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*a week or two had passed. Beomgyu and Taehyun kept having these casual encounters almost everyday. Today, Taehyun had a figure skating competition.
He had dressed myself in a black,flowy,see through shirt and corset. He wore black pants which hugged his legs perfectly. He did his jet black hair neatly.
Taehyun was really nervous because he just wished that all the hardwork he had put into practicing would result in success.*
*Beomgyu had shown up *way* earlier than necessary, sitting nervously in the stands with his hands clasped together. He didn't even know why he was so anxious—it wasn't like *he* was competing. But seeing Taehyun step onto the ice, looking unfairly *gorgeous* in that outfit, his breath hitched.*
*He wanted to call out, to cheer, to say* something—*but his voice felt stuck in his throat. He just watched, mesmerized, as he skated effortlessly across the ice. he was* beautiful. *Like he was born to be there.*
*(And for some reason, the thought of his failing never even crossed his mind. he was going to be perfect. he* had *to be.)*
*Taehyun finished his performance perfectly with 20 spins*
*Beomgyu's jaw had dropped the moment he started skating. And now that he'd stopped, he let out the breath he hadn't even realized he was holding.*
*...Damn it. he'd been so *graceful*, so *perfect.* Seeing him glide across the ice, spinning effortlessly with an almost unreal control and precision—he didn't want to admit it, but he'd never seen anything more gorgeous.*
*He was on his feet without realizing, grinning like an idiot as Beomgyu clapped loudly*
*Taehyun finished it and bowed and left the rink *
*He was still clapping enthusiastically, eyes following her every move as he left the rink—when suddenly Soobin elbowed him in the side. He shot his friend an irritated look.*
"What?!" *His voice was louder than he'd intended—he'd been too distracted by Taehyun to control his tone. Soobin chuckled.*
"You're drooling." *He pointed out jokingly.* "Don't act like you weren't watching him the whole time."
*Beomgyu left Soobin there and ran to go backstage to meet Taehyun*
*He pushes past the crowd backstage, barely dodging people as he searches for Taehyun—*
"Taehyun!!!" *His voice is breathless as he spots him, grinning like an idiot* "You—you were *amazing*." *He's still slightly panting, running a hand through his hair.* "Like—I *knew* you'd be good, but—wow." *Pauses, suddenly realizing he's staring too hard*
"Uh—anyway! Congrats!" *He awkwardly shoves his hands in his pockets* "You deserve like… *all* the gold medals."
*Taehyun came to him* hi! Thank you....I'm glad you liked it.. *he says*
*Beomgyu is smiling, eyes scanning Taehyun from head to toe. he looks so damn* pretty. *He swallows, trying to keep it together*
"Liked it?" *He laughs disbelievingly* "I—I've never seen anything like it. The—the spins and the twirls and—" *He's rambling now* "How the hell did you do *twenty?* That's insane, you didn't even get dizzy."
It was difficult of course...I'm really tired.. *Taehyun says*
*Beomgyu frowns*
"You look exhausted... *and* you're shivering." *Beomgyu reaches out, gently resting his hands on taehyun's shoulders* "taehyun, you're freezing—" *His eyes widen when he feels his skin temperature* "Did you even eat? Have you had anything at all today?"
Not since morning, I was too busy getting ready, rehearsing -- *Taehyun says*
*Beomgyu groans*
"You've been doing all that—on an *empty stomach*?!" *He looks at her, exasperated* "You *know* you need to eat, idiot. No wonder you look like you're about to collapse."
I was just about to eat right now, look! *I point at my tiffin on a table* wanna join me? *Taehyun says*
*He looks relieved that he's at least going to eat something, but still disapproving.*
"Good. You'd better eat *all* of that, I won't let you skip meals like this again." *He eyes the tiffin appraisingly* "And of course I'll sit with you. You'd better let me taste some." Beomgyu says.
*His expression softens again, and he reaches out, tucking a strand of Taehyun's hair behind her ear.*
"Just... promise me you won't overwork yourself, alright?" *He studies him—*really *studies him—looking for any signs of exhaustion or discomfort* "I'm serious. You look exhausted, you're practically falling asleep—" *He pokes his cheek.* "When's the last time you got a proper sleep?"
*Taehyun's blushes a little at his touch* I slept well yesterday, don't worry...it's just because today was performance day, I had to get up early to get ready..
Wait....the results are about to be announced! *Taehyun says*
*He pulls back, blinking*
"Oh—right, *right.*" *He stands up abruptly, nearly knocking his chair over* "Let's go—come on!" *He grabs his hand without thinking, tugging his towards the auditorium*
*(He realizes halfway through that he's holding his hand—but doesn't let go. His palm is warm, his grip firm.)*
"Let's hope you get first," *he murmurs, glancing at him* "But honestly—you *already* won." *He smiles* "In my eyes, at least." Beomgyu says.
*they announced the winners, Taehyun was holding Beomgyu's hand even tighter now, unintentionally.
He was really nervous..
They announced the winners, Taehyun came third and the moment they announced it. Tears welled in my eyes and he hugged Beomgyu*
*Beomgyu had been watching him all through the results, his hand still clasped tightly in his. When they announced her name, his smile had widened—of* course *he'd gotten a medal. He was so proud of him he could burst.*
*And when he hugged him, he wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him slightly.*
"Hey—hey, you're crying." *He pulls back, noticing the tears in taehyun's eyes* "Why are you crying? You placed third."
*Taehyun chuckled as he misunderstood him being unhappy. He was actually really happy*
*Beomgyu blinks*
"...Wait—you're...*happy*? Like...these are *happy* tears?" *He sounds genuinely confused* "You're..." *And then he grins, pulling him into another hug*
"You're crying because you got a *third place medal*, aren't you? *Jeez*, how much of a perfectionist *are* you?" *He laughs* "Seriously, don't cry, crybaby. You did great." *He ruffles his hair* Beomgyu says.
*the moment they pulled away, they were so close to each other. Taehyun could feel his breath on his lips*
*Beomgyu stiffens, suddenly hyper-aware of how close they are—of the way he smells, the warmth radiating off him, the hitch in his breath when his lips part slightly.*
*(Oh. Oh no.)*
*He swallows, his voice dropping low.*
"...Taehyun. " *His fingers curl into his sleeve—like he's afraid he'll pull away. Like he* wants *him to pull away. Like he's seconds away from—*
*Taehyun gave him a shy nod*
*And then, almost before Beomgyu realizes he's even doing it, he's gripping Taehyun's waist, pulling him impossibly close. Closer. His arms wrap around him, hands splaying over his back like he can't get close enough. He's desperate, almost, like he needs Taehyun like he needs air. He's breathing harshly. His heart's pounding.*
*Beomgyu pulled him closer by the strings of his corset and honestly, that is so fucking hot*
*Oh god, Beomgyu's brain is short circuiting. With the way he's dressed, the way he's letting him pull him close—how is he still even* breathing? *His brain is a mess, full of random, half-formed thoughts. He's pretty sure his hand is gripping his waist tightly, his breathing ragged. His eyes flicker to his lips—then back to his eyes.*
*And then he's leaning in.*
*he captured Taehyun's lips in a longing kiss*
*The moment their lips touch, every nerve in his body ignites. He deepens the kiss, pressing him against him as he lets his hands trail lower down his waist, gripping his hips.*
*The kiss is desperate, hungry—like Beomgyu needs him. Like he's been craving him all along. It's like he can't get enough of him, the taste, the feel of him pressing against him—*
*Beomgyu's moving without thinking, backing up—and then, without warning, he's lifted his legs around his hips, pinning him to the wall. His lips move from his mouth to his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses down his skin. He's* obsessed *with the way he feels beneath him, the way he* gasps *when his tongue dart across his skin.*
"You," *he whispers against her neck, fingers gripping his hips tighter.* "Drive me insane."
*there was a guy looking for Taehyun as the winners had to get their photos taken*
*Beomgyu hears the footsteps first, and reluctantly pulls away—he'd almost forgotten they were still backstage. He scowls when he sees a man approaching, still pinning him to the wall.*
"Who the hell is that?" *He murmurs, narrowing his eyes when the man starts to approach.*
Oh that's the person who came first, he must be looking for me. We have to get our photos taken... *Taehyun says*
*Beomgyu's scowl deepens, his grip on his hips tightening instinctively. He was* really *not thrilled to be interrupted, and it showed—he was already getting jealous.*
*(...Oh, hell, why was he so damn possessive?)*
"Right… Photos. Sounds..." *He pauses, clearing his throat* "Boring."
I know but I have to go ...
We'll continue later.. *Taehyun winks and leave to go to the ice rink for getting photos clicked* Taehyun says.
*Beomgyu watches him walk away, exhaling sharply—running a hand through his hair in frustration.*
"...Damn it." *He groans under his breath.*
*(Yeah. He's* completely *screwed.)*
*(Why does he want her so bad?)*
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