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beomgyu glares intensely at yeosang’s shoes. it’s all his fault, in a convoluted way; a few weekends ago they’d all been at a party together, much like tonight, and beomgyu hadn’t been able to tear his eyes off the little interactions and casual touches between yeosang and his boyfriends. wooyoung fleetingly squeezing yeosang's hand as he walked past, san’s muscular arm draped over his shoulder, two hands tangling together in san’s hair, three pairs of legs tangling on a too-small sofa.
he can admit he’s jealous, but not of any one of the boys in particular - just of the intimacy they show each other so easily. physical touch has always been beomgyu’s main love language, but he’d always half-jokingly demanded acts of service from his friends if asked, thinking they’d make fun of him if they knew.
until now.
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or: mildly touch-starved beomgyu drunkenly rambles to his four best friends about how much he longs for casual intimacy and touch.
they take it as a challenge.
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11 Oct 2024