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It doesn’t quite hit Yeonjun until it literally hits him in the face.
“Hyung,” Beomgyu says, pushing his phone against Yeonjun’s face. “Do you think I look hot in this?”
“No,” Yeonjun answers without thinking. Beomgyu pouts aggressively, which Yeonjun doesn’t think he deserves to be put under considering the following:
One - they’re in his bed.
Two - it’s like, half past-one in the morning, and that’s the time of the night where he’s indulging in his favorite candle and relaxing with no one bothering him.
Three - because it’s Beomgyu, and he’d rather die than call him hot where the guy can hear him.
“You didn’t even look!” Beomgyu waves his phone, and Yeonjun turns on his side, hoping that Beomgyu will simply disappear if he pretends he’s not there.
It doesn’t work. All it does is give Beomgyu the opportunity to slide in his bed and pester him even more. Yeonjun closes his eyes, “Why do you need my opinion? You literally do the same peace sign in each selca you post. And I thought you always looked good.”
“I do,” Beomgyu says as he relentlessly poked Yeonjun’s shoulder. “But I need an expert’s opinion.”
Well. Yeonjun would know something about looking good.
Yeonjun sighs loudly, moving to lie on his back. Prior experience says it’s better to give in now anyway, because he was going to give up later anyway. “Alright, show me.”
Beomgyu rests his cheek on Yeonjun’s shoulder and hands him his phone.
Yeonjun puts on his glasses, you know, to see the image better. When he does, the shock of what he’s seeing causes his fingers to go slack, dropping the phone on his face.
“Dummy,” Beomgyu laughs, reaching out to pat Yeonjun’s nose. It doesn’t soothe the humiliation Yeonjun feels nor does it alleviate the sudden heartburn in his chest. What the fuck?
“So? Do you think I look hot in it?” Beomgyu asks again.
Yeonjun swallows, as he looks at it again. It’s a photo of Beomgyu at the gym, with his hair pulled back. It was quite a simple photo, really. He’s wearing an old worn shirt and those classic adidas track pants of all things.
And yet, the universe felt unbalanced.
With horror, it dawns on him that it’s because Beomgyu does look good in the photo.
Okay, it’s not like Yeonjun thought he was ugly or plain looking before, but Beomgyu looked good, in a very cute kind of way usually. Not like, good good. Not, uh, hot.
When did Beomgyu start looking hot?
Beomgyu grabs the phone back, sending the photo to their group chat, “You’re speechless. That means I look amazing. I’m sharing it with the others, so they can sleep well tonight.”
Yeonjun smacks him in the shoulder, because he was not speechless. “Shut up, I was just shocked. Is that supposed to be a thirst trap?”
Beomgyu sniffs, “I don’t do thirst traps like you.”
“Our fans love them,” Yeonjun argues, incensed, “Are you saying MOAs are wrong, Beomgyu? Are you saying they have bad taste?”
Beomgyu copied him, and Yeonjun simply shoves him out of the bed. Beomgyu lands on his ass on the floor and throws Yeonjun a betrayed look. “You don’t look hot in the photo.”
“Your arms aren’t even showing in that one,” Yeonjun continues.
Beomgyu frowns, like that one very sad looking emoji, and tugs at Yeonjun’s heart. Ugh. He backtracks, “I mean, your arms don’t have to be showing. It’s about the vibe, okay? And you do look good. It’s a pretty selfie, Gyu-yah.”
“But I want to look hot,” Beomgyu laments.
Yeonjun props his head on his hand and smiles, like a liar, “Take better pictures next time then.”
Beomgyu stands up, dusting off his plaid pajamas. “I’m going back to my room,” He announces, still frowning, and Yeonjun pulls him back until the force of it has Beomgyu sitting back down on his bed.
“Should Hyung teach you how to look hot?” Yeonjun asks, cheekily poking Beomgyu’s side. “You should have asked me from the very start.”
Beomgyu grumbles, but lets Yeonjun give him pointers. Although at the end, he complains, “That only works because it’s you doing it!”
“Try it first,” Yeonjun says, before finally kicking him out of his room. Beomgyu says a lot of things, but he listens well in the end.
When he gets settled back into bed, he plays ten levels of Candy of Crush to dissociate himself from the possibility of gaining further realizations.
Just as he’s about to complete his last level, he gets a Twitter notification.
It’s the selfie Beomgyu showed him with the caption, end of workout [fire emoji].
He looks at it for a long moment, feeling unspeakable things, before saving it down on his phone.
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Sleeping it off was not enough. Yeonjun needs to be lobotomized.
Ever since Beomgyu had shown him his gym selca, he couldn’t stop seeing it.
(The idea that Beomgyu was hot, not the selca, Yeonjun wants to emphasize. Although he was also seeing the selca all the time, because well. It was saved on his phone, so every time he took his own selca, he would see it. And well, you know. When you see something too many times, it becomes imprinted in your eyeballs, that you see it even when you close your eyes. Or something, like that. Don’t judge him.)
Beomgyu sleepily walks out of his room and greets him a raspy good morning in that deep voice of his, and Yeonjun’s brain immediately goes, hot.
Beomgyu fucks up on a move in their choreo too many times. Soobin asks him if he wants to take a break, but he gets this fiery dead set look in his eyes and says, let’s keep going. Also hot.
Beomgyu silently taking the grilling tongs from him when smoke gets in his eyes and flipping the meat for him. Really, really hot. And alarmingly so, because that’s not the first time Beomgyu has done it for him but it is the first time Yeonjun’s found it hot.
Once is a farce, twice is a coincidence, thrice is a pattern, and more than that? It’s fact.
Yeonjun really finds him hot. Cue [skull emoji].
But that’s not even the worst thing about it. Yeonjun’s clearly not the only one.
He brings it up to Soobin first, wanting the company of someone who will back him up on the ‘Beomgyu is not hot’ agenda (fuck you, he can’t think of a clever name right now). He slides up to the guy, who was busy mentally preparing himself for his Music Bank hosting schedule the next day by shooting people on Counter Strike.
He places a pack of jelly on Soobin’s desk and then casually says, “Did you see Beomgyu’s latest selca on Twitter?”
“Huh?” Soobin says, a little absent-mindedly. Yeonjun notes he didn’t even notice the jelly he brought. Hmph. “Beomgyu’s latest selca?”
“Yea—“ He’s cut off suddenly by Soobin’s fingers aggressively hitting the keyboard. He continued, this time louder, “Yup, did you see it?”
“It’s the one he sent to the group chat, right?” Soobin says, “I did see it. What about it?”
There was no way to break the question out, but to just be out with it directly. Yeonjun blurts out, “Do you think he looks hot in it?”
Soobin looks at him for the first time, just a quick little side eye, before turning back to his game, “Is this another one of your weird competitions with him? If so, tell me what I need to say now before you guys start fighting in my room.”
Yeonjun is offended and tells Soobin this, “I cannot believe you would think I would participate in such a, such a—“ He couldn’t spit out the word. The thought was so vile.
“Childish game?” Soobin smirks, which looked more evil considering he just straight up shot someone on screen. “This is why you need to read more books, by the way. Your vocabulary is failing. Also, you guys literally sent a poll on the group chat the other day asking whose stage outfit was better. The group chat we have with the entire management. Bang PD was in it.”
Yeonjun crosses his arms over his chest, “I can’t believe he would vote for Beomgyu.”
Soobin makes a few final moves on his laptop before pushing himself away from his desk to properly give Yeonjun his time. Soobin smiles, “He did look good. Beomgyu is getting prettier these days.”
“Pretty isn’t hot,” Yeonjun argues.
“Hot is subjective,” Soobin says, solemnly, “But to answer your question, yeah, he did look hot. Why?”
Yeonjun smacks him, “You’re supposed to say, he doesn’t look hot!”
Soobin hits him back, “You want me to lie? I’m only saying what anyone with eyes can see.”
“You’re biased. This is because you two are best friends,” Yeonjun reasons.
“Actually,” Soobin corrects, because he hates Yeonjun with all his guts, “Since I’m his best friend, I’m more inclined to say he doesn’t look hot. But it doesn’t bother me, because it’s just another fact of life, you know?”
No. Yeonjun doesn’t know. Also: “Wait, what do you mean anyone with eyes can see it? I just found out yesterday—“
“Oh,” Soobin’s tone simmers with insinuation. “Is that why you are acting like this? Because you finally found him hot? You’re literally the last one.”
The situation just keeps getting worse. What do you mean Yeonjun is late to the discovery? What do you mean people have been looking at Beomgyu like he’s a hot piece of ass? It simply can’t be true. Yeonjun’s powers of observation was like, Avenger-level.
But when he asks Taehyun, the guy doesn’t even think anything of the question and answers, “Of course, he’s hot. I’m training him myself.”
Yeonjun feels like his member just shot him in the foot.
And when he goes to ask Kai, he finds that he doesn’t even need to ask at all. Because when he finds Kai, he finds him at the dance studio taking a break while watching Beomgyu go over the latest choreo. He’s drinking water, but his eyes are focused on Beomgyu’s form and all Yeonjun can see is appreciation in it.
He feels like he’s just been shot again. This time in the back. Which is kind of dramatic, Yeonjun knows, but how else is he supposed to express the feeling burning in his body. Everyone’s betrayed him.
How could nobody tell him? More importantly, how did he not know? He touches that ass (affectionately, in a supportive way, you sickos) every day, and it’s never felt hot to him.
He feels woozy.
He goes to their office’s break room. Makes ramen for himself. Comforts himself by looking at his own selcas. He’s mid-slurp when his scrolling through the gallery brings him back to the cursed gym selfie.
The noodles go down the wrong way, and he manages to close his phone just in time. Just so on the chance he dies because of the selca, his dignity will remain intact. The headlines will say, Legend taken too soon.
Unfortunately, he survives the ordeal and will now have to deal with the fact that Beomgyu’s hot for the rest of his life.
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It is now day fifty post-Beomgyu hotness realization and maybe there’s hope for him yet.
He’s alive. Adapting. On some days, he might even say he’s thriving.
First of all, he deleted the gym selca off his phone. Second of all—
Hm. He hasn’t found a number two yet. It’s alright. He’s always number one for a reason. He doesn’t need a number two. He’s not making sense.
But here’s something that makes sense: in order to get used to Beomgyu being hot now, he’s decided that he should just look at him more. The more he looks, the more his eyes get used to the sight, you know?
A very sound theory, if you ask Yeonjun.
Except, he keeps getting caught by the cameras.
Like the time when they were on V Live, and he was hypnotized by how round Beomgyu’s head looked like, and Beomgyu was too busy trying to diss him to think much of it.
Or that one fansign, where he realized Beomgyu was slowing growing broader (though his head was still as round as ever), and Beomgyu was too preoccupied with the literal fansign happening to respond.
Or during his own birthday live even, when Beomgyu was singing him a Happy Birthday, and Beomgyu was too busy plotting to blow out his own candles to do anything.
All Yeonjun has to say is that, thank god, Beomgyu is an idiot.
He posts a couple of hot selcas to distract the fans and calls it a day.
He chuckles to himself. He’s healing.
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Yeonjun’s feeling more at peace these days.
He’s moved on to the next step of his self-healing journey, which involves revenge.
Quite frankly, it’s not right that he’s paying this much attention to Beomgyu, while Beomgyu just keeps skipping his way through life. Kinda fucked up, if you ask Yeonjun. Beomgyu is out there thinking about silly things like what color he should dye his hair (pink, obviously), when he should be out here thinking about Yeonjun.
Yeonjun’s taking matters into his own hands to right this wrong.
He goes to Beomgyu’s room to find the guy giggling over his phone. It better be Yeonjun’s selca he’s giggling over.
“Hey,” Yeonjun says, as he casually leans against the wall. Very cool. “What are you up to?”
Beomgyu hums from under his duvet cover, “Talking to my friends. Heeseung sent a funny meme.”
Earth-shattering. Yeonjun almost regrets his pose, for he finds himself on unstable ground. “You’re texting Heeseung?”
Beomgyu smiles, “Yup.”
“But that’s your ex?” Yeonjun didn’t understand.
“Yup. And also my friend,” Beomgyu explains. “I’m also friends with other people I dated. Like Jimin.”
“That guy you dated before we left for America the first time? The guy who debuted in JUST B?”
“Yup,” Beomgyu chirps, “We’re all in a group chat actually. Look at our group photo.”
He beckons Yeonjun to come closer, like he didn’t just say one of the most insane things Yeonjun has heard all year. Who the fuck was friends with all their exes?
Yeonjun warily walks on over and places a hand on Beomgyu’s bed as he leans over to see the photo.
Ah, there it is. Beomgyu, right in the middle, surrounded by his friends or exes or whatever the fuck they were with their arms slung over each other. It reminds Yeonjun of this one show he watched when he was living in America. Sister wives or something. But like, this would be the male version.
Anyway: “Cute,” Yeonjun comments. “Do you guys also get together and trade dating stories?”
Beomgyu narrows his eyes, but still in that cute way of his. “Okay, says you, when your friends are so…”
“So what?” Yeonjun challenges. Slutty, Yeonjun’s own mind supplies, but it would be fun to hear Beomgyu say it.
“Listen,” Beomgyu says, using his Ryan pillow to prop his head up, to…look at Yeonjun better, he guesses. “I’m just saying. My friends are nice, like sheep. Your friends, who I’ve met and hung out constantly with, by the way, are like, lions. They could eat me.”
Yeonjun stares at Beomgyu’s tapioca pearl looking head and thinks, I could eat you. “Is that your rationale for why you’re friends with all your exes? Aren’t you afraid it’ll get weird because you’ve, you know, done stuff with them?”
Yeonjun doesn’t know why he can’t let it go. Or why he says that, because now he’s thinking about Beomgyu doing those kinds of thing with his exes. It’s uncomfortable, and briefly, he wonders if he’s perhaps turned homophobic in his old age.
“It’s not weird,” Beomgyu defends himself. “It actually makes it easier, especially when we see each other during music shows.”
Yeonjun narrows his eyes as he straightens up, “Makes it easier to do what?”
Beomgyu, to the worsening of Yeonjun’s newfound homophobia, blushes, “Don’t ask me what, Hyung! I don’t ask you what you do every time you take ten minutes in the Inkigayo bathroom and come out destressed.”
“What are you insinuating?” Yeonjun says, sitting on Beomgyu’s bed and jabbing his side. Beomgyu yelps, trying to twist away and meeting a wall. “I literally go there to play Candy Crush where nobody can bother me.”
“Yeah, right,” Beomgyu says with a kick that hits Yeonjun right on the face.
Yeonjun is so stunned by it, he freezes, with his hands clutching his nose. Beomgyu looks at him horrified and begins to ramble in panic, “Oh my god, did I break it? Is it bleeding? At least, our next comeback is a tough guy type of concept, right? You’ll fit right in with your face all bruised up, huh? Hyung, say something! Are you mad at me? Hyuuuuuuung—“
Yeonjun stands up. Doesn’t say a goddamn thing, because he doesn’t have it in him. He should have gotten his nose insured, which is what the company’s public relations team had said when they complimented his beautiful nose. And now, it might be gone forever.
Hindsight is truly 20/21.
He goes to the bathroom to inspect the damage and is further horrified to find that his nose is completely okay. In fact, it looks more perfect than ever.
He goes back to his room, puts a soft blanket over his shoulders. If he didn’t lose his nose, then why the hell does he feel like he’s lost something?
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Yeonjun is spiraling, but like, only on the inside. He’s taken to repeating Elsa’s mantra of conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them show out loud to help manage the spiral. And he’s so grateful Frozen is technically a Christmas movie, which means nobody looks at him weird for saying the phrase a bazillion times a day.
His journey to self-healing has been absolutely cut short. His next step of revenge? Aborted. In fact, it’s completely backfired on him. If anything, Beomgyu’s thinking less of him and Yeonjun is thinking more of him.
Hell on Earth, he knows, he knows.
And it’s not like he can avoid the guy. Only five members in his beloved group, and it’s going to be so obvious when he starts leaving room between them.
And he’s just so cute. Yeonjun doesn’t want to avoid him for his own sanity.
Besides, now that Yeonjun knows that Beomgyu hangs out with his exes in his free time, he actually needed to stick close to Beomgyu. Make sure he doesn’t accidentally end up in a bathroom with someone Yeonjun doesn’t trust. To the detriment of Yeonjun’s own health, he starts coordinating his gym time with Beomgyu and Taehyun.
Do you know how hard it is to focus when Beomgyu is doing squats? Yeonjun keeps looking to make sure he’s doing them right. It’s not that he doesn’t trust Taehyun’s instructions are adequate, but what if Beomgyu overdoes it and hurts something? Like his ass? Then Yeonjun will be burdened with helping it heal. Because he’s a good Hyung.
The gym is worth it though, because he manages to block any sort of interaction between Heeseung and Beomgyu. Although it’s rough, because there’s so many other men in this gym. Why did HYBE have so many good looking men walking around sweaty and beefed up? What is this? The new Tinder Plus?
His mood has also been going down, because he’s been avoiding spicy ramen, which he really, really loves. But his latest theory is that the spice has been causing his recent heartburn lately. Although he still gets them, so he's unsure if that theory is right at all.
He doesn’t know. He’s been too busy having a hard time dealing with Beomgyu getting hot and Beomgyu interacting with other men. He’s worried that he’s getting all in his head, because he’s jealous of his buddy. The internalized homophobia was even more sickening. He’s considering getting therapy.
It all clicks for him though when the episode of Beomgyu’s first solo variety show, Bistro Shigor, comes out. He rarely monitors other’s variety show appearances and Beomgyu himself said it had gone well, but there’s this thing called editing and Yeonjun just wants to make sure it went well. You know, his group’s reputation is on the line, after all. And maybe…he’s man enough to admit that he’s a little worried about Beomgyu.
Beomgyu can be deathly loud and annoying, but he can get so quiet when he’s easily intimidated, especially when he’s surrounded by a lot of senior people from the entertainment industry.
The episode plays and Yeonjun hopes for the best.
Beomgyu’s watching it beside him, as they’re both eating their dinner. He’s barely touched his food, nibbling on the McDonald’s fries their manager bought for them. Yeonjun’s not that hungry either, anxiety rolling in his gut.
But the episode plays and everything seems to turn out well.
Beomgyu’s voice comes out first, and it sounds so nervous. Someone in the room comments how it sounds like a baby’s voice. Yeonjun laughs, leaning back against the couch they were on and ruffling Beomgyu’s hair, “You’re cute.”
Beomgyu’s too focused to glance at him, monitoring his appearance.
When Beomgyu actually comes out, everyone welcomes him warmly. Yeonjun can see the hearts in everyone’s eyes as Beomgyu bows his head in greeting. Beomgyu laughs and everyone laughs with him and that’s when Yeonjun knows he can relax. There’s nothing to worry about at all.
But then, something curious unfolds on screen.
It starts sweetly enough. Everyone takes care of Beomgyu, making sure he gets set up nicely to do the jobs that he needs to do. He realizes that there’s even one actor here that was on the drama they did the OST for. He thinks their name is Lee Soohyuk? It is—he just introduced himself to Beomgyu on screen.
Oh? Yeonjun frowns. Why did the subtitles have hearts around Beomgyu saying Soohyukie-hyung?
Um.
Maybe Yeonjun hallucinated it. He shakes his head and continues watching. It easily slips off his mind, when he sees they’ve sent Beomgyu out into the garden to start harvesting vegetables. He’s so cute with that dumb look in his face as he searches for cucumbers to pick.
The episode goes on, and Beomgyu does a little outfit change, one more appropriate for serving food. His co-star puts on the apron for him, and the editing…it makes Yeonjun sick. Why would the editors put a romantic type of background music for this? There’s hearts edited again! Why do this for a nice simple gesture a sunbaenim would do for their hoobae?
God.
It gets worse. Beomgyu is herded over by Soohyuk again, this time to try the duck dish he’d made. And then after, when they’re all reviewing the way dinner service had gone and Beomgyu had been told what a good job he’d done (Yeonjun’s chest had burst with pride momentarily), Soohyuk was shown saying, I can’t let Beomgyu go. And the cameras panned to Beomgyu smiling with hearts edited. Again.
Shows these days, Yeonjun shook his head. Do they need to add fanservice to everything? My goodness.
The episode ends, and Yeonjun’s food is barely touched. Beside him, Beomgyu sighs happily, leaning back too, so their shoulders are touching. “I think I came out well, didn’t I, Hyung?”
“Yeah,” Yeonjun tries for a smile, but Beomgyu sees through it. Beomgyu frowns, “Hyung? Are you okay?”
“It’s fine, Beomgyu. I think it’s just the food is not sitting well with me,” Yeonjun waves off his concern, because how is he supposed to tell his band mate, he felt awful about the way he was edited on his variety show. Beomgyu clearly feels good about it. And logically, it’s a very good, sweet edit.
But like how Yeonjun feels about candy, it’s a tad bit too sweet in his opinion.
“Oh,” Beomgyu says softly, hand reaching out to pat Yeonjun’s head. “Do you think it’s bad enough that you want to sit out tonight’s dance practice?”
Yeonjun shakes his head, and Beomgyu nods with understanding. He knows Yeonjun always pushes through, no matter what.
“Okay, then,” Beomgyu says, and then Yeonjun feels Beomgyu’s hand slide down from his head down to his back. He fights a shiver, knowing that’s not the right reaction when your bro is comforting you. Beomgyu’s hand starts rubbing his back and he straightens in surprise, throwing Beomgyu a questioning look.
“I heard that it helps with digestion to do this?” Beomgyu’s hand moves in circular motion, “Like the gas that’s trapped in your stomach can start moving around again—“
“Are you—“ Yeonjun can’t even say it without wanting to die, “Are you trying to help me fart?”
Beomgyu’s hand keeps moving, his expression solemn, “Hyung, I would do anything for you.”
And that’s when Yeonjun’s heart goes boom, boom, like that one song their Seventeen-sunbaenims have.
Yeonjun shakily picks up a single fry and shoves it in his mouth. God, he’s not homophobic.
He’s a Mc’fucking fool.
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The discovery that he likes Beomgyu makes him pissy.
Not because he doesn’t want to like Beomgyu like that. It’s a comforting realization actually. He was having a crisis about being homophobic. His mom would be so disappointed in him. He, himself, was disappointed in him.
Knowing it’s just because he has feelings for Beomgyu sets him right back on course. If this was Mario Kart, he’d be doing a lap on (LGBT) rainbow road.
The reason he’s pissy is that he can’t believe he missed all the signs that pointed to his feelings for the little guy. How long has he liked the guy? When he looks back, all he can see is a long chain of memories, each one linked together with fondness and affection.
Maybe all he needed was the realization that Beomgyu was an attractive dude. And an attractive dude like that, well, they never stay single for long.
Despite him not realizing his own feelings, his brain has been signaling this fact to him. Encouraging him to get a move on, before some other hot guy swoops in. Or worse, an ex of his re-swoops in.
(Heeseung-ssi, I’m watching you.)
He needs to secure Beomgyu’s ass. The longer he waits, the more chances he gives to other men. It’s why he’s so mad actually. While he’s out here thinking he’s homophobic, other men are ogling his man at the gym. Other men are tying their aprons for him, taking care of him.
Sue Yeonjun’s competitive ass, but man, if he doesn’t want to be the number one guy in Beomgyu’s heart too.
So he sets out to confess immediately, because he’s wasted enough time.
The problem is, the moment he decides this, is the same moment Beomgyu decides that he wants Yeonjun to die of annoyance first.
And suddenly, it doesn’t feel that urgent to Yeonjun to tell Beomgyu of his feelings. It’s more important to teach him a lesson. With violence.
Beomgyu tries his patience on Christmas of all days. Teasing Yeonjun about all sorts of things. Poking Yeonjun’s shoulder before running away, intending for Yeonjun to catch him. And no matter how many times Yeonjun smacks the guy, he just keeps coming back with the next joke.
It all culminates on their group Christmas V Live. Culminates to what? Yeonjun doesn’t fucking know.
First of all, Yeonjun sees who he’s sitting next to, and already knows, it’s only downhill from there.
Yeonjun can’t even get a cup of coke without Beomgyu serving all the other members first, and then pretending to pour him some before taking it away.
And then, there was the whole perilla leaves debate, a stressful conversation happening while he was trying to successfully do arts and craft. First of all, Beomgyu didn’t even understand the question, too fixated on his own dislike of perilla leaves, raging with a fork in his hand. Second of all, Yeonjun will be mad if his hypothetical girlfriend was separating perilla leaves for Beomgyu. If anyone’s separating Beomgyu’s perilla leaves, it would be Yeonjun, alright? Case fucking closed.
After that whole thing, he falls backwards on his chair, like a fucking fool.
There’s so many other misfortunate things that happen, and on days like this, when shit keeps happening, you begin to resign yourself to the fact that anything may as well happen.
Which is the moment Yeonjun lets his guard down.
He doesn’t know what they fucking put in the juice, but it doesn’t matter. Once they started playing music, what happens always happens. Yeonjun loses his mind.
His body literally moves on its own. One moment, he’s vibing. Next thing he knows, he’s sending Beomgyu kisses with his fingers.
(Which doesn’t even register in his mind as anything out of the ordinary. The intent was to keep the bastard quiet, and nothing more.)
And then later, when he comes to, he’s on the floor, out of breath after performing the role of his life: Elsa.
His members are kind of concerned. Well, some of them.
He thinks he hears Taehyun or Kai ask, “Is Elsa okay?” before the concern is cut off by the most irritating (read: loveliest) voice he’s heard in his entire life, “Does Anna kiss Elsa?”
Yeonjun blinks. Does who kiss who?
“Right?” Beomgyu says, “Who am I then? Anna?”
And before Yeonjun knew it, Beomgyu was approaching him, zero forks in his hand, and calls his name, “Elsa!”
Yeonjun’s still too breathless to think, resting his head against the wall behind him. All he knows is Beomgyu kind of looks like all his dreams combined as he crouches down in front of Yeonjun with the most shit-eating grin Yeonjun’s seen in his life.
What has him closing his eyes is the gentle way Beomgyu cups his cheeks, his fingers a flutter against the side of his face.
And Yeonjun, the absolutely fool, only remembers there’s still cameras on them when Beomgyu lands a soft kiss on his cheek.
His body moves on auto-pilot, panic has him grabbing Beomgyu’s arm and pushing Beomgyu onto the floor. Yeonjun’s brain to mouth filter is broken, and he’s saying random things to cover up what just happened. He’s performing wrestling maneuvers on Beomgyu’s leg, and to his embarrassment, Beomgyu’s making the most questionable noises, almost as if he’s enjoying it.
Yeonjun lets him go, like he’s been burned, and watches Beomgyu walk off like he didn’t just try to kiss Yeonjun in front of a live audience. Even makes an excuse for what happened by saying, “Sorry guys, we didn’t get enough sleep because of last night’s pre-recording.”
How did Yeonjun fall for someone so insane?
They say goodbye to their fans, and the minute the V Live is over, Soobin sighs so aggressively Beomgyu takes a pre-emptive step away from him.
“You guys are already banned from being alone on this stupid app together. We can’t have you banned on group lives too. Can you please, please, please, remember to act normal next time?”
Beomgyu laughs it off, “Don’t worry, Soobin. We’ll control ourselves next time.”
Yeonjun wants to protest. He is the literal victim here. But Soobin’s stress is rolling off him in waves and he can see the staff around them shaking their heads, so he ends up saying nothing.
He’ll deal with Beomgyu after.
🔥
Beomgyu tries to escape him.
It’s like the guy has a sixth sense for when Yeonjun is absolutely ready to beat his ass.
But he doesn’t have too many places to hide from. They live together after all.
“You!” Yeonjun says, as he corners Beomgyu into his room. He closes the door behind him and locks it, so that nobody can save him. Not that Beomgyu’s asking for help now, like he did earlier.
On V Live!!!!! Yeonjun’s brain yells.
Beomgyu raises his hands in surrender, even as Yeonjun advances on him, “Yeonjun-hyung, you need to calm down—“
“You want me to calm down after the stunt that you pulled earlier?” Yeonjun laughs, and it sounds deranged even to his own ears. Beomgyu exhibits the first sign of fear and scrambles to get away, but the back of his knees hits Yeonjun’s bed and only falls right into it.
In a way, Yeonjun finally has him right where he needs to be.
Yeonjun climbs over him, grabbing a pillow to smack him a couple of times.
“Ow, ow, ow!”
How could Beomgyu kiss Yeonjun on camera? If Yeonjun didn’t stop him, would Beomgyu have kissed him on the lips?
Their first kiss on tape?
“You drive me crazy!” Yeonjun says, getting one last hit in before throwing himself on the bed too. “We’re going to get in trouble.”
He covers his eyes with his arm, and misses the way Beomgyu turns to his side. Only feels Beomgyu’s fingers clutch his arm and hears his voice say, “If it helps, you drive me crazy too.”
It’s music to Yeonjun’s ears.
Yeonjun takes off his arm and turns to his side to face Beomgyu, “I do?”
Beomgyu rolls his eyes, which would be irritating, if not for the sight of his soft cheeks smooshed against his bed. “All year. You were so annoying, always teasing me, babying me. I thought I was going to lose my mind. I was like, why does this hyung always target me? Does he know how much I like him—”
Now, it was Yeonjun’s turn to roll his eyes, but a smile was getting harder and harder to tamp down, “Oh come on, you’ve always been the annoying one—“
“Actually, you start it most of the time—“ Beomgyu snorts, cutting himself off. He gives Yeonjun so much attitude, “Honestly, hyung, if you wanted my attention, there’s better ways of getting it.”
Yeonjun doesn’t know if he wants to continue his prior assault or kiss him.
He decides instead on taking on the challenge in Beomgyu’s last words. “Is there?” Yeonjun says, breathy, with his hand searching for a home in Beomgyu’s body, starting with the curve of his hips, down to the valley of his tiny, tiny waist. “Are you going to show me?”
Beomgyu whimpers and Yeonjun laughs, feeling adoration and vindication in his chest. Beomgyu flushes red in embarrassment, an emotion Yeonjun thought Beomgyu might have forgotten how to feel. “You’re so infuriating—“
Yeonjun cups his cheeks this time, “You’re so hot when you’re trying to be angry at me,” and then kisses him so fully and thoroughly neither of them have any brain cells left to say anything afterwards.
Well, Beomgyu does say one more thing: “So, you did think I looked hot in that selca—“