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Beomgyu swipes up on his phone screen to exit the Youtube app he had been on for the past few hours. Far longer than he thought, since a quick glance at the time tells him he’s spent a good three hours watching racing clips and a bit of guitar covers.
It was currently 2:43 am.
No wonder his eyes feel strained, even with the blue light added to his glasses. He’d been awake since 7 am that day- or rather, the previous day- since it’s now past midnight. The five of them, as well as their team, had been very busy preparing for their new album. There wasn’t much time to rest and even breathe.
Blinking and rubbing soothing circles on his eyes, Beomgyu decides it was time for sleep. He checks his messages one last time before locking his phone, propping his elbow up on his bed so he could lean and place it along with his glasses on the table beside his bed.
His room was now engulfed in both silence and darkness, with his curtains closed and lamps turned off. He has a night light, a habit he never outgrew and also a preference especially whenever he wakes up in the middle of the night, but these days, he’s too tired to bother.
Beomgyu was getting comfortable on his bed, fixing the duvet on himself, when two soft knocks on his door broke the silence enveloping the night.
“It’s open,” he rasps quietly, not wanting to wake up any of the other members.
Fortunately, whoever was on the other side heard him, as the door creaked open a second later, careful and slowly like they both shared the same sentiment.
From the light they kept on at the living room of the dorm, Beomgyu made out the person’s form.
“Taehyun-ah?” He calls, rubbing one of his eyes to have a clearer vision of the other boy.
His blue hair fell over his eyes, still wearing his prescription glasses since everything becomes a blur to him if it’s farther than a few inches. He was shirtless, a normal sleepwear for him especially during the summer, paired with a black short Yeonjun gave him years ago.
“Hey, hyung.” Taehyun steps inside, keeping the door slightly ajar. “Can I sleep here tonight?”
Perhaps the members were right. Choi Beomgyu is reduced to a whipped man for Kang Taehyun. Because why is his whole being fluttering with a simple question?
He grins, slightly lifting his duvet and making room on his double bed. “Of course, lovely. Come here,”
Even with the darkness, Beomgyu could still vividly see Taehyun’s face light up, walking into the room and going straight to one of the power outlets Beomgyu had on one corner of his room.
“Oh, can I open your bear lamp? I want to see your face.”
Beomgyu laughs. “We’re going to sleep anyway, though.”
“Yeah, hyung, I want to fall asleep seeing your pretty face.” Taehyun says as he flicks the lamp on, the room a little brighter now in addition to the light still streaming inside from the opened door.
Taehyun takes care of this next, finally closing the door of Beomgyu’s room, locking them inside their own little world.
With the lamp providing light to the room, Taehyun had no problem walking towards the bed where Beomgyu was now lying on his side, waiting for him.
“Hmm, why did you suddenly want to sleep here? Did you and Kai fight?” Beomgyu asks as Taehyun lies down, watching him. It wasn’t a common occurrence, given how attached to the hip those two are, but it’s still a possibility.
Taehyun playfully rolls his eyes, lying down on his side too. “No. Can’t I just miss my boyfriend and want to cuddle with him after a long, tiring day?”
Ah, Beomgyu’s heart did a thing. He grins like the lovesick fool that he was, only having his eyes focused on Taehyun as they lied face to face.
Boyfriend. It’s a melodic music to Beomgyu’s ears. Instinctively, his thumb went to caress the promise ring on his finger, a tangible reminder of what he and Taehyun have.
Beomgyu silently watches as Taehyun slowly rises from the bed, twisting a bit to set his phone upward on the side table, using Beomgyu’s speaker as a stand. It was then that the older saw Taehyun’s front camera facing them. When the blue-haired was satisfied with the landscape orientation showing them both, he pressed the video record button to start.
“Are you recording?” Beomgyu asked curiously, eyes following Taehyun’s every move as he lay back down on his side and faced him.
Taehyun hums.
“Another addition to your folder for me?” He teases, never letting his boyfriend live it down after he found out Taehyun has a folder on his gallery titled ‘beomgyu hyung ♡’ filled with pictures of Beomgyu doing the most random things. Or, in the member’s words, Beomgyu being Beomgyu.
Taehyun only scrunches his nose at him, making Beomgyu giggle. They went silent after this, only the sound of their breathing could be heard, eyes only looking at each other, until the blue-haired broke the silence once again.
“I can’t see you.”
It was then that Beomgyu realized Taehyun’s taken off his prescription glasses. No wonder he couldn’t see him, they were still a good few feet from each other, lying on either side of the bed.
Beomgyu inched closer. “There?”
“Closer,”
He leaned more, now they were only a foot apart.
“Closer,”
Beomgyu laughs, reaching a hand up to cup Taehyun’s cheek and bringing their faces so close together, they could feel each other’s breaths.
“There?! Can you see me now?”
“Hmm. Much better.” Taehyun grins back, his eyes traveling all over Beomgyu’s face.
Until it lands on his lips.
Beomgyu feels his breath hitch, silent as he watches Taehyun’s eyes go through a series of emotions. Suddenly, the air around them grew bolder and hotter, enveloping them with a familiar want and need.
“Science says you savor a kiss better when your eyes are closed.” Taehyun rasps out quietly, his gaze going up to meet Beomgyu’s.
“I think we should test that out,” Beomgyu answers back, now being the one to have his eyes fall on Taehyun’s plump lips.
Without another word, only a second later, their lips crashed together as they both leaned in to meet in the middle—closing their eyes. Beomgyu breathes a contented sigh into the kiss, making Taehyun smile, as they both explore familiar territory. Kissing Taehyun always messed with Beomgyu’s insides, like a group of butterflies had taken home in it and are currently at war with each other. It was both a cold and hot feeling, having the softness of Taehyun’s lips pressed against his.
Beomgyu loves no other sensation as much as kissing Taehyun’s lips.
They only broke apart when they were both desperate for air, the room being filled with their gasps for breath, opening their eyes at the same time and meeting each other’s gazes.
Beomgyu smirks. “I think only doing it once is not enough to prove what science says.”
His heart ever so flutters when Taehyun smiles back, eyes sparkling under the dimmed light of the lamp. “You’re right. I think we need to kiss more.”
And kiss more, they did. Once, twice, thrice. Beomgyu lost count. He’s become so lightheaded and drunk of Taehyun’s kisses, that the last thought on his mind that night as he fell asleep was how perfectly Taehyun’s lips felt like being pressed on his.
In the morning, they woke up with their limbs tangled together. And if anyone noticed how swollen both of their lips are, no one said anything except the silent glances and giggles Beomgyu and Taehyun gave each other.