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They're on the kitchen floor of Yeonjun’s apartment, drinking cheap wine when the words tumble out of Yeonjun’s mouth.
"You should move in with me."
Beomgyu looks at him suspiciously, but there's still a certain giddiness that comes with the prospect of it. "Just how drunk are you?"
Yeonjun’s mouth opens, as if he's going to deny the sentiment, but closes again just as fast. "Okay, very. But I mean it. People say what they mean more when they're drunk."
Beomgyu feels warm, the kind of warmth that spreads through your whole being. And he knew it wasn't just the alcohol. Part of it was Yeonjun, his ears red and eyes hopeful as he looked at Beomgyu. There was so much adoration in Yeonjun’s eyes that Beomgyu almost swore he'd feel it linger on him later, like Yeonjun’s cologne on the sweatshirt he stole from him.
He thinks maybe there's not a single part of him that doesn't have some remnant of Yeonjun on it. But he likes it that way, a permanent entanglement. He wants it to stay that way forever. And now, here Yeonjun was, trying to dip his toes into the thought of it. And Beomgyu feels a terrible mix of both excitement and terror.
"You really mean it?" Beomgyu asks.
"I do. You're here all the time anyway, right? And you judge my decorating choices enough. You might as well have a permanent say." Yeonjun grins as he speaks. "I like it when you're here more too. It feels more like— home. "
Beomgyu feels breathless at the words, it feels more like home. He feels like his heart might just burst out of his chest. He practically throws himself onto Yeonjun, kissing him just as breathless. "I'd really like that," he says, forehead now pressed against Yeonjun's.
"Yeah?" Yeonjun’s eyes light up.
"Yeah," Beomgyu confirms softly. "You can't take it back in the morning when you're sober either. You can't get rid of me that easily now."
Yeonjun laughs, "I wouldn't dream of it."
"You're lucky I had just enough extra space for all your shit," Yeonjun says plopping down on the sofa.
"I don't even have that much stuff," Beomgyu protests, sitting down next to him. "Thank you though." He offers a half apologetic smile.
Yeonjun huffs out a laugh, shaking his head before pulling Beomgyu closer to himself. It's a natural gesture, almost instinctive and Beomgyu melts into him just as naturally. "Eh, what's a little shared closest space?"
Beomgyu grins at that, "so romantic," he says teasingly.
"I carried a lot of boxes today, I do think I'm quite chivalrous actually." Says Yeonjun.
Beomgyu snuggles into him, "my hero."
Yeonjun just smiles, kissing the top of his head. He could really get used to this.
It's half past 1 am, and despite the late hour, the two of them are simply sitting at the kitchen table, half forgotten snacks now strewn about. Beomgyu couldn't sleep so Yeonjun opted to stay up with him. "Aren't you tired?" Beomgyu asks.
"Are you?" Yeonjun retorts simply.
"No," Beomgyu frowns. "But I don't want to keep you up."
Yeonjun shrugs, "it's kind of nice. Besides, I want to keep you company."
"If I didn't know any better—I'd say you kind of like me." Beomgyu says.
Yeonjun pretends to ponder the thought, "maybe just a little." Beomgyu laughs at that. "You know what we should do?" Says Yeonjun, quickly standing up.
Beomgyu watches him, both confused and slightly amused. "Should I be worried about whatever late night shenanigans you're about to come up with?"
Yeonjun simply ignores the comment, turning on a soft song on his speaker. Beomgyu is puzzled at first, until Yeonjun extends his hand to him, "dance with me."
Beomgyu can't help the smile that spreads across his face, "you are so fucking lame." Nevertheless, he takes his hand, standing up.
"And yet, you indulge me." Yeonjun replies.
He pulls Beomgyu closer, beginning to sway them gently to the music. Beomgyu feels like right now, the whole world might as well not exist. Right now, it was just him and Yeonjun, the gentle hum of music guiding them. "I really love you," says Beomgyu.
"I love you too," Yeonjun answers. "I want it to be like this forever, you know? Just us, dancing in the kitchen. Even when we're old."
Beomgyu feels something blooming in his chest, an ache, a warmth, he isn't sure what exactly to call it. But he's happy, the happiest he's ever been. "Me too."
"Don't peek," Beomgyu demands. "I'm serious, I'll be really mad if you do."
"Okay, okay. My eyes are firmly shut, I promise." Yeonjun struggles to hide the amusement in his voice.
"Alright, you can open them now." Says Beomgyu.
When Yeonjun opens his eyes, it's to their apartment decorated in sparkly lights. There's a blanket and little picnic with wine set up on their kitchen floor. It might seem silly to anyone else, but Yeonjun understands the exact sentiment.
It had been a year since they moved in together, a little over 2 since they got together in the first place. Yeonjun asked him to move in with him in this very spot, it was the start of something new for the both of them, this was undeniable. "This is perfect," Yeonjun says, laughing in an almost breathless sort of disbelief.
"Really? I thought it might be kind of lame, I don't know—" Beomgyu’s words are cut off by Yeonjun grabbing his face and kissing him.
"I love it," Yeonjun confirms.
And so they sit and they talk and they laugh. They're just a little tipsy on wine when Beomgyu starts to seem a little awkward and nervous suddenly.
Yeonjun looks at him suspiciously, "you good there? Do we need to put away the wine?" The words are half amused, half concerned.
Beomgyu shakes his head, "no, I'm good. I just—" he takes a deep breath, fumbling in his pocket for something.
Yeonjun looks even more suspicious now, "you just…?"
"I love you and…I remember sitting here, when you asked me to move in and I thought maybe this could be it. Maybe this is forever. And then, you said that's what you wanted, that one night, when we stayed up all night and we danced together." Beomgyu feels like he's rambling, nerves and alcohol dancing through his veins.
Yeonjun was smiling brightly now, his heart speeding up. "Are you trying to do what I think you're doing?"
"Let me finish," Beomgyu ignores the way Yeonjun laughs at that. "So," he pulls out the ring he'd been hiding for over a month now. "How about it? Let's dance together in the kitchen, even when we're old and wrinkly or whatever."
Yeonjun wastes no time leaning over to kiss Beomgyu, knocking over a glass of wine in the process. Neither of them seem to care as they kiss between fits of giggles and Yeonjun’s teary "absolutely."
Once they pull away, they just look at each other for a moment. "You're not gonna take this back when you're sober are you?" Yeonjun teases.
Beomgyu smiles, eyes all fondness and warmth. "I wouldn't dream of it."