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When Yeonjun drove up to a party, he usually intended to stay - not just drop by to pick someone up. So when he searched the crowd of drunken people for a specific junior, Yeonjun was tempted to accept the drinks offered to him. But he was a man on a mission, and if he wanted to be part of the upcoming showcase, he needed to be more careful with what he put in his body.
Being at the party that night was nothing more than a side quest. Soobin had called him earlier, begging him to pick Beomgyu up from the party. The idiot was mixing drinks earlier when Soobin went to find Kai. He came back later to find the younger gone.
Yeonjun was reluctant, not only because he didn’t feel like testing his willpower in front of temptation but also because Beomgyu seemed really upset with him lately. He tried talking to the younger about it, but Beomgyu had plastered on a fake smile insisting that he was fine - they were fine.
He mentioned as much to Soobin earlier, but the other sounded so desperate since he also lost Kai later that night and Kai was more likely to break something than Beomgyu when drunk. So, there was Yeonjun at a party he wasn’t supposed to be at, looking for the one person who probably didn’t even want to see him.
Finding Beomgyu was surprisingly easier than Yeonjun expected. The younger was at the edge of a crowd cheering on a game of beer pong. Yeonjun made his way over and lightly patted his back to get his attention.
Beomgyu whirled around at his touch, eyes bright when he realised who it was. “Hyung!”
Yeonjun smiled back, automatically, not realising how long it’s been since Beomgyu actually seemed happy to see him. Lately, he seemed to be more intent on avoiding eye contact with him.
“Come on, Beomgyu, let’s go home,” Yeonjun told him, gently guiding him out of the house and to the car.
The younger had taken to chattering about the beer pong game. How he and Jeongin had made special drinks just for the beer pong game and they were trying to convince Heeseung to have a taste by beating him in a game.
“I’m next,” Beomgyu told him, even as he slid into the car. He swung his hand up as if he had the ball right there in his hand. “I’m going to throw that ball into all the cups and Heeseung is going to have to drink everything.”
Yeonjun hummed, leaning over to put the seatbelt on for the younger, “That’s great, Gyu.”
Beomgyu blinked, as if just realising where he was. He looked around the car, slapping his hand against the car window. He looked around to Yeonjun, the smile slipping off replaced by a look of horror as the car left the party behind, “AHH, I’M BEING KIDNAPPED!! SOMEBODY HELP!!!”
Yeonjun winced at the sudden increase in volume. “Yah, shut up! You’re so noisy!”
Surprisingly the younger listened and immediately stopped. Yeonjun glanced at him, only to find the younger pressed against the car door, trying to make himself as small as possible.
He laughed, “What are you doing? Sit properly.”
The younger didn’t reply, eyes trained on the older male, flinching when Yeonjun moved to reach out to him. Yeonjun dropped his hand, unable to hide the hurt look on his face. He turned back to the road, “Go to sleep, Gyu. I’ll wake you up when we get to the apartment.”
For a moment they drove in silence, and Yeonjun tried to shake off the upsetting feeling. He didn’t know how it started, why it started. All he knew was that suddenly he was seeing Beomgyu a lot less than before. Yeonjun had chalked it up to him being too busy. But then, every attempt at hanging out with the younger was met with some kind of excuse.
This drive was the first time in a while they have been together alone, and Beomgyu is looking at him like Yeonjun was plotting his murder. He wasn’t - at least, not right then.
“Hyung,” Beomgyu called, softly.
“What,” Yeonjun answered, not sparing him a glance.
“Hyung, you’re upset,” Beomgyu said, and Yeonjun could hear him pouting. It was frustrating. Why the hell should Beomgyu be the one pouting?
Yeonjun sighed, reminding himself that Beomgyu was drunk and not really thinking straight. “I’m fine, Gyu. Go to sleep.”
“Are you mad at me?” Beomgyu asked, surprising Yeonjun. Shouldn’t Yeonjun be the one to ask that? He did, actually, weeks ago, and the younger had made it seem like he was overthinking things.
“Go to sleep, Gyu,” Yeonjun repeated, hands gripping the steering wheel. All he needed to do was drive the younger home.
That was the plan, but then Beomgyu said in a smaller voice, “I miss you, Junnie hyung.”
Yeonjun glanced to the side, to see Beomgyu now sitting properly looking at Yeonjun with sad half lidded eyes. He smiled softly at the younger, “I’m right here, Gyu.”
Beomgyu blinked a few times, before breaking out into a smile. He moved to lean his head on Yeonjun’s shoulder, “Yeah, you are.”
Yeonjun tried not to move so much as an inch when Beomgyu started nuzzling his shoulder. He twisted his arm around to pat the younger male, “What are you doing, Gyu?”
“I missed you, hyung,” Beomgyu mumbled.
“I missed you too,” Yeonjun admitted, quietly. He missed being with Beomgyu even when the younger kept asking Yeonjun for a bite of his food. He missed their stupid jokes and the random shit Beomgyu pulled. “It’s been a while since we’ve hung out isn’t it? You didn’t even join us when we went to that cafe you liked.”
“’Cause I didn’t want to watch you flirt with the waitress again,” Beomgyu scoffed, head lolling to the side and into Yeonjun’s ready hand.
“I don’t flirt with the waitress,” Yeonjun argued, gently pushing Beomgyu’s head back on his shoulder. He’d hardly called it flirting if all he did was flash her a smile. Was it his fault that she was easily charmed?
“Oh, can you remove the tomatoes because my friend here doesn’t like them?” Beomgyu said in a funny voice that Yeonjun assumed was meant to be him.
“Because you don’t eat toma-”
“Oh, of course, and since you’re so handsome and such a good friend, why don’t I give you my phone number and we can sext later,” Beomgyu continued in a high pitch voice. “Stupid waitress. Stupid Yeonjun.”
“That’s not what happened,” Yeonjun said, shaking his head.
Beomgyu tucked his chin on Yeonjun’s shoulder, even through half lidded eyes, he looked very much unimpressed, “Hyung, did you or did you not get her phone number?”
“Well, yes,” Yeonjun conceded. “But we didn’t sext. I didn’t even contact her after that.”
“You didn’t?” Beomgyu asked, quietly.
Yeonjun slowed down his driving just enough to look at the younger. Beomgyu was looking at him with such adorable expectant eyes. “Of course not.”
Beomgyu broke out into a smile, before going back to nuzzling his shoulder. Yeonjun gently patted his brown locks, when a thought occurred him, “Is that what this is? You didn’t like the waitress giving me her number? You liked her?”
“What?” Beomgyu asked, confused eyes now peering up at him. Yeonjun must be on the right track.
“Look, if you wanted to ask her out, you could have just told me,” Yeonjun told the younger. “I would have easily helped you do it. I didn’t even know her. You didn’t have to avoid me just because-”
“Hyung,” Beomgyu cut in. “I don’t like the waitress. I don’t even remember her face.”
“Oh,” Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows. Guess he was back to square one with the whole thing. He wanted to think that Beomgyu was lying but the younger had always been an honest drunk.
“And I wasn’t avoiding you,” Beomgyu added, finally turning to lean his head properly on Yeonjun’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.
“Yeah, you were,” Yeonjun snorted. So maybe he wasn’t as drunk as Yeonjun thought.
“I wasn’t.”
“You were.”
“Wasn’t.”
“Were.”
“Wasn’t.”
“Wer-”
“Shut up!” Beomgyu huffed, sitting back up with crossed arms. Yeonjun took that as a win. “Stupid Yeonjun hyung.”
Yeonjun smug smile softened after a moment, “Come on, Gyu, you should at least tell me what I did.”
“You didn’t do anything,” Beomgyu replied, turning to look out the window. “You never do anything.”
“What do you mean? What didn’t I do?” Yeonjun frowned, thinking back to the last time they hung out.
Yeonjun had went out for a nightly jog, as part of his new routine. Beomgyu joined him mainly to take pictures and keep him company. Afterwards, they both walked back to their apartment complex. The next day they went to the cafe with Soobin. As far as Yeonjun knew, everything was fine between them back then.
“You didn’t kiss me,” Beomgyu said, so quietly that Yeonjun wondered if he was hallucinating.
“What?”
Beomgyu huffed, face flushed, “You didn’t kiss me.”
“I…didn’t…kiss you,” Yeonjun repeated, slowly. His brain struggled to wrap itself around the simple statement.
“We were walking back and the night was perfect. Moon shining. Stars twinkling. We were laughing,” Beomgyu said, waving his hands around. “I was even wearing your jacket for fuck’s sake - and you didn’t kiss me. Didn’t even try to.”
“You-”
“And the next day, we go out and I see you flirting with the waitress?” Beomgyu said, glaring at the older male. “Stupid stupid Yeonjunnie. Flirting with the waitress right after you flirted with me the day before. Why do I even like you?”
“I wasn’t flirting with the waitress,” Yeonjun repeated, exasperatedly. He’d rather they talk about a more important matter at hand. “And with you, I mean we flirt all the time.”
“So it didn’t mean anything?” Beomgyu asked, sounding absolutely devastated by the idea. Yeonjun would have kicked himself in the back right now if he wasn’t driving.
He was still struggling to figure out what to say. His brain was stuck on the fact that Beomgyu wanted to kiss him that night. That night when Beomgyu was drowning in Yeonjun’s jacket and clicking as many pictures as he could on his phone. That night where they kept racing each other around the park, and Beomgyu looked absolutely breathtaking when he was struggling between laughing and catching his breath.
Yeonjun had been tempted to pull Beomgyu in for a kiss right there right then. If only he knew Beomgyu had felt the same way.
But his brain was still trying to catch up with everything Beomgyu was saying, that the only thing he could say was, “It wasn’t meant to mean anything. But fuck, Gyu, aren’t you being hypocritical right now? You also keep touching me. Kept puckering your lips at me. Kept staring at me when I change my clothes. How could you get mad at me for flirting back?”
“That was me dropping hints that you and your dumb face kept missing,” Beomgyu argued. “When I flirt, it means something.”
“Gyu, you do all those things to Soobin too,” Yeonjun deadpanned. “Hell, you guys even sleep in the same bed sometimes.”
“Maybe we’d sleep together if you stopped hogging the blanket,” Beomgyu mumbled, sullenly. “Besides, I don’t stare at you when you change. I was looking at you because we were talking. There was no staring. You just take so long to change.”
Yeonjun laughed, “Beomgyu, I can change in under a minute if I wanted to. The only reason it took me longer is because I know you liked to watch.”
Beomgyu spluttered at the accusation, “I do not!”
“Okay, sure, Gyu, whatever you say,” Yeonjun grinned. With his confidence boosted, he added, “For the record, I wanted to kiss you back then too.”
“But you didn’t,” Beomgyu grumbled. “If you liked me, you would have kissed me then.”
Yeonjun turned to the younger, smiling fondly at that cute flushed face of his. “I was worried you’d kick me if I kissed you.”
“No, I wouldn’t. I would have just kissed you back,” Beomgyu answered, honestly. He slumped back in his seat, sighing at the thought. He pressed his hand at the car window, “That night would have been perfect if you had just kissed me.”
“Yeah,” Yeonjun said, ruefully.
“You should kiss me now to make up for it,” Beomgyu continued.
“I’m driving,” Yeonjun snorted, even if the idea made him smile.
“So you’re not going to do it?”
“Not right now, no.”
Beomgyu hummed, “What if I kiss you right now?”
Yeonjun chuckled, “Probably shouldn’t. Safety and shit, you know.”
“So, pull up.”
“I’m not pulling up.”
“Because you don’t want to kiss me?” Beomgyu pouted.
“No, because we’re like a minute away from the apartment,” Yeonjun said, patiently. “And you’re drunk. I’m not having our first kiss when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Not.”
“Are.”
“Not.”
“Are.”
“I’m not-”
“Gyu,” Yeonjun cut in, with the firmest tone he could muster. He had to resist the urge to smile to avoid undermining how serious he was right then.
Beomgyu huffing, crossing his arms again, “Stupid Yeonjunnie.”
The next morning Beomgyu woke up in a familiar room that was definitely not his. His head was throbbing but not as bad as he expected. He silently patted himself for being able to pace himself. Memories of last night came back in pieces, and so did the horrifying realisation of where he was.
Beomgyu wanted to bury himself under the blanket and never come out. What are the chances he’d suffocate under all this heat and not have to worry about his blabber mouth the night before?
If only it wasn’t so hot under the blanket, Beomgyu thought. Wait, there was someone else under the blanket with him. Someone whose arms were tight around his waist. Beomgyu quietly glanced behind him to find the one face he didn’t need to see right now. Beomgyu inhaled sharply, before working on untangling the arms around him.
He was so focused that he almost missed the movements behind him. He jumped at the hot breath fanning the back of his neck and a groggy voice saying, “Morning Gyu.”
“Ah hyung, you’re awake,” Beomgyu said, now resorting to pinching the arms around him. But Yeonjun’s senses must be dulled when he wakes up because the only thing that did was make the older squeeze him tighter. He gasped, hitting the older until the hold finally loosened again.
“Are you going to run away?”
Beomgyu huffed, but refused to give him an answer. “Hyung, let me go. I need to pee.”
“Do you really?” Yeonjun asked, sceptically.
“Yes, I do,” the younger insisted. “So, unless you want me to piss all over your sheets, you should let me go now.”
Yeonjun propped himself up on one elbow, eyeing the younger carefully. Beomgyu shook his hips and crossed his legs together, to sell it. “Come on, hyung, let me go.”
“Fine,” Yeonjun said, immediately letting him go. He rolled over onto his back, stretching out his arms. “But we should probably talk about-”
The sound of the bathroom door slamming startled him. He looked up in time to hear the sound of the door being locked. “- last night.”
Yeonjun tucked his hand under his head, unable to stop smiling at the memory of last night. But he knew Beomgyu too well to just stay in bed waiting for him. Yeonjun wasn’t going to let him slip away after all that.
In the bathroom, Beomgyu was splashing cold water at his face. He grabbed one of the towels nearby and could immediately smell Yeonjun on it. He cursed internally even as he breathed in the scent. He tossed the towel aside, trying to plan his next move.
Yeonjun wanted to talk. Beomgyu can’t have the talk.
The idea of having to sit down and talk about Beomgyu being a blubbering mess yesterday was mortifying. The idea that Beomgyu would have to sit there talking to Yeonjun of all people about him being stupidly jealous over some dumb waitress was embarrassing. Hell, Soobin had done all but laugh in his face when Beomgyu told him.
So no, talking to Yeonjun about that was out of the question.
Beomgyu walked around the bathroom, internally cursing stupid Yeonjun for not installing a big enough window in there for him to crawl out of. He pressed his ear against the door, listening for any movements out there. Yeonjun usually slept in, especially after a late night practice. Maybe he went back to sleep after letting Beomgyu go.
He doesn’t hear anything. Beomgyu wished Yeonjun was the snoring type, but he’s not and Beomgyu could only pray that the silence means the older had fallen back asleep in bed. Beomgyu silently twisted the door knob, quietly pushing the door open.
He jumped when he saw Yeonjun sitting on the floor right outside the door. He laughed, hoping his nervousness wasn’t bleeding through. Yeonjun just grinned up at him, “Hey Gyu.”
“Hi hyung,” Beomgyu replied, sweetly even as he gripped the doorknob behind him. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing really. Just waiting for you,” Yeonjun shrugged.
“Wow, you missed me so much that you had to wait outside while I piss?” Beomgyu teased. “I’m touched.”
“Yeah, well,” Yeonjun said, reaching out a hand to the younger. “I’m not letting you avoid me again.”
“I wasn’t avoiding you,” Beomgyu scoffed, glancing at the bedroom door. He could make a run for it, but Yeonjun could easily catch up with him. That is if he even made it out of the room. Curse his long legs.
Yeonjun started tugging on Beomgyu’s shirt, when the younger ignored his outstretched hand, whining, “Gyu, come sit with me.”
Beomgyu huffed, pushing off the persistent hand, sliding down to sit opposite Yeonjun, with his back against the bathroom door. “What?”
Yeonjun hummed, “Can you remember what you said last night?”
“No, I can’t,” Beomgyu said, with feigned nonchalance. “I can’t remember anything from last night.”
“You can’t? Not even when you practically cried, begging me to kiss you.”
“I didn’t cry!”
“How would you know? You don’t even remember what happened,” Yeonjun challenged, with a smug grin.
Beomgyu scowled, “Hyung, if you’re going to make up a lie, at least make it believable.”
Yeonjun chuckled, “Well, do you remember when I told you I wanted to kiss you back then too?”
Beomgyu pursed his lips, trying to remain as nonchalant as possible, “Did you?”
“Yeah, I did, and you asked me for a kiss and I told you I didn’t want our first kiss to be when you’re drunk,” Yeonjun told him. “I didn’t want to risk you waking up and pretending like the kiss never happened.”
“I wouldn’t have done that,” Beomgyu mumbled, though he knew there was some truth to it. In a fight or flight reaction like that, flight would always be his first choice followed by overthinking in the hours to come. “Did you really wanted to kiss me that night?”
Yeonjun softened his gaze, “I did. Of course, I wanted to kiss you. I still do.”
Beomgyu turned away, his neck growing red. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt, quietly asking, “You do?”
He heard a sigh and from the corner of his eyes, he could see Yeonjun shuffling over next to him. He could hear his heart beating in his ears. He could feel the eager butterflies in his stomach.
“Beomgyu,” Yeonjun called, gently. Beomgyu hummed, refusing to look up at him. Yeonjun had too much of an effect on him. “Beomgyu, can I take you out on a date?”
Beomgyu tried not to smile too much, “Oh, where?”
“I don’t know, maybe that one cafe with the very friendly waitress,” Yeonjun suggested, laughing when Beomgyu turned to him with a withering glare. “I’m kidding, baby. We can go wherever you like.”
First dates are hard to plan when Yeonjun was busy training for the upcoming showcase. They ended up hanging out in the practice room a lot where Beomgyu filled his camera with more pictures of Yeonjun. “For monitoring purposes,” he had told the dancer.
Yeonjun didn’t care, always ready with a smile or a funny face for the camera.
For a while it was like that night never happened. The conversation never came up again, and Beomgyu finally accepted that it was not high on their priority list right now.
But then it was the night before they announce the showcase performers. They had just left the studio after Beomgyu dragged him out. He was going through the pictures he took that night, mostly of Yeonjun frowning at his reflection, while they walked.
“Gyu, when they announce me as one of the main acts for the showcase, you better be there,” Yeonjun told him. “Because I’m going to kiss you.”
Beomgyu froze, finger hovering above the arrow button. He turned to see Yeonjun grinning wide, and can’t help but scoff, “You sound so confident, hyung.”
“Of course,” Yeonjun replied, confidently. “Everyone knows I’m going to be in the showcase. Who else would be better as the main act alongside the seniors other than me?”
Beomgyu pursed his lips, trying not to smile too wide, “Fine, but only if you’re a main act for the showcase. No kiss if you’re just the opening.”
Yeonjun laughed, swinging an arm around the younger. “Come on, I still have to take you out on that date. I’ll buy you ice cream at the convenient store.”
“Wow, you’re so romantic,” Beomgyu said, sarcastically.
“Only the best for my baby,” Yeonjun quipped back.
The next day, Beomgyu arrived to find the dance students gathered around the noticeboard. He was about to join them, when he was picked up by his waist and spun around. He laughed, finally turning to the one dancer he was here for.
One look and he knew what the answer was. Without a second thought, Beomgyu cupped Yeonjun’s face and pressed their lips together. It was sweet, gentle and left them both smiling by the end of it.
“I’m supposed to be the one to kiss you,” Yeonjun whined, even as he leaned in for more.