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All things considered, Kai was having a really good day so far. He gets really hungry after band practice, though, so he found himself at the fancy new convenience store a couple of blocks away from the usual spot he frequents. The place is way bigger, flashier and the ramyeon selection is slightly overwhelming.
Also, theres this giant multi-beverage dispenser that freaks him out a bit, so he was struggling a little to figure it out.
"Making ramyeon shouldn't be this complicated." Kai whined, exaggeratedly pouting. "Why are there so many buttons? Do you think this one is for hot water? It's got a steam drawing on it.”
"You're the one making it complicated," Yeonjun said lazily next to him."You can always just push it and find out.” So he just reached over and pressed the button.
Turns out the steam drawing stands for chai, actually.
Right. Kai was having a fine afternoon right up until that moment as his eyes widened in shock watching his ramyeon turn into a chai latte. The older next to him burst into laughter, unable to contain himself at Kai's horrified expression. "Oh man, it's fucked now—"
“Tell him something, Soobin!!” He yelled.
Soobin, wide-eyed as he stared at the cup in Kai's hand, opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, the cashier lady shushed them to keep it quiet from behind the counter.
Kai's cheeks turned bright red. “Sorry!" heapologized to her flashing a lopsided grin that usually worked wonders on the ahjummas at his sister's apartment building.
It’s fair to say he achieved absolutely nothing but a blank stare, which made Yeonjun cover his mouth in a sorry attempt to shut himself up.
Kai briefly considered punching him. Instead, he glared at him and turned back to Soobin, whispering, "Hyuuung! Do something!"
"What's he gonna do, exactly?" Yeonjun chuckled, taking the ramyeon cup from Kai's hands. He sniffed it, scrunching his nose. It reminded him of the smell of that old Play-Doh his cousin dared him to eat when he was seven. "He literally can’t fight me." he added, casually tossing the cup into the trash.
That positively made Soobin forget about the whole ramyeon ordeal. ”What do you even mean?”
“I mean,” Yeonjun gestured up and down at Soobin’s tall frame, “you, cannot, take, me, in, a fight.”
Soobin scoffed. “Shut up, I totally could.”
"Nu-uh," Yeonjun sing-songed.
“I’m telling I could totally take you in a fight.”
“Too soft,.”
“CHOI YEONJUN, I WOULD LITERALLY DEMOLISH YO-“
"You know you still have to pay for that, right?” A chilly voice from behind them made them jump. Kai might have squealed a little.”You three. You have to pay for that.” She said gesturing to the cup in the trash.
"Yes, ma’am," the three said in unison earning a grunt in response.
"This is your fault, Yeonjun. You’re paying. After I beat you up," Soobin said firmly.
“Yeah? I would like to see you try, big boy.”
“You know I took taekwondo classes before, right? I’m not kidding. I’d beat you up,” Soobin said, throwing a few demonstrative punches into the air.
"Uh, hear that Soobin?" Yeonjun cupped a hand behind his ear. "That’s the crowd asking you to please stop embarrassing yourself.”
"Actually," Kai interjected, mockingly adjusting his imaginary glasses, "I’m the crowd, and I’m on Soobin’s side. Soobin, fight him."
“Okay, okay..” Yeonjun said putting his palms up and taking a step towards Soobin. “You’d like to try for real?”
“What? Here?”
“I mean, we should probably go outside. I don’t want to get scolded again.”
Now, Soobin had always been more bark than bite. Sure, he was technically a man of peace, but more importantly, he was a man of self-preservation. And something deep inside him told him that no matter how much smaller Yeonjun was, the odds of actually winning a fight against him were… slim to none. Probably closer to none.
He squirmed a little.
“You know what? I thought about it, and I’m not up for any fighting today. I, uh, have been debating with some colleagues about important stuff. You know, like social issues and, uh, philosophical questions.” He turned to Kai. “The morality of using force on weaker or like, physically smaller people is something we discussed, so…”
Yeonjun decided to ignore that last jab and straightened up. “debating with some colleagues?” he couldn’t help but tease “Are you talking about that anime club you joined?”
It’s been almost a month since Jihoon, Soobin’s former TA, discovered they share a passion for anime and manga. He invited him to a ‘gathering’ where they discuss their favorite shows, debate the best characters, and organize screenings of new episodes with other hardcore fans. Yeonjun likes to call it an “otaku anime club” and Soobin frankly takes offense on that.
“… We do discuss important themes in anime," Soobin said, pouting.
"Nothing wrong with that.” Kai chuckled, forgetting all about his chai ramyeon. “I also think anime is about important stuff. Seriously, Yeonjun hyung. It’s all really cool.”
“Thank you, Kai," Soobin beamed. “But it’s ok, he’s not capable of thinking about anything other than clothes and hair dye for more than two seconds.”
Yeonjun gasped, hand over heart, fake offended. "Hey now. I’m a very serious person. And I do understand it’s cool. Cool enough to impress Beomgyu, right?”
Soobin's cheeks turned red. He’s always been quick to blush, but this time it’s because Yeonjun’s words hit a nerve.
That nerve has a name and it is Choi Beomgyu.
Ever since he first laid eyes on him in their introductory course, Soobin knew he was a goner. His eyes, his voice, his smile, his laugh. Everything about Choi Beomgyu, Soobin thought it was beautiful. He had never been one for crushes, not even in high school, so it felt like fate had been saving all his affection just for him.
He remembered the first time Beomgyu had boldly introduced himself to him, not caring that Soobin could barely get a word out. From that moment on, they became friends.
With every day, Soobin's admiration only grew. The thing is… Beomgyu has a type. Soobin’s not completely bitter about it, not really. He kinda gets it, and he also still remembers how long Beomgyu crushed on Hansol. The lead drummer in Kai’s band. Always cool, always distant. A guy who never has to try.
There was also Seungcheol, his Music Theory TA with the deadpan stare and the "don’t talk to me" vibe who also happened to play bass like a god.
Or Wonwoo, Yeonjun’s older cousin from the States, who played in some post-something indie band and always looked like he’s halfway out the door.
So yes, Beomgyu has a type. Guys who look like they’ve been through something. Hard around the edges. Guys who never smile in photos, play something like bass or drums, and smell faintly like cigarette smoke. Always quiet and intense with a very specific mix of hot and mysterious.
And Soobin is a little too soft, too dimpled, too eager, and definitely not all that.
If anything, he’s a little too available, especially when it comes to Beomgyu.
So yeah, he knows he’s not the type. But that doesn’t stop him from looking. Or hoping. Or falling anyway.
"Yeah, right," Soobin mumbled, brushing off the teasing with a weak smile, “Guess that must make me real cool…”
Yeonjun sighed a little, sensing Soobin's shift. “Ah, come on, Soob,” he said, bumping his shoulder gently, tone softer realizing he might have gone too far. “You know I didn’t mean it. It’s not like Beomgyu is ever going to judge you for your anime club memberships.”
“It’s just one club,” he mumbled in a small voice,
“And it’s a cool one," Kai added brightly, putting both hands on Soobin’s shoulders. "Besides, you never know. Maybe Beomgyu could like someone like you!”
Soobin knew it came from a good place, so he just gave out a little smile, “Right..”
Yeonjun then clapped loudly, "That’s it then! No more pouting from you, Mr. Naruto Pokemon," he declared with a grin, making Soobin scoff. “And Kai, I’m sorry about your food. I promise we’ll come back with Taehyun tomorrow to figure this bad boy out. Now let’s get you some tteokbokki from Mr. Kim’s shop,” he added with a reassuring nod, dragging his friends out of the fancy convenience store.
As the three of them walked out, with Yeonjun complaining nonstop about having to pay for something he didn’t even eat, Soobin trailed behind. He kept thinking about what Kai said.
Maybe someone like Beomgyu could like someone like him.
It was a ridiculous thought. People called him cute or sweet, but never hot, never mysterious or cool. He couldn’t compete with the Hansols of the world. Not even close.
Deep down though, he knows his friends are right. He knows Beomgyu is not the type to judge someone for liking anime or joining clubs. But the weight of his feelings for him, combined with the pressure he puts on himself, makes him doubt his worth every time.
He’s got to figure out how to be okay with who he is and hope that’s enough for Beomgyu to notice him.
That's plan B. Plan A is to overthink and overreact.
With his head full of loud, looping thoughts, he kicked at a tiny rock on the sidewalk, only for his foot to catch on a crack in the pavement. He stumbled, and for a brief, humiliating second, the ground rushed up to meet him.
No one seemed to notice, thankfully, so he straightened up, casually pretended nothing happened and kept walking.
But as he watched Kai animatedly explain the entire Demon Slayer plot to a very bored-looking Yeonjun that seemed to be a second away from disassociating, that dumb little voice in his head kept whispering that the idea that going from friends to something more with Beomgyu wasn’t just unlikely, it was like Inosuke trying to pass the written portion of the Final Selection. Technically possible, but… yeah. Not looking great.
A surge of excitement pulsed through Soobin’s chest as he watched Beomgyu’s face light up at Main Alert’s concert, a dream come true made possible by Soobin’s miraculous ticket acquisition. Beomgyu shot Soobin a grateful look, his smile stretching wider than ever, and Soobin mirrored it, glowing with the same enthusiasm.
“I can’t believe we made it!” Beomgyu shouted over the music. “You’re seriously the best ever, Soobin!” His entire being radiated happiness as he looked at the stage with wide eyes, hands reaching up, and a grin that refused to fade while he screamed the lyrics to a song Soobin vaguely remembered hearing once.
He’s always been more of a Kpop girl group stan, anyway.
“I still can’t wrap my head around how you got these tickets! They were gone in seconds!” Beomgyu shouted to be heard over the music, but Soobin got it just fine.
“You know… ” Soobin leaned closer with a tiny smirk. “Perks of being multi-talented, well-connected and just universally adored…”
The reality was far less glamorous. Soobin’s older sister worked for a major media company and managed to snag those tickets. He owes her now a thousand favors, but for Beomgyu it was worth it.
“So humble..” Beomgyu chuckled, “No, but seriously,” his tone shifted, “this means the world to me. Thank you, Bin.” His sparkling eyes focused on Soobin, and his sincere words sent a hint of color to his cheeks.
“Enough with that,” Soobin whispered closer, trying to keep the moment light. “You’ve already thanked me like a hundred times. You know I’d do anything for you.”
Pause.
Did Soobin really just say that? Was it too intense? Did Beomgyu think he was too intense now?
Before Soobin could start overthinking, Beomgyu’s radiant smile washed over him once more, and Soobin felt a weight lift from his shoulders.
“What you need to do now is enjoy the concert,” Soobin said, trying to change the topic. “You’ll blink, and it’ll be over.”
“YOU’RE THE BEST!” Beomgyu yelled once again, jumping in place before pointing at the stage. “Look, look! Thats Dave! The drummer! Have you seen him tonight? Look at this tattoos, oh my god..”
Once again, Soobin was already well aware of Beomgyu’s crush on the band’s drummer. So, as the concert pulsed around him and he watched Beomgyu scream his lungs out for the band,Soobin’s mind began to wander.
Here’s what he knows: It's already established that Beomgyu’s past crushes were always guitarists, drummers, those elusive “bad boy” musicians and intense looking guys. And as he kept thinking about it and the gears in Soobin’s mind whirled connecting the dots that frankly were not really there, he reached for his phone, opening a familiar chat without hesitation.
The concert had ended about an hour ago and Soobin found himself knees bouncing up and down as he sat in the bathroom stall of the only Thai place still open at the hour. It really hit him then. He had to do everything in his power to get Beomgyu. No questions.
His fingers scrolled the contacts until they landed on the familiar name. He’s positive he had never pressed a button faster. And he was a fast button presser, if you asked him.
After a few rings, the line connected.
“Hey Soob hyung, sorry I didn’t answer earlier, just saw your text and-”
“Teach me how to play drums,” Soobin cut in without a second thought. “Or guitar. Or the other smaller guitar thing. Just whatever.”
“Oh hey Kai, how are you? Just peachy, thanks! What about you, my good friend? I’m pretty great too!”
“Kai!” Soobin yelled, interrupting. “This is a life or death situation! No time for this. I need-“
“Wait, where are you? What is that sound?”
“Huh? What sound?… I’m in the bathroom of Naga Noodle House.”
“The one near the stadium? I heard they serve good food but the facilities could be better.”
“Well, the noodles are pretty good, but yeah I guess it wouldn’t hurt to renovate… the faucets in the bathroom are leaky as shit. That’s actually probably the sound you hea- Wait no! Kai focus!”
Soobin heard Kai’s laugh through the speaker. “Sorry, sorry.” Kai added, “By the way, Tae’s here. You’re on speaker.”
“Hi Tyun. Okay, so-”
“Why did you just do that?” Taehyun interrupted from his own side of the phone.
“Did what?” Soobin asked but quickly realized Taehyun was not talking to him at all as he heard a conversation between his two friends on the other line.
“Why did I do what?” Kai asked too.
“Tell him he’s on speaker.”
“Because he is?”
“You just let him know he’s on speaker like you were warning him,” Taehyun replied.
“Warning him about what?”
“Exactly,” Taehyun said. “I don’t know what you two don’t want me to hear."
“Wait, is this what I’m thinking? Are you jealous? Because it's not a cute look on you,” Kai laughed. “Well, you know what? Actually, it really is.”
“STOP!” Soobin yelled into the phone. “If someone needs to be warned about something, it’s me about your flirting.”
“We are not flirting!” Taehyun yelled on the line.
“Actually, Soobin hyung, shouldn’t you be flirting? Aren’t you on a date with Beomgyu right now? Why are you on the phone?” Kai asked.
“It’s not… a date. I never specifically asked him on... you know what? It doesn’t matter! What matters is this is an emergency!”
“Emergency?” Kai’s voice got closer through the speaker.
“Hyung, what’s going on? Are you guys okay?” Tae asked.
“Yes! Emergency! That’s literally what I said first! And no, I’m not okay! I’m going through a crisis! Not ‘okay’! The complete opposite!”
“Uh-huh,” Tae hummed knowingly. “If I recall, the first thing you did was rudely ask Kai for drum lessons. Kai should we just hang up?”
Soobin groaned, hearing Kai laugh lightly. “Why do you want to learn anyways? Didn’t you try once with a recorder and swear off instruments forever?”
“Well, that’s exactly why it’s an emergency. Life or death. I need to revoke that vow and become the biggest rock star in a band to ever exist… Might get a tattoo too.”
“What the fuck?” Both boys said in perfect sync.
“Yes the fuck. I don’t know how else to tell you how serious I am. Life or death!”
“Stop saying that! You’re not dying. Look, it’s clear you’re in one of your weird moods. I’m all for it, but you’re on a date with Beomgyu right now, so stop this nonsense and JUST GET BACK TO HIM.”
Soobin’s mind raced as he walked Beomgyu back to his place after dinner. He was hyper-aware of every step, every word that came out of his mouth. It was like his brain was stuck replaying moments from the concert, analyzing every little thing Beomgyu said or did.
“I still can’t believe how close we were to the stage,” Beomgyu said, his voice tingling with leftover concert adrenaline. “Do you remember Geoff’s riff? He’s unreal!”
What was truly unreal, though, was Soobin’s talent for sabotaging himself with overthinking. Either way, looking at Beomgyu’s smile shoot his way, the one that made Soobin’s heart do a strange flip, he almost convinced himself that maybe Beomgyu felt the same way.
Almost.
“Yeah, he’s alright,” Soobin replied, trying to sound casual, but his voice came out a little too highpitched, a little too forced.
Beomgyu shot him a teasing glance, eyebrows raised.
“Alright?! Hyung! He’s like, one of the best musicians of his generation! And super hot too!”
Soobin knew Beomgyu was just fangirling hard about seeing one of his favorite artists. Just a week ago, Soobin himself had been crying at the sight of KARA performing. Still, he couldn’t help running his mouth.
“I mean… I just think that…” Soobin mumbled, “You know, I feel like maybe if I try, I could-like, if I had a band, I could be good. Not exactly like that, but I’m sure I could be a decent guitarist or something… I’m not saying I’d be a drummer tomorrow or anything, and I’m thinking about getting a tattoo anyway, so I’m just saying-”
Beomgyu abruptly stopped and turned to face him. His expression shifted into something unreadable. Soobin’s heart sank. He was two seconds away from completely losing it. Why did he say all that? What did it have to do with anything? Beomgyu is going to think he’s a loser or crazy. Worse, he's going to tell him that he could never pull it off, that he should stick to his minions shirts and anime binge nights and that-
“I feel like I really need to tell you something” Beomgyu said softly, stepping closer, locking eyes with him.
“Soobin.. I didn’t come to the concert just for… the band. I did because I wanted to be there with you.”
Soobin’s heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, hope flickered inside him.
But then the little annoying-world ruiner- voice in his head creeped back in:
Beomgyu must know you’re in love with him, and he’s just saying that to be polite. To not hurt your feelings. Remember who you are, Choi Soobin.
Beomgyu chuckled softly, a light, thrilling sound that ran down Soobin’s spine. “I mean, sure, I love Main Alert. But you do realize that’s not all, right?
Soobin didn’t trust his voice, so he just nodded. Beomgyu looked a little puzzled at the silence but cleared his throat and gave him a small smile. His lips forming a tiny V.
They kept walking side by side, Soobin’s body still catching up to his mind when Beomgyu glanced at him from the corner of his eye, confused by the sudden distance in Soobin’s expression.
“Soob,” he tried again, breaking through the wall Soobin had put up, “did you have fun tonight?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah! Definitely. It was awesome,” Soobin said, but even his own voice sounded strange to him. He was trying not to ruin the night, but already felt like he might hold a grudge against himself forever. Beomgyu stopped again and reached out, taking Soobin’s hand firmly, forcing him to look up.
His eyes widened, confused.
“Are you sure?” Beomgyu asked, searching Soobin’s face for any sign of what was wrong.
Soobin opened his mouth but the words got stuck. Beomgyu was so close, so unbelievably beautiful. All he could think about was how much he wanted to kiss him. But convinced Beomgyu didn’t feel the same, he nodded and gave a small, strained smile.
Beomgyu sighed, letting go of his hand. For a moment, Soobin thought he now for sure had ruined the night and wanted to crawl into a hole. But then Beomgyu started walking again, so Soobin followed.
“Okay, but if something’s bothering you, you know you can tell me, right?” Beomgyu said, voice light but tinged with something like frustration, probably from Soobin’s silence.
“Yeah, I know,” Soobin mumbled, mentally kicking himself for not being able to say what was on his mind, for not being normal.
The rest of the walk was quiet but not quite peaceful as Soobin’s thoughts raced while missing the way Beomgyu kept stealing glances, trying to figure him out.
When they finally reached Beomgyu’s door, he turned to Soobin. It looked like he wanted to say something and Soobin hoped it wasn’t a confession of hatred for ruining a perfect night, but all that came out was a soft, “Goodnight, Soobin. Thank you for everything. It was the best night ever.”
“Goodnight, Beomgyu. I’m really glad,” Soobin whispered.
Beomgyu hesitated, then leaned in to kiss Soobin’s cheek.
“Sweet dreams,” he smiled before slipping inside.
Soobin took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but no use.
His critical thinking went away with Beomgyu so he didn’t know what to think other than to continue with his plan and become the version of himself Beomgyu could like, partly because he was that dumb, and mostly because he was so lovesick he genuinely believed that maybe, just maybe, if he did… Beomgyu would finally look at him differently.
Somehow, Soobin hadn’t scared Beomgyu off. The next day, they were back at Soobin’s place, ready to binge-watch the new show Yeonjun swore was life changing, but Soobin couldn’t focus.
Every time Beomgyu laughed, every small breath he took, every time he shifted just a little closer, made his heart race so hard he was afraid the younger could hear.
Meanwhile, Beomgyu was trying, very clearly, to get his attention. Soobin had been acting strange and it was nothing short of confusing. Swinging from goofy dad jokes to blank stares lost in thought.
Halfway through the episode, he stretched, casually leaning against Soobin’s side, their thighs brushing, hips aligned.
Soobin froze.
“You okay?” He asked
”Yeah," Beomgyu murmured, nuzzling closer, "Just getting comfy. Is that alright?"
Soobin’s heart pounded in his chest. "YEah! Comfy is… good."
The silence between them thickened. Soobin could feel Beomgyu’s breath on his neck, warm and steady and told himself to stop acting like a kid, but every time Beomgyu’s fingers brushed his leg, even barely, it felt like static.
“You’ve been acting weird,” Beomgyu finally said. “Is everything alright?”
Soobin nearly choked on his tongue. “Weird? No! Totally normal. Just, uh… normal Soobin behavior,” he said, clearing his throat and flashing the most unconvincing smile known to man.
Beomgyu scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “Normal, huh?”
He didn’t back off. Instead, he shifted even closer, his hand going higher up Soobin’s thigh, just resting there.
“It feels like there’s something you’re not telling me.”
“I-” Soobin started but Beomgyu stopped him with a soft touch, lacing their fingers together.
That simple contact made Soobin shiver, and before he could stop himself, the words spilled out.
“I’ve just… been thinknig a lot about music lately. And drums sets.”
Beomgyu blinked. “... Okay?”
“Because I know you’re into that. And, you know, you have that whole cool thing going for you and I don’t really-”
“Soobin…”
He couldn’t back out now. Now or never. He took a deep breath and look straight into Beomgyu’s eyes.
“I mean, I’m not in a band or anything. I don’t have piercings or a tattoo or… the whole aesthetic. I know you’re not into me yet but I thought maybe I could-”
Beomgyu’s eyes widened, then laughter spilled out, bright and disbelieving..
“Wait, let me get this straight. You think I’m not into you because you’re not in a band?”
Soobin winced “And because I don’t wear black enough, probably.”
Beomgyu grinned, laughing again, and Soobin groaned.
“Don't make fun of me,” he muttered, pouting slightly. “It’s just, it’s about the whole vibe I bring to the function! I’ve seen your type. And I’m just trying to be someone you’d actually want.”
Beomgyu scooted closer, closing the gap between them, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Soobin’s thigh.
“Soobin. Let me make something very clear before your overthinkier brain explodes,” he said, voice warm and sure. “I already like you. A lot. Exactly as you are.”
Soobin blinked.
“You…like me? Despite… everything?”
“No, Soobin. I like you because of it. Everything about you.” he smiled " And I think you're pretty hot. You drive me crazy all the time."
Soobin felt his heart on his throat. All planets aligned, the birds sang, flowers bloomed out of season, he’s pretty sure he could spot a rainbow spontaneously appearing through the window and somewhere in the distance, a gospel choir hit a high note.
Time paused.
“You’re aware I have an anime club membership, right?” Soobin asked suddenly, half-horrified.
Beomgyu rolled his eyes playfully, fingers sneaking higher along Soobin’s leg.
“Yes, Soobin. And I like that too. Honestly, I’ve been trying to get you to notice for weeks. You’ve been so oblivious I was about to spell it out for you.”
“You still might have to…”
“How about I just show you?” Beomgyu whispered, leaning in close, lips brushing Soobin’s ear. “Would that help you understand?”
Soobin’s breath hitched. He nodded.
Beomgyu moved to straddle his lap, hands resting on his shoulders, lips curved into a teasing smile.
Soobin’s hands found his waist and trembled slightly “Are you... sure?” he whispered.
“Positive,” Beomgyu murmured, lips inches from his “Never been more sure of anything.”
Their lips finally met and Soobin melted. What he wanted for so long was finally happening, and it was nothing short of the best night of his whole life, his brain actually took a while to catch up. The kiss was slow at first. Soft. Warm pressure still hesitant, lips parting and meeting again, getting to know each other for the first time. Beomgyu tasted faintly like the soda they’d shared earlier and something warmer, something distinctly sweet. The kiss deepened gently and their lips slid together. When Soobin felt the light brush of Beomgyu’s tongue against his bottom lip, Soobin opened instinctively, letting him in, wet, warm, and wanting.
“So,” Beomgyu murmured as he pulled apart, his fingers tangled in the back of Soobin’s hair, “are you convinced now?”
Soobin grinned, dimples on full display, mind full of Beomgyu.
“Yeah,” he breathed, “I think I am.”
Beomgyu leaned for another kiss, but Soobin surprised him by pulling him even closer with urgency. Lips pressing harder this time, more confident and desperate. Beomgyu’s fingers eagerly fisted Soobin’s hair and let out a soft sound against his mouth, like a tiny whine, and Soobin could have sworn he'd never heard a more beautiful sound.
Feeling confident, Beomgyu shifted in his lap, hips grinding down slowly, deliberately, drawing a shaky breath from Soobin. Afraid that he might be dreaming, that with a single blink Beomgyu could disappear, he tightened thegrip on his waist.
“I’m not going anywhere. Soobin” Beomgyu said as if reading his mind, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead. He still pulled him incredibly closer, curious hands wandering everywhere and Beomgyu pressed down, hips meeting Soobin’s again in a slow rhythm, lips crashing together once more. This time, there was no hesitation.
And as for the drum lessons? Well, Soobin might still take Kai up on that, if only to keep up with Beomgyu's pace.