Caught in Each Other's Games | Yeongyu | Beomjun |

5 | The party |

Author's POV

Days had passed since Yeonjun caught Beomgyu making out with Joon in the empty hallway. But even now, Beomgyu couldn't stop thinking about it. It was frustrating how that one moment refused to leave his mind, replaying over and over like a broken record.

Why did Yeonjun act like that? 

Why was it bothering him so much? 

Why did he care what Yeonjun thought? 

Beomgyu slammed his locker shut, leaning against it for a moment as he tried to shake off the growing confusion in his chest. Back at his old school, none of this would have mattered. He had always been reckless, flitting from one person to the next like a butterfly sampling flowers. One day he'd be laughing with someone, the next day they'd be pressed against the wall with his lips on theirs. He never cared if people saw, either. It was just fun—nothing serious. 

But Yeonjun... Yeonjun's presence unsettled him in ways he couldn't understand. Every time their eyes met across the crowded school halls, Beomgyu felt something shift. There was always this invisible tension, a silent push and pull that sent sparks down his spine. It was infuriating, exciting, and maddening all at once. 

He hated how much Yeonjun occupied his thoughts, yet he couldn't seem to stop it.

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The day was dragging toward its end when Beomgyu opened his locker and noticed a fancy envelope tucked between his books. He raised an eyebrow as he pulled it out, the gold lettering catching the light. 

"A party invitation?" he muttered, turning it over to read the details. 

His lips curved into a mischievous smirk. "Perfect. A party is exactly what I need to get my mind off... him." 

The thought of Yeonjun flickered in his mind for only a second before Beomgyu shoved it down. He didn't want to think about the way Yeonjun's sharp gaze had burned into him when he'd kissed Joon. No, tonight was about forgetting all of that. 

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Beomgyu stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the loose black tie around his neck. His outfit was casual yet striking a crisp oversized white shirt, black pants,  a loose tie and a black denim jacket slung over his shoulders. He slipped on a pair of white sneakers to complete the look. Basic? Maybe. But the way it fit him was enough to make anyone stop and stare. 

And stare they did. 

When Beomgyu walked into the party, heads turned, and the chatter quieted for a moment before picking back up. He knew he looked good. He could feel the weight of their gazes as he walked further inside, his signature smirk playing on his lips. 

But then his eyes landed on someone familiar in the corner of the room. 

Choi Yeonjun. 

Yeonjun stood against the wall, his red hair glowing under the dim party lights. His usual composed expression was tinged with something Beomgyu couldn't quite place. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment before Yeonjun broke the gaze, muttering something to the person next to him and heading toward the hallway.