Caught in Each Other's Games
Beomgyu had been causing too much trouble at his old school lately. One day, he got a text from his dad asking him to come downstairs for a talk. When he did, his parents dropped a bombshell, they wanted him to transfer...
"How what, Yeonjun?" Beomgyu pressed, stepping closer. "How it makes you feel? Why do you even care? You're the one who's been avoiding me ever since the party."
Yeonjun froze, caught off guard by the accusation. "I haven't been avoiding you."
"Yes, you have," Beomgyu said, his voice quieter now, but still laced with hurt. "And I don't get it. You kiss me, you say all that crapy shit, and then you act like nothing happened. So tell me, Yeonjun, what do you want from me?"
For a moment, neither of them said anything. The air between them was thick with tension, their faces inches apart. Yeonjun's gaze flicked to Beomgyu's lips, and for a brief second, he thought about closing the distance again. But instead, he took a step back.
"I don't know," Yeonjun admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'm doing, Beomgyu. But seeing you with him..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "I couldn't stand it."
Beomgyu's heart skipped a beat at the vulnerability in Yeonjun's voice. But before he could respond, Yeonjun turned and left, leaving Beomgyu alone in the empty classroom, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and longing.
The tension in the air felt suffocating as Beomgyu stood there, his back still pressed against the wall. Yeonjun's kiss lingered, not just on his lips but in his mind, loud and consuming. Beomgyu's eyes searched Yeonjun's face for any sign of explanation, but all he found was a frustrating blankness.
"Why do you keep doing this, Yeonjun?" Beomgyu finally managed, his voice sharper now, trying to mask the confusion bubbling beneath his chest. "You can't just—just kiss me and then not say anything!"
Yeonjun's jaw tightened, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. He hesitated for a moment before stepping back, his hands clenching at his sides. "I don't owe you any explanations," he muttered, his voice low but tense, as though holding back words he wasn't ready to say.
Beomgyu scoffed, anger rising in him now. "Of course. Typical Yeonjun, always running away when things get real. You're such a coward!"
Yeonjun froze for a beat, and for a moment, Beomgyu thought he'd hit a nerve. But instead, Yeonjun smirked, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "If I'm such a coward, why does it bother you so much?"
That shut Beomgyu up. He hated how easily Yeonjun could turn things around, flipping the focus back onto him. The older boy took another step back, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Go ahead, Beomgyu," Yeonjun said softly, his voice laced with something sharp. "Keep playing your little games. Let's see who breaks first."
And with that, Yeonjun walked out, leaving Beomgyu standing there, chest heaving and mind spinning.
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The next day at school, Beomgyu was determined. If Yeonjun thought he could get the upper hand, he had another thing coming. The kiss from the night before burned in his memory, not because of the kiss itself but because of the way Yeonjun had left him hanging.
He needed to get even.
During lunch, Beomgyu spotted Huening Kai sitting at a table, his easy smile lighting up the room. Beomgyu sauntered over and plopped down beside him, throwing an arm over Kai's shoulder. "Hey, Kai! You're looking cute today," he said with a teasing grin.
Kai blinked, startled but amused. "Uh, thanks? You okay, hyung?"
"Oh, I'm fine. Just thought I'd spend some time with my favorite dongsaeng," Beomgyu said, his tone playful but his eyes darting around the cafeteria. He knew Yeonjun was somewhere in the room, and he wanted him to see this.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for Beomgyu to feel the weight of someone's gaze. He didn't need to look to know it was Yeonjun. The thought sent a thrill through him, but he kept his focus on Kai, laughing a little too loudly at something the younger boy said.
From across the room, Yeonjun watched, his jaw tight and his chest burning with an emotion he didn't want to name. He told himself it didn't matter what Beomgyu did or who he flirted with. It wasn't his business.
But damn it, why did it feel like it was?
Yeonjun slammed his tray down onto his table, earning a few startled looks from his friends. Without a word, he got up and stormed out of the cafeteria.
Beomgyu noticed, his smirk growing. "Looks like the game is on," he muttered to himself.
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Later that day, Beomgyu found himself in the library, pretending to study while his mind raced. The thrill of getting under Yeonjun's skin was intoxicating, but it also left him feeling... unsettled. He didn't understand why he cared so much about what Yeonjun thought of him or why his heart had raced the moment Yeonjun kissed him.
As he stared blankly at the book in front of him, his thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Enjoying yourself?"
Beomgyu looked up to see Yeonjun leaning against the edge of the table, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable.
"Always," Beomgyu replied, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. "Why? Jealous again?"
Yeonjun didn't answer, but the flicker of something in his eyes told Beomgyu he'd hit his mark.
"You're so predictable," Beomgyu continued, standing up and stepping closer to Yeonjun. "I flirt with someone, and you lose your cool. It's almost too easy."
Yeonjun's jaw tightened, but instead of responding, he took a step closer, closing the distance between them. Beomgyu's breath hitched, but he refused to back down.
"You think this is a game?" Yeonjun said softly, his voice low and dangerous. "You're not ready for the rules I play by, Beomgyu."
Beomgyu's heart pounded in his chest, but he forced himself to smirk. "Then teach me, Yeonjun."
The tension between them crackled, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. For a moment, it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of them, their gazes locked and their breaths mingling in the small space between them.
But before either of them could make another move, the sound of someone clearing their throat shattered the moment.
They turned to see one of the librarians glaring at them. "This is a library, not a drama club. Keep it down."
Beomgyu bit back a laugh as Yeonjun sighed, running a hand through his hair. "This isn't over," Yeonjun muttered before turning and walking away, leaving Beomgyu alone once again, his mind racing with thoughts he wasn't ready to confront.
Looks like the game switch up a bit.
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Author's note
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