Yeonjun’s jaw tightened slightly, but he kept his face neutral. “Do I need a reason to hang out with you?”
“Not usually,” Beomgyu replied, tilting his head slightly, “but today feels... different.”
Yeonjun hesitated before leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “It’s just... we’ve been so busy with our own stuff lately. I didn’t want us to drift further apart. You’re still... important to me, you know?”
Beomgyu’s teasing demeanor softened. His lips curved into a genuine smile as he looked at Yeonjun, a flicker of something unspoken passing between them. “You’re important to me too.”
The vulnerability in his voice caught Yeonjun off guard, and for a moment, the air between them felt heavier. It was as if all the unresolved emotions they’d buried over the years were threatening to resurface.
Before Yeonjun could respond, Beomgyu broke the tension with a playful grin. “But don’t get used to me saying stuff like that. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”
Yeonjun laughed, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”
Beomgyu stretched lazily, his smirk returning. “Alright, Mr. Sentimental. Let’s not get too mushy. You still want to hit that café, or was that just an excuse to invade my personal space?”
Yeonjun stood up and grabbed Beomgyu’s jacket from the back of the chair, tossing it at him. “Get dressed. You’re buying me coffee.”
Beomgyu caught the jacket with a dramatic sigh. “You invite me, and I have to pay? You’re unbelievable.”
Yeonjun raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Consider it payback for the years you’ve spent ignoring my texts with thumbs-up emojis.”
Beomgyu chuckled under his breath and slipped into his jacket. “Fine, but I’m getting the most expensive thing on the menu just to spite you.”
The two walked out into the chilly evening, their breaths fogging the air. The streets near their old company building felt oddly familiar, yet different at the same time. As they strolled, the streetlights cast a soft glow, and the distant hum of the city surrounded them.
“You know,” Beomgyu began, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, “I haven’t been to this café since we stopped practicing nearby. Feels like a lifetime ago.”
Yeonjun glanced at him, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Yeah. Back when we were broke trainees who couldn’t even afford the fancy drinks.”
Beomgyu snorted. “We lived off iced Americanos and stale bread. Those were the days.”
As they reached the café, Yeonjun held the door open, and a wave of nostalgia hit both of them. The familiar smell of coffee and pastries wafted through the air, and the faint sound of music played in the background.
“Wow,” Beomgyu said softly, looking around. “It hasn’t changed at all.”
They found a quiet corner booth, sliding into the seats as if they’d never stopped coming here. Beomgyu picked up the menu, squinting at it. “Okay, what’s the most ridiculously overpriced drink here?”
Yeonjun rolled his eyes. “Just get your coffee and stop being dramatic.”
Beomgyu grinned but ordered something simple, and soon, the two sat with their drinks in hand. The silence between them wasn’t awkward—it was filled with the weight of memories and unspoken words.
Yeonjun stirred his coffee absentmindedly. “Do you ever think about those days? When we were just starting out?”
Beomgyu’s smile softened. “All the time. Back then, it felt like the world was against us. But we had each other, so it didn’t matter.”
Falling for you, again.
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