yeongyu 💟

Falling for you, again.

Yeonjun looked up, their eyes meeting. “Yeah... we always had each other.”

For a moment, the noise of the café faded into the background, leaving just the two of them and the quiet understanding that they’d been through so much together.

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Beomgyu leaned back in his chair, wrapping his hands around his coffee cup. “You remember how we used to sit here after practice and rant about how tired we were? Back then, I thought I’d never make it. But somehow, we did.”

Yeonjun chuckled, his eyes softening. “Yeah. We were so exhausted, but you always managed to crack some stupid joke to make me laugh.”

Beomgyu grinned, his wolfcut framing his face as he leaned forward. “Admit it. You would’ve gone crazy without me.”

Yeonjun shook his head, smirking. “You’re not wrong. You were my sanity and my insanity at the same time.”

Beomgyu laughed, the sound light and carefree, and Yeonjun couldn’t help but stare. There was something about moments like this—moments where the world felt quiet, and it was just the two of them.

Yeonjun felt the words bubbling up inside him before he could stop them. His heart raced, the coffee in his hands suddenly feeling too warm. He cleared his throat, trying to steady himself.

“Beomgyu...” he started, his voice softer now.

Beomgyu looked up, his head tilting slightly. “Yeah?”

Yeonjun hesitated, his grip tightening on the cup. This was it. He could feel the words on the tip of his tongue—I like you. The thought had been circling his mind for years, growing louder every time they were together.

“I—” Yeonjun paused, his breath catching as Beomgyu’s eyes met his. They were so bright, so full of curiosity, and Yeonjun wondered if he was ready for what might happen next.

Before he could continue, the café door swung open with a loud chime, and a group of people entered, breaking the moment. Yeonjun blinked, the spell shattered, and he quickly took a sip of his coffee to cover his nerves.

Beomgyu frowned slightly, noticing the shift in Yeonjun’s demeanor. “What were you about to say?”

Yeonjun forced a casual smile, shaking his head. “Nothing. Just... it’s really nice being here with you again.”

Beomgyu’s frown softened, and he smiled, reaching out to lightly nudge Yeonjun’s arm. “Yeah. It is.”

But as Beomgyu turned back to his drink, Yeonjun stared at the table, frustrated with himself. The words were so close, yet they felt impossible to say.

The cold evening air nipped at their skin as they stepped out of the café. The streets were quieter now, the city settling into its usual nighttime rhythm. Beomgyu stuffed his hands into his pockets, glancing over at Yeonjun as they strolled side by side.

“It’s weird how peaceful this area is at night,” Beomgyu said, breaking the silence.

Yeonjun hummed in agreement, but his mind was elsewhere. His heartbeat was loud in his ears, and every step he took felt heavier. The words he had almost said back in the café were now clamoring to be spoken.

As they approached a small park nearby, Yeonjun suddenly stopped walking. Beomgyu took a few steps ahead before noticing, turning back to look at him with a puzzled expression. “What’s up?”

Yeonjun gestured toward a wooden bench under a streetlamp. “Let’s sit for a bit.”

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. “Okay, sure.”

They sat down, the faint glow of the streetlamp casting soft shadows across their faces. Beomgyu leaned back, stretching his legs out in front of him. “You’re being weird tonight, you know that?”

Yeonjun let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

Beomgyu turned his head to look at him, his eyes narrowing slightly. “What’s going on? You’ve been acting strange since the café.”

Yeonjun took a deep breath, his hands clenching and unclenching on his lap. This was it. He couldn’t let the moment slip away again.

“Beomgyu,” Yeonjun said softly, turning to face him. The sincerity in his voice made Beomgyu sit up a little straighter.

“Yeah?” Beomgyu’s voice was quieter now, his teasing tone gone.

Yeonjun hesitated for a brief second, searching Beomgyu’s face for any sign of what he might say next. But all he saw was curiosity and the faintest hint of concern.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while,” Yeonjun began, his voice steady but soft. “You’re... one of the most important people in my life. You’ve been there through everything—every high and every low. And somehow, no matter what, you’ve always made me feel like I wasn’t alone.”

Beomgyu blinked, caught off guard by the sudden weight of Yeonjun’s words. “Jun, I—”

Yeonjun shook his head, cutting him off gently. “Let me finish.”

He exhaled slowly, his breath visible in the cold air. “I don’t just care about you as a friend, Beomgyu. I... I like you. Not in a casual way. In a way that makes my chest feel tight every time I look at you. In a way that makes me want to be the person you can lean on for the rest of your life.”

Beomgyu’s eyes widened, his lips parting slightly in surprise. The playful, carefree mask he always wore seemed to crack, leaving him speechless.

Yeonjun’s gaze softened, his voice almost a whisper now. “I’ve liked you for so long, but I was scared of what it might mean—for us, for everything we’ve built. But I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I needed you to know.”

Silence hung between them, heavy yet intimate, as Beomgyu processed what he had just heard.

His heart raced, thoughts swirling in confusion and anticipation. Before he could respond, Yeonjun leaned in, the space between them closing with a quiet certainty. His lips brushed Beomgyu’s gently at first, as if asking for permission. Beomgyu’s breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed.

The kiss deepened, tender yet full of emotion, a wordless confession of feelings that had been growing between them. Yeonjun’s hands cupped Beomgyu’s face, pulling him closer, as if the world around them had ceased to exist. In that moment, nothing else mattered—just the warmth, the connection, and the overwhelming tenderness they shared.

As they pulled away, the silence returned, but this time it was different. It was no longer heavy, but filled with unspoken promises and understanding. Beomgyu opened his eyes, gazing into Yeonjun’s with a softness that spoke volumes. His heart was still racing, but this time, it was in sync with Yeonjun’s. He smiled, a quiet, content smile that mirrored Yeonjun’s own.

“I never thought this would happen,” Beomgyu whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

Yeonjun chuckled, brushing a stray lock of hair from Beomgyu’s face. “Me neither,” he replied, his voice warm, “But I’m glad it did.”

They stood there for a moment, just holding each other’s gaze, knowing that this was only the beginning. Their story had only just begun, but it was one they were both ready to write together, one kiss at a time.

A/N: woah that's alot of words ngl but I hope u enjoy this chapter!! I'll be coming up with more oneshots soon !!