MORE than a FAN || Beomjun/Yeongyu

Insecurity

The next few days passed in a blur of routine and distractions. Beomgyu kept himself busy—classes, assignments, gaming with Niki—but no matter what he did, a certain blue-haired idol found a way to sneak into his thoughts.

Not that he'd ever admit it.

Yeonjun hadn't texted since that last goodnight message. Beomgyu told himself he didn't care, that it was probably for the best, that Yeonjun was just a friendly, overly-flirty guy who did this with everyone.

He almost believed it, too.

Until the text came.

📱 YEONJUN: Busy?

Beomgyu stared at the screen, his heart doing something annoying in his chest. He should wait before replying, right? Seem chill, uninterested—

📱 PABO!: No.

Damn it.

The reply was immediate.

📱 YEONJUN: Call?

Beomgyu blinked. That was sudden. 

And they never actually went further than talking on chat.

He quickly ran a hand through his hair, suddenly aware that he probably looked like a mess despite the fact that Yeonjun couldn't even see him.

📱 PABO!: Why?

📱 YEONJUN: Just felt like talking. Don't make it weird 🤭

Beomgyu scoffed. He hit the call button before he could overthink it. The line rang twice before a familiar voice filled his ear.

"Pabo-ya~" Yeonjun's voice was teasing, light, but there was something tired underneath it.

Something about the way he said it made Beomgyu sit up straighter. "Are you okay?"

Yeonjun sighed dramatically. "Just exhausted. Practice, schedules, expectations—y'know, idol things."

Beomgyu hummed, leaning back against his pillow. "You say that like I'd get it."

Yeonjun chuckled. "I dunno. You're talking to me like you do."

Beomgyu opened his mouth to respond but hesitated. He wasn't sure why, but something about the way Yeonjun spoke—so familiar, so casual, like this was normal for them—made something uneasy settle in his chest.

"...Do you always do this?"

"Hm?"

"Text random fans? Call them like this?"

There was a pause. Beomgyu regretted asking the second the words left his mouth, but Yeonjun's answer came softer than he expected.

"No," he admitted. "I don't."

Beomgyu gripped his blanket tighter.

Yeonjun laughed lightly. "Why? Am I making you nervous?"

"Tch. As if," Beomgyu muttered, sinking further into his bed. "I just think it's weird. You don't even know me."

"I dunno... Feels like I do," Yeonjun mused.

Beomgyu's breath caught. He hated how easy Yeonjun made this. How easily he flirted, how easily he said things that could mean everything or nothing. It was probably just how he was—playful, teasing, charming.

And yet, Beomgyu found himself wanting to believe it anyway.

Later that night, Beomgyu sat in the dorm's living room, phone still warm in his hand. His friends were scattered around—Jungwon was on the floor doing homework, Sunghoon and Jay were arguing over what to watch, and Sunoo was scrolling through his phone beside him.