MORE than a FAN || Beomjun/Yeongyu

Insecurity

"Okay, so." Beomgyu cleared his throat. "I, uh... I have something to tell you guys."

Sunghoon snorted. "What, did you finally fail an assignment?"

"No," Beomgyu deadpanned. "It's about Yeonjun."

That got their attention.

Sunoo glanced up first. "Yeonjun? Like, THE Yeonjun?"

"Since when were you on a first-name basis with him?" Jay added.

Beomgyu rubbed the back of his neck. "Since, uh... he gave me his number after the fan meeting."

Silence.

Then—

"WHAT?!"

Jungwon dropped his pen. Sunghoon looked personally offended. Jay just blinked in disbelief.

"Wait, hold on," Jungwon said, sitting up. "You're telling me Choi Yeonjun—one of the most famous idols right now—gave you his number?"

Beomgyu frowned. "Why do you sound so shocked?"

"Because that's insane??" Sunghoon exclaimed. "What, did he just hand it to you like some guy passing out flyers?"

Beomgyu scowled. "No, it was after the fan sign—"

Sunoo, the only one who looked somewhat unfazed, tilted his head. "Wait, so... you've been texting?"

Beomgyu hesitated. "...Yeah."

Sunghoon's jaw dropped. "For how long?"

"Just a few days," Beomgyu muttered, already regretting this conversation.

Jay narrowed his eyes. "And you're just now telling us?"

"I told Niki first," Beomgyu admitted.

"Of course you did," Jungwon grumbled.

Sunoo finally put his phone down. "Wait. So is he flirting with you?"

Beomgyu choked. "What? No! I mean—" He shut his mouth.

Jay squinted. "Oh my god. He is."

Beomgyu groaned, slumping forward. "Why did I even tell you guys..."

Sunghoon crossed his arms. "Hyung. He's an idol. Like, a huge idol. What if this is a joke to him?"

The words hit something raw inside Beomgyu, something he didn't want to name.

"I know that," he muttered, a little sharper than he intended.

Because that was the problem, wasn't it? Yeonjun wasn't just some guy. He was Yeonjun. Someone who belonged in an entirely different world. Someone who could have anyone.

And Beomgyu... was just Beomgyu.

He swallowed down the thought before it could settle.

Sunoo, ever the peacemaker, sighed. "Okay, okay. No need to interrogate him. If Yeonjun likes talking to him, then that's that."

Sunghoon huffed but didn't push further. The topic slowly fizzled out, though Beomgyu could feel his friends still watching him carefully.

That night, his phone buzzed again.

📱 YEONJUN: Still awake?

Beomgyu hesitated, fingers hovering over the keyboard. He almost didn't reply.

Almost.

📱 PABO!: Yeah.

📱 YEONJUN: Can't sleep.

📱 PABO!: That's not my problem.

📱 YEONJUN: Cold, Gyu. Real cold. 🥶

Beomgyu sighed, shifting under his blanket.

📱 PABO!: You want me to sing you a lullaby or something?

A beat of silence.

Then—

📱 YEONJUN: ...Would you?

Beomgyu blinked. His breath caught slightly. He hadn't expected that.

But for some reason, he didn't hesitate.

He grabbed his earphones, plugged them in, and called.

Yeonjun picked up immediately. "You're actually gonna sing?"

Beomgyu rolled his eyes. "Shut up before I change my mind."

He took a breath, then, without thinking too much, started singing softly. Just a simple melody, something comforting, something easy.

Yeonjun didn't say anything.

But Beomgyu could hear his breathing slow.

And for some reason, that was enough.

The soft melody filled the silence between them, Beomgyu's voice quiet but steady. He wasn't sure why he was doing this—why he was letting Yeonjun hear this part of him, why it felt okay—but something about the way Yeonjun stayed quiet, just listening, made his chest ache.

When he finally stopped, the line stayed silent for a moment. Then, a quiet chuckle.

"You're really good," Yeonjun murmured, voice softer than usual.

Beomgyu huffed, rolling onto his side. "You sound half-asleep."

"Maybe," Yeonjun admitted. "It's nice, though. You should do this more often."

Beomgyu scoffed, trying to ignore the way his face warmed. "Yeah, right. I'm not your personal bedtime playlist."

Yeonjun hummed. "Shame. I wouldn't mind falling asleep to your voice every night."

Beomgyu's heart stumbled.

He forced out a laugh. "You flirt with everyone like this?"

Yeonjun didn't answer right away. Then—

"Not really."

The words were quiet. Simple. Almost too easy to believe.

Beomgyu swallowed. He wanted to believe it.

But instead, he just muttered, "Go to sleep, hyung."

Yeonjun laughed, but it was softer now. "Yeah, yeah. Night, Gyu."

"Night."

Beomgyu hung up first.

And for the rest of the night, he stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore the stupid warmth in his chest.

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