MORE than a FAN || Beomjun/Yeongyu

Stuck

📱 PABO!: STOP.

📱 YEONJUN: so you do watch my fancams~

📱 PABO!: goodbye.

Yeonjun laughed, kicking his feet up onto the couch. "Too easy," he muttered under his breath.

He knew Beomgyu was a fan—had been one before they even started talking. That was probably why their conversations felt different from the ones he had with his usual friends. There was something about the way Beomgyu reacted to him, the way he tried (and failed) to act unimpressed. It made Yeonjun want to mess with him even more.

But lately, it had been making him feel something else, too.

Something he didn't know how to name.

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A few days later, their schedule for Busan was officially confirmed.

Yeonjun stared at the message from their manager, thumb hovering over Beomgyu's contact.

📩 MANAGER: TXT will be performing at DONG-A UNIVERSITY for a campus festival. Prepare accordingly.

Yeonjun should tell him. It made sense to tell him.

But instead, he locked his phone.

He didn't know why he hesitated. Maybe because it felt like something was shifting between them, and he wasn't ready to test it yet.

Or maybe because, for once, he wanted to see Beomgyu's real, unfiltered reaction.

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The next night, they were on call.

Beomgyu was rambling about something—some drama his friend got into, probably—but Yeonjun wasn't really listening. He was too busy focusing on the sound of his voice, the way it dipped slightly when he was annoyed, the way it softened when he laughed.

It was stupid.

It was so, so stupid.

"Are you even listening?" Beomgyu's voice broke through his thoughts.

Yeonjun blinked. "Huh?"

A scoff. "I knew it. What were you even thinking about?"

Yeonjun hesitated. "Nothing."

"Liar."

Yeonjun smirked, stretching out on his bed. "Maybe I was thinking about how cute you sound when you complain."

Silence. Then—

"Shut up."

He chuckled, rolling onto his side. "I'm serious, though."

Beomgyu sighed. "Why do you always say things like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like—" Beomgyu exhaled sharply. "Like you mean it."

Yeonjun didn't respond right away. He hadn't expected that.

It was a joke. It was always a joke. But something about Beomgyu's tone made him pause.

"...What if I do mean it?"

Beomgyu went quiet.

For a second, Yeonjun considered taking it back—laughing it off, making some dumb excuse. But he didn't. He just waited.

Then, finally—

"Then I'd say you're an idiot," Beomgyu muttered.

Yeonjun smiled. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Yeonjun chuckled, but then he hesitated, shifting onto his side. His voice was quieter when he spoke again.

"...Hey, Beomgyu."

Something in his tone must've changed because Beomgyu's reply was softer, too. "Yeah?"

Yeonjun swallowed, pressing his cheek into his pillow. "Do you ever think about meeting? Like, in person?"

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