MORE than a FAN || Beomjun/Yeongyu

Unannounced

Beomgyu had heard the announcement.

Or, well—he was in the room when the announcement was made. His professor had been standing at the front of the class, speaking in a clear, authoritative voice, and the students around him had been buzzing with excitement.

But Beomgyu?

Beomgyu had been scrolling through his messages, trying not to grin at his screen while Yeonjun spammed him with increasingly absurd questions.

📱 YEONJUN: Do you think pigeons have haters?
📱 YEONJUN: Like, amongst themselves. What if there's a pigeon influencer and the others are jealous?
📱 PABO!: please shut up

He had been so absorbed in the conversation—so focused on typing out a witty response—that the announcement barely registered in his mind. He caught bits and pieces. Something about a special event. Something about a performance. Something about—

"We are having special guests today!" someone behind him had gasped.

And Beomgyu, not paying attention, had simply hummed in vague acknowledgment, still typing.

It wasn't until much later—until the stage was set, the crowd was screaming, and the curtain was lifting—that reality hit him like a truck.

His breath caught. His eyes widened.

Because there they were. All four of them.

Yeonjun, Soobin, Kai, Taehyun, Beomgyu's favorite group in the entire world, standing on a stage at his university. And he hadn't even known.

What the hell.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears. He recognized them instantly—of course, he did. He had spent years watching their performances, attending their fansign, rewatching their variety shows until he could recite their jokes by heart. His stomach twisted, a dizzying mix of shock and excitement, and—

Then Yeonjun looked at him.

The moment their eyes met, Beomgyu knew.

Yeonjun had known he was here. And Yeonjun hadn't told him.

The realization sent a rush of heat up his neck, his fingers curling into the hem of his hoodie. His brain short-circuited for a second, overwhelmed by too many emotions at once—betrayal, amusement, something else he didn't want to name.

Yeonjun smirked.

Beomgyu scowled.

Oh, he was so going to kill him for this.

Yeonjun's POV

Yeonjun had planned this moment.

Maybe not down to the second, but close enough. He had thought about it more times than he was willing to admit—how Beomgyu would react, how his expression would shift from confusion to realization. He had imagined the exact way his eyes would widen, the way he'd freeze up for a split second before recovering.

And now, watching it happen in real-time, Yeonjun could confidently say:

It was even better than he expected.

Beomgyu looked absolutely wrecked. His mouth had parted slightly, his shoulders tense like he had been caught off guard in the worst possible way. His grip on his hoodie tightened, his expression cycling through about five different emotions in the span of two seconds.

And Yeonjun?

Yeonjun enjoyed every single second of it.

His lips curled into a smirk, tilting his head slightly as if to say, Surprise.