MORE than a FAN || Beomjun/Yeongyu

When its you, I Falter

"Then what am I?!" Beomgyu yelled suddenly, voice cracking. "Because I can't keep pretending this is some game. I can't flirt back and laugh it off anymore—because I like you, okay?! And it's not just some fan crush, it's not stupid, it's—"

His voice faltered.

"I like you," he repeated, quieter this time. "More than I should. More than I want to. And that terrifies me, because you always call me your fan like that's all I'll ever be."

Yeonjun's eyes softened.

"And after the scandal," Beomgyu's voice dropped to a whisper, "I just... I realized. Maybe you don't even like boys. Maybe this was all nothing. Maybe I'm just a dumb fan who crossed the line. You deserve someone perfect. Someone real. Someone who matches your world. And I'm not—"

"Enough," Yeonjun said, stepping forward and grabbing Beomgyu by the wrist.

In the next second, Beomgyu was pulled into his arms.

A firm, grounding hug. No teasing. No jokes.

Just warmth.

"I hate when you talk like that," Yeonjun murmured against his ear. "Like I'm above you. Like I'm out of reach. You have no idea how wrong you are."

Beomgyu didn't mean to melt.

But for a second—just a second—he let himself.

Let himself fall into Yeonjun's arms, head tucked into his shoulder like it belonged there. Like the whole world had narrowed to the steady rhythm of Yeonjun's breathing, the warmth of his hoodie, the quiet way he whispered his name.

But then—

Reality hit like cold water.

He stiffened.

Pushed at Yeonjun's chest, trying to create distance. "This—this isn't right," he muttered, eyes darting everywhere but at him. "You can't do this. You're an idol. You're supposed to be careful—"

"I am being careful," Yeonjun cut in, still holding onto him but loosening his grip just enough to give him space. "That's why I'm here at midnight, wearing a mask, half-disguised like a damn fugitive."

Beomgyu's breath caught. "You shouldn't have come."

"I had to," Yeonjun said. And then softer, "Because I don't want to hide from this—not from you."

Beomgyu turned his face away. "You don't get it. This isn't sustainable. We're from two completely different worlds—"

"Then I'll build a bridge between them," Yeonjun said, fierce now. "I'll sneak into your campus in disguises. I'll send you handwritten letters if I have to. I'll do everything, Beomgyu."

His voice was trembling, but not from fear. From resolve.

"I'm going to pursue you," he said. "Like you deserve. Grand, stupidly romantic, secretly dramatic. Every cheesy thing I can pull off. Because this thing between us? It's not a game. It's not fanservice. And it's sure as hell not one-sided."

Beomgyu's eyes widened. "Hyung..."

Yeonjun reached for his hand—slowly this time. His fingers brushed Beomgyu's knuckles before curling around them gently.

"I know I can't give you a public love story. Not yet," he said. "But I can give you the realest one. One where every hidden moment counts. One where you're not just someone in the crowd, but someone in my life."

Beomgyu stared at him, chest heaving. "This is crazy."

Yeonjun smiled. "So are most of the best things in life."

There was a beat of silence. The kind that tasted like choice.

And for the first time in weeks, Beomgyu didn't feel like running.

He felt seen. Chosen.

Wanted.

But just as his lips parted to reply, a gust of wind rushed between them—reminding them they were still outside, still exposed.

Yeonjun's eyes flicked up the road. "Let's go somewhere safe," he murmured. "I got us a place. Just for tonight. Just to talk."

Beomgyu blinked. "You what—?"

"Told you," Yeonjun said with a sly grin, lacing their fingers. "Everything I do for you is grand. And in secret."

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