You, Again || YeonGyu

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It was Wednesday night, and Beomgyu still couldn't get Yeonjun out of his head.

What if, right now, Yeonjun was out there kissing some stranger? Hooking up with someone whose name he wouldn't even remember? Laughing with them? Whispering things into their ear the same way he whispered "Gyunning" like it was something sweet?

Beomgyu turned on his side, hugging a pillow close, trying to force the thoughts away.

This isn't jealousy. I'm just... concerned. He's healing. That's all.

He was just about to fall asleep when a loud, frantic BANG BANG BANG shook his front door.

Beomgyu jolted upright, eyes narrowing. "Does this person not know I have a doorbell?"

Grumbling, he padded downstairs, yanking the door open—

And froze.

There stood Yeonjun.

Hair a mess. Eyes bloodshot. Bottle of whiskey dangling from one hand. And the most pitiful, broken expression Beomgyu had ever seen.

Before he could say anything, Yeonjun stumbled forward and hugged him tightly, face burying itself into the crook of Beomgyu's neck.

"Baby..." he mumbled.

Beomgyu blinked, brain lagging. "What?"

"Yunjinie... b-baby... come back..." Yeonjun choked out, sobbing softly into his shirt.

Ouch.

Beomgyu stood frozen, arms awkwardly hovering at his sides. That hurt more than he thought it would.

Greatest loves really are the hardest to let go, huh?

Yeonjun's shoulders trembled with every sob. His voice was slurred, but not sloppy. His body warm but... not reeking of alcohol like it should've.

Beomgyu gently tried to ease him off. "Hyung. It's Beomgyu. Not Yunjin. I think you—"

But Yeonjun just clung tighter. "Yunjinie... I'm sleepy..."

His eyes looked heavy now, lids drooping as he blinked up at him with something... more than exhaustion.

Beomgyu sighed. "Alright, alright. Come on, big baby."

He helped Yeonjun into his room, guiding him toward the bed. "You can sleep here. I'll take the couch."

He was halfway to grabbing an extra blanket when—

"Yeonjinieee!!" Yeonjun cried from the bed.

Beomgyu turned around, half-annoyed. "What now?"

"Sleep... with me..."

"...Excuse me??"

Yeonjun stood up, legs wobbly, and dragged Beomgyu toward the bed before he could protest.

"Hyung, seriously—it's me, Beomgyu. I'm not Yunjin."

But Yeonjun only shushed him. Softly. Gently.

And then—he kissed him.

Just a brief, tender kiss. Quick enough to startle him, but soft enough to leave him dazed.

Beomgyu froze.

Heart hammering.

Eyes wide.

Before he could react, Yeonjun tugged him down onto the bed and wrapped his arms around him tightly like he never wanted to let go.

"I love you, Yunjinie..." he murmured, already slipping into sleep.

Beomgyu didn't move. Not even when the room fell quiet. Not even when Yeonjun's breathing evened out.

He stayed there, still processing. Still stunned.

But one thing gnawed at his thoughts.

The bottle Yeonjun held?

Unopened.

The kiss?

No taste of alcohol.

The scent of his breath?

No bitterness. No whiskey. Nothing.

Beomgyu's eyes widened slowly.

Yeonjun wasn't drunk.

He wasn't drunk at all.