75 days || YeonGyu / BeomJun

seventy-five days with a dumb cop (I fell inlove with him)

Yeonjun was pacing. Again.

Soobin, from the couch, didn't even bother looking up. "You're gonna wear a hole in the floor."

"I can't help it," Yeonjun groaned, throwing himself dramatically onto the couch beside him. "It's been a whole month. A beautiful, soul-healing, glitter-filled, blasting month of me courting the love of my life. Don't you think it's time?"

Soobin blinked. "Time... for?"

Yeonjun sat up straight, eyes shining. "To bring Beomgyu home."

"...You mean like—home home? Meet-the-parents home?"

"YES," Yeonjun declared. "My parents already know I'm like guys. I told them last week."

Hueningkai poked his head in from the kitchen. "Was that before or after you called Beomgyu your 'baby dream twink from the stars' in front of your mom?"

Yeonjun turned red. "I panicked, okay?!"

Soobin raised a brow. "And she's still letting him come over?"

Yeonjun smiled sheepishly. "She said it might be a phase. Like when she married my dad for a tax break and then accidentally fell in love with him."

Soobin grinned. "Romantic."

"Exactly. So I told them I was serious. That I wanna introduce the man I'm courting to them—like officially."

"Absolutely not."

Yeonjun blinked. "What?"

Beomgyu stood on the porch with a look. "We're not even dating. Like. Officially. now you wanna bring me to your parents like I'm your—your spouse or something?"

"You are my spouse in my heart," Yeonjun said solemnly.

Beomgyu whacked his arm. "That's not how it works!"

"But they already know you exist!" Yeonjun whined. "And they're excited! My dad said he's ready to grill whoever's brave enough to date me—his words! Come on, baby—"

"Don't 'baby' me—" Beomgyu hissed, face heating. "I'm scared. What if they hate me? What if they think I'm a gold digger? What if they think I'm just some cute neighborhood kid you're obsessed with?"

"Well... you are a cute neighborhood kid I'm obsessed with—"

"YEONJUN!"

Yeonjun caught both of Beomgyu's hands and gently squeezed them. "Hey. Look. It doesn't matter if we're official or not. You're still the person I care about most. And I want my parents to know you—not as my boyfriend, but as the guy who made me believe in actual feelings and butterflies and all that stupid romcom stuff."

Beomgyu stayed quiet, lips twitching.

"...Fine," he finally muttered. "But I'm not dressing fancy. And if your dad asks me about my intentions with you, I'm throwing you under the bus."

Yeonjun grinned so big it hurt. "Deal."