Don't tell Soobin | Yeongyu / Beomjun

we're bestfriends, his brother is devil

Beomgyu and Soobin had been best friends since they were six years old.
Sleepovers every weekend. Matching backpacks in elementary school. Secret handshakes, inside jokes, pinky promises, and half of Soobin's childhood photo album was just Beomgyu smiling with food in his mouth.

To Soobin, Beomgyu was family.
To Yeonjun, Beomgyu was a problem.

"I swear to god," Yeonjun muttered from the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, "if I hear Beomgyu's laugh in this house one more time, I'm moving out."

Soobin didn't even look up from the couch. "You say that every weekend."

"And yet I'm still here. Suffering."

Yeonjun's eyes flicked to the living room.
Beomgyu was sitting too close. His knee touched Soobin's. Soobin laughed again—that laugh, the one that made his eyes crinkle. The one Yeonjun had only heard a handful of times directed at him in his entire life.

"Can't you two hang out literally anywhere else?" Yeonjun asked, tone sharp.

Beomgyu glanced up lazily. "Aw, hyung, you jealous?"

"Of what?" Yeonjun scoffed. "The fact that I didn't peak in middle school?"

Soobin snorted.

But Yeonjun wasn't watching him.
He was watching Beomgyu. The way Beomgyu leaned into Soobin's side, playful, easy. The way Soobin always smiled softer around him. The way Beomgyu's hand brushed his brother's shoulder like he belonged there.

He hated it.
He hated him.
He hated—

"You've been staring at me for like a minute now," Beomgyu said smugly. "Just say you're obsessed and go."

Yeonjun rolled his eyes and turned away. "In your dreams, loser."

But that night, when he opened his door and caught Beomgyu slowly undressing in his room by mistake

He stared,
Didn't looked away
Leaned against the doorway.

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haipsss, yizz new ff again bcus I have so many ideas that I've write on my journal last year😿🙏🏻