Beomgyu was trying to act normal.
Keyword: trying.
He walked into school like he hadn't been pinned to Soobin's couch three nights ago by his best friend's brother.
He was trying to pretend he didn't still have a faint bruise on his hip where Yeonjun gripped him like his life depended on it.
And he was trying—really trying—not to flinch when Soobin slung an arm around his shoulder and said,
"Sleep well the other night?"
Beomgyu choked on air. "Wh-what?"
"Project night?" Soobin smiled sweetly. "You looked...tired after I got back."
Yeonjun, passing by with a coffee, didn't even pause.
Beomgyu was sweating.
"Oh, y-yeah. Just math. You know math."
Soobin just stared at him. "Sure, Gyu."
That night in groupchat:
[Yeonjun is a pig]
Soobin: math must be insane to give you a hickey on your chest
Beomgyu: WHAT
Yeonjun: he's bluffing
Soobin: am I?
Beomgyu: STOP PLAYING FBI
Soobin: oh I'm not playing, babe. I'm observing
Yeonjun: log out.
Meanwhile, Yeonjun was getting bolder.
Hand brushing Beomgyu's under the table.
Corner-of-the-hall kisses.
He even whispered in his ear during lunch:
"If he doesn't know by now, he's dense."
Beomgyu stared at him.
Yeonjun smirked.
What they didn't know—Soobin, three tables away, was watching.
And smirking harder.
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Don't tell Soobin | Yeongyu / Beomjun
Fanfictionwhere Beomgyu finds himself in the most forbidden situations with his best friend's older brother-cold, cocky, and dangerously hot Choi Yeonjun. What started as an accident turns into a secret they both can't stop keeping. Flirting in the classroom...
