The dorm was quiet.
Rain tapped gently on the window.
Hueningkai was asleep on the couch.
Soobin and Taehyun were whispering in the kitchen.
And Yeonjun?
He sat on the floor of Beomgyu's room, guitar in hand.
No cameras.
No stylists.
Just him and Beomgyu.
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"Let's write something," Yeonjun said softly.
"For us. Just us."
Beomgyu hesitated.
"What if people find it?"
Yeonjun smiled.
"Then maybe it was meant to be found."
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They sat close, knees brushing.
Yeonjun strummed quietly.
Beomgyu hummed a melody slow, aching.
Then words started to fall, like rain:
🎶
I was a shadow learning how to breathe
You were the silence who finally heard me
🎶
Beomgyu added the next line:
🎶
They called us noise, but we were a song
In a world that wanted quiet, we proved them wrong
🎶
They paused.
Looked at each other.
No one cried.
No one laughed.
Just silence the good kind.
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The song became their ritual.
Every night after schedules, they'd return to it.
Adding lines.
Adjusting chords.
Breathing honesty into every word.
It had no title.
Just a filename on Yeonjun's laptop:
"SafePlace.mp3"
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One evening, Soobin walked in without knocking.
He heard three lines, stopped, and sat down quietly.
When they finished, he whispered,
"That's not just a song. That's a confession."
Yeonjun and Beomgyu froze.
But Soobin smiled.
"Don't be scared. It's the most beautiful thing you've ever made."
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A week later, during a meeting about the next album, Taehyun spoke up.
"There's a song you need to hear."
He pulled out his phone.
Pressed play.
And "Safe Place" played in front of six producers, two managers, and the CEO.
At first silence.
Then:
"Who wrote this?"
Yeonjun raised his hand.
Beomgyu reached for his.
"Together."
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They didn't say it was about them.
But everyone felt it.
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That night, they uploaded the demo unlisted, secret.
Only a few fans ever found it.
But those who did?
They left comments like:
"This healed something I didn't know was broken."
"Thank you for making love sound like peace."
"Even if this is never released... I'll remember it forever."
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And in the quiet that followed, Yeonjun turned to Beomgyu in bed.
"This song... it's you."
Beomgyu laughed softly.
"Then I hope you never get tired of it."
Yeonjun kissed his forehead.
"Never."
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Act Like You Mean It | YEONGYU
FanfictionYeonjun and Beomgyu have always been close the kind of closeness that makes fans scream, edit fancams, and flood comment sections with hearts. They're used to it by now: the ship name, the teasing, the requests to act "sweet" on camera. It's part of...
