ALR WARNING CAHSE I THINK THIS MIGHT HAVE A BITTTT SMUT??? (I don't recommend someone reading this part who don't like smut tho🤕🤕.)
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CALL ME YOURS
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Beomgyu knew wearing that shirt was going to be a problem.
It was tight, too tight..and cropped a little higher than he meant it to. But it was the first party of the semester, and after weeks of lectures and dorm laundry, he just wanted to look good. That was all.
He wasn’t expecting Yeonjun to show up.
Or rather, he wasn’t expecting Yeonjun to look like that. Black tank top, low rise jeans, silver chain glinting at his neck. Drunk enough to be loose, not enough to be dumb. Just the right kind of dangerous.
And yet somehow, he didn’t look at Beomgyu once.
Not once. Not when Beomgyu walked in. Not when he laughed loudly at drinks with some girls from psych class. Not even when Beomgyu was literally being hit on by a stranger right in front of him.
The guy had dimples and cheap cologne, and he kept leaning in too close. Beomgyu tried to smile politely. Tried to shift away. But the music was loud, and the guy was persistent. His fingers brushed against Beomgyu’s bare stomach.
“Don’t touch me,” Beomgyu muttered, stepping back.
“Oh, come on,” the guy slurred, “You’re dressed like you want attention.”
And that’s when it happened.
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Yeonjun’s hand landed on Beomgyu’s shoulder like lightning.
Firm. Unyielding. Warm.
“You need to step back,” Yeonjun said, voice low and cool like a blade.
The guy scoffed, but one glance at Yeonjun’s glare was enough to make him mutter something and disappear into the crowd.
Beomgyu blinked, chest heaving. “I had it under control.”
Yeonjun didn’t say anything. Just looked at him. Up and down. Eyes like fire.
“You wore that shirt to this party,” he said finally, “and you didn’t expect this to happen?”
“Excuse me?” Beomgyu snapped, cheeks burning. “What I wear is none of your business—...”
But Yeonjun didn’t answer.
He grabbed Beomgyu by the wrist and dragged him out of the room.
Down the hallway. Past the bathroom. Into the dark, quiet corner near the stairwell. The music dimmed. The lights flickered.
And then...he pinned him to the wall.
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“You have no fucking idea,” Yeonjun hissed, voice trembling, “what you do to me.”
Beomgyu's breath caught. “Let me go.”
“No.”
“Yeonjun—...”
“You think I didn’t notice you tonight? You think I didn’t care?”
His hands were on Beomgyu’s waist now, thumbs digging into bare skin. His lips were inches from his ear.
“I wanted to kiss you the second you walked in. But then I saw you smile at that guy, and I—fuck.”
“You were jealous.”
Yeonjun didn’t answer.
Beomgyu smirked, even as his heart raced. “You don’t even like me.”
“Say that again,” Yeonjun growled, and pressed him harder to the wall.
Beomgyu whimpered softly.
“You think I don’t like you?” Yeonjun’s voice dropped. “I haven’t looked at anyone else all year. I know your laugh. I know your class schedule. I know you get cold during chem labs and pretend you’re fine.”
A pause.
“I know you wore this shirt because you wanted me to look.”
Silence. Heavy. Electric.
Then—
Yeonjun kissed him.
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It wasn’t soft.
It was desperate.
Teeth clashing, lips bruising, a kiss that ached like it was years in the making. Beomgyu grabbed at his shoulders, pulled him closer. Yeonjun groaned into his mouth and slipped a hand under his shirt, dragging fingers along his waist.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, breathless. “Say it.”
“Make me,” Beomgyu whispered.
Yeonjun kissed him harder.
They broke apart only when someone from the party stumbled into the hallway, blinking.
“Oh shit—sorry—”
Yeonjun didn’t even glance at them. Just turned back to Beomgyu, pressing his forehead to his.
“Let them watch.”
Beomgyu laughed, breathless. “You’re insane.”
“I’m in love,” Yeonjun corrected, then kissed him again. This time softer. “And I’m tired of pretending I’m not.”
Beomgyu’s heart stuttered.
“…I wore this shirt because I hoped you’d say that.”
“You don’t need to wear anything, Gyu,” Yeonjun said, voice smug now. “Just show up. I’ll always be watching.”
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They walked back to the party hand in hand.
People stared. Whispered. Beomgyu didn’t care. He felt ten feet tall. Drunk on Yeonjun’s kiss.
Someone asked, “Are you guys like... dating now?”
Yeonjun looked at Beomgyu.
Then leaned in and bit his ear lightly.
“He’s mine.”
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A/W :: HOPE THIS IS OKAY CAUSE IM SLEEPY ASF ITS 12AM RN
