---
Yeonjun’s phone buzzed once.
Then twice. Then violently.
> 📞 “Junieeeee~”
The voice on the other end was unmistakable.
“Beomgyu?”
> “Junie. Junie listen to me. I’m at this stupid party and everyone smells like... like Cheetos. Can you—can you come pick me up?”
Yeonjun was already grabbing his keys. “Send me your location. Stay put, okay?”
> “I’ll stay on the floor. It’s nice here.”
---
When Yeonjun arrived, Beomgyu was slumped against a beanbag chair on the porch, hugging a plastic flamingo like it owed him money.
Yeonjun parked his car, approached, and blinked. “You good?”
Beomgyu looked up slowly. Then smiled like the sun just came out.
“Junieee!”
“Oh boy.”
Gyu stumbled up and collapsed against Yeonjun’s chest, arms flinging around his waist.
“You’re so warm. Like a freshly microwaved mochi.”
Yeonjun blinked. “Thanks... I think?”
Beomgyu hummed, burying his face into Yeonjun’s hoodie. “You always smell so nice. I like your stupid shampoo. It makes me feel safe.”
Yeonjun’s heart stuttered.
“Alright, drunk baby. Let’s get you home.”
---
In the car, Beomgyu refused to sit properly. He curled into a ball, head resting on Yeonjun’s lap, mumbling nonsense every few seconds.
“...and then he said my hair looked like a mushroom and I almost cried but then I saw your face in my head and I was like ‘no I can survive this.’”
Yeonjun tried not to laugh. “You’re a mess.”
“I’m your mess,” Beomgyu slurred.
Yeonjun nearly drove into a stop sign.
“You’re gonna forget you said that tomorrow.”
Beomgyu blinked up at him from his lap.
“No, I won’t. I mean it.”
---
Back at Yeonjun’s apartment, Beomgyu immediately faceplanted onto the bed.
Yeonjun rolled him over gently, took off his jacket, unlaced his shoes, and got him water.
“Drink.”
“Mmmnngh... okay, mom.”
Yeonjun pinched his cheek. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Beomgyu squinted. “You think I’m cute?”
Yeonjun stilled. “I didn’t say that.”
“Liar,” Beomgyu whispered, smiling softly.
Yeonjun covered him with a blanket. Sat beside him, brushing hair out of his eyes. “You’re gonna have a killer headache.”
Beomgyu grabbed his hand.
“I wanna stay here forever.”
“You’re drunk, Gyu.”
“Still true.”
---
Minutes passed. Beomgyu’s eyes fluttered open.
“Junie?”
“Yeah?”
“If I told you I loved you... would you run away?”
Yeonjun’s chest tightened.
“No.”
Beomgyu smiled. “Good... 'cause I think I do.”
He yawned, curling toward Yeonjun, cheek squishing into the pillow.
“I love you, Junie.”
Silence.
Yeonjun leaned in. Pressed a soft kiss to Beomgyu’s forehead.
“I love you too, Gyu.”
---
The next morning...
Beomgyu blinked awake, groggy and confused.
“…where am I?”
Yeonjun, sitting on the floor next to the bed, smirked.
“My bed. You called me. You were emotional. You told me my shampoo made you feel safe.”
Beomgyu flushed. “Oh god. Did I say anything else?”
Yeonjun leaned closer.
“You told me you loved me.”
Beomgyu froze. “...Did I mean it?”
“Did you?”
Beomgyu bit his lip. Then smiled shyly.
“Yeah. I do.”
Yeonjun grinned. “Then come here.”
He pulled Beomgyu down into his lap, arms wrapping around him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Beomgyu sighed, head on Yeonjun’s shoulder.
“Can I still call you Junie?”
Yeonjun kissed his hair. “Only if I get to call you mine.”
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A/W :: I DONT WANT SCHOOL ARGHH. But I gotta make it through 6am to 5pm🤕🫡
