Hidden | YEONGYU/BEOMJUN

03

"You're practically a minor," Yeonjun argued, face red as he tried to cover Beomgyu's eyes again.

"I'm nineteen, idiot!" Beomgyu hissed, pushing him.

They glared at each other, breaths coming out harsh, faces inches apart.

The movie kept playing in the background, forgotten.

And then Beomgyu lunged forward, pressing his lips to Yeonjun's, hard.

Yeonjun's eyes widened before they fluttered shut, his hands flying to Beomgyu's waist as he pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

They fell back onto the bed, lips moving hungrily, hands tugging at clothes, fingers slipping under shirts to feel warm skin.

Beomgyu rolled over Yeonjun, straddling his hips, fingers tugging at the older boy's black necktie, pulling it loose.

"God, you look so good in this," Beomgyu whispered, pressing kisses along Yeonjun's jaw, his fingers working on the buttons of his polo.

Yeonjun let out a shaky breath, fingers slipping under Beomgyu's shirt, tracing the soft skin of his back.

They undressed each other slowly, shirts and ties dropping to the floor, kisses growing deeper, messier, as they explored each other's skin with soft, hesitant touches that turned into firm, needy grips.

They pulled back, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling, eyes locked, soft smiles tugging at their lips despite the heat between them.

"Gyu," Yeonjun whispered, voice rough.

"Jun," Beomgyu whispered back, pressing another kiss to his lips, softer this time.

They didn't rush, didn't go further than they were ready for, but the touches, the kisses, the soft gasps—they were everything.

Then, outside—

Car doors slammed.

Kids' voices rang out, footsteps running across the driveway.

Beomgyu and Yeonjun froze, eyes wide, lips still swollen from kissing.

"Oh shit," Beomgyu whispered.

"Beomgyu, we're home!" his mom's voice shouted from the front yard.

"Oh SHIT," Beomgyu said again, scrambling.

Yeonjun looked around wildly, half-naked, hair messy, trying to grab his shirt.

"Hide!" Beomgyu hissed, throwing a blanket over Yeonjun as the older boy scrambled to pull it over his head.

The door rattled with a knock. "Beomgyu, can I come in?"

"Yeah, mom!" Beomgyu yelled, jumping onto the bed, pulling another blanket over himself, only his head sticking out, breathing heavily.

His mom opened the door, peeking in, smiling. "Did Yeonjun come over?"

Beomgyu forced a lazy smile, his hand subtly under the blanket as he petted Yeonjun's hair hidden underneath. "Yeah, Yeonjun hyung brought me lunch."

His mom sighed in relief. "Good thing we have him in the neighborhood. What if you didn't eat and died?"

"Mom, you're dramatic," Beomgyu muttered, eyes flickering to the hidden lump in the blanket that was Yeonjun.

His mom chuckled, holding up a small plate. "Your grandma made cake. Here."

"Thanks, mom," Beomgyu said, grabbing the plate with a shaky hand.

His mom ruffled his hair, giving the room a glance before shutting the door.

They waited a beat.

And then another.

Until the sound of footsteps faded.

Beomgyu lifted the blanket, revealing Yeonjun's flushed face, hair sticking up.

"That was so close," Beomgyu whispered, letting out a breathless laugh.

Yeonjun started laughing too, quiet at first before it grew, both of them laughing so hard they fell against each other, giggles echoing in the room.

Yeonjun wiped tears from his eyes, shaking his head. "Insane. We're insane."

Beomgyu kissed his cheek. "Yeah, but we're cute."

Yeonjun pulled his uniform back on, fixing his tie while Beomgyu picked at the cake with a fork, holding it out for Yeonjun to take a bite.

"Mm, your grandma's good," Yeonjun mumbled, licking frosting off his lips.

"Yeah," Beomgyu said softly, eyes lingering on Yeonjun's lips.

They kissed again, soft and slow, before Yeonjun sighed, glancing at the window.

"I should go before they see me."

Beomgyu nodded, helping Yeonjun climb up to the window, the older boy grumbling, "So this is how you do it every night? It's so hard."

Beomgyu giggled. "You get used to it."

Yeonjun climbed down carefully, turning to look up at Beomgyu, who was peeking out of the window, eyes crinkled with a sleepy smile.

They waved at each other, mouthing, "I love you."

And when Yeonjun reached the ground, he blew a small kiss up, making Beomgyu laugh softly, catching it with his hand.

And when Beomgyu crawled back into bed that night, the house still quiet around him, the taste of cake and Yeonjun's kisses still lingering, he let himself drift off to sleep with a smile, his phone lighting up with a single message:

Yeonjun: Sleep well, love. See you tomorrow.

Beomgyu: I love you.

Yeonjun: I love you more.