Hidden | YEONGYU/BEOMJUN

04

The morning was quiet, birds chirping, sunlight streaming through the thin curtains of the kitchen as Beomgyu sat at the table, staring blankly at the glass of water in front of him while his siblings fought over cereal.

His father walked in, holding a neatly cleaned lunch box in one hand, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Beomgyu.

"Beomgyu," his father started, placing the lunch box down on the table with a soft clack, "Yeonjun left this here yesterday."

Beomgyu's eyes flickered to the lunch box, swallowing as he looked away.

"So?" Beomgyu muttered, trying to sound uninterested as he picked at the edge of his shirt.

"So," his father continued patiently, "you should return it."

"Make them do it." Beomgyu jerked his thumb toward his siblings, who were still arguing over who got the last scoop of chocolate cereal. "I don't want to."

His father's eyes narrowed. "Beomgyu."

Beomgyu's jaw tensed. "I don't trust him, dad."

His father let out a long, tired sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "How many times do we have to fight about this, Gyu?"

Beomgyu glared at the table, voice low. "I don't like him."

"Beomgyu."

"Fine!" Beomgyu snapped, grabbing the lunch box, pushing his chair back roughly as it scraped against the floor. "I'll go."

His father watched him silently, arms crossed, as Beomgyu slipped on his sneakers without even tying them properly before stomping out of the house, the lunch box pressed to his chest.

But as soon as the door closed behind him, the scowl dropped.

Beomgyu's heart thumped against his ribs, feet almost bouncing with each step as he made his way across the street, the lunch box warm in his hands from where he had been holding it too tightly.

He stood at Yeonjun's front door, fixing his hair quickly in the reflection of the glass before pressing the doorbell, trying to look bored even as his stomach twisted with excitement.

The door opened slowly, hinges creaking, and there stood Yeonjun, hair sticking up in every direction, eyes half-lidded, wearing nothing but a pair of soft grey pajama pants and an oversized white t-shirt that hung off one shoulder.

His eyes lit up instantly, sleep clearing from them as a bright smile spread across his face, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

"Gyu!" Yeonjun's voice was warm, still raspy with sleep.

Beomgyu blinked, trying to hide the way his heart soared, shrugging. "You look like a mess, fox."

Yeonjun ignored him, looking both ways outside before grabbing Beomgyu's wrist and yanking him inside, shutting the door behind them.

Beomgyu let out a surprised yelp as his back hit the door, Yeonjun's arms wrapping around him tightly, pressing their bodies together as he buried his face in Beomgyu's shoulder.

Beomgyu's eyes softened, arms wrapping around Yeonjun's waist, fingers threading into his messy hair, gently scratching his scalp as Yeonjun sighed in content.

"You always miss me," Beomgyu whispered, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

Yeonjun pulled back slightly, just enough to look at him, eyes warm and sleepy, noses brushing. "Of course I do. Who wouldn't?"

They leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before their lips met in a soft, slow kiss, warm and unhurried, the kind of kiss that felt like breathing.