Hidden | YEONGYU/BEOMJUN

06

And then—

SLAM.

The door flew open, hitting the wall so hard a sticker fluttered to the floor.

"Beomgyu, can I borrow your—" Jennie's voice froze.

Her eyes widened, phone dropping from her hand and clattering on the floor as she stared at the scene before her: Yeonjun on top of Beomgyu, both of them wide-eyed, lips swollen, faces flushed, hands still gripping each other's clothes.

Yeonjun scrambled to move, but Jennie moved faster, slamming the door shut behind her, locking it with a loud click before spinning around, her arms crossed, eyes sharp.

"Beomgyu. What the fuck."

Beomgyu opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. His mind was blank.

"This isn't what you think—" he started.

Jennie raised a brow. "Oh, really? Explain."

Beomgyu looked at Yeonjun, whose face was pale, eyes darting between them, panic in his expression.

Beomgyu sighed, rubbing his face. "Fine. We're together."

Silence.

Jennie blinked once. Twice.

Then, to their shock, she grinned. "Okay. Cool."

Beomgyu gaped. "That's it?"

Jennie rolled her eyes, walking toward Beomgyu's closet. "Anyways, can I have your black shirt? The one with the weird white letters and crosses? I need it for our movie cover tonight."

Beomgyu's jaw dropped further. "Are you seriously ignoring the fact that you just walked in on me making out with Yeonjun hyung?"

Jennie rummaged through his closet. "You two are so obvious, com'on. Don't act like I didn't see the way you two blink at each other every time you're in the same room, and you pretending you hate him."

Beomgyu's face burned, "I—what?"

Yeonjun chuckled nervously, scratching his neck. "I told you, you're not as sneaky as you think."

Jennie pulled out the black shirt, holding it up to herself, checking the fit in the mirror. "It's fine, Beomgyu. I'm not mom or dad."

Beomgyu's shoulders slumped, relief mixing with anxiety. "I'm telling them tomorrow. Do you think they'll accept him?"

Jennie shrugged, folding the shirt over her arm. "I don't care. That's their business. For me? He's fine, I guess, as long as you're happy."

Beomgyu's eyes softened, a small smile creeping onto his lips. "Thank you."

Jennie rolled her eyes, heading toward the door. Before she left, she paused, turning back to glare at Yeonjun with a pointed finger, "But don't even think about hurting our hyung, Yeonjun hyung. Or I will personally end you."

Yeonjun raised his hands in surrender, "I wouldn't dream of it."

Jennie nodded, satisfied, and left, the door closing softly behind her.

Silence settled in the room again, the fan whirring, the glow-in-the-dark stars above them shining faintly.

Yeonjun let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, dropping back onto the bed beside Beomgyu, who was still processing everything.

"Well..." Yeonjun started, turning his head to look at Beomgyu, "That went better than expected."

Beomgyu snorted, covering his face with his hands, but his shoulders shook with laughter. "I can't believe she just asked for my shirt."

Yeonjun's laughter joined his, and for a moment, everything felt lighter, the fear loosening its grip around Beomgyu's chest.

They turned to face each other, lying on their sides now, noses inches apart.

"I'm really proud of you," Yeonjun whispered again, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from Beomgyu's forehead.

Beomgyu swallowed, eyes shimmering under the dim light. "I don't want to hide anymore, Yeon. I'm tired."

"I know," Yeonjun said softly. "No matter what happens tomorrow, I'm here, okay?"

Beomgyu nodded, blinking back the sudden sting in his eyes, "Okay."

Yeonjun leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, then another to his nose, then finally, to his lips. It was a promise, quiet and steady.

They lay there in silence, fingers laced together between them, the hum of the fan and the sound of their breaths filling the room.

For the first time, Beomgyu didn't feel like he was drowning in the fear of being found out.

Tomorrow would come, and with it, whatever his parents would say. He didn't know if it would be easy, or if it would hurt, but for now, Yeonjun was here, warm and real beside him, and that was enough.

They fell asleep like that, hands entwined, hearts steady, ready for tomorrow.