Syncopation | Yeongyu TXT

05

Yeonjun is still scrolling like a man watching his own crime scene unravel in 4K.

The Guitar Princess comment sits there at the top of the thread, glowing like a crown jewel of pettiness. Beneath it; hundreds of replies spiraling out of control.
"sir u woke up and chose violence."
"oh so you ADMIT he's royalty???"
"what if he's the princess and you're the prince 👀"
"guys they're flirting."

Yeonjun bites back a laugh and tosses his phone onto the couch... only to grab it back immediately. Because the chaos? Addictive.

He scrolls deeper, lips quirking. "Wow. They're... really running with this princess thing."

"Good for them," Soobin mutters from the other end of the couch, sipping his iced Americano like a tired single parent. "Bad for you, apparently."

Yeonjun shoots him a look. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"That you've been scowling at your phone for thirty minutes like it owes you money," Soobin says. "And muttering stuff like 'bench boy my ass' under your breath."

"I'm calm," Yeonjun says, very much not calm.

"You're one DM away from a felony," Soobin replies flatly.

Yeonjun ignores him, opening @beomnote page again because self-control is a myth. The grid hasn't changed: guitars, lyrics, artsy angles that look ripped from a moody Pinterest board. Thousands of comments choking every post like ivy.

The top one? Still there.

"Our Guitar Prince ✨"

Yeonjun's lip curls. "Prince. Sure. Whatever. He's more like a..." He trails off, smirking. "Guitar Princess."

Soobin looks up, deadpan. "So he's your princess now?"

Yeonjun chokes on his own spit. "WHAT—no—I—"

"Oh my God," Soobin says, pulling out his phone. "Should I order wedding invitations?"

Yeonjun launches a pillow at his face. "Shut up!"

But when Soobin turns away, grinning into his coffee, Yeonjun looks back at the screen and... yeah. His ego is officially on fire. Because he worked his ass off for that choreography, and now some guy with good hair and tragic lyrics is getting his spotlight.

Not for long.

Beomgyu's breakfast tastes like chaos.

Mostly because his phone won't stop detonating on the table, vibrating against the wood like it's trying to dig a hole and escape reality with him.

He shoves another spoonful of cereal into his mouth and glares at the screen. 30 new comments in 10 seconds.

And every single one is—
"GUITAR PRINCESS SUPREMACY ✨"
"she's so pretty y'all 🫶"
"why is this the ship dynamic i didn't know i needed."

Beomgyu freezes mid-chew. "...Princess?"

He scrolls back to the cursed post and there it is: the origin of this nightmare. A comment by some verified account with a smug little blue checkmark:
@yawnjun: "More like Guitar Princess 👑✨"

Beomgyu stares at the username, brows furrowing. "...Who the hell is Yawnjun? And why does he sound like a sleeping pill brand?"

Before he can investigate, the next wave of notifications hits like a tsunami. His follower count ticks past 190k, his DMs climb into the four digits, and his comments section? A battlefield. Half the internet screaming "PRINCESS ENERGY," the other half writing delusional fanfics in real time.