Hidden | YEONGYU/BEOMJUN

07

It was 4:02 a.m. when Jennie returned, tiptoeing back into the Choi house with Beomgyu's black shirt folded over her arm. The air was cool, carrying the promise of dawn, and the hallway was dark, save for the soft glow of the bathroom light left on for late-night wanderers.

She yawned as she pushed Beomgyu's door open, ready to toss the shirt on his chair and head to bed.

What she didn't expect was the sight that met her eyes.

Beomgyu was on his bed, tangled in a mess of blankets, and right beside him, pressed so close their cheeks were touching, was Yeonjun. Yeonjun's arm was draped over Beomgyu's waist, their legs intertwined, breaths matching in soft, sleepy puffs as the fan lazily swirled the warm air around them.

Jennie froze, blinking, processing the scene.

Then she stepped forward, dropping the shirt on the chair before turning back to the bed, hands on her hips.

"Beomgyu. Hyung. Wake up."

Neither moved.

She sighed, leaned down, and poked Beomgyu's cheek. "Yah, what are you two thinking?"

Both boys jolted awake instantly, Beomgyu's eyes snapping open, Yeonjun's brows furrowing as he squinted at the light filtering through the curtains. They looked around, disoriented, before realizing they were still tangled together.

Beomgyu groaned, burying his face into the pillow, "Oh, fuck."

Jennie raised an eyebrow, "Does Yeonjun hyung always sleep here when you're together?"

Beomgyu blinked, confused, "Yeonjun??"

Jennie pointed at the boy beside him.

Beomgyu's eyes went wide as he whipped around to face Yeonjun, who was blinking blearily, hair messy, voice deep and husky from sleep as he muttered, "I got carried away... and fell asleep with you."

Beomgyu smacked his forehead, "Oh my god, idiot, why are you still here?!"

Yeonjun blinked again, rubbing his eyes, "Your bed is comfy."

Beomgyu groaned again, pulling the blanket over his face before tossing it aside, "Get up. Get up, get up before Mom and Dad see you here."

Jennie was already at the door, peeking into the hallway before turning back, "Hurry up, both of you."

Yeonjun stumbled out of bed, hair sticking up, wearing one of Beomgyu's oversized black shirts and his own sweatpants. He looked so out of place, sleepy and blinking in confusion, that Beomgyu couldn't help but sigh, pushing at his shoulder lightly.

"Come on, Yeon, you can't jump out the window this time," Beomgyu whispered, grabbing his wrist.

Yeonjun nodded, still half-asleep, "Yeah, yeah."

They tiptoed toward the hallway, Jennie in the lead, checking corners like a soldier on a mission. Yeonjun nearly tripped over a creaking floorboard, and Beomgyu slapped a hand over his mouth to stop the laugh threatening to spill.

Finally, they reached the back door, and Beomgyu opened it carefully, the hinges squeaking just a bit too loudly in the quiet dawn. Yeonjun slipped out, turning back to grin sleepily at Beomgyu, who rolled his eyes but couldn't help the small smile on his lips.

"Text me when you get home," Beomgyu whispered.

Yeonjun nodded, "Love you."

Beomgyu's eyes softened, "Love you too."

Yeonjun slipped into the soft blue dawn, jogging across the yard before hopping the low fence to his house next door.

As the door closed softly, Beomgyu and Jennie let out a breath at the same time, leaning against the kitchen counter.