Hidden | YEONGYU/BEOMJUN

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For a full second, no one moved.

"OH MY GOSH ! " Jennie screamed, leaping forward to cover Sana and Giselle's eyes, who were trying so hard to peek between Jennie's fingers.

Beomgyu's mother shrieked, diving to cover the eyes of her niece.

Beomgyu himself sat frozen for half a second before scrambling up, shouting, "YEONJUN, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Yeonjun stood there, blinking, breathing heavily, his face red from the tips of his ears to his neck, realizing far too late what he had done.

"I panicked!" he shouted back.

Beomgyu rushed to grab a towel from the hallway, wrapping it around Yeonjun's waist, shoving him backward, "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!"

"I DON'T KNOW!" Yeonjun yelled, clutching the towel, "I JUST—WELL I KNEW YOUR FAMILY IS OPEN—SO—"

"NOT THAT OPEN!"

The entire family was frozen in shock, cousins peeking through their hands, Beomgyu's sisters screaming and laughing, Beomgyu's mother trying not to faint.

And then, the worst sound.

Click.

Beomgyu's father had disappeared during the chaos, only to return, stepping into the living room holding what looked like a gun, his eyes wide and jaw clenched.

Yeonjun's face drained of color, "Sir, please—"

Beomgyu stepped in front of Yeonjun, clutching the towel around him, "DAD, NO!"

His father raised the gun, aiming it directly at Yeonjun's chest, "Die."

Before Yeonjun could even run, before Beomgyu could drag him away, the trigger was pulled.

POP!

Beomgyu flinched, bracing himself.

A small, bright plastic bullet bounced off Yeonjun's forehead and fell to the floor with a quiet clack.

Silence.

Beomgyu slowly opened his eyes, looking down at Yeonjun, who was blinking in confusion, the towel still around his waist, the faint red mark of the plastic bullet on his forehead.

Beomgyu's mother covered her mouth, eyes wide.

And then, the laughter erupted.

Beomgyu's father lowered the toy gun, shaking his head, laughter bubbling from his chest, "You're an odd one, Yeonjun."

Yeonjun stood there, clutching the towel, shaking, tears pricking at his eyes from sheer embarrassment, "I—I'm so sorry, sir, I—"

Beomgyu's father wiped tears of laughter from his eyes, pointing at Yeonjun, "I didn't know where you found the courage to do that, but that was epic. And rare.

" I accept you. Since the first day your were looking to my son like you wanna chew him."

Beomgyu's sisters squealed, jumping up and down, "YESSSS YEONJUN HYUNG!!!"

Jennie was on the floor, laughing so hard she couldn't breathe, clutching her stomach, "Oh my god, that was the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life."

Beomgyu's father clapped Yeonjun on the back, nearly making him drop the towel, "Now, put your clothes on, son. Let's eat dinner."

Yeonjun mumbled, voice trembling, "T-thank you for accepting us."

Beomgyu's mother smiled warmly, finally calming down, "You're family now, Yeonjun. You've always been."

The entire family started bustling toward the dining table, the cousins still giggling, whispering, "He really stripped," "His abs though," "I can't believe that just happened," while Jennie was wiping tears from her eyes, chuckling.

Beomgyu grabbed Yeonjun's wrist, dragging him toward his room, "Come on, you lunatic."

Inside Beomgyu's room, Yeonjun sat on the bed, still clutching the towel around him, while Beomgyu rummaged in his drawer for clothes.

"I thought I'd lose you," Beomgyu whispered, throwing a hoodie and sweatpants at Yeonjun.

Yeonjun let out a small, breathless laugh, "Me too."

Beomgyu sat down beside him, running a hand through his hair, "That was crazy. You know that, right?"

Yeonjun's cheeks were still pink, his hands fumbling with the clothes, "Well... at least they accepted us, right?"

Beomgyu sighed, leaning his head on Yeonjun's shoulder, "Yeah. Thanks for sticking with me during the secret relationship. I... I loved it, even if it was hard sometimes."

Yeonjun's hand found Beomgyu's, squeezing it gently, "Now we're going to make it public. We can be free."

Yeonjun's eyes shimmered, a tear slipping down his cheek, "I'm crying."

Beomgyu smacked him lightly on the chest, "Idiot."

Yeonjun laughed softly, pulling Beomgyu into a gentle, warm hug, resting his chin on the younger's shoulder. Beomgyu closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of Yeonjun's shampoo, feeling the warmth radiate from him.

And then, as if it were the easiest thing in the world, Yeonjun tilted Beomgyu's chin up, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. It wasn't hurried, or secret, or stolen in the dark. It was warm, real, and free.

When they pulled away, Yeonjun's forehead rested against Beomgyu's, both of them smiling.

"That was crazy," Beomgyu whispered.

Yeonjun laughed, wiping his tears, "That was us."

And for the first time, it felt like everything was exactly as it should be.

They joined the family for dinner, Yeonjun dressed in Beomgyu's clothes, hair still a mess, but smiling. Beomgyu's sisters made space for Yeonjun to sit beside Beomgyu, giggling and teasing him about how "cool" he was for getting naked for love.

Chuu and Giselle high-fived each other, whispering about how they should "find a boyfriend like Yeonjun hyung."

Beomgyu's father raised a glass of water, clearing his throat, "To family. And to accepting love, in all forms."

Everyone clinked their glasses together, laughter filling the room as they began to eat, the chaos of earlier turning into a warm memory that would forever define the beginning of Yeonjun officially becoming part of the Choi family.

And as Yeonjun reached under the table to squeeze Beomgyu's hand, Beomgyu squeezed back, leaning in to whisper with a small, mischievous grin:

"Next time, keep your clothes on."

Yeonjun blushed, but laughed, leaning his head on Beomgyu's shoulder.

"Deal."

(A/n : so yes ts was a short story I've just saw in my notebook last year😭💔 tysm for readingggg 💗 ! )