"I want to slap you."
"Give one on behalf of me, too." Beomgyu looked at him dimly.
"You piece of shit."
Time moved quietly, spring days unfolding one after another until summer began to edge closer. In those months, their chemistry only deepened, growing more effortless with each passing moment together.
Beomgyu's problems were still there, but he kept them carefully tucked away, hidden beneath small smiles and easy chatter. By then, Yeonjun's leg had healed fully, every trace of the limp gone.
And somewhere along the way, Beomgyu had stopped tending to the singer's image he once showed on Weverse, leaving it behind as life carried him forward.
"How in the world do you hit that gum-jil-geong so well?" Beomgyu asked, looking at Yeonjun practicing the choreography for a performance. His leg had completely healed.
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Next Door |•YEONGYU/BEOMJUN•|
FanfictionBeomgyu has always been adored-his charm effortless, his presence magnetic. But when his usual charisma fails to win over the aloof and distant neighbor next door, he finds himself facing an unfamiliar challenge. Will Beomgyu manage to break through...
