Things are going on very well, 5 boys already debuted as their name before: Tomorrow by Together. They're doing great with their new debut: CROWN. As the song is about the boy who has horns on his head and starts to withdraw himself from someone else.
As Beomgyu thought, the song quite resembled Yeonjun in some ways. His past and all the things he had to go through. He doesn't know, Yeonjun often got emotional when that song played.
Still ...
There is one thing, that is still hidden from BigHit.
Which is Yeonjun and Beomgyu's secret relationship.
"CROWN" had become popular among the fans. The infectious melody and relatable lyrics propelled TXT, formerly known as "The Renegades," to overnight success. Beomgyu, ever the social butterfly, thrived in the limelight. His raps resonated with fans, his charisma captivating audiences worldwide. But amidst the whirlwind of promotions and sold-out shows, a shadow lurked in Yeonjun's eyes.
The song, a product of their collective experiences, resonated with Yeonjun on a deeper level than anyone knew. The boy with the metaphorical horns, ostracized and misunderstood, mirrored his own past struggles. Seeing their story reflected back at him from stages and screens triggered a bittersweet cocktail of emotions. Pride in their creation warred with a vulnerability he kept hidden beneath a stoic facade.
Beomgyu, ever perceptive, noticed the shift in Yeonjun. He'd catch him staring wistfully at their reflection in hotel room mirrors, a flicker of sadness crossing his features during "CROWN" performances. One evening, after a particularly taxing awards show, Beomgyu found Yeonjun on the rooftop of their dorm, gazing at the star-dusted Seoul skyline.
"Hey," Beomgyu said softly, approaching his boyfriend. The weight of their unspoken secret hung heavy in the air. Yeonjun turned, a melancholic smile gracing his lips.
"Thinking about the horns?" Beomgyu asked, leaning against the railing.
Yeonjun chuckled, a hollow sound. "Sometimes. It's strange seeing our experiences reflected back at us like this."
"Strange, but powerful," Beomgyu countered. "People connect with it because it's real."
Silence descended again, broken only by the hum of the city below. Beomgyu shuffled closer, offering a comforting presence. "You know," he began, his voice gentle,
"you don't have to carry the weight of the song alone."
Yeonjun looked at him, his gaze filled with unspoken emotions. "I know," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
"It's just..."
He trailed off, unable to articulate the fear that gnawed at him. What if the fans, the public, discovered their secret? Would it shatter the image they'd so carefully cultivated? Would their love become a liability, a blemish on their carefully crafted personas?
Beomgyu sensed his unspoken anxieties. He reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind Yeonjun's ear.
"We faced challenges before, remember? We fought to be ourselves, together."
Yeonjun leaned into his touch, finding solace in the familiar warmth.
"But this..." he said, his voice barely a whisper, "this is different. This is the whole world watching."
Beomgyu cupped Yeonjun's face, his thumb gently brushing away a stray tear that had escaped down his cheek.
"Then let them see us," he said, his voice filled with quiet determination.
"Let them see the love that fuels our music, the friendship that makes us strong. Maybe, just maybe, it will inspire others to be themselves too."
Yeonjun stared into Beomgyu's eyes, his heart pounding against his ribs. The idea was terrifying, exhilarating even. But the thought of living a lie, of hiding a love that was as integral to their story as their music, was unbearable.
A decision flickered in Yeonjun's eyes. He squeezed Beomgyu's hand, a newfound resolve solidifying within him.
"Maybe you're right," he said, a hint of a smile breaking through the melancholy.
"Maybe the world is ready to see TXT not just as idols, but as people in love."
...
The weight of their secret began to feel lighter, replaced by a shared determination. They knew the path wouldn't be easy, but they faced it together, their love a shield against the unknown, their dream of being true to themselves a guiding light.
The next morning, Yeonjun woke up with a newfound sense of purpose. He had a story to tell, a truth to share. But before they could take that monumental step, they had to navigate the immediate challenge - an upcoming interview on a popular music show. It was an opportunity to further solidify their image as a group, but also a potential minefield when it came to their secret.
As they sat in the brightly lit studio, facing the bubbly host, Yeonjun felt a familiar knot of anxiety tighten in his stomach. The interview flowed smoothly, their practiced answers bouncing effortlessly off each other. But then, the host's next question hung in the air, seemingly innocuous yet loaded with hidden meaning.
"So, TXT," the host chirped, her eyes twinkling,
" tell us, what are the secrets to your incredible teamwork?"
Yeonjun's heart hammered against his ribs. The seemingly simple question,
"What are the secrets to your incredible teamwork?" felt loaded. A million scenarios played out in his mind. Should they stick to their carefully crafted narrative of close friendship, or could they subtly hint at the deeper bond they shared?
He stole a glance at Beomgyu, their eyes meeting for a fleeting moment. A silent conversation passed between them, a shared understanding of the tightrope they were walking. Beomgyu offered a reassuring smile, a silent promise to face it together.
Taking a deep breath, Yeonjun decided to play it safe.
"Honestly,"
he began, his voice carefully measured,
"we spend a lot of time together. We're not just bandmates, we're friends. We push each other to be better, both as performers and as people."
The answer, while true, felt hollow. It skirted around the truth, the very essence of their connection. But for now, it would have to do. The host, oblivious to the internal struggle playing out within Yeonjun, beamed and moved on to the next question.
The rest of the interview passed in a blur. As they stepped off the stage, the weight of their secret pressed down on them once again. Back in their waiting room, the dam finally broke.
"We can't keep doing this," Yeonjun said, frustration lacing his voice.
"Living a lie is suffocating."
Beomgyu nodded, his eyes filled with a newfound determination.
"We need to find a way to be honest, even if it means risking everything."
The conversation continued late into the night, filled with anxieties and brainstorming sessions. They explored various scenarios, weighing the potential consequences of going public against the burden of living a lie. As the first rays of dawn painted the sky, a tentative plan began to form.
It was a risky gamble, a challenge that could potentially change the trajectory of their careers. But Yeonjun and Beomgyu, fueled by their love and their unwavering belief in honesty, were determined to take a stand. They knew the path wouldn't be easy, but they faced it together, their love a shield and their shared dream a guiding light.
In the upcoming weeks, they would plant the seeds of truth, subtly weaving hints of their relationship into their music and social media interactions. It was a slow dance, a calculated risk that could backfire spectacularly. But for Yeonjun and Beomgyu, it felt like the only way forward. The world was about to witness a new side of TXT, a side defined not just by their music, but by the courage to be themselves, no matter the cost.
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(guess who's coming back in the next chapter :3)