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“I just think we could have done better,” Beomgyu complains, triggering a collective groan around the table. “I’m just saying!”
“We almost won the thing,” Soobin says. “Hueningie’s lips were inside my mouth. I don’t know what more you wanted us to do.”
“I don’t get why he keeps bringing it up,” Yeonjun mutters. “It’s been, like, a month.”
“He wants to do it again,” Taehyun says matter of factly.
“But whyyy,” Yeonjun leans back in his chair and sighs dramatically. “Like at some point you have to get over it.”
“And why are you so defensive about it, uh?” Beomgyu glares at Yeonjun. “It’s also weird.”
“So you admit it’s weird,” Yeonjun throws back. “How often you talk about it. You really won’t let it go until you’ve had your turn? Is that it?”
“He won’t,” Taehyun comments, like he’s some kind of Beomgyu expert, translating and explaining his behavior to the others. “That is it.”
“No, but it’s just that…!” Beomgyu feels a little defensive, now, honestly. “I didn’t get to prove myself. Like, no offense to Taehyun but he folded like a leaf in 5 seconds.”
“What do you even want to prove,” Soobin asks. “I bet you just want to kiss one of us. Not getting a lot of action these days, uh?”
There’s a couple snickers. Beomgyu feels his cheeks warm up.
“Oh, no, I’m all good. Maybe you should ask your mom about all the action I’m getting-”
“I’m too tired for this crap,” Yeonjun whispers to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. They did have a long week, and they’re supposed to have a chill night, takeout and beers and maybe watch a movie or something, but no one’s moved away from the dinner table, as moving felt like too much of a task in itself for their worn out bodies.
“I just wanna win the game,” Beomgyu mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s not funny.”
“I’ll do it.”
Kai’s voice startles them all a bit. He’s been uncharacteristically quiet, hasn’t spoken in a little while, to be honest, long enough that Beomgyu almost forgot he was there.
“You what?”
“I’ll play the game with you, I don’t care, really.”
There’s another collective groan; of fucking course he will, someone says. But Beomgyu’s too busy staring at Kai. He looks so unbothered, like he just asked Beomgyu to hang out or play a video game together, nothing out of the ordinary.
“You sure?” It’s not that Beomgyu’s having second thoughts, but… “I won’t be a little bitch about it like they were–again, no offense. There won’t be any cookie left afterward.”
“Hey, I wasn’t a little bitch,” Soobin protests, definitely offended.
“Sure,” Kai says, ignoring the rest of them. “Wanna do it now?” He starts getting up from his chair and under a sea of protests “What?” he looks at the rest of them innocently. “It’s really no big deal if you don’t make it one.”
“Okay, my cue to go,” Yeonjun says, standing up and stretching loudly. “I’ve got, hum, plans I forgot about. But you guys have fun.”
“What kind of plan could you possibly have? It’s 1:30 am,” Kai points out. “And we’re your only friends.”
Soobin stands up as well, takes a look at his phone. “Oh my, it is pretty late, hyung is right. I’ll be on my way, too. Taehyun, you coming?”
“I have so many other friends,” Yeonjun mumbles. “Projecting much?”
“I don’t have other plans,” Taehyun says, looking up at Soobin. “And I live here.”
“You can come to our dorm,” Soobin says. “I have to show you this new… book I got.”
“You read books?” Taehyun says, “That’s newsworthy.”
“Yeah, it’s great, you should really come check it out.”
“You can show it to me tomorrow, I don’t really feel like-”
“Taehyun-ah,” Yeonjun leans forward and whispers a few words into Taehyun’s ear, making his eyes go wide.
“Oh. Okay, then, fine. Soobin, I think I’ll check that book now, I guess.”
“Great, let’s go.”
“Hey!” Beomgyu protests, stopping everyone in their tracks. “But if you guys all leave, how do we prove that we won?”
“Oh, we’ll believe you,” Yeonjun says. “Trust.”
Beomgyu frowns. “I don’t know…seems too easy to cheat.”
“We can take video proof,” Kai suggests. “If they really have to leave. We can even show it to MOA.”
Another groan from everyone, but no real protestation.
Okay, that’ll have to do, Beomgyu thinks.
Once everyone’s left—what a bunch of cowards—Beomgyu looks back at Kai who’s standing there slightly awkwardly. He can’t hold back a chuckle, which makes Kai smile in turn. Beomgyu isn’t sure why, but he’s so giddy his body can barely contain it.
“Wait, do we have the sticks?” he asks, suddenly worried.
Beomgyu goes to check their snack cupboard. They’re in the dorm that Yeonjun, Taehyun and Kai share, but Soobin and Beomgyu spend so much time here as well with their own shared apartment being right across the lot that their stuff, including groceries, is scattered almost evenly in between the two places. He thinks he saw some boxes…bingo.
He shows the box to Kai and wiggles his eyebrows; classic chocolate flavor Pepero sticks. Perfect.
“Do we really have to film?” Kai asks, pensively.
“Of course,” Beomgyu says. “It’s a competition and I want to win.” That’s what makes it not weird, Yeonjun, thank you very much.
Beomgyu tears the cookie wrapper open while Kai sets up his phone. It’s kind of precariously standing against a beer can, but if they don’t move around too much they’re both on camera, so it should be fine.
“All good?”
Beomgyu replies with a thumbs up, to which Kai puts the cookie in between his teeth and waits, curling and waving his fingers at Beomgyu, a cheesy way to say come on.
Beomgyu steps closer to Kai. He tries to focus on the cookie, but for some reason, he can’t stop himself from staring into Kai’s eyes. He looks so chill, unbothered, waiting for Beomgyu to make his move, while Beomgyu’s body is pretty much vibrating with excitement.
The cookie, Beomgyu, focus.
Then, there’s Kai’s lips. Have they always been this full? Why is Beomgyu’s heart beating so damn fast all of the sudden?
He takes one bite of the cookie.
Kai closes his eyes, awaiting.
Beomgyu takes another bite.
He’s so close, close enough that he could count Kai’s eyelashes if he wanted to. He wonders how Kai’s lips will feel against his own. There’s no way they won’t touch, right? If they want to eat the whole thing. Will they taste faintly of beer or of the ramyeon they’ve had not so long ago? Will they just taste like Kai?
Beomgyu takes another bite. Then he feels it.
“Ah, shit!”
“Fuck, sorry, was that too much?”
Kai takes away his hand from where it flew to the back of Beomgyu’s neck, just the light touch of his palm making it there before Beomgyu jerked away, breaking the stick in the process.Beomgyu shakes his head hastily.
“No, not at all, I just…”
Kai’s watching him, eyebrows rising slightly. Then, with a corner of his lips lifting:
“Cute.”
Beomgyu rolls his eyes at him. The effect is probably reduced by the furious blush reaching his cheeks.
“Shut up. Let’s try again.”
“Look, I’ll do the biting if it’s easier for you.”
“O-okay. Fine.”
Beomgyu isn’t sure why he’s so nervous. He wasn’t feeling it at all, a few minutes ago. And if someone out of the two of them should be nervous, it definitely shouldn’t be Beomgyu, since…
He chases that thought away as soon as it appears. Neither of them should be nervous about a game.
“Alright, take 2.”
Kai does an adorable little wave to the camera
This time, it’s Beomgyu who keeps the stick between his teeth. Now, he just has to wait for Kai to make the moves.
He knows exactly what Kai looks like when he goes for it, having reviewed the footage of him with Soobin and Yeonjun previously. Gun to his head, he’d get shot before admitting it but the image of Kai eating his way through the Pepero stick up to the point of it turning into an awkward kiss—the confidence, the sharp line of his jaw—it replays in his head a lot.
He didn’t allow himself to imagine them together like that, him and Kai. If he had, he’d have assumed that he, Beomgyu, the older brother, would be the one in control and the one making all of the moves…in the context of the challenge obviously.
But it makes sense, right? Under his soft exterior, Kai is good at taking control when needed. Beomgyu wonders how much Kai can take, how much Beomgyu would let him. During an innocent game, Beomgyu means.
It’s just annoying how much Beomgyu’s brain keeps running wild, going places it shouldn’t go—it has to be the late hour and exhaustion that twists his thoughts into something weird. He can’t let it be weird.
“Stay still,” Kai murmurs, low and gentle.
Just like with Soobin, and just like with Yeonjun, Kai bites the other end of the stick. Beomgyu holds still. It only takes a few more bites, maybe two or three, for their lips to touch, just a hint of Kai’s lips against Beomgyu’s, slightly parted and then the cookie breaks. They each swallow their part, and Kai has pulled away already.
“Nice,” Kai says, patting the top of Beomgyu’s head. “Well, I think we won.”
Beomgyu blinks a couple times. That’s it? He can’t stop himself from thinking it.
Kai grabs the phone and begins reviewing the footage. “Yep, I think that’ll do. I’ll send it to the groupchat.”
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Beomgyu tosses and turns in his bed—well, actually, Yeonjun’s bed. He hasn’t been able to fall asleep for what feels like an eternity. He takes a deep breath, disregarding every advice from professionals who strongly recommend to stop looking at your screens if you’re trying to fall asleep, and gives into his instinct to unlock his phone again, blue light be damned.
He opens the groupchat and scrolls up through the conversation.
hueningie. ● ⌞02:01⌝
so what's the jury's verdict
tomorrow x together choi yeonjun. ● ⌞02:02⌝
no one wants to see this...
bamgyu ● ⌞02:02⌝
just don't fucking watch then
soobin-hyung ● ⌞02:03⌝
tomorrow x together choi yeonjun. ● ⌞02:04⌝
meh ours was better
no chemistry no drama
bamgyu ● ⌞02:04⌝
????
i thought you didn’t want to watch
tomorrow x together choi yeonjun. ● ⌞02:04⌝
i thought you wanted objective reviews
hueningie. ● ⌞02:06⌝
you guys are mean. we made it to 0 cm!!!
soobin-hyung ● ⌞02:07⌝
you know how much it pains me to say this but.. i kinda agree with yj hyung
that was kinda borign
tomorrow x together choi yeonjun. ● ⌞02:08⌝
not everything is about size
tyun ● ⌞02:09⌝
@yeonjun you would know
i thought it was ok. im begging everyone to move on
soobin-hyung ● ⌞02:11⌝
for me it was like… a 5/10
and that’s bc kai is sexy
tomorrow x together choi yeonjun. ● ⌞02:11⌝
@tyun what's that supposed to mean
bamgyu ● ⌞02:11⌝
@soobin-hyung what's that supposed to mean
tyun ● ⌞02:12⌝
pls lets not rate our members kissing
soobin-hyung ● ⌞02:13⌝
sb: yeonjun/hueka: 7.2/10
taehyun/beomgyu: 3/10
me/hueka: 9/10
beomgyu/hueka: 5/10
maybe 4
sorry just being honest
hueningie. ● ⌞02:13⌝
noo guys :(( beomie did his best. and our lips touched. it should at least be like. a 6
bamgyu ● ⌞02:15⌝
you're all pissing me off. goign to bed
@yeonjun im sleeping in your bed so don’t even think about coming back over. kai said i was allowed
tomorrow x together choi yeonjun. ● ⌞02:20⌝
why is kai giving away my bed??
tyun ● ⌞02:21⌝
yj hyung can sleep in soobin’s bed
soobin-hyung ● ⌞02:022⌝
kkkkkk
wait where tf am i supposed to sleep then
tyun ● ⌞02:22⌝
i'm feeling generous you can sleep with me in beomies bed
bamgyu ● ⌞02:25⌝
what
if i find anything sus in MY bed when i come back im committing a double homicide
Fortunately for his friends, Beomgyu is too preoccupied and lazy to actually get dressed and move his ass to his and Soobin’s shared dorm and kick the intruders off his beloved bed. Technically, he also is an intruder in someone else’s bed but it’s obviously different.
No, he gracefully decides to let it go for now, only making a mental note of changing his sheets first thing tomorrow.
Beomgyu plays the video again. Ignoring the technical aspects—the low angle isn’t doing them any favor and the lighting is just horrid—it just…isn’t that great. Beomgyu is stiff, like he’s got a stick up his ass or something. Kai is slightly better, a repeat of what he did for Soobin and Yeonjun, but it ends too quickly, as soon as their lips touch Kai’s already backed off and they’re just both standing there awkwardly.
Beomgyu should be satisfied with it. Technically, he won, since there’s no Pepero stick left. Despite what Yeonjun says, 0 cm makes them the winners. And he shouldn’t take the member’s criticism at heart, since they’re all tasteless freaks anyway. So why does he feel disappointed, almost bitter with the results?
Go back to sleep, a voice that sounds suspiciously like Taehyun resonates in his mind. Holy shit, what’s your problem?
The little Taehyun on his shoulder must be so disappointed when Beomgyu knocks on Kai’s door at what must be around 4 am, heart beating loudly and palms so sweaty he has to wipe them on his shorts.
Despite the late hour, he hears some ruffling from the other side and the door opens quietly on a barely awake Kai, eyes noticeably heavy with sleep and hair sticking out at a weird angle in a rather endearing way.
He’s also shirtless. Which is not something Beomgyu cares about.
“Huh?” Kai grumbles, voice a little hoarser than usual.
“I just, hum.”
Beomgyu should just explain himself now, get over with it so they can both go back to sleep, but he suddenly feels extreme levels of stupid. Plus, Kai’s shirtless pecs are kind of distracting, not to mention the way his pajama pants are hanging annoyingly low on his hips. Not in a weird way, it’s just… since when does Kai sleep shirtless? It’s not even that hot. Have his shoulders always been so wide? It may be the lack of sleep, but Beomgyu feels a little on edge about it.
Before Beomgyu can say something dumb or run away and pretend it never happened, Kai’s eyes slowly fall on the Pepero box clutched into Beomgyu’s hand. Understanding paints on his face as he meets Beomgyu’s eyes back.
“Seriously?” He doesn’t sound angry to be woken up at this late hour for another round of an objectively absurd game, just surprised and slightly amused. His lips curve into a smirk. “You shouldn’t let the other’s bullshit get to you, you know.”
“I didn’t,” Beomgyu protests. It comes out a little too defensive. “But they weren’t wrong, were they?”
Kai stares at him, and Beomgyu feels kind of silly standing there outside of Kai’s room at 4 am with a box of Pepero sticks in one hand and a bunch of expectations he’s not even quite figured out yet.
“I disagree. I thought ours was the cutest.”
There’s some strange, fluttery reaction happening in Beomgyu’s belly and some gratification that he meticulously shoves as far down as he can.
“Cute is lame,” Beomgyu lies. “Let’s do a rematch.”
Kai rubs his face with his hand and for the first time, Beomgyu feels kind of bad. He actually looks tired, after their exhausting few days. “I mean, only if you-”
“Fuck, sure, I’m awake now anyway.”
Kai walks back inside his room, leaving the door open behind him for Beomgyu to follow.
“Want to film it again?”
Beomgyu nods. That’s the entire point, after all.
Beomgyu sets up the phone on his desk this time while Kai watches him expectantly.
“Aren’t you going to…cover yourself up a little?”
Kai looks down at himself with wide eyes, like he only just realized he’s walking around half naked. Then he lets out a high shrieky laugh.
“Why, does it bother you?”
He flexes his muscles, jokingly showing off his big arms and pectoral muscles, wiggling his eyebrows at Beomgyu before immediately turning shy, crossing his arms in front of his chest, a slight pink hue reaching his cheeks. It’s a little too late, though, because it gave Beomgyu the opportunity to look, which he’d been trying to avoid since Kai opened the door. But in the dead of night, maybe what’s left of Beomgyu’s self imposed limitations is fading away, and he can think it freely: Kai’s hot. He’s huge in a way that makes Beomgyu feel dizzy, but nothing about him is threatening or dry. He’s all soft edges, firm when he flexes but not sharp, smooth planes of skin that Beomgyu’s fingers are itching to touch.
“Sorry,” Kai says. “That was so lame.”
“It was,” Beomgyu says, mouth running dry. “But maybe you should, hum, stay like this.”
Beomgyu can feel his face furiously heat up. He can’t believe the words that are coming out of his mouth.
“Like…this?”
“Yeah, I mean, it would make things more interesting, wouldn’t it?”
Kai frowns. He looks extremely confused by Beomgyu’s logic.
“Look, if you’re uncomfortable, I can just take mine off too.” Beomgyu quickly takes his own t-shirt off. That’s it. Equality. Beomgyu is so smart.
Although he’s smaller than Kai in terms of sheer height, he’s been working out a lot lately, so he knows he looks good too. It’s natural for Kai to stare, even if only for a moment, like appreciating a well crafted object, a nice piece of art. It’s all about aesthetics.
“Better?”
Kai gawks at him a second too long before replying. It might be because he’s still not fully awake yet, but then he nods, dragging his eyes back from Beomgyu’s chest to his face.
“Let’s go then. You take the stick, right?”
In place of a reply, Beomgyu quickly fishes one out from the already opened wrapper and sticks it between his teeth. This time, he’s determined to make it good.
He feels much calmer as Kai approaches him this time around, enough to do a little kissy face; he knows what to expect.
At least, that’s what he thinks before Kai, instead of cupping the nape of his neck like he did before, decides to circle his arm around Beomgyu’s lower back to pull him closer, swiftly shoving their bodies against each other, their naked chests suddenly flush together.
Beomgyu gasps, almost dropping the cookie, eyes opening wide to look at Kai’s face.
“They want a show? Let’s give them one.”
Kai’s voice is low, again, dark, almost as dark as his eyes gazing down at Beomgyu’s lips. He looks hungry, the kind of hunger that can’t be only for that damn chocolate cookie.
With Kai’s hot chest pretty much rubbing against him, Beomgyu is a little slow to register everything else that’s happening.
He doesn’t even notice Kai biting at the stick before it’s all gone and Kai’s lips are over his own, except this time, for some obscure reason, Kai doesn’t withdraw. Instead, he uses the arm that’s already around Beomgyu to draw him even closer and pins his tongue inside Beomgyu’s mouth.
A little whimper falls from Beomgyu’s lips, and he can feel Kai smiling against them but he doesn’t stop what he’s doing.
Kai pretty much lifts Beomgyu and walks them backward until Beomgyu’s back is meeting the wall and Beomgyu’s trapped between it and Kai’s large body.
He keeps licking thoroughly inside Beomgyu’s mouth, even with all trace of the cookie gone, nothing left but the faint chocolate taste and Kai’s capable tongue. Beomgyu opens up for him pliantly, tilting his head to make his exploration easier.
“Hmm, hyung…” Kai murmurs, breaking them apart to catch his breath but still hovering so close that Kai can feel the warmth of it, so near that his nose is slightly smushed against Beomgyu’s cheek.
“Kai-yah, what-what…”
Beomgyu feels like he should push Kai away. He feels like they’re crossing some kind of red line. Plus, he reminds himself, it’s Kai who’s muscular body is so close that it feels like his heat and scent are engulfing all of Beomgyu, it’s Kai who’s leaving a trail of gentle almost-kisses on his cheek, on the corner of his mouth, just parted lips on burning skin, like he can’t stop touching Beomgyu with his mouth but without the excuse of the challenge, he’s gotten too shy to actually really go for it again.
It’s Kai, his group mate, his friend, who’s silly and hormonal and a little too brave and maybe a little touch starved, just like Beomgyu. They had a good relationship before—Beomgyu’s always been aware of Kai’s cute little crush on him; has been guilty of playing into it even, but it’s always been harmless and without consequences. This looks like a step too far, like something that could linger, so Beomgyu should put a stop to whatever is happening right now and save their relationship, act like the wise older brother he should aim to be for Kai. But Beomgyu’s weaker than he is wise. He lifts his arms to hook them around Kai’s neck, going on his tippy toes to return the kiss properly, linking their lips and parting Kai’s with his tongue, letting himself in.
It’s Kai’s turn to gasp into Beomgyu’s mouth, some satisfaction blooming inside Beomgyu’s chest for taking back some kind of control.
This is a short lived pleasure, because suddenly, Kai’s hand lands firmly on his ass, shoving them together even closer, not even a gap left between their bodies, not even between their crotch as their bodies slot together perfectly.
Beomgyu can feel Kai’s erection against his own through the layers of fabrics—his sleeping shorts and Kai’s annoyingly loose sweatpants. He moans into Kai’s mouth as their cocks slide against each other, the muted friction sending flares of pleasure from the root of his spine. At first, he thinks Kai is moving against him, but he quickly realizes he’s the one grinding onto Kai, desperately seeking that relief. When did he even get this hard?
At some point, Kai lifts one of his legs between Beomgyu’s, making it easier for Beomgyu to just grind on his thigh, desperately humping it while Kai takes back his mouth, holding Beomgyu’s face steady with one hand so he can kiss him better, deeper.
Beomgyu keeps making little noises, heat slowly rising from his belly; he gets shivers everywhere, from Kai’s kisses to the friction of their bare chests to the delicious way his cock drags against Kai’s thigh. He can feel how he’s leaking precum already, a dark spot blooming onto the fabric of his shorts, even wetting on the light grey of Kai’s sweatpants.
It has to be the way Kai’s large hand closes around his ass, trying to crowd Beomgyu even closer, pushing him higher and squeezing hard onto his cheek, that brings Beomgyu over the edge. He leans into Kai as he cums, legs shaking as Kai drinks the drawn out moan from his mouth.
Beomgyu ends up being the one separating them, gently pushing Kai away, parting their lips and their sweaty chests so he can breathe, leaning back against the wall.
“Hyung…hyung is so cute,” Kai says, gently smoothing a strand of Beomgyu’s hair with one hand, using the other to also steady himself up against the wall. “So pretty.”
His praise keeps doing something weird to Beomgyu’s insides, a flash of heat from the flattery, a flicker of fear too.
Kai’s eyes are shut tight, he’s hunched over Beomgyu, his chest heaving as he breathes, but he hasn’t tried to touch Beomgyu again or to bring them close together since Beomgyu’s pushed him away. All he does is run his hands through Beomgyu’s overgrown hair. He looks tense, eyebrows slightly furrowed, nearly in pain.
“Kai-yah,” Beomgyu calls softly. “Want some help?”
Kai looks down at him with wide, slightly unsure eyes. He was so confident before, even when he helped Beomgyu dry hump him like a dog, he felt so sure and steady, but now it’s all gone. Right now he feels vulnerable, no mask, a deer caught in the headlight and Beomgyu has his foot on the accelerator. He should really end it all there.
“Is it okay?” Kai asks.
“Of course,” Beomgyu replies. “Let hyung help.”
Right. To leave Kai there, all worked up and hard, that’d be cruel, right? And Beomgyu isn’t cruel.
He tentatively brushes the back of his fingers to Kai’s abs, catching a feel of the soft skin. Kai’s belly sucks in right away at the contact. Beomgyu turns his hand to touch it with the pad of his fingers instead, feeling Kai’s exhale. He draws a line down, following the light shadow of Kai’s happy trail that disappears low inside his sweatpants. He slips his hand under the worn out waistband easily, feeling Kai’s cock swell inside his underwear.
Beomgyu hasn’t felt another man’s dick in his hand in a while. He loves the sensation of Kai’s growing erection against his palm, and wants to experience it more comfortably, so he finally slips Kai’s sweatpants and underwear down to his knees.
Then he can fully enjoy it, the view of Kai’s massive cock twitching in his palm when Beomgyu delicately traces the vein on the underside.
Kai moans and tips over slightly, bucking into the grip of Beomgyu’s hand. He frowns when Beomgyu lets go of his cock but only long enough to spit in his palm and take a hold of it back, sliding smoother and easier this time.
He has the audacity to be a grower, and the sight of Kai’s fully hard cock makes Beomgyu a little lightheaded.
Kai ends up burying his face in the crook of Beomgyu’s neck as he works him, Kai’s hips giving lazy thrusts into Beomgyu’s fist.
“That’s it, Kai-yah. Give it to hyung, now, okay?”
Just a flick of Beomgyu’s fingers and Kai’s coming too, shooting strings of white, spilling all over Beomgyu’s hand.
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Beomgyu throws his soiled shorts into the dirty laundry bin and sneaks a fresh pair of black ones from Yeonjun’s closet. The chances of it actually belonging to Beomgyu in the first place are of 1 out of 5 anyway, so Yeonjun shouldn’t mind it, if he ever learns about it.
After a very quick shower and a small existential crisis in front of the bathroom mirror, Beomgyu reluctantly makes his way back to Kai’s room. He doesn’t particularly want to chat about what happened between them. He knows they should, but he kinda feels like staying in this limbo of uncertainty for a little while longer. It’s a shame that he’s forgotten his phone over there in his haste to clean up before the cum on his hand and more importantly in his pants completely dries out.
Surprisingly, the door is left ajar and there’s still light inside. Beomgyu half expected Kai to have gone back to sleep already by now, but he guesses it’s better that he doesn’t have to awkwardly knock and wake him up one more time.
He pushes the door open. Kai’s sitting on the floor, back to the wall, not too far from where they…kissed. The sensation of Kai’s lips over Beomgyu’s, the feeling of his cock fattening up in his palm, it all flashes back in Beomgyu’s head, directly sending heat down in his groin. Fuck, will he ever be able to think about anything else now whenever he sees Kai? This is so bad. He has to do something to fix this, and quick.
Kai gives Beomgyu a shy smile that Beomgyu reciprocates, hoping that he can't tell whatever’s happening in Beomgyu’s mind.
Kai points at the desk where Beomgyu’s phone is resting.
“Had to stop the recording,” he says. “‘t’was still going.”
“Oh, thanks.” Beomgyu breaks into a nervous laugh. “Definitely not sending this one to the guys.”
He expects Kai to laugh in return and agree with him, yeah like duh but Kai just stays silent, which Beomgyu finds a little unnerving.
“You can’t really see anything,” Kai says after a while.
“Uh?”
“The video. You can’t really see much after… after the game part, I guess. Then we’re out of frame so…”
“I mean, sure, but if we send it they’ll know what went down. Everything.” Beomgyu stresses the last word like Kai somehow hasn’t fully grasped the meaning of it.
Kai shrugs, calm and composed again, and for some reason it makes Beomgyu slightly irritated. “So?”
“You want to send them a video of us getting each other off? What the hell, Kai.”
“No,” Kai says, and yep, irritation in his tone as well. “Of course not. But you can’t actually see-”
“We don’t have to mention it,” Beomgyu states. It comes out a little harsh, but what is Kai even talking about, right now. They absolutely can’t tell anyone. “I don’t…I’m fine with the 5, I think. Even the 4.”
During just a second, a flicker of a moment, he witnesses the way Kai’s face falls. It’s so quick he might as well have imagined it, but enough for Beomgyu’s stomach to drop. Then, Kai's face is back to normal, an almost eerily neutral expression, the exact same way it was when he asked Beomgyu to do the challenge.
“You’re right. This is nothing.” Kai stands up so suddenly it startles Beomgyu. “Glad to have been…of help to you, hyung, but I still have less than 3 hours of sleep before I have to go to work, so, if you could go back to Yeonjun-hyung’s room.”
“Kai-yah, I…”
Beomgyu’s voice trails off. He doesn’t move. There’s nothing outwardly wrong with Kai’s behavior, and yet, whatever is off is giving Beomgyu chills. He’s looking the other way, and has started pretending to make his bed.
“See you tomorrow, hyung.”
Beomgyu walks out of Kai’s room clutching his phone, heart beating in his chest painfully hard.
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Beomgyu feels like shit.
Not just because he hasn’t slept at all last night—too many high emotions to process in too little time—but because he feels like shit about Kai, who is obviously not doing great either and doing a poor job of hiding it.
He does his best going through the schedule of the day—some group photoshoot, probably concept pictures for their July comeback—but he’s exhausted and awkward and slightly mad. Like, it’s Kai who volunteered himself to kiss Beomgyu. He’s also the one with a crush. If he couldn’t handle it, maybe he shouldn’t have done that. Like, okay, maybe they went a little bit further than a kiss, but there were two consenting adults in the room, and Beomgyu has no problem with what happened as long as it remains between them, so why is he the one who should feel bad?
“Are you guys sulking because your challenge was shit?” Taehyun asks during lunch break.
“What? No, of course not.”
“Good, because that’d be childish as fuck. And you’d be bringing down everyone else’s mood and ruining this important shoot as well, if that were the case.”
“We’re not sulking. At least, I’m not.”
Taehyun snorts. “Right. And I’m actually Thierry Henry.”
Instead of acknowledging that comment, Beomgyu picks up a slice of gimbap with his chopsticks and sticks the entire thing in his mouth.
“Did something happen yesterday?” Taehyun asks, sounding a little less accusatory and a little more concerned. “Hueningie wouldn’t tell me.”
“Maybe because there’s nothing to tell?” Beomgyu tries while still chewing on his piece of gimbap. He’s got a slight hope that the rudeness of it will deter Taehyun from pressing the matter more. Of course, it has the opposite effect.
“If there was nothing, he would have told me about it.” Taehyun tilts his head to the side, squinting his eyes slightly. “What happened? Spill.”
Here’s the thing: Taehyun is not only right—thanks to Kai’s childishness, their issue and their behavior is affecting not just the group but all of the staff working on the comeback right now—, but he’s also Taehyun, who seems to have some kind of mind control power over Beomgyu that compels him to easily reveal his deepest, darkest secrets, every single time. Taehyun is the first person Beomgyu talks to when he gets homesick, Taehyun is the first person he came out to, the one he knew would always listen and not judge.
“We kissed,” Beomgyu says. He leans slightly closer to Taehyun and whispers so no one else around can hear them. “Like, really kissed. Not just challenge shit. And…”
Beomgyu’s heart is beating so fast and loud he’s scared it might push itself outside of Beomgyu’s chest. He can’t say it. What if they ruined everything—their friendship, the group, all because they were both too horny to keep it in their pants? But Taehyun waits patiently, big eyes scanning Beomgyu, ready to receive all the information Beomgyu’s about to pour at him.
“We got each other off.”
Beomgyu expects Taehyun to be shocked, but he just leans back in his chair and sighs.
“Ah.”
“Yeah.”
“That explains it.”
“Does it?” Beomgyu can’t conceal the trace of worry in his voice. “Because I don’t understand what’s happening, like, at all. It’s not…I didn’t expect it to go like that.”
“You didn’t?” Taehyun seems genuinely surprised by that, and now Beomgyu feels like an idiot. Should he have expected it?
“Why, did you?”
Taehyun stares at him for a moment with what Beomgyu hopes he’s misinterpreting as pity.
“Did it mean something to you?” Taehyun asks, ignoring Beomgyu’s question and here it is again, Beomgyu’s heart trying to break away from his ribcage.
“No.” Beomgyu replies way too quickly.
“Why did you do it, then? I’m not accusing you of anything, just trying to get an idea.” He’s sincere, Beomgyu can tell, and there’s indeed no accusation in his voice. He's not even pressing Beomgyu that hard.
“Maybe you guys were right. I just…I guess I was horny and wanted to kiss someone. And more.”
“But you knew about Kai’s crush, right?” Now, it may be Beomgyu imagining it, or there may actually be a real undertone of reproach in Taehyun’s words. Didn’t you know that it would complicate things?
“Fuck, Taehyun-ah, how am I supposed to know about that?”
Taehyun lifts his hands up. “Hey, sorry. You’re right, but-”
“Everyone, we need you ready for makeup touches in 10,” an assistant PD yells, cutting the conversation short.
“We’ll chat again soon,” Taehyun says. “You guys need to figure this out, because…”
“We can't let it affect the group.” Beomgyu concludes. “Got it.”
Beomgyu feels sick, the gimbap going down with difficulty, because he did know about Kai’s crush. And he went for it anyway.
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soobin-hyung ● ⌞10:05⌝
hey wtf was that today guys
@bamgyu @hueningie
do i need to call for a group meeting
hueningie. ● ⌞10:13⌝
wont be necessary. was just feeling under the weather but it wont happen again. sorry about that guys
@bamgyusorry if i acted strangely hyung.
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Not even a week goes by before Beomgyu can’t handle it anymore.
As promised in the groupchat texting, Kai has immediately stopped his “sulking” and come back right to his bubbly self.
Of course, Beomgyu has done the same, although it’s a little bit more difficult for him to act like he’s entirely alright.
Which he should be, since Kai is nice to him again. He banters with Beomgyu like nothing’s happened, especially loud when the others are around, Beomgyu can’t help but notice. To be fair, the others are around like, 90% of the time, so Beomgyu is probably imagining it.
Kai must have forgiven him, whatever it is he was upset at Beomgyu about, so Beomgyu should probably forgive him for being mad in the first place.
However, as an INFP, it’s in Beomgyu’s nature to overthink and lose sleep over trivial things, so he does. He stays up until ungodly hours of the night just dwelling, occasionally watching the footage back with a pit in his stomach. He thinks about going to Kai, to have a discussion with him like Taehyun advised but he can’t figure out exactly what he actually wants to say. Everytime he pictures it, his words and reasons are different, and each time, a positive outcome seems less and less likely.
Beomgyu gives up on a plan, and seven days after their failed game, he posts the video.
bamgyu ● ⌞09:52⌝
tomorrow x together choi yeonjun. ● ⌞09:55⌝
??????
soobin-hyung ● ⌞09:55⌝
ok NOW we're talking
tomorrow x together choi yeonjun. ● ⌞09:57⌝
what did i just witness
is this a weird way of finally announcing that you guys are a thing?
tyun. ● ⌞09:57⌝
i think so yeah
why are you people like this.
you couldn’t just like. tell us
soobin-hyung ● ⌞09:58⌝
so cute. congratulations. i just shed a tear
tomorrow x together choi yeonjun. ● ⌞10:00⌝
stop acting like they’re getting engaged they literally just made us watch a video of them making out
soobin-hyung ● ⌞10:01⌝
hyung you rly wouldn’t recognise true love if it hit you in the face
we do need to have a real talk about it tho. seriously. like asap
hueningie. ● ⌞10:12⌝
hyung...
im coming over
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During the few minutes it takes for Kai to make his way to Soobin and Beomgyu’s dorm, Beomgyu’s brain goes back and forth from one extreme to the other. On one hand, he truly believes he’s made the right decision. His guts told him to act bold and he (almost) never regretted trusting his guts.
One the other hand, he knows there’s a high chance he’s ruined his relationship with Kai forever.
Despite their conversation at the time, Kai didn’t seem super happy about Beomgyu actually sending the video, if he goes by the short, dry replies sent in the chat. Maybe he didn’t want anyone to know anymore. Maybe he came to his senses and realized it was weird, or maybe he stopped liking Beomgyu after their fight. Maybe he actually never did, and Beomgyu’s been reading everything wrong from the start, imagining scenarios like a fool. Maybe it’s the end, maybe it’s how they disband.Maybe Beomgyu should calm down.
But he can’t do that, unable to stop fidgeting and pacing in his room until finally, he hears a knock on his door.
“Hyung, can I come in?” Kai’s voice calls from outside Beomgyu’s bedroom.
“Soobin-hyung let me in,” he explains when Beomgyu opens the door, as if Beomgyu gives a fuck about how he got into their dorm. Plus, he definitely has a key double.
There’s a torturous silence during which they just stare at each other. The air is heavy, electric, all of the unspoken things hanging between them threatening to drop. Beomgyu has to say something before the tension actually kills him.
“Listen, I didn’t-”
“Why did you send it?” Kai cuts.
Beomgyu’s mouth falls shut. All of the things he planned to say, all the justifications, it’s like they’re all gone, leaving his mind blank.
“If you thought I was still upset about it…” Kai continues.
“It wasn’t that.”
Okay, it was, a little bit. But Beomgyu knows Kai would have gotten over it eventually.
“Then why? To tease me or something?”
“What? No, of course not.”
Kai’s lips are trembling almost imperceptibly, and teasing him is the last thing Beomgyu wants to do right now.
“I don’t know why,” Beomgyu says softly, cowardly, and that must not be the right answer because Kai sighs in frustration and starts to turn around, making a move to leave, but Beomgyu catches his forearm, making him turn back around. “Wait. I think I was, uh. I was trying to let them know, okay?”
He loosens his grip on Kai’s arm.
“I just felt like, maybe they should know. And also…you should know, too.”
“What should I know?”
Kai is looking at him intensely, big eyes focused on Beomgyu’s expression as he keeps asking questions, excruciatingly pulling each confused information out of Beomgyu. He’s staring hard, like he’s trying to make Beomgyu combust with his mind, which might just work with how hot Beomgyu’s face feels.
“Uh…”
Beomgyu wets his lips.
Kai's been leaning, gradually standing closer and closer to Beomgyu, and now just a few centimeters are separating them. It’s another one of these moments where Beomgyu, despite being on the taller side, suddenly starts to feel kind of small.
“That you like me? That you…want me?” Kai whispers, his words gently washing over Beomgyu. “That you want more?”
Beomgyu opens his mouth to reply. Yes. Yes. Yes. his mind scream. But before he can speak, Kai takes the opportunity to close the gap between them, kissing Beomgyu and slipping his tongue in between his parted lips.
Beomgyu kisses back right away, all of his worries and jitters disappearing behind the feeling of Kai’s lips working roughly against his.
Beomgyu’s hands fly to Kai’s chest, fisting at his t-shirt and yanking him into his room before closing the door behind them.
“Soobin-hyung left,” Kai clarifies, breaking the kiss. “to give us some privacy, he said.”
“Very thoughtful of him.”
Beomgyu tugs at Kai’s shirt to get him to put his lips on Beomgyu again. No game, no cookie stick, just Beomgyu and Kai sharing spit for the hell of it. Is it okay for them to be doing this? Is it okay for Beomgyu to want this, without filter, without excuses?
Beomgyu walks backwards until his back meets the wall, a repeat of what happened last time only it feels completely different. Every single move they make feels charged, vowed, deliberate. It feels that way when Kai suddenly grab Beomgyu by the hips and easily turns him around, crowding him against the wall.
“I’ve thought about it a lot,” Kai groans near Beomgyu’s ear. “What I’d do to you if you’d let me…”
Beomgyu balances himself with his palms flat against the wall, Kai’s chest pressed onto his back. There’s the bulge of Kai’s erection rubbing against his ass and Beomgyu can’t keep from instinctively opening his legs up a bit.
“What…what did you think about? Tell me.”
“I’d bend you over any surface, you’d present for me and I’d just slip right in.”
“Fuck, Kai-yah…” Beomgyu grinds his ass up into Kai, making them both moan.
“I thought you’d never see me that way. But I was wrong, wasn’t I?” Kai’s hand appears in front of Beomgyu’s face. When Kai urges two fingers against his lips, Beomgyu easily takes them into his mouth. “You were so eager that day.”
Beomgyu moans around Kai’s fingers gently pressing onto his tongue.
“Came so fast. You needed it so bad, would have let me fuck you then on camera, I’m sure. But maybe you’d have opened your legs for anyone.”
“Not anyone,” Beomgyu protests weakly as Kai’s fingers slip out of his mouth, a string of spit still attaching them to his lips. “Just- just you.”
Beomgyu only realizes how true it is when he says the words out loud. Kai lets out a small sound akin to a whimper right behind Beomgyu’s ear.
“Really? Acted so hot and then cold… felt like you’d been using me,” Kai admits. His tone is light but there’s a layer of seriousness underneath, laced with a hint of desperation. “I also thought, well, you asked for it, you idiot.”Beomgyu gasps as Kai roughly pulls his pants and underwear down at once. “Just for me, uh? Is that why you ended up sending the video? Acted like such a prude for nothing.” Beomgyu feels the wet touch of Kai’s finger against his rim. He’s already clenching when nothing’s even happened yet, nothing but Kai spreading his cheeks and gently circling his hole. “Caved not a week later. I’m sure you hoped this would happen,” Beomgyu gasps when the first finger breaches in. “Hey, relax.”
“I’m sorry,” Beomgyu isn’t sure what he’s apologizing for. Maybe just for the way he accidentally tightens around Kai’s finger.
Kai doesn’t let it deter him, gently pushing his finger deeper, his other hand travelling to Beomgyu’s front so he can slip it under his shirt and play with his nipple, rolling them between his thumb and index finger. The sensation does give Beomgyu a distraction and when Kai slides a second one inside, it almost doesn’t hurt.
Kai uses his fingers to spread him open, much more effectively than Beomgyu would have thought, which makes Beomgyu suddenly wonder how many people Kai has fingered before.
“Need to relax, baby,” Kai repeats, pinching Beomgyu’s nipple which has the opposite effect of making him suddenly whine and clench. Kai’s giggles make Beomgyu equally endeared and impatient.
“So sensitive. Hoped I’d touch you again, didn’t you? Wanted my big-”
“Kai-yah,” Beomgyu snaps. He needs Kai to stop beating around the bush and stop playing and rambling and just get on with it. “If you don’t put your dick in me right now I’m kicking you out of here.”
“I’d fucking rip you apart, are you kidding? You’re way too fucking tight. D’you have any lube?”
“Yes, the drawer on the left. Condoms too.”
“Mmmh.”
Instead of looking for that vitally important lube, Kai continues to lazily play with Beomgyu’s hole. He’s moved on from his nipples to just grazing his fingers along Beomgyu’s chest, his stomach, his sides. It feels good but far from enough, while Kai doesn’t seem impatient to stick his cock inside Beomgyu at all.
Beomgyu’s about to let him know how he feels about that (hint: not good) but Kai speaks first.
“Do you wanna date me?” he asks, way too innocently for the way he’s got Beomgyu bent over with two fingers in his ass. “Officially.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Kai leaves a little kiss on Beomgyu’s neck and another one in the crook of his shoulder.
“Be my boyfriend,” his tone is sweet like honey and what’s Beomgyu supposed to do with that. “Pleaaase.”
“Fine. Fine, I’ll be your boyfriend.”
That’s the moment Kai’s fingers finally find Beomgyu’s prostate, curling just the right way inside him. It might be just a coincidence, but Beomgyu feels like he’s being rewarded for picking the right answer on a quiz. He lets out a moan, bucking backwards against Kai.
moans. “Please, more.”
Kai does it again, the blissful sensation washing over Beomgyu’s body again. “You’re mine, then? Even after this is over?”
“Yes, yes, yours. All yours. Kai-yah, please, take me, just take me.”
Beomgyu whines in protest as Kai retrieves his fingers.
“On the bed,” Kai says, finally sounding as urgent as Beomgyu feels. “Go.”
While Beomgyu climbs onto his bed, Kai searches the drawer for lube, successfully fishing out a small bottle and a condom.
Beomgyu quickly gets rid of his t-shirt since his pants and underwear are already off and it feels weird to keep it on. Kai marks a pause then, gazing at Beomgyu’s naked body laid out in front of him. Beomgyu’s flushed and hard and impatient but he lets Kai take his fill of view, enjoying the adoration obvious in his wide eyes.
Kai seems to come to a decision, quickly taking off his clothes as well.
Beomgyu approves. Seeing him completely naked like this, it feels different than their last hook-up. It’s intimate, like Kai’s letting Beomgyu in into a private place.
Not to mention, Kai’s breathtakingly gorgeous. Beomgyu loves following the lines of his body like this, in its full glory. He's all strong and smooth, the cruved shape of his hips and the blush of his skin. A look at his cock, while Beomgyu’s pretty familiar with it now, still makes Beomgyu’s hole flutter and his own cock swell.
Kai climbs onto the bed and kneels in between Beomgyu’s legs, gently folding them up and keeping them apart so he can get a good access to his hole. He spreads some lube onto his fingers and this time presses 3 in directly.
“Fuck.” Beomgyu hisses at the intrusion but he shifts his hips to make it easier, to get Kai deeper inside. He feels so good and stretched when Kai’s fourth finger joins the others, his cock painfully hard and untouched leaking pre on his belly, god, it has to be enough, right? Because he might cum just on Kai’s fingers and he really doesn’t want to.
Kai must have the same thought because he suddenly tenses. Beomgyu only just noticed the way he’s got one hand gripping Beomgyu’s thigh, thumb digging hard into the soft flesh, possibly leaving bruises later on.
“I’m ready,” Beomgyu whispers, and Kai nods.
His lips are shut tight and he’s almost shaking as he grabs the condom wrapper.
“Let me?”
Kai quitely hands it to Beomgyu who rips it open and then gets to finally put his hand on Kai’s cock. He tried to ignore it until know, as it might have precipitated his orgasm if he allowed himself to think about it too much. Now he lets himself admire it, thick and veiny and suddenly Beomgyu’s a little bummed that he didn’t get to have it in his mouth yet, though he’d probably choke on it pathetically. He tells so much to Kai and watches as it twitches.
Kai groans. “Just put it on, hyung. Thought you wanted me inside you…”
Beomgyu lets out a little laugh but he obliges immediately because he does, he needs Kai inside him yesterday. Jesus, they’ll have plenty of time to suck each other’s dick now that they’re apparently an item.
He gives Kai a few slow strokes and then gently unwraps the condom onto his cock. He’s glad he bought extra large ones, bless past Beomgyu and his unrealistically optimistic foresight.
Kai’s noises when Beomgyu touches him are different, higher, prettier, more desperate, so gorgeous to Beomgyu’s ears. He needs to hear a lot more of them, too.
Once the condom’s properly on, Kai doesn’t waste anymore time, lining himself with Beomgyu’s hole and pushing in. Somehow, it’s even more than Beomgyu expected, more overwhelming, more full, and Kai’s only put just the tip in.
“Oh, fuck-”
The air exits from Beomgyu’s lungs as Kai moves, pressing deeper in. It’s not exactly painful but it’s a lot. Beomgyu’s hands fly to Kai’s shoulders, gripping hard, needing something to keep him somewhat grounded.
“So tight, oh my god, Beomgyu…” Kai sounds almost as spaced-out as Beomgyu feels, like what’s left of his composure is slowly crumbling.
“Just, just try…”
They both cry out when Kai bottoms out, needing a moment to recover. Beomgyu might just break if he doesn't get some time to adjust.
“Y-you can take it.” Kai says. “Right?”
“Of course,” Beomgyu replies, slightly offended although he himself was doubting the very same thing. But although this isn’t a game anymore, Beomgyu still isn’t a quitter. “Just go slow,” he warns, a little weakly.
Kai nods and begins to slip out, agonizingly slow, before driving himself back in. Beomgyu knows he asked for it, but now it feels like torture again to wait for Kai to properly fuck him. Kai’s sweating above him, cheeks red and pupils blown, incredibly focused—Beomgyu wonders if he’s holding back not to hurt Beomgyu or if he’s trying very hard not to come.
“I take it back,” Beomgyu begs. “Need to go harder. Need you, Kai-yah, baby, need you to fuck me now.”
At last, Kai begin properly thrusting into Beomgyu, ramming his cock into him harder, and this time, he’s got the angle down perfectly. Beomgyu’s hand naturally flies to his own cock, the lack of touch close to unbearable, but Kai somehow beats him to it, intertwining their fingers together before Beomgyu can touch himself. Beomgyu groans in protest, pouting at Kai in a way that he hopes conveys how rude he’s being right now to deny Beomgyu his relief.
“I do it for you,” Kai slurs, wrapping Beomgyu’s shaft in his hand possessively.
Only a few strokes of Kai’s large hand around Beomgyu and he’s seeing white, coming and coming into Kai’s fist and shooting all over their chests. Kai whimpers, burying his face into Beomgyu’s neck as his thrusts turn quicker and unsteady.
“So good,” Beomgyu says, “made hyung come on your cock, such a good boyfriend.”
He can feel Kai explode at the word, body tensing above Beomgyu before going lax, cock still twitching inside and Beomgyu has the thought that he wishes there was no condom and he could feel Kai’s warm cum spill into him.
Next time he thinks, and he’s amazed how easy it comes to him.
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hueningie. ● ⌞10:12⌝
hyung
im coming over
hueningie. ● ⌞00:08⌝
good news guys
hyung and i are dating 👨❤️👨
soobin-hyung ● ⌞00:11⌝
took you guys so long i was a bit scared
hueningie. ● ⌞00:14⌝
it was very beautiful
tomorrow x together choi yeonjun. ● ⌞00:17⌝
good for you but now that the cat’s out of the bag pls leave us out of it
soobin-hyung ● ⌞00:17⌝
don’t pretend you don’t care i heard you squeal from the other room
tomorrow x together choi yeonjun. ● ⌞00:17⌝
why are you even here
hueningie. ● ⌞00:20⌝
yes @soobin-hyung you can come back to the dorm now if you want. it’s safe
soobin-hyung ● ⌞00:22⌝
im good. staying w taehyunie tonight
hueningie. ● ⌞00:23⌝
???
actually beomie hyung says it’s not safe dont come back tonight
but my bed is free if you want you can throw all the plushies
tyun. ● ⌞00:24⌝
he's good
soobin-hyung ● ⌞00:24⌝
yeah im good
tomorrow x together choi yeonjun. ● ⌞00:28⌝
are you guys also dating or something haha
@soobin-hyung @tyun pls tell me nothing strange is happening in the room RIGHT NEXT TO MINE
pls guys
tomorrow x together choi yeonjun. ● ⌞00:37⌝
okay then can i join