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The Music Bank stage was packed with idols. Everyone there was excited, nervous, waiting for the result. Who would win this week's trophy? Maybe a rookie group? A senior one?
A soloist?
Then the numbers started appearing on the screen for everyone to see. It was a close race, very close.
Finally, the result came out.
Ice Cream. Yeonjun.
Yeonjun's eyes widened instantly. What the real FUCK? HE WON? WHAT, BUT, HE-
he did it. he really did it. beomgyu's ear to ear smile from the corner of the stage showed it. he was there ,jumping, bouncing and clapping, super happy for his hyung. so cute.
Yeonjun gave a short speech, thanking the MOAs, the staff, the company, etc.
But, the only thing he could think about was what he and Beomgyu had discussed earlier backstage.
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"If I win this, I want you on stage with me, Beomgyu."
Beomgyu had been caught off guard; he hadn't expected Yeonjun to actually want to do something like that. I mean, he had even said something similar months ago, back when No Labels: Part 01 was released, but it the end of the day, it didn't happen.
In any case, he could hardly believe what he had just heard. "What??? But, hyung, it's your moment! If you win, it has to be about you!" Yeonjun grinned foolishly; he didn't seem to care about anything other than the desire to share such a special moment with his precious dongsaeng. "Baby, I want you there with me. You're always there for me. You're always the first to congratulate me, every single time, even when I left empty-handed, you were always there to say that I killed it, that I was amazing, that I'm the coolest hyung you could ever have, that I gave it my all, and that's what matters..."
"That's the bare minimum, you're... You're you, Healingie! I should always support you and you don't owe me anything for that."
Yeonjun took a deep breath, his smile sweetening even more. "Beomgyu. It's not the minimum. It's everything. It means the world to me and you know that. I get exhausted, I push myself to the bone to do my best, and to have you here saying that I did a good job and that I'm amazing regardless of everything... Damn, do you have any idea how much this means to me? Do you have any idea how silly I get and how much I want to cry, or kiss you in front of everyone when you speak on camera that you're so proud of me and that I'm your role model?"
Beomgyu's eyes widened. Again. Yeonjun continued, "I want you on stage with me, I want to share this with you, I want the person who's always there for me no matter what to be a part of this. If I win, I want everyone to remember this day and think of the two of us. Of you with me, there. I love you. Please, Gyu... Come with me. Do this with me."
Beomgyu took a deep breath. He was speechless. Yeonjun had been so honest and sincere... He couldn't simply deny it. "Damn, I will. "Whether you win or not, I'm going." And he gave Yeonjun a tight hug. "I love you, jagiya. I love you more than anything."
"Love you too, babe. Be my lucky charm there, okay?"
"I am your lucky charm already."
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After finishing his speech, Yeonjun looked at Beomgyu, who was still standing in the corner. He smiled at him and tilted his head very quickly, as if to say, "I did it, look here!".
As soon as the idols who were on stage started to leave or go to the side, and Ice Cream started playing, Yeonjun immediately looked at Beomgyu again. "Beomgyu, come here!"
Beomgyu went over, with a half-melted vanilla popsicle in his hand. He'd definitely licked it a few times beforehand to stop the dripping. He fed Yeonjun a little bit of the melted ice cream and went to put it on the floor in the corner of the stage. Yeonjun came with him and did the same with the trophy and the bouquet of flowers, holding only the microphone now.
The chorus began, and they danced together. Beomgyu learned the choreography from Yeonjun at the company a few days ago, apparently not just for filming a TikTok challenge now.
They didn't dance perfectly. That wasn't the goal. They were having fun together, exchanging glances, happy, smiling.
That was what truly mattered.
At the end of the chorus, the two opened their arms at the same time and gave each other a short but tight hug. Yeonjun put his arms around Beomgyu's neck, and Beomgyu's around his waist. They let go of each other's arms, and Beomgyu went backstage, so Yeonjun could finish the encore, and he'd watch him from behind the cameras.
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The minutes ticked by, and Yeonjun's encore ended. He went backstage with the staff and the dance team, proudly holding the trophy he had just won. As soon as he saw Beomgyu sitting on a sofa in the dressing room, fiddling with his phone, he quickened his pace. He placed the trophy on a small table and gave the younger man a super tight hug.
"Oof... Hyung-ah?"
"I love you so fucking much. Damn, I love you, I love you, I love you..." Yeonjun tightened his embrace even more, almost suffocating Beomgyu, who returned the hug and put his cell phone aside, leaving it in a corner of the sofa. "I love you too, hyung..."
"Thank you. Thank you so much. For coming here, for always supporting me, for being this adorable punk you always are, making me melt like this so easily. Look what you're doing to me, damn it..."
"I'm proud of you. I'm so, so, so proud..." He caressed Yeonjun's hair gently. "That's my hyung, I knew you'd crush it and win this shit! You deserved it. You worked hard and you did it. Congrats, Yeonjjunnie."
Yeonjun pulled away from the hug only to grab Beomgyu's wrist and drag him out of the dressing room. "Y-yah! Calm down, pull me slowly, you impatient one!!"
"Shut the fuck up and come with me."
"Oh."
They left the dressing room and headed towards the hallways, and a staff member with long, brown hair, who was absentmindedly combing her hair with a pink hair comb that had a kind of bow on the lid, He spoke in a familiar tone. "I bet 1000 won that Yeonjun will call me in 5 minutes to take a picture for them."
"You speak with such ease, like someone who's used to it. Does that always happen, Jang?" One of the makeup artists, a woman with pale skin and short blonde hair who was sitting down, asked.
"Used to it? Minjeong, that's an understatement. It's literally like this every single time. They make out for a few minutes and then call me over to take the cute photo that goes on the group's Instagram, or the personal one. It depends. I'm not complaining tho, they're a cute couple. Beomgyu is here literally every time Yeonjun had a solo release. I can see how much they cherish each other."
"Yeah... They're pretty cute."
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In the hallways, Yeonjun stopped on a staircase, turned to Beomgyu, and didn't even give him time to think about asking anything. Their lips collided passionately in a deep kiss as warm as Yeonjun's heart right now. Yeonjun walked until he pinned Beomgyu against a wall, and changed the angle of the kiss to deepen it, which made Beomgyu whimper. "Mhmm- ahh..."
"Fuck, you always do the prettiest sounds..." Yeonjun said, breaking the kiss to breath his voice low and hoarse.
"Jun... We're in the fucking music bank building, If they catch us making out in the middle of the hallways, it's going to be a disaster!" Yeonjun chuckled. "They didn't catch us last time, so fuck it. I don't think it looks like I care." And their mouths were already crashing again.
"Love you so, so, so much..." Yeonjun said, this time breaking the kiss to hug Beomgyu tightly. "You have no idea how much you being here means to me. I'm so happy, damn... I'm so fucking happy."
"After what happened last time, I made sure not to accept any schedules that conflicted with your stages. I won't miss any this time, jagiya. And I love you too. So much."
"I'm so lucky to have you..." Yeonjun said, covering Beomgyu's cheek with chaste kisses. "No, I'm the lucky one to have you, Healingie."
"Shut up, you literally blessed me today. You were here. You're here. And I won. I got a trophy."
"You got that trophy through your own merit, because you're fucking awesome and nobody could beat you!"
"See it? That's it. I don't care at all. For me, you being here made all the difference. My pretty, perfect fairy of victory... Always bringing me luck."
"Awnnnnn... Don't say it like that, hyung..." Beomgyu smiled slightly, a little shy at so much consideration and affection.
"I'll say as many times as necessary. And I want everyone to know how my boy was there for me."
"your boy?" Beomgyu smirked.
"my boy." Yeonjun gave him a soft peck before turning to the other side.
"WONYOUNG-AHHHHH, COME HEREEEEE!!!"
In the dressing room, Wonyoung put her comb aside, and stood up. "I knew, damn." She left the room, and even after closing the door, Minjeong could hear she shouting something like "FUCK, CAN'T YOU TWO TAKE THESE DAMN PHOTOS BY YOURSELVES???"
she chuckled. "hehe, these three..."
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"Okay, pose and say 'gayyyyy!'"said Wonyoung, grabbing her phone.
Yeonjun immediately picked Beomgyu up, who made a little surprised sound. "Eeh-!! Hyung!!"
"Shh... Don't complain and smile, babe. You're heavy."
"I'M NOT HEAVY! I literally lost weight, stupid..." Beomgyu punched Yeonjun softly.
"Just messing with you, pretty."
"Beomgyu smilled slowly, and made a peace sign for the camera."
"Let's goooo, I don't have the whole day, lovebirds!!" Wonyoung complained.
"Gayyyyyyy!"
click.