the in between // taejun

yeonjun called it "the day i crossed the in between"—and soobin almost choked on his saliva when he heard it.

"absolutely not. that's a horrible title, hyung. think of something else," soobin dismissed the idea yeonjun had for his creative writing project.

it's a good thing that yeonjun respects and trusts soobin's judgement. "alright. i'm crossing that out of the list."

the literary club is probably the club yeonjun loves the most. he had always liked writing, and had done it since he was young (although, he wishes for all his old cringe stories to burn in the firing pits of hell for being a potential item that will taint his name.)

so, earlier today, yeonjun was told of a task that he was genuinely excited about. coined simply as 'think out of the box'; it strings experimental writing. yeonjun was no stranger to unconventional styles—he had done several wips that he switched up a bit to fit his taste. he's sure he can pull this off just fine, and have his work published for the whole campus to read.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry-"

"i'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose."

yeonjun, however, seems to not get a grip when it comes to walking.

"no. i.. don't do it on purpose. i'm sorry."

god, why is yeonjun always so shy when it comes to taehyun?

he can even hear soobin muffle a laugh behind him. that traitor. didn't even tell him that he's about to collide with the love of his life. at least he's thankful that he spilled no lunch on taehyun today.

"we should get going. uh, enjoy lunch?" it sounded more like a question, but he wasted no time to tug soobin away with him.

he failed to notice the presence of taehyun's friends, and he realized this when beomgyu called for his name. "yeonjun hyung!" hyung. hyung?! since when did beomgyu started calling him that?

"uh-huh?" he lamely responded, turning to face them. soobin was still a victim of his grip, and he lets him go after a few twists and turns.

"have lunch with us."

no, thank you. yeonjun wanted to decline, but soobin answered for him. "sure."

yeonjun shoots soobin a threatning gaze. he sees the accomplished look on his face, it was infuriating. are you out of your mind? yeonjun was suddenly acting like he and soobin had a telepathic connection.

soobin got the message. it's just lunch.

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and that is how yeonjun's first draft became a lengthy oneshot about a group lunch in some food stall outside campus.