Beomgyu let out the heaviest sigh. Yeonjun was trying to feed a very embarrassed Soobin (in their university cafe at that). He wanted to vomit. "I can feed myself," Soobin pleaded, though Yeonjun was having none of it. Beomgyu rolled his eyes. "I'm always third-wheeling. I need new friends." "Why don't you sit with Taehyun during your lunch break? He doesn't have class right now," Soobin offered. "We never really hang out during school." Yeonjun rolled his eyes. "You practically hang out every day but draw the line at hanging out in between classes? You're acting like a grade school right now." "Fuck off."
Although it was annoying, Yeonjun did have a point. For these last few months, he and Taehyun were always together after their classes were over. However, the thought of them hanging out during school made his stomach churn, so he never bothered to ask. But it was on his, now long, to-do list of all things involving Kang Taehyun. He just hoped he didn't have to be the one to initiate it.
"How about I invite Taehyun and Kai next time we meet up for lunch, huh?" Yeonjun glanced at Beomgyu, who was trying to poke the boba in his tea with his straw.
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"Do you not want Taehyun and Kai to sit with us at lunch?" "Why do you ask?" Yeonjun was laying across Beomgyu's bed. Beomgyu was drying his hair in the bathroom connected to his room.
As soon as Yeonjun heard his best friend was moving to his area he quickly offered the extra room in his apartment. He was sure his other roommate Changbin wouldn't mind since he was never home anyway.
"When Soobin mentioned inviting them you went all silent. You're never silent." "Fuck you," Beomgyu hissed. "I don't have a problem with Soobin inviting them, I'm just nervous." "Beomgyu, do you have a crush on this guy?" "Huh?"
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this is not my favorite chapter 😪 i had like 3 drafts it was stressful but it's here i'm excited for the next one though i kind of already finished it

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Be Each Other's Company (taegyu)
FanfictionTaehyun was a simple man. He didn't mind being average, whether with looks or school; he just went with the flow. All he asked for was peace. What he did not ask for was a black-haired male talking his ear off in the library. CROSSED POSTED ON AO3