accidental encore | taegyu

chapter four

xxtigerhyunxx:
i'm scared

beomgyu:
you should be

—

an hour later

beomgyu's still in bed, wrapped in his blanket like a human sushi roll, thumb lazily flicking through tiktok. his hair's a mess, his shirt's inside out, and there's an empty bag of chips balancing precariously on his pillow.

he's mid-scroll when his door slams open so hard it bounces off the wall.

"CHOI BEOMGYU!!"

beomgyu doesn't even flinch. he just blinks slowly, turning his head to see soobin standing there, panting like he sprinted up the stairs, eyes wide with manic energy.

"hey soobs," beomgyu says, voice raspy from sleep. "what's up?"

soobin charges in, jumps onto the bed, and grabs beomgyu's face with both hands.

"WHAT. DID. YOU. DO."

"huh??" beomgyu's voice gets all squished from soobin's grip.

"TAEHYUN. LIKED. YOUR POSTS." soobin's shaking him like a rag doll. "HIS SECRET ACCOUNT. LIKED YOUR STUPID SOCK PICTURE."

beomgyu bursts out laughing, face still squished. "hehth likehth meee."

"be serious!!" soobin shrieks. "do you know how INSANE that is?! that's like—like jesus showing up in your dms to say 'cool selfie bro.'"

beomgyu finally wriggles free, face red from laughter. "soobin. my brother. it's not that deep."

"YES IT IS." soobin flops dramatically onto the bed, covering his face. "he never interacts with anyone like this. not even his own fans. and now you've got him flirting with you in secret like some forbidden romance??"

"flirting? nah, we're just roasting each other." beomgyu scrolls back to the dms to prove it, but soobin snatches the phone and reads out loud:

"aww my little rockstar missed me."
"since you love my content so much, i'll post something just for you next <3."

soobin rolls onto his side, staring at beomgyu like he just grew a second head. "bro. be so real with me right now."

beomgyu shrugs. "it's called banter. you wouldn't understand. you're too busy worshiping yeonjun like he's god's gift to humanity."

"he is god's gift to humanity," soobin mumbles into the pillow.

"anyway," beomgyu stretches like a cat, "i was thinking of posting something cursed. just to mess with taehyun."

"like what?"

beomgyu's eyes glint with pure evil. "you'll see."

—

beomgyu scrolls through his camera roll like a man on a mission. soobin watches in a mix of awe and horror as beomgyu's fingers fly across the screen, assembling the most cursed post known to mankind.

first, he picks that selfie — the one where he's pouting dramatically, lips glossy with whatever chapstick he stole from soobin's bag, wearing sunglasses inside at 2am. his hair looks like he lost a fight with a leaf blower.

next, he adds a blurry mirror pic where he's holding a can of pringles like it's a luxury clutch, standing in his boxers and a shirt that says "ask me about my diarrhea."

for the final touch, he takes a fresh photo — right there, in the moment — lying on his bed with soobin's foot aggressively pressed against his face, captioned:
"thinking about you xx"