accidental encore | taegyu

soobin screams.

beomgyu screams louder.

"YOU EVIL LITTLE RAT, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH." soobin shouts, grabbing a pillow and swinging it at beomgyu's head. "HE LOOKED LIKE HE WAS ABOUT TO PASS OUT."

beomgyu, dodging like his life depends on it, is laughing so hard there's actual tears in his eyes. "DID YOU SEE HIS FACE? BRO WAS HAVING A RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE."

soobin collapses face-first onto the bed, still shrieking. "IM SAVING THE LIVE CLIP. IM GONNA PLAY IT AT HIS FUNERAL."

"you think famous people can get heart attacks from flirting?" beomgyu asks, flat on his back now, gasping for air.

"apparently yes," soobin says into the mattress. "taehyun's a medical mystery."

they spend the next five minutes just rolling around, replaying every single reaction — from taehyun's full-body panic to yeonjun and hueningkai's absolute menace energy — and beomgyu's stomach actually starts to hurt from laughing too much.

"dude." soobin props himself up on his elbows. "you actually made a famous person malfunction in real time. with your face. how's it feel being the hottest homewrecker alive?"

"please." beomgyu wipes his eyes dramatically. "i don't wreck homes. i enhance them."

soobin cackles, wheezing into the pillow. "taehyun's gonna either block you or propose within 24 hours. no in between."

beomgyu unlocks soobin's phone again, scrolling back to the groupchat, which has blown up with messages — most of them from yeonjun and hueningkai still roasting taehyun live in 4k.

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yeonjun:
he's in the bathroom staring at his phone

hueningkai:
u literally killed our vocalist congrats

soobin:
IM CRYING
BEOMGYU MY GOAT

yeonjun:
ayo beomgyu drop the skincare routine

beomgyu:
natural beauty sorry babes

hueningkai:
someone put this man on a magazine cover for real

beomgyu grins, typing back a reply:

beomgyu:
tell taehyun i hope my face haunts him forever <3

"you're evil," soobin says fondly. "i've never been prouder."

beomgyu's phone buzzes then — a new message from taehyun's private account.

beomgyu wipes fake tears from his eyes, still giggling as he switches over to taehyun's private dms.

taehyun:
i hate u
i hate u so much
send another one

"oh he's down bad down terrible," beomgyu mutters, cracking his knuckles like he's about to commit a federal crime.

"what'd he say?" soobin asks, peering over.

"nothing. just proving i'm irresistible." beomgyu flips his hair dramatically, and soobin throws the pillow at his head again. "alright mr. rockstar, you want another? i'll give you a whole damn gallery."

soobin, hearing this, simply whispers, "slay."

beomgyu flips to his front camera, angles it just right — perfect jawline, just enough messy hair, a glimpse of his collarbone peeking through his oversized shirt — then bites his lip dramatically like he's about to drop the hottest thirst trap of the century.