accidental encore | taegyu

chapter six

he sends it. no caption. no explanation. just vibes.

and then, just to be an absolute menace, he follows up with:
beomgyu:
dont cry too hard babe xoxo
u can screenshot. i allow it.

taehyun replies suspiciously fast.

taehyun:
u literally look like u belong in prison
how are u this hot and this annoying at the same time

beomgyu:
talent <3
want me to send one with a wink next?

taehyun:
blocked.

(send it.)

beomgyu cackles, already flipping the camera back open. this time, he adds a cheeky wink and points directly at the camera like some kind of chaotic k-pop boy.

beomgyu:
don't miss me too much tonight

taehyun:
ur a disease

beomgyu:
and ur infected. congrats babe

taehyun leaves him on read for a full thirty seconds before replying with:

taehyun:
go to hell.

beomgyu:
see u there <3

soobin watches all this from the side, absolutely howling.

"are you flirting or fighting?" soobin demands, clutching his stomach. "you guys need therapy."

"this is therapy," beomgyu says solemnly, sending one last message to taehyun before locking the phone.

beomgyu:
sweet dreams superstar. think of me <3

taehyun doesn't reply this time.

but beomgyu knows damn well that message is gonna be living rent free in taehyun's brain for the next 48 hours.

mission: accomplished.

—

beomgyu's still sprawled dramatically across the bed like some kind of overworked diva, but soobin's already moved on to his second favorite hobby: stalking stan twitter.

"oh my god," soobin says suddenly, his voice already climbing into that feral fanboy pitch beomgyu knows all too well. "OH MY GOD."

beomgyu cracks one eye open. "what, did yeonjun flash his abs again?"

"no, worse." soobin turns his phone around, shoving the screen into beomgyu's face. "taehyun getting roasted on twitter by his own fans."

the tweet at the top has a blurry screenshot of taehyun mid-fluster, face red as a tomato, eyes glued to his phone like it holds the secrets to the universe. the caption reads:

'why is taehyun looking like his crush just texted him i cant breathe'

the one right below it says:

'whoever's on the other end of that phone drop ur @ rn'

beomgyu screams.

"bro they're literally clowning him in 4k," beomgyu wheezes, nearly kicking soobin off the bed. "this is the best day of my life."

soobin scrolls down further, showing tweet after tweet of taehyun slander —

'not taehyun turning into a blushing anime girl on main'
'WHO TF IS TEXTING HIM. FIGHT ME.'
'this is funnier than their last album promo i'm sorry'

beomgyu grabs soobin's phone, retweeting one of the posts from soobin's account with nothing but:
'LMFAOOOOOO'

"you're gonna blow your own cover, dumbass," soobin snorts.

"worth it," beomgyu grins.

but then soobin freezes, eyes going wide. "WAIT."

"what now?"

soobin shoves the phone back in his face — this time, it's a clip. a full-blown HD recording of taehyun's reaction to beomgyu's selfie.

the exact moment his eyes widen, his face turns red, and yeonjun bursts out laughing next to him.

'someone sent him something thirst trap adjacent i just KNOW it' the caption reads.

beomgyu dies on the spot.

"i can't—" he wheezes. "i can't believe my face is a national incident."

"you're basically a menace to society now," soobin says proudly. "welcome to the club."

beomgyu grabs his phone, fingers flying across the screen as he texts taehyun one more time —

beomgyu:
enjoy ur stan twitter slander session

taehyun:
blocked forever
(do send more tho)

"he's finished." beomgyu cackles, throwing his phone onto the bed. "this man's career is in my hands now."

soobin pats his shoulder solemnly. "use your power wisely."

beomgyu grins. "never."