accidental encore | taegyu

beomgyu wakes up like he's being drafted to war.

his phone alarm is screaming at him, but somehow, soobin's voice screaming from the hallway is louder.

"GYU GET UP WE HAVE AN HOUR UNTIL WE MEET THEM," soobin shrieks, kicking his bedroom door open like the fbi.

"no," beomgyu croaks from under a mountain of blankets. "tell them i died."

"you can't die if you never lived to begin with," soobin replies with exactly zero sympathy, yanking the blanket off. "get up. you're showering first because you smell like depression and sour patch kids."

"why do i need to shower if i'm not going," beomgyu deadpans, clinging to the mattress like his life depends on it.

"we are NOT doing this," soobin hisses, grabbing him by the ankle and dragging him off the bed.

beomgyu lands on the floor like a crumpled moth, groaning dramatically. "why do you hate me."

"i'm your best friend. it's my job."

beomgyu shower-cries for approximately 15 minutes, thinking about every way this meetup could go wrong. what if they're awkward? what if they don't like him? what if he trips and faceplants into taehyun's expensive shoes? what if taehyun looks better in real life and beomgyu spontaneously combusts from thirst?

too many risks. cancel immediately.

but soobin, the walking human alarm system, physically drags him out of the house and into his car, ignoring every complaint and threat beomgyu throws out.

"if i vomit in your car i'm blaming you," beomgyu mutters, arms crossed, radiating misery in the passenger seat.

"if you vomit, you're walking home," soobin replies without looking at him.

they pull up to the meetup spot, some random plaza corner where they agreed to gather before heading to a restaurant. beomgyu sees no one yet, which sparks a dangerous thought.

"okay listen," beomgyu whispers urgently, yanking on soobin's sleeve. "if we leave right now, we could still make it home before anyone notices."

"are you clinically insane?" soobin stares at him. "we're literally here."

"that's why it's the perfect crime. we vanish. ghosted. they'll think we got abducted or hit by a food truck or something."

"you need psychological evaluation."

but beomgyu is already spinning around, searching for somewhere to hide — behind a trash can, into a bush, maybe even climb up a streetlamp. desperate times, desperate measures.

"we can't leave," soobin says, grabbing him by the shoulders. "you have a boyfriend situationship fake enemy flirt partner to meet."

"no i don't."

"yes you do."

"nope. i'm single and ready to mingle with my bed."

"beomgyu, i swear to god—"

"oh my god," soobin suddenly freezes, eyes going wide. "they're here."

"WHO'S HERE??" beomgyu screeches, spinning so fast he nearly trips over his own feet.

and right there — stepping around the corner like a perfectly timed horror movie jumpscare — is taehyun, looking like he knows every single thought running through beomgyu's brain.

his lips curl into a smirk, that infuriatingly attractive one that makes beomgyu want to fight and kiss him at the same time. and right behind taehyun, the rest of the band pops up like cursed backup dancers — yeonjun, hueningkai, all of them, already laughing at beomgyu's sheer panic face.