accidental encore | taegyu

beomgyu wakes up feeling like absolute shit. his head is pounding, his throat is dry, and the second he shifts under his blankets, a wave of nausea rolls over him. he groans, burying his face into his pillow. why does he do this to himself?

he's about to go back to sleep when his phone vibrates loudly against his nightstand. he flinches at the noise before blindly reaching for it, eyes barely open as he grips the device. he squints at the screen, trying to make sense of the ridiculous amount of notifications waiting for him.

and then he sees it.

🔔 23 missed calls from tyun
🔔 35 messages from tyun

his blood runs cold.

he stares at the numbers for a second, blinking sluggishly as his brain fights through the haze of his hangover. what the fuck? why—what—

he swipes open his phone with shaking hands, his anxiety spiking when he sees all of taehyun's texts.

tyun
gyu?
what does that mean?
why are you saying that??
are you mad at me??

tyun
beomgyu, answer me.
did i do something wrong?
gyu please don't ignore me.
i'm calling you
pick up beomgyu
beomgyu

tyun
beomgyu
what's going on?
why did you say that?
are you okay?
i'm actually getting worried, please just say something
i don't know what i did but i'm sorry if i messed up.
gyu please just answer
i don't care if you're mad, i just wanna know you're okay.
i swear if you don't answer i'm calling soobin.

and then a few more desperate ones at the end.

tyun
beomgyu please.
you're actually scaring me.
just let me know you're okay

beomgyu reads through everything in horror, his own texts from last night finally coming into view.

stop lovebomibing me.

his drunken typo-ridden message is sitting there completely out of context, looking worse and worse the longer he stares at it.

he physically cringes.

"oh my god," he whispers to himself, rolling onto his back and covering his face with his hands. this is a nightmare. this is literally the worst way to wake up. his past drunk self has betrayed him.

he groans loudly, just as soobin stirs from where he's lying on the couch. "why are you making distressed whale noises this early?"

"soobin," beomgyu says, voice rough from sleep, "i think i just ruined my life."

soobin sits up immediately, rubbing his eyes. "okay. elaborate."

beomgyu doesn't answer. he just chucks his phone at soobin instead. soobin barely catches it, eyes narrowing as he looks at the screen.

"...oh wow," soobin mutters, scrolling through taehyun's messages. "he really lost his mind over this, huh?"

"yeah, no shit," beomgyu groans, yanking his blanket over his head.

soobin leans against the couch, staring at the texts for a moment before he snorts. "kinda funny though."

beomgyu kicks him.

beomgyu stares at his screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard as he types out an apology.

gyu
i was drunk and stupid. didn't mean to worry you. i