accidental encore | taegyu

at that moment, just as beomgyu was processing how close they were, taehyun unconsciously pulled him closer. his arm tightened around beomgyu's waist, and his face nuzzled slightly into beomgyu's hair, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

beomgyu froze.

he wasn't even fully awake yet, and his heart was already threatening to burst out of his chest.

taehyun's breathing was steady and warm against the top of his head, his hold relaxed but firm, as if he wasn't planning to let go anytime soon. beomgyu knew he should move—probably should shove taehyun off before anyone woke up and saw—but his body refused to listen.

instead, he just laid there, eyes wide open, completely hyper-aware of every little movement, every little shift of taehyun's hand against his back.

then, as if the universe hated him, he felt taehyun shift again. this time, there was a sleepy hum, a deep exhale, and—

"mm... gyu?" taehyun's voice was groggy, barely above a mumble.

beomgyu nearly died on the spot.

his instincts kicked in at the last second, and he shoved taehyun away, scrambling up to sit properly.

"oh, you're awake?" beomgyu blurted, forcing out an awkward laugh like he hadn't just been panicking seconds ago. "great! good morning! totally normal way to wake up!"

taehyun blinked at him sleepily, obviously still half-asleep. he stretched with a quiet groan, then ran a hand through his messy hair, looking completely unbothered.

"why are you yelling?" he mumbled, voice still hoarse from sleep.

"i'm not yelling." beomgyu crossed his arms, avoiding eye contact.

taehyun yawned, looking around at the others still knocked out on the mattresses. then he turned back to beomgyu, amusement flickering in his barely-open eyes.

"...you slept good, huh?" he smirked.

beomgyu scowled, shoving taehyun's shoulder. "shut up."

taehyun just laughed, shaking his head. "cute."

beomgyu hated that his heart actually skipped a beat at that.

—

by the time taehyun was fully awake and stretching his arms over his head, the rest of them started stirring as well. hueningkai was the first to sit up with a sleepy groan, rubbing his eyes while soobin mumbled something incoherent into his pillow. yeonjun stretched out across the mattress, groaning dramatically.

"what time is it?" yeonjun's voice was thick with sleep.

"almost noon," taehyun answered, checking his phone.

"damn. we really just passed out, huh?" beomgyu chuckled, sitting cross-legged on the couch now, his previous moment of panic shoved far, far into the back of his mind.

hueningkai yawned and rolled onto his side, still half-buried in the blankets. "i'm hungry..."

"same," soobin muttered, finally lifting his head. "we should eat something."

there was a beat of silence before all five of them slowly turned their heads towards beomgyu, who blinked back at them.

"why are you guys looking at me?"

"it's your house," taehyun said simply.

beomgyu scoffed. "so what? that doesn't automatically make me the chef. you all have working hands—figure it out."