75 days || YeonGyu / BeomJun

Beomgyu was walking out of his campus gates, face beaming, headphones on, clutching his quiz paper like it was a Grammy.

Perfect score.
He did it.
His brain cells actually lined up and held hands for once.

beomgyu: i passed. i aced it. i am now the smartest person alive.

yeonjun: MY BABY'S SMART AS HELL OMG

Later That Night

Yeonjun waited outside Beomgyu's house, standing beside his car with a little sign he made that said:
CONGRATS ON SLAYING YOUR TEST, MY BABY GENIUS.

Beomgyu just got out from the cab, saw the sign, and just stared at him blankly.

"...you done?"

"I brought cake." Yeonjun lifted the box.

"...Fine. Come in. But if you embarrass me again like you did on that park date, I'm throwing Toto at you."

Toto, perched on the shelf behind him, chirped, "Embarrass me again and I'm throwing Toto at youuu!"

Yeonjun laughed, stepping inside. "You passed your test. You're a genius. I'm treating you to anything you want."

Beomgyu gave him a look. "You mean emotionally, right? Not financially?"

"Both," Yeonjun said confidently. "My bank account is crying but my heart is thriving."

Beomgyu looked at the cake, then back at Yeonjun. "...Thanks. I guess."

"You guess?" Yeonjun gasped, putting a hand on his chest. "I wrote a poem in your honor."

"Oh god."

Yeonjun cleared his throat dramatically. "Roses are red, Toto is mean. Beomgyu passed his test, and now he's my queen."

Toto squawked, "Now he's my queen!!"

Beomgyu groaned and threw a pillow at both of them.

An hour later, they pulled up in front of a fancy-looking steakhouse.

Beomgyu blinked. "Why does this place look like it costs my soul?"

"You passed your test, so boyfriend of the year is treating you. Come on, I booked a table."

"You can book?" Beomgyu whispered like it was a miracle.

The waiter guided them to their seats and Yeonjun pulled the chair out for him.

"Who are you and what have you done to my idiot boyfriend?" Beomgyu muttered, confused.

"I'm being romantic." Yeonjun whispered back.

Then he did something weird. He pulled out a little notebook.

"What's that?" Beomgyu asked.

Yeonjun cleared his throat, suddenly serious.

"Ahem. I've prepared a few questions for you, to better understand my beloved's soul."

"Oh god."

Yeonjun smiled, flipping the page.

"Question one: If you were a fruit, which one would you be and why?"

Beomgyu blinked at him. "What is this? An interview? What the hell, Yeonjun."

"It's bonding time, babe. I saw it on a dating advice blog."

"You're so lucky you're pretty."

"Answer the fruit question!"

Beomgyu groaned. "Fine. I'd be a pineapple."

"Why?"

"Spiky, dramatic, and allergic to bullshit."

Yeonjun grinned like an idiot and scribbled that down. "Cute. Next—"

"No more questions. I just want food and silence."

Yeonjun pouted but complied.

The food arrived and Yeonjun did everything: cut Beomgyu's steak, offered him his fries, even wiped a smudge off his cheek with a napkin like a housewife.

Beomgyu stared. "Stop acting like my mom."

"I'm trying to be thoughtful! You deserve princess treatment!"

Beomgyu shoved a fry in his mouth to shut him up.

After dinner, Yeonjun drove him home, hands on the wheel, trying so hard to act calm and boyfriendy. When they parked in front of Beomgyu's house, he turned and said:

"I hope this date made you feel special."

"It did," Beomgyu said honestly(👀?). "But next time don't bring the notebook."

Yeonjun leaned over and kissed his forehead. "Okay. But can I still call you pineapple baby?"

"Absolutely not."

Beomgyu got out of the car and as soon as he entered the house, he FaceTimed Taehyun.

"YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT THIS MAN DID."

Taehyun answered while doing his skincare. "What now."

"He brought a notebook. With QUESTIONS. Like an interview. Who does that?!"

"Your boyfriend, apparently."

"I swear to god, Tae. I cannot wait for this fake relationship to end. I'm counting the days. I will NEVER fall for this idiot. Never. EVER."