75 days || YeonGyu / BeomJun

The six of them hanged out again..

It was supposed to be a chill night.

Beomgyu and the gang had walked to the local 24/7 convenience store after their little basketball court hangout, craving iced drinks, junk food, and artificial peace.

"I'm getting a blue slushie or I'll commit crimes," Yeji announced as they walked in.

"No crimes tonight, please," Beomgyu muttered, already grabbing a basket.

The gang scattered around the aisles like kids unleashed in Disneyland. Heeseung was stacking ramen cups in his arms like Tetris blocks. Sunghoon was comparing banana milk brands. Lia and Yeji were bullying the claw machine. Sunoo was... probably suspiciously close to the alcohol section.

Beomgyu, meanwhile, stood in front of the snack aisle, texting Yeonjun back:

"No I haven't been arrested again. Yes I miss you. No I'm not saying it twice."

Right as he hit send—

"EVERYONE ON THE GROUND! THIS IS A ROBBERY!"

Beomgyu froze.

His first thought was: This is some sick TikTok prank.
His second thought was: Oh my god it's happening again. It's me. I'm the bad luck.
His third thought: Yeonjun's going to kill me.

Two masked men stormed into the store, one with a duffel bag, the other waving a gun in the air like it was a glowstick.

"Phones on the ground! No sudden movements!"

Yeji raised her hands, slushie dripping down her wrist. "This is a hate crime against baddies."

"Sir," Lia said calmly, lying flat, "I'm allergic to violence. Also to cheap aftershave, please back up."

"SHUT UP!" the man barked.

Beomgyu and the others hit the floor fast. One robber noticed Heeseung crouching near the drinks aisle.

"You! With the noodles! Move and I'll shoot!"

Heeseung, noodles trembling in his arms, whispered, "Why is it always me."

Then, the door slammed open.

"PUT THE WEAPON DOWN!"

"FREEZE!"

Yeonjun stormed in with his gun raised, vest half-zipped, hair messed up, looking like he had run through four traffic lights and a bush. Backup sirens wailed outside.

Beomgyu blinked. Oh. Shit. That's my boyfriend. That's MY boyfriend. And he looks hot. And angry. And hot again.

The robbers panicked. One grabbed Beomgyu from the floor and pointed the gun at his head.

"Don't come closer or I'll shoot!"

Beomgyu was too shocked to scream. His hands were up, heart pounding. "WHAT THE FUCK, I JUST WANTED CHIPS!"

"LET HIM GO!" Yeonjun yelled.

"No," the robber hissed, pressing the barrel to Beomgyu's temple.

Then from the back, a voice screeched:

"LET GO OF MY GYUUUUUUU!!!"

Toto. In full volume. From inside Beomgyu's backpack.

Everyone—including the robbers—paused.

"LET GO OF MY GYUUUUU! STUPID RAT! GUN GO BOOM! BIG MAN MAD!"

The robber screamed in panic. Yeonjun moved fast, tackled him to the ground, and cuffed him in seconds.

The store fell into stunned silence.

Yeonjun turned to Beomgyu, brushing his face with both hands. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did they touch you?"

Beomgyu, still dazed, whispered, "...Toto saved me."

Sunoo lifted his head. "Your parrot is a literal hero."

Yeji sniffled. "That bird deserves a medal."

Heeseung sat up. "That bird should join the force."

Yeonjun kissed Beomgyu's forehead, then looked at the others. "I swear, if I find out y'all started this..."

"WE DIDN'T!" the whole gang chorused.

Yeonjun groaned, pulling Beomgyu into a hug. "Why does every normal day with you turn into a crime scene?"

"Maybe I'm cursed," Beomgyu mumbled.

"Maybe," Yeonjun said. "But you're my curse."

Toto squawked again from the bag, "BIG MAN SAVES. GYUU CUTE. BIG MAN SAVES. GYUU CUTE."