NOISES | TAEGYU

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beomgyu yawned as he stretched his arms up in the air. he glanced to his right, and there he saw how beautiful his friend in his sleep. "i wish i am this calm as you taehyun." he flashed a smile in which he knew the younger didn't see.

after he showered, he got out from the bathroom and saw the other already sat on the bed, scrolling through his phone. "you're awake?"

"i don't know, guess." he coldly replied, not even sparing a glance at a half-naked boy in front of him.

beomgyu, on the other hand, dried his hair with a towel and another towel was wrapped around his waist down to his knees. "hungry?" he asked.

"not really hyung. but i'd love a pancake." he dared to look at him slightly, but blushed at what he saw.

his defined abs down to his v-line. "fuck" he cussed and cleared his throat to let go of the thought.

"okay. do you want me to cook f-"

"no! no.." taehyun jumped out of the bed as if he was on a rush and stood right in front of him, not minding if the other was fully dressed or naked. "i'll do it." he finally said.

beomgyu snorted. opening his big closet full of dark colored shirts and pants. "do you really think i'd poison you taehyun?"

the younger scratched the back of his head and nodded, slowly. "well.. yeah?"

beomgyu stopped and breathed. "sorry, if you feel like you're not safe with me anymore."

he widened his eyes from the words. well he didn't mean it that way. "hyung it's not like that."

"then what else?"

"hyung, let's not fight over this" his eyes were just as big as the moon as he stared at him, walking slowly.. until their foreheads brushed against one another.

and there, their eyes shut.

"taehyun?"

"hm?"

he smiled. "this calmed me down"

taehyun nodded and held both of his hands. "just know that i was made to calm you down, beomgyu hyung."

with that, he opened his eyes and was met with no one.

taehyun was gone.

again.

"taehyun" he gasped. his knees were shaking. "where are you?!" he started to panic and searched for him all around his room. he also ran inside his brother's room but no one was there.

"taehyun!" he shouted again but no one answered.

3 hours have passed and he was staring blankly at the paper in his clasp. the same paper he showed yeonjun telling him he was a friend.

there seen on the paper was a man.

a man that was drawn standing still with an abstract face, wearing his plain black shirt. "no" he breathed.

not a second before he heard a knock downstairs. he got up from his bed as he crumpled the paper and threw it right into the bin.

"hi!" a bubbly soobin greeted.

he waited for beomgyu to greet back but he just earned a smirk from him. he also gestured him to come inside.

"sorry i came unannounced." he spoke again, looking around inside as if it was his first time there.

"not a problem." beomgyu replied.

"i want to surprise your brother for his birthday." he smiled, flashing his dimple as he dropped the paper bag on the table.

seemed that he just went back from shopping all the cooking stuffs he needed.

"it's not 'tomorrow' yet." beomgyu said, walking straight to him and peeked inside the paper bag like a 3 year old kid who's looking for his lollipop.

"i know. that's why it's a surprise, beomgyu." he chuckled, patting his back in which the other quickly shrugged.

"don't touch me." he gritted but soobin just pinched his cheek and told him he was cute acting that way.

"so what do you wanna do, huh?"

"i wanna cook for dinner."

"want me to help?"

"no way beomgyu."

"why? come on i know how to cook."

"like what? poisoned pancakes?"

beomgyu stiffened. he finally realized that soobin's eyes were red all along. "w-what do you mean soobin?"

"don't drop the honorifics, beomgyu." he said, walking slowly to him. "soobin hyung, you mean?" he whispered in his ear but beomgyu just pushed him by his chest.

"what do you want?!"

"for you to call me hyung."

"fuck off."

"i heard you wanted to kill me?" soobin smirked devilishly wiping the knife with a clean kitchen towel.

"g-get out!"

"no. we're friends remember?" he walked straight to the kitchen counter and put on the apron.

beomgyu just stood there, watching the other cut everything with a knife in his hand in pure horror.

"h-hyung-" he finally spoke. he was so sure soobin heard his voice cracked.

"yeah?" he answered without looking at him.

"what's your favorite color?"

soobin stopped cutting the meat and raised his left eyebrow as if he was thinking hard. "dunno. i'll tell you if i thought of one." he winked and continued.