heart trap | beomjun / yeongyu

7

When Yeonjun hesitantly brings up a funny story from one of his dates a few days later, Beomgyu is able to exercise enough self-control to ask a few polite leading questions like any good friend would.

Acting normal is such a chore though, and he's not able to keep it up for long. Not because of any mental toll but because of the physical one—his head won't stop hurting no matter what he does or how much medicine he takes and his limbs feel like jelly every morning.

He keeps his hand over his heart half the time, willing it to stay inside his body, and while it listens, it feels like he's being punished for it. By himself and also everybody else who won't stop nagging at him like he's some kind of hospital patient.

At lunch, Yeonjun forces Beomgyu to sit in front of him so he could give him a massage while he eats. No amount of whining on Beomgyu's end gets Yeonjun to listen that he doesn't need it, and so he has no choice but to sit and allow Yeonjun to poke and prod at his muscles.

"Beomgyu-yah," Yeonjun chides. "Stop squirming."

"Sorry," Beomgyu murmurs, ducking his head. Yeonjun's fingers dig into his shoulder blades and he groans. "It feels weird."

"That's because you aren't trying to relax. You're so tense."

"I'm tense because it hurts!" Beomgyu complains.

"It wouldn't hurt if you would just relax—"

"How am I supposed to relax when you're smashing your fists into my back—"

"That's the relaxing part!"

"Guys," Soobin interrupts.

"Sorry," they say at the same time. Kai giggles.

They quiet down after that, or at least Beomgyu does, listening to Taehyun and Soobin chat while doing anything but focusing on how Yeonjun's fingers keep grazing over his nape. He suppresses a shiver with every movement, nails digging into his own thighs to keep himself under control. If Yeonjun notices, he keeps quiet.

Everywhere he goes, everything he does now makes him feel like a ticking time bomb. No matter how many times he tells the others not to worry, a little paranoid part of his brain nags at him that it's only a matter of time until his heart jumps out again and goes straight to Yeonjun. And then a voice that sounds suspiciously like Soobin points out Yeonjun will find out and then his life will be over either way.

Ugh.

He shuts his eyes and lowers his head, breathing in for four seconds and then exhaling for seven, over and over until Yeonjun's slow rubbing into his back begins to ease some of the tension in his muscles. His eyelids grow heavy, and even though he's sitting on a set of metal bleachers in the summer sun, it's an easy thing to zone out and forget about everything else going on around him.

"... didn't even notice, to be honest," Soobin says.

"You're such a loser, hyung," Kai giggles.

"Hey!" Soobin yells, and the noise shocks Beomgyu back to the present.

He blinks his eyes open, squinting against the bright light from the sun. Something heavy is in his hair, stroking down his scalp, and he looks over to find Yeonjun grinning at him.

"Have a nice rest, sleeping beauty?" Yeonjun teases, twirling Beomgyu's hair around his fingers.

Beomgyu flushes and shoves Yeonjun away, practically throwing himself in Taehyun's direction in his haste to get away from him. Yeonjun cocks a brow, amused, and allows Beomgyu to move. Beomgyu's mouth is dry like he was sleeping, and his eyes are slightly damp at the corners.