heart trap | beomjun / yeongyu

10

Once Beomgyu's heart is safely back in his chest, Yeonjun excuses himself to go to the bathroom. Beomgyu flops onto his stomach, hides his face in a pillow, and screams. The couch is covered in blood but he's used to it.

He can't even begin to form a coherent thought. Yeonjun likes him. No, in Yeonjun's own words, Yeonjun loves him. And he knows that Beomgyu loves him too now. Does this mean they're dating? God, how long has Yeonjun had feelings for him? Could they have been dating one year ago? Even longer than that?

"I can hear your thoughts from here." The couch dips beside Beomgyu. "You know you're lying in a pool of blood?"

"I know," Beomgyu says, muffled. He squeals and sits up when Yeonjun slaps his ass. "Hey!"

"Sorry, it was right there," Yeonjun snickers. "Oh my god, Gyu, you're fucking drenched in blood."

"So are you," Beomgyu huffs, poking Yeonjun's chest. There's no saving either of their clothing. Usually a few runs in the wash with some magical cleaner can get the blood out, but it would take so many rounds to get all of it out that it'd cost a fortune.

"You can wear some of my clothes on the way back, else people will think you literally killed someone," Yeonjun says. And then coughs, "Or I can drive you back." He pauses. "... Or you can just stay here and we can have breakfast together."

"I didn't think you were planning on kicking me out." That would be an abrupt ending to all of this. He covers his mouth with his hand and laughs, eyes closing.

"That would be awkward, I agree," Yeonjun says. He goes quiet and Beomgyu opens one eye to see his lips pursed, fingers drumming against his thigh. "You really like me?"

"You're asking me that?" Beomgyu is so close to crying that he's about to start laughing as a panic response. "Hyung, you're the only person my heart has come back to multiple times."

Yeonjun smiles. "That is a pretty big honour, huh?"

"Don't look so smug," Beomgyu huffs. He picks at his nails, hoping that the blood smeared on his face hides his blush. Though he's almost always blushing around Yeonjun.

"Sorry," Yeonjun says, not sounding sorry at all. "But I meant, like... do you like me enough to..."

"To?"

"You know..." Yeonjun gestures vaguely. "Date?"

"Ask and find out," Beomgyu says, batting his lashes, unable to hold back from teasing.

Yeonjun scowls at him, but sits up straighter and diligently plays along. He even pretends to be nervous, playing with his sleeve. "Will you go out with me?"

Beomgyu's attempts at holding back his bright smile fail and he bursts into laughter, hugging Yeonjun close. There's blood drying on both of their chests and Beomgyu's head is beginning to give the telltale signs of a migraine and he's fucking tired from running all he way here, but god, he's so happy. "I'd like that."

--

"Ten bucks," Soobin says to Taehyun when Beomgyu and Yeonjun walk into lunch holding hands.

"Fuck you," Beomgyu says. "Hyung! You didn't actually bet on us getting together, did you?"

"It wasn't my idea." Soobin jabs his thumb in Taehyun's direction. Taehyun whistles, hands behind his back. "It was his."

Beomgyu gasps, hand over his heart. "Taehyunnie!"

"I thought it was free money," Taehyun says.

"What did you two even bet on?" Yeonjun asks.

"I said you guys would get together this month," Soobin says. "He said you two would never get together without our intervention and we would all continue to suffer."

Beomgyu gasps even harder this time. "Taehyunnie!"

"Listen, you guys have been so obviously in love with each other for like five years and nothing ever happened. Nobody can blame me for not believing in you two," Taehyun says, lifting his chin.

Beomgyu pouts, giving Taehyun his best kicked puppy expression, but Taehyun stays steadfast and gives him a look that says you know I'm right.

"Does this mean your heart thing is over?" Kai pipes up, mouth full of rice.

"I think so," Beomgyu says, though he's not entirely certain. He's never met someone with a 'blessing' like his. Most of them are so good people want to keep them forever. Beomgyu's the exact opposite. "That would make sense. If it was trying to set me up with people..."

"Also, uh, we kind of need your help cleaning up all the blood." Yeonjun rubs the back of his neck. "We'll pay you."

"Ew," Soobin comments unhelpfully, as if he isn't the person who's seen Beomgyu bleed out the most. What a drama queen.

"You don't need to pay me," Kai giggles. "My payment is that we no longer have to listen to you two whine about each other."

"It wasn't that bad," Yeonjun mutters.

"Trust me, it really was," Taehyun says.

"You know, I was thinking," Kai says, and Soobin mumbles an oh no in the background which Kai generously ignores, "how does it get around? Has anyone ever actually seen it leave his body?"

"I've always wondered that too," Soobin hums, tapping his foot. "Maybe it grows legs."

Yeonjun rolls his eyes. "There is no way it grows legs. That makes no sense."

"How else would it get around? By rolling? I think Soobin hyung is right." Taehyun bumps fists with Soobin.

"Rolling makes more sense than legs!" Yeonjun shouts.

"Settle down, kids," Beomgyu says, waving his hands to cut them off. That gets everybody to glare at him specifically, and he giggles. "Let's agree to disagree. It's not like we'll ever find out the answer."

"True," Soobin says. "The important part here is that we're free of your guys' whining about each other."

Beomgyu crosses his arms. "Why do you think we're going to stop talking about each other now that we're together? Now you have to listen to us talk about being in love. Isn't that even worse?"

Nothing brings him more joy in life than Soobin's look of horror—nothing except for the way Yeonjun wraps his arm around his waist and kisses his temple, laughing along with him.