Here We Go Again - Beomgyu x Yeonjun

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Beomgyu snapped his eyes open as he heard a phone start to ring for the third time in a row. He tried his best to ignore it because the last thing he wanted to do was talk to someone right now but whoever keeps calling him must have something important to say.

Without turning around, Beomgyu slung his arm behind him and grabbed his phone. When he looked at it nobody was calling him, yet he could still hear a phone going off.

Beomgyu immediately sprung up, covers flying everywhere, and instantly regretted doing so. Due to the excessive drinking he did last night he was definitely hung over and his head was killing him. He covered his face and groaned in pain as he heard a second groggy voice curse.

Beomgyu slowly lowered his hands and saw a half asleep Yeonjun sitting at his desk chair and silencing his phone.

"What the hell?" Beomgyu scowled. Yeonjun let out a nervous chuckle. "Don't laugh at me. When I said get the fuck out of my bakery, I didn't mean to come to my god damn house instead!"

Yeonjun raised his hands, "Hey, you gave me permission to take you home last night."

"Don't raise your voice your voice at me my head hurts!"

"The only one yelling right now is you."

Beomgyu groaned and laid back down in his bed as he contemplated his life decisions. He tried to recall the events of last night the best he could. Beomgyu was at Soobin's house, the bitch came over and ruined everything so he went home- he doesn't even remember running into Yeonjun, "How do I know that's true?"

"What?" Yeonjun looked at him confused.

"That I let you take me here," he sat back up and waved his hands around, "How could I know you're not here plotting my demise or something."

"Beomgyu, respectfully," Yeonjun tilted his head, "how could I have gotten into your house when you and Senior Choi are the only two with the key?"

Beomgyu glared at him, "Don't speak on my late grandfather's name so casually."

Yeonjun widened his eyes, "Oh I'm sorry- I wasn't aware."

"It's fine I just," Beomgyu grabbed his head with one hand and pointed to the drawer at the desk Yeonjun was at with the other, "Can you see if there's any pain meds in there?" Yeonjun opened the drawer and quickly spotted a small white bottle. He threw it to Beomgyu and the younger boy just barely caught it, "Thanks."

"So if you don't mind me asking," Yeonjun paused as he waited for Beomgyu to take a sip of water from one of the half empty bottles on his nightstand, "Who owns the bakery now?" Beomgyu pointed to himself and Yeonjun gasped, "But you're so young!"

"It was in his will," Beomgyu shrugged.

"I see," Yeonjun scanned the room before looking down at his phone and checking the time. He was definitely late for his shift today and normally he would freak out but today he feels calm. Either way he probably should head out to try to minimize the yelling when he arrives, "Well I think I'm gonna go."

"Okay."

The older boy was headed for the door when he stopped and turned back around to face Beomgyu who just raised a brow at him.

"Would you maybe want to exchange numbers again?" Yeonjun asked as he walked to the bed and Beomgyu frowned, "Not in a weird way I just thought since I'm gonna be in town for a while it may be nice to catch up a bit and try to be civil with each other."

Beomgyu shook his head no.

"You can think of it as a way to pay me back for driving you home last night," Yeonjun half joked.