The next day rolled around faster than Beomgyu had anticipated. Before he knew it, he was already in his bathroom with Yeonjun right beside him, both preparing for Homecoming.
"Beom, does my hair look fine?" Yeonjun questioned as he touched up his hair with light flicks of his fingers in the mirror. The two were already in their suits, Yeonjun having opted for a royal blue one with silver accents.
"I think it looks fried if that's what you're asking me," Beomgyu cheekily answered, a teasing grin on his face. —The male was more focused on using makeup to touch up any imperfections on his skin.
The comment earned him a harsh slap on the shoulder.
Beomgyu only laughed. "No, but really, it looks fine, hyung. Don't worry," he said once his laughter had dimmed to a chuckle.
"Now what about me?" Beomgyu put the makeup down and spun on his heels, showing all angles of his outfit. He had to admit that Yeonjun did an amazing job with the entire thing. It looked even better than it did in the dressing room with the added accessories and extra styling. He loved the way the clothes fit snugly on his body and accentuated the predominant parts of his figure.
"Just as I envisioned.." Yeonjun sucked in a deep breath before letting it out in a squeal. "I did so good!"
"Hey.. my amazing body and looks did ninety percent of the work.. don't give yourself too much credit now..." Beomgyu was quick to remark, unsuccessfully humbling the elder.
Yeonjun only rolled his eyes, unaffected. "Whatever. If anyone asks, tell them you're wearing Choi Yeonjun tonight." The male flipped his non-existent hair and Beomgyu couldn't suppress a grimace.
"..Whatever that means in 'fashion people' terms..."
Beomgyu took to spraying his favorite floral-scented cologne on his body while Yeonjun went back into the younger male's room. Beomgyu took one last look at his outfit, making sure his hair was in the right place and his jewelry in the right orientation.
"The others said they've already made it to the dance, so hurry in there, Beom," he heard Yeonjun speak from the other room.
Beomgyu took a breath before turning around and switching the light to his bathroom off. "I'm ready when you are," he spoke when he emerged from the room. He slipped on his dress shoes as Yeonjun sprayed his perfume, both looking just about ready to leave. They soon grabbed their things and went downstairs.
Beomgyu's dad must've heard the two males clambering down the stairs because the second their feet hit the ground floor, the man was walking into the two boys' line of sight.
"Okay, I'll make this quick," he stated, pulling his phone from his pocket. "You two clean up quite nicely. Looking at you is almost like looking in the mirror, Beom." The man let out a soft chuckle, but anyone could see the glisten in his eyes.
The sight caused the corners of Beomgyu's lips to sag into a frown. "Dad.. don't make me start crying," he whined.
"I'm not crying," the man petulantly denied, the syllables of his words dragging.
"C'mon, Mr. Choi, I don't want our pictures to come out bad because you're too busy crying," Yeonjun lightheartedly teased.
The two other males in the room let out a laugh and Beomgyu's father quietly complied. He motioned for the two boys to get closer as he held his phone up to take a picture.
"Okay, first one," the man announced. The two boys posed, stuffing their hands into their pockets and taking on a more serious stature.
For the next one, Yeonjun enthusiastically laid an arm around Beomgyu's shoulders and wide smiles broke out on both of their faces.
When the pictures were taken, Yeonjun let his hands fall to his sides as he let out a sigh. "Feels like senior prom all over again," he inserted, his tone reminiscing.
"Ah, it does," Beomgyu replied, smiling over to the elder. "Only this time, we have actual dates instead of just each other."
They both chuckled at the significant memory and Beomgyu turned his head back toward his father. The man was looking fondly down at his phone, a somewhat sad expression adorning his face.
"Appa?" Beomgyu called out.
The man looked up from the device and the devastation in his eyes only intensified as he looked at his son. "Beomie-yah... You're an adult now..." he said as if he'd only just come to terms with the fact, his tone sulky.
Beomgyu's face softened. "Yeah? I technically have been for a while now.." he replied, his voice mirroring his father's. He didn't like to see the old man so upset. He looked empathetically at the man and took steps forward to hug him.
"It's okay, dad. We still have a while before I move out," he added humorously, a cheeky smile on his face.
The man grumbled, his expression swiftly changing from sulky to annoyed as he pushed his son off of him. Beomgyu only laughed in response.
"Well, we have to go now. Everyone is waiting for us to get there."
"Okay, you boys have fun," Beomgyu's father started as he ushered the two toward the door. "Do tell me how it goes —and text me if you're staying out late or don't plan on coming home tonight, okay?"
"I will, dad. See you."
"Bye, Mr. Choi!"
And with that, the two males were out of the house and walking to Yeonjun's car.
•••
Yeonjun pulled into the school's parking lot, his eyes searching for a specific gray car. Soon enough, he finds it with a conveniently empty spot beside it, and wastes no time before parking and turning his car off.
"You ready, Beomie?" He stared at the younger with twinkling eyes.
Beomgyu couldn't help the grin that spread across his face at the sight of his hyung's expression. "Yeah, hyung. Let's go."
Just as the two males got out of the car, the doors of the car beside them opened. Out came Soobin from the driver's seat, Hueningkai from the passenger's, and Taehyun from the backseat.
A flood of excitement rushed through Beomgyu's veins at the prospect of seeing his boyfriend all dolled up and pretty for the night, the almost blinding smile on his face doing nothing to hide the fact.
The group began walking toward where the dance would be held, Beomgyu naturally gravitating toward Taehyun.
"Hey, Tyun," he quietly greeted as he slid into the space next to the younger.
Taehyun turned his head toward Beomgyu, an angelic smile gracing his face. "Hey, Beomie." He took the initiative to intertwine their fingers as he spoke.
"Hey.." Beomgyu timidly whispered, his teeth snagging his bottom lip. "You look.. really good tonight.." A shy smile and red-tinted cheeks adorned his face. The words were honestly an understatement. Taehyun looked utterly ethereal under the moonlight. His glassy skin glistened and his makeup was done soft and natural, accentuating his features and intensifying his beauty. —Beomgyu fought himself not to focus too much on his pretty, plump, glossy lips.
"Thanks... You too, hyung." Taehyun's expression just about mirrored Beomgyu's as he spoke. "Really, really good." Taehyun's unoccupied hand came up to wrap around Beomgyu's bicep as he leaned his head on the elder's shoulder. And if the tint in Beomgyu's cheeks only intensified at the younger male's response, no one had to know. He only smiled and placed a kiss on the crown of Taehyun's head as they walked into the venue.
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Dare // Taegyu
Fanfiction"I dare you to go up to that dude and call him oppa." And Beomgyu isn't one to turn down a dare. Disclaimers -------------------- - short chapters - slight angst (?) - mentions + depictions of homophobia - swearing - completely for entertainment pur...
