"Hey, babe," Wooyoung greeted Yeonjun with a wink, completely ignoring Beomgyu's presence.
Beomgyu suppressed a sigh as he watched the exchange, already bracing himself for the impending drama.Yeonjun's expression remained impassive as he stepped aside to let Wooyoung into the apartment, his eyes flickering briefly towards Beomgyu as if to gauge his reaction.
Wooyoung's gaze lingered on Beomgyu for a moment, a smug smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "And who might this be?" he asked, his tone dripping with insincere charm.
Beomgyu raised an eyebrow at the thinly veiled insult, his annoyance simmering beneath the surface. "I'm Beomgyu," he replied, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Yeonjun's roommate."Yeonjun shot Beomgyu a warning glance, silently urging him to play nice, but Beomgyu merely rolled his eyes in response.
Undeterred by Beomgyu's dismissive attitude, Wooyoung sauntered further into the apartment, his eyes raking appreciatively over Beomgyu's form.
"Well, well, well," he purred, his tone oozing with faux admiration. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"
Beomgyu resisted the urge to gag at Wooyoung's transparent attempt at flirting, his patience wearing thin as he exchanged a knowing look with Yeonjun.
Yeonjun, for his part, remained strangely silent, his expression unreadable as he watched the interaction unfold.
With a resigned sigh, Beomgyu rose from the couch and made his way towards the door, intent on escaping the suffocating atmosphere."I'll leave you two to catch up," Beomgyu said, his tone laced with thinly veiled sarcasm. "I have better things to do than play third wheel."
As Beomgyu left the apartment, the atmosphere shifted, leaving Yeonjun and Wooyoung alone in the wake of his departure. Yeonjun watched with a mixture of apprehension and amusement as Wooyoung's gaze lingered on Beomgyu's retreating figure, a glimmer of something akin to admiration sparkling in his eyes.
"Wow," Wooyoung breathed, his voice filled with genuine awe. "Your roommate is... something else."
Yeonjun's lips twitched with amusement at Wooyoung's obvious infatuation, but he remained silent, allowing the moment to unfold.
Wooyoung turned his attention back to Yeonjun, his expression a curious mixture of confusion and fascination.
"I didn't realize you had such... exquisite taste," he remarked, his tone tinged with a hint of jealousy.
Yeonjun shrugged nonchalantly, masking the turmoil churning beneath the surface. "He's just my roommate," he replied casually, though his words rang hollow even to his own ears.
Wooyoung's eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of suspicion crossing his features. "Just your roommate, huh?" he repeated, his tone teasing but tinged with something darker.
Yeonjun bristled at the implication, his defenses rising instinctively. "Yes, just my roommate," he asserted, though his voice lacked conviction.
The tension between them hung heavy in the air, thick with unspoken questions and unresolved emotions. Yeonjun and Wooyoung, caught in a tangled web of desire and insecurity, found themselves on the brink of a confrontation neither of them was ready to face.
But before the moment could escalate any further, Yeonjun's phone buzzed with an incoming call, breaking the spell that had bound them together.
With a muttered apology, Yeonjun turned away to answer the call, leaving Wooyoung alone with his thoughts.
As he listened to Yeonjun's muffled conversation, Wooyoung's gaze drifted back towards the door, where Beomgyu had disappeared only moments before.
And as he watched, a strange sense of longing washed over him, mingling with the jealousy and desire that had consumed him since the moment he laid eyes on Beomgyu.
"Anyways.." Yeonjun began with a sweet smile, "Let's break up"
"huh? But..." Wooyoung sighed. " ok fine call me if you change your mind."
