YEONGYU ONESHOTS

Jelly Beans Are Sweet, But You're Sweeter

Jeally beans are sweet but you are sweeter by Anti_Romantic on ao3

When Beomgyu had been assigned a collaborative songwriting project with a third year at the university, he really hadn't expected that their first weekend working together would go like this. He'd expected they'd actually get some work done, just as they'd done for the past few days. Instead, Choi Yeonjun (the appointed third year that he'd been randomly assigned to), had turned their last evening of song writing into a night out with the promise that they'd get some work done after- not that Beomgyu was complaining, even though they were now both more than a little bit drunk.

They were climbing what felt like the hundredth flight of steps to Yeonjun's apartment seeing as it had been the closest to the bar, and Beomgyu was having an awful lot of trouble getting Yeonjun up the stairs. After a certain point, his hyung had half given up walking, so Beomgyu currently had Yeonjun's arm draped across his shoulder while Yeonjun clung to him as they clambered up the stairs, both swaying slightly. Choi Yeonjun had been surprisingly easy to get along with, and they'd become friends within their short time of knowing each other. Yeonjun was far from the scary third year Beomgyu had expected, which was nice and all, except for the fact that on first sight, Beomgyu had almost openly gaped at how beautiful he was, and now, here they were, both a not so beautiful drunken mess.

"Carry me!"

"No!"

"Pretty please?"

"No!"

Beomgyu gritted his teeth as they made their way upwards. He wasn't even sure if this was the right way to Yeonjun's apartment or not, and his head felt heavy from all the alcohol.

"You're no fun! Put me down, my legs hurt!" Yeonjun whined, and before Beomgyu could do anything else, Yeonjun had sunk down onto the steps, halfway up the staircase, letting go of Beomgyu as he leaned against the wall, eyes half closed.

Beomgyu sighed, peering down at Yeonjun.

"Get your lazy ass up!" Beomgyu begged, trying to grab onto Yeonjun's hands to pull him back up, but the older swatted him away lazily.

"If you don't get up, I'll leave you here by yourself." Beomgyu said, now folding his arms, stomping his foot and making his best pouty face. He never thought that he'd meet someone who actually forced him to be mature, but here they were.

At his words, Yeonjun's eyes flew wide open, lips parted in shock.

"You'd leave me here on my own to die? You monster!" Yeonjun said, pointing his finger at Beomgyu accusingly, but from his slumped position on the stairs, he failed to produce the desired effect.

Beomgyu rolled his eyes.

"Baby!" Beomgyu teased, now grinning as Yeonjun lifted his hand to whip away a fake tear.

"You're so mean. Look what you've done, my eyes are leaking." Yeonjun fake sobbed, wiping away another fake tear even as the corners of his mouth twitched. He was clearly holding back his smile, but Beomgyu, whose drunken brain just didn't have the capacity to process correctly, suddenly felt a twinge of alarm and leaned forward, taking Yeonjun's hands away from his face in panic.

"No! Don't cry! I didn't mean it, you're not a baby, I'm the baby, ok?" Beomgyu said, and suddenly, Yeonjun's face transformed into a smile as he tugged Beomgyu down onto the step next to him, and Beomgyu went easily, sinking down onto the hard red carpet of the stairs.

"Yeah, that's right, you're the baby." Yeonjun murmured as he gently slapped Beomgyu's cheek with his hand.

"Baby, baby, baby Beomgyu-ah!" Yeonjun chanted, and with each word, he planted another light slap onto Beomgyu's cheek, and Beomgyu, too dazed to care much, only smiled stupidly at Yeonjun.