𝔂𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝔂𝓾 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

Updates r the worse

It had been a significant time since Yeonjun hyung and I last went live together. The anticipation from MOA was palpable, evident in their daily countdowns and fervent requests for the exact date, hoping to clear their schedules accordingly.

It was amusing.

I found it genuinely amusing.

The way fans shipped us and rooted for us to date—it wasn't that I disliked the idea. It just felt... different. Because our relationship was unique. Perfect. We complemented each other like two puzzle pieces fitting seamlessly together.

We understood each other so deeply that I couldn't imagine any other type of connection between us. Yeonjun hyung and I were fantastic together. But he could be so playful, sometimes even more carefree than me, and I'm no stranger to silliness. Yet Yeonjun hyung took it to another level.

Take now, for instance. We were live in front of MOA, finally back after a hiatus of 678 days or so. And there he was, teasing me and goofing around as if we were filming a comedy sketch.

Sometimes, I felt like the older one, which made me feel ancient at 23, especially with Yeonjun hyung turning 26 soon. That's practically ancient in his books.

"Alrighty! Let's read some comments!"

"Omg! U guys look so cute together!! Are you guys dating!!???"

"When is your new album coming out?"

"Oh, 'CHIKAI' is coming out soon!" I replied, sticking to the safe script.

Glancing over at Yeonjun hyung, I couldn't help but shake my head with a fond smile.

"Look, Beomgyu!" he exclaimed, clearly more fascinated with the features of the livestream app than with answering questions. "There are so many new things on Weverse! I can turn off the camera—oops, it's on again!"

He was such a child sometimes.

But it was endearing.

And cute.

Just a bit, though.

"And now, I think it's time to wrap up the live session," Beomgyu announced, feeling the weariness settling in as he glanced over at Yeonjun. From the look exchanged between them, Yeonjun understood, as he always did. They had a natural rhythm, a perfect understanding born from their deep friendship.

"Hello, Yeonjun! I'm your wife!" Beomgyu chuckled, sharing a fan's humorous comment and lightly tapping Yeonjun's arm in jest.

"Oh, my wife? Wow!" Yeonjun responded with a grin, playing along with the banter.

we continued chatting for a while longer, discussing trivial matters like shaving techniques. i slipped up with a comment about smoothness, a remark i immediately regretted upon reflection. Such inadvertent slips often sparked a flurry of comments and reactions, despite "Yeonbin" being the most established ship within TXT's fanbase. Interestingly, "Yeongyu," their fans' playful moniker for Beomgyu and Yeonjun, was steadily gaining popularity—a testament to the enduring fascination with their close friendship.

"Alright, guys!! See you next time!" Yeonjun's voice interrupted Beomgyu's thoughts, signaling the end of the livestream.

"Right! We'll aim to go live sooner next time!! Haha, okay, bye!"

"Alright!" Yeonjun responded cheerfully, concluding the session with a few playful gestures toward the laptop they used.

"Beoms, I think it's ended!" Yeonjun remarked, drawing Beomgyu's attention.

"What do you mean 'you think'?"

"Well, ever since the app update, it's been harder to keep track! It took me 10-20 minutes just to start the livestream!"