Mixed Up | Yeonbin

17.5

a.n.

A little Taegyu moment because we need a break from whatever shenanigans Yeonjun had put Soobin through— well more like Yuna but still, Yeonjun still an asshole for not trying to listen to Soobin first, smh.

Anywayy hopee you'll enjoy this one— because I didn't proofread or did any error checks:3

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Beomgyu woke up to the familiar feeling of Taehyun's arm draped lazily over his waist, their bodies tangled in the mess of sheets.

He cracked open an eye and glanced down—yep, Taehyun was practically plastered to his side, face nuzzled into his neck. The sun was barely creeping through the curtains, but Beomgyu could already tell it was late morning.

He grinned, running a hand through Taehyun's messy hair, tugging gently. "Hey, you alive in there?"

"Mmm." Taehyun's voice was muffled against Beomgyu's skin, but the way he shifted even closer, legs tangling with Beomgyu's, told him all he needed to know.

Beomgyu let out a low chuckle. "You're like a koala, you know that?"

Taehyun, still half-asleep, responded by lazily pressing his lips against Beomgyu's neck. "And you're warm," he mumbled, barely audible, his breath hot against Beomgyu's skin.

The softness of Taehyun's lips lingering just a second too long made Beomgyu's heart skip a beat. Not that this was anything new. They were always like this—touchy, affectionate, a little too much sometimes, even in front of their friends. But behind closed doors? It can got a lot worse.

"You're gonna suffocate me," Beomgyu teased, though he made no move to push Taehyun off.

"Shut up." Taehyun's hand slid up under Beomgyu's shirt, cold fingers tracing the lines of his abs. "Comfy."

Beomgyu felt a shiver run through him, but he wasn't about to let Taehyun know he was winning this little game. "You're just using me for my body," he muttered dramatically, rolling his eyes as if he wasn't fully enjoying it.

Taehyun smirked, lifting his head slightly to meet Beomgyu's eyes. "And what if I am?"

"Oh?" Beomgyu raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips quirking up. "Are you admitting it?"

Taehyun's hand drifted lower, fingers tracing the waistband of Beomgyu's shorts. His expression was innocent, but the look in his eyes was anything but. "You're still here, aren't you?"

Beomgyu's breath hitched for a second, but he quickly recovered, smirking back. "Touché."

With one swift movement, he flipped them over, pinning Taehyun beneath him. Taehyun let out a surprised gasp, but it quickly turned into a soft laugh as Beomgyu hovered above him, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"You're way too smug for someone who's basically my personal space heater," Beomgyu quipped, leaning down to press a teasing kiss to Taehyun's lips.

Taehyun didn't miss a beat, kissing back, his hands already sliding up Beomgyu's back, nails grazing the skin there in that way that made Beomgyu's brain short-circuit for a second.

"Maybe you just like it," Taehyun murmured against his lips, pulling Beomgyu even closer until their bodies were flush against each other.

"Maybe," Beomgyu whispered back, but his voice was already low, a bit breathier. He deepened the kiss, slow but deliberate, his hand tangling in Taehyun's hair as their lips moved together, more needy now, more desperate.

Taehyun made a soft sound, one that always drove Beomgyu crazy. His hands slid lower, resting on Beomgyu's hips, thumbs hooking into his waistband and pulling him even closer. Beomgyu grinned into the kiss, knowing exactly what Taehyun was doing—teasing him, winding him up like he always did.

"God, you're impossible," Beomgyu muttered, pulling back for a split second before diving back in, lips crashing against Taehyun's with a kind of urgency that made his heart race.

Taehyun only smirked against his lips. "But you love it."

Beomgyu groaned, rolling his hips slightly, making Taehyun gasp again. "You're lucky I do."

Before Taehyun could fire back with another smart comment, Beomgyu leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, down his neck, savoring the way Taehyun's breath hitched with each touch. He nipped at his collarbone, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to leave a mark—a little reminder for later.

"Gyu..." Taehyun's voice was breathy now, hands fisting the sheets beneath them.

Beomgyu paused, lips hovering just over Taehyun's, their breaths mingling. "What?" he teased, eyes dancing with amusement. "Too much?"

Taehyun shot him a look, somewhere between exasperation and desire. "Shut up and kiss me, idiot."

Beomgyu chuckled softly, but he didn't need to be told twice. He closed the gap, lips meeting Taehyun's again, this time rougher, more intense. They kissed like they were trying to drown out everything else in the world—the drama with Soobin, the stress of school, all the complicated shit in their lives. Right now, it was just the two of them, tangled up in each other, and nothing else mattered.

Beomgyu felt Taehyun's hand slip under his shirt again, fingers cold against his skin, but the heat between them was all-consuming. Taehyun's lips moved with a kind of hunger that made Beomgyu's head spin, his hands roaming everywhere they could reach.

"I'm starting to think you really are just using me," Beomgyu breathed out between kisses, though there was no complaint in his tone.

Taehyun only grinned up at him, lips red and swollen from their kiss. "Maybe I am. What are you gonna do about it?"

Beomgyu laughed softly, pressing his forehead against Taehyun's. "Guess I'll just have to make it worth your while."