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Over And Over Again | TaeGyu

The chain of events that took place the night Beomgyu arrived in Paris, even though it was hard to admit, should be all blamed to him. It was all his fault, no one else.

It started right at the moment Beomgyu sleepily entered the elevator. With his limbs and better judgment has both seemingly turned into mush. He was tired, jetlag, and he wanted to collapse right there on the elevator without a care in the world if it's not allowed.

He feels like a drunken man swaying his way to his room when he did manage to arrive at his floor. The numbers on the doors are all looking really blurry to his eyes, but thankfully he found room 203 without a hitch. He pulled his suitcase inside and passed out on the bed seconds later.

When he woke up. Man, was he in for a big surprise.

Beomgyu stretched his arms over his head as the sunshine hit him straight in the face due to the open curtains. Why would he open the damn curtains when he hated sunlight like a vampire?

Wait a damn minute, he doesn't remember opening his curtains last night. In fact, he dove on the bed the moment he entered the room. Which also meant he must have left the door open because he never really checked it out.

Oh my god, has someone broke into his hotel room?

While Beomgyu was about to lose his mind thinking that there might be some burglar who got hold of his things last night, the other person in the room just got out of the shower (that Beomgyu didn't hear was running because he was stuck in his thoughts). When he spotted that Beomgyu was awake, his mouth upturned into a fond smile.

"Good morning, hyung." The person says. Pink hair still wet from the shower, a white towel wrapped around his waist exposing a toned upper body.

Beomgyu was pulled out of his panicking at the sound of that familiar voice. He only knew one person who sounded that beautiful.

"Taehyun..."

• • •

Fate could be such a bitch sometimes to be very honest. She has ways of making people meet under the most bizarre circumstances anyone could ever think of.

Apparently, Beomgyu had not in fact entered room 203 last night, but room 208. Which coincidentally was Taehyun's room, a friend he hasn't seen in person for 5 years now.

Honestly, Beomgyu still could not believe his eyes. He even considered the possibility of this all being just a long winded dream of his, but Taehyun is still standing there in front of him after explaining what had transpired the night before. No matter how Beomgyu try to trick himself, the younger was real.

Real and still very much half naked.

His cheeks colored as his thoughts seem to helplessly steer into the direction of Taehyun's biceps and his abs. Beomgyu looked away and cleared his throat. "Uh, can you get dressed first before we talk...please?"

Taehyun chuckled. A rare thing as Beomgyu remembered. Taehyun was the more stern one between them two when they were younger. Maybe he changed out of that quiet boy Beomgyu used to know him to be in highschool.

As Taehyun got dressed, Beomgyu also took this time to brush his teeth and try to compose himself inside the bathroom. His head was still pounding after all the revelations he had this early in the morning. Good gracious, if he was in Seoul right now he's sure he would either be on the studio completing a certain track or composing or in his bed sound asleep and wont be waking up until the next three hours.

But he was in Paris. Yeonjun had booked him the flight to force him out of the studio because he was beating himself too hard for an album that wasn't even due until three months later.