ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕, Beomjun

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When the two trudge into their home and discard their soggy shoes at the door, Beomgyu heads straight to the bathroom to wash and warm up too.

Yeonjun makes his way to his room, strips from his wet clothes, throws on a dressing gown so he isn't walking around naked; collects a fresh set of pyjamas for after he's washed up, and grabs two games he finds under his bed when rummaging for his misplaced slippers.

They did have plans to settle down, watch a movie, and work on their assignments while doing so, but Yeonjun's been a top procrastinator lately and nothing sounds better than a board game, Uno, and drinks.

He gathers everything into his arms, piling his stuff on top of each other and praying that if he drops something it's nothing expensive. Then he ambles over to the living room and pouts his stuff onto the sofa, setting the board game and Uno out on the coffee table.

With the games ready, laptop and etcetera received, Yeonjun decides to prepare some snacks. He picks up on Beomgyu's muffled singing from behind the heavy fall of water as he walks past the bathroom door, chuckling and smiling to himself.

Yeonjun thinks Beomgyu isn't that bad of a singer, sure he has his moments where he'll belt out a note too high for his range in a hyper fit of rage, but when he's taking it seriously Yeonjun thinks he has an emotional voice that resonates with people

The song Beomgyu was singing quickly gets stuck in his head and he finds himself humming to it or singing the words under his breath while preparing the snacks. It's mainly savoury foods like the cheese savoury chips Beomgyu loves, cocktails sausages he loves, and peanuts they both likely won't touch.

Beomgyu appears from out the bathroom as he places the bowled snacks on the coffee table and he shovels a few cocktail sausages in his mouth before turning to Yeonjun. "What's this?"

"Game night?" Yeonjun says like a request despite having already prepared everything, staring directly into Beomgyu's eyes.

He can't tell if Beomgyu notices his unnatural focus on his eyes but it's better than ogling his best friend who's stood with a towel wrapped around his waist, torso exposed, but Beomgyu hasn't brought it up so he assumes not. Yeonjun will be honest, he's been caught lacking before-his friend Soobin once caught him staring at his chest after a quick work out together, but he tries not to. He doesn't want to come off as weird, or make things awkward, but he's only a man!

Sometimes he slips up.

Beomgyu chuckles and nods his head in silent agreement, stealing a handful of the cheese savoury snacks before walking off towards his room.

"I'm going to wash up while you change!" he yells to his roommate's back in case he wonders where he's gone. Even though they'd both said they'd be showering after arriving home, given they've been out during a storm and were in need of a cleanse.

He retrieves his pyjamas from the pile he'd dumped on the sofa and goes into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. The room's all steamed up from Beomgyu's shower and the glass is all steamy, but he'll complain about that to Beomgyu later. Right now he wants to wash up, pretend to forget about his fake assignment worries-not completely fake but not what was on his mind earlier-and watch a movie. Or fall asleep, whatever comes first.

So, Yeonjun wipes the kitchen countertop, makes sure it's dry with some tissue, and then dumps his clothes onto the pile. He hopes the condensation won't soak them too now that he opened a window, instead of forgetting and leaving it shut which only allows the room to steam up.

.•° ✿ °•.

"What?!" Beomgyu exclaims, placing down his cards in a huff and grabbing the new shot he'd poured ready for whoever lost this round of Uno. "How do I keep losing?" He scoffs in amusement and throws back his shot, seething as the hot liquid burns the back of his throat.