Record Me | BEOMJUN

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The make up artist was now powdering Yeonjun's face while Beomgyu stood beside him, waiting for the make up session to be finished.

"Done! Good luck on your show," The make up artist says as she gave Yeonjun a warm smile. He gave her a wink as he said, "For you sweetie."

Beomgyu rolls his eyes in disgust, "Cut the crap and let's shoot, flirt."

The younger one walks out of the room which made the older one smirk and lick his lips, "He has gotten more feisty aye."

While recording, Beomgyu couldn't feel anything else but discomfort. He tried his best to stop his hands from shaking and just focus on recording and not on Yeonjun. He has to follow Yeonjun's every direction when he's performing. 

His fangirls were screaming and Yeonjun liked it.

As soon as he dances his final steps he lets out a wink and gave his fans one flirty but a quite attacking flying kiss before bowing, "Thank you! See you again!" He waves as he walks back on the back stage and gave himself an applause.

"Another successful comeback stage, Yeonjunnie!" The staffs congratulated him.

Yeonjun's eyes were searching for Beomgyu, a smile escapes from his plump lips as soon as he saw him going in the back stage. He wraps his hands around the younger's waist making Beomgyu stutter and gasp.

"W-what are you doing?" The younger one asks, his voice obviously trembling.

"How was my performance? You liked it, right?" Yeonjun winks and bites his lower lip, waiting for the black haired boy to response.

"You're an all time flirt, Choi Yeonjun."

"Oh come on, you were obviously trembling while recording me! Did I somehow... make your heart flutter once again?" He raises his brows up and down as he leans more towards the younger's tiny face.

Beomgyu blocks his face using both of his hands and pushes him away, "My heart? Flutter? Because of you? Nah-uh, nope. Not after what you've done to me," Beomgyu then walks away but Yeonjun quickly grabs his hand and pulls him inside his green room.

"What the fuck—"

Yeonjun turns around, his eyes glaring at the black haired boy in front of him.

"You still mad at me for leaving you 3 years ago?"

Beomgyu scoffs, "No, I'm over it. I don't care about you anymore."

Yeonjun takes a few steps to move closer to Beomgyu, "Then why'd you apply here? In this company? Where I work in?"

The younger one shrugs his shoulders, "I didn't know you worked here. I never heard anything about you since the day you left me."

"But you know that I didn't mean to leave yo—"

"Yeah, alright. No need to explain it, you've already done it. What's the use of explaining?" Beomgyu smirks and walks pass Yeonjun, but the older one grabs him by the waist and pushes him to the wall.

Yeonjun stares at the beauty in between his arms.

"You know that this is my dream."

"I know, and I'm glad you reached it."

"Then, why are you mad?!" Yeonjun's voice raised a bit making the younger one stutter.

"Because you fucking chose your dream over me and you left me when I really needed you beside me."