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Beomgyu smiled as soon as he finished singing the last line of lyrics of his song, lights scorching the skin of his face, under the layer of foundation. He felt the fabric of his shirt sticking to his back, sweat making everything unbearably hot. Luckily, the lights turned off in that moment, while he still could hear the loud cheers past his ear-ons. Quickly, he ran to the hidden stairs a few meter from the stage, being greeted by his staff, who offered him a towel and a bottle of water. Opening it, he chunk down the half of it in two long gulps, as he passed through the mess of cables on the floor to reach his dressing room.
His face felt like melting and he had probably brushed off half of his make up in his way there, but everything disappeared for a second in the moment he sat down in the small couch that it was there. His body ached, partly because he had been practicing for too long the day before and partly because he had only eaten in the early morning. But his rest only lasted a few glorious seconds before one of the stylists noonas made her way to start undressing him, silently asking him for his cooperation. Beomgyu wished he could just go home, lay down in his bed and sleep until next Monday. But sighing, he stood up, unbuttoning his wet shirt and shivering at the feeling of a towel brushing off all the sweat of his back.
“How was it?” He asked, as they put another shirt on him. Someone could think that after so many year, he would be a little more used to this. Not really. It still make him a little uncomfortable that other people put his clothes or did his make up. Still, he sat down and put on his best puppy eyes as other of the noonas scolded him because he had ruined his make up. Once more, he promised he would be more careful next time as she shook her head with a smile, before applying more foundation on it.
“You did good, but now you have… 5.5 minutes to go back to the ceremony before they announce Album of the Year.” Trying to not close his eyes while they worked on it, he exhaled loudly, pouting. He really wanted to go home, eat something and get in bed for two days. Maybe break his diet and eat some (more like a whole kilogram) of chocolate until his stomach hurt. “So let’s go.” Waiting until his hair was finished, he took a last look of himself in the big mirror. He looked dazzling, flawless as always.
Pretty, perfect like a doll.
His trademark.
Perfection. He had to look perfect, be perfect.
Smiling to himself in the mirror, he put on the jacket one of the stylists was offering to him before following his manager out and back to the show. The way was pretty long and in his way, he greeted a lot of other idols he had met through the years, all of them greeting him back, all smiles and politeness. Beomgyu just wished that he could find Yeonjun or Soobin, at least to not sit alone, but once more he had forgotten to text them. Too immersed in his thoughts, he didn’t noticed when someone got in his way, colliding loudly against them. Cursing, he desperately gripped at whoever it was, panic raising easily up his throat as he felt himself falling back. A strong arm around his waist stabilized him and Beomgyu opened his eyes, lips already parted to mutter a sincere ‘thanks’ when his eyes found a couple of really, well known eyes.
Now he really would rather have fallen miserably to the floor.
In front of him, almost same height, messy silver hair, that smug smirk of his letting show a white line of pointy teeth, strong muscled arm still around his waist, was his self declared arch-nemesis, stupid, witty, talented, handsome Kang Taehyun. Oh god, how much Beomgyu hated Taehyun.
And he would say it wasn’t personal, that it was because of sales, of wins, healthy competition. But damn fuck, it was personal.
“You can’t see me without throwing yourself at my arms, Choi?”
It was fucking personal.
“As if I wanted to be close to you.” He hissed back, not really wanting to keep talking to him and pushing himself back to freed from his arm. Taehyun snorted, eyes still fixed on him as he started to walk.
“Maybe you should, that way you’d learn to make a stage which wasn’t so boring.” The dark haired stopped in his tracks immediately, turning around as calmly as he could.
“What did you say?” Beomgyu was trying his literally best to not throw himself and choke the younger. It would be a little useless, but he would like to try anyway.
“I’m pretty sure you heard me, Beomgyu-ssi.”
“Well, some of us don’t need to be showing off our bodies to sell, Taehyun-ssi.” The older saw his smirk faltering for a split second that it tasted like glory for a spare second.
“Of all the people, I wouldn’t expect you to be a moralist, precisely.” The silver haired got a step closer to him and he just leaned slightly closer to his ear. “Considering… You know, the questionable things you like to do in backstage’s bathrooms.” Beomgyu froze in his place for a second. Just for a second because the next thing he realized he was doing was pushing Taehyun against the wall before his manager got him.
“At least I can do what I want!” He spitted, furiously.
“I’m sure you couldn’t survive a single day in my life, you…!”
“I’m pretty sure it’s way easier when others make your songs!” That seemed to end the conversation as his manager dragged him forcefully as he tried to freed himself. He was so fucking tired of Taehyun and having to coincide with him in every single show, award, ceremony, everything. Couldn’t him just disappear? Evaporate?
What an amazing way to start the night.
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He didn’t see Yeonjun or Soobin until the end of the night as he got into the backstage with three awards in his hands. He was still in a bad mood though, and that was the state in which he encountered with Yeonjun.
“So, what happened this time?” The older was brushing off his hair back, looking at him with the question in his eyes. Beomgyu knew he couldn’t avoid the topic for too long, but yes, he would die trying.
“Happened with what?” He tried to put his best confused face, but in the end, he was sure his hyung wasn’t buying it.
“Did you two really made out in the hallway, like everyone is saying?” Color drained from Beomgyu’s face in a second, stomach curling in anxiety and maybe his nervousness was too much, because Yeonjun added quickly. “Okay! I was joking… Breathe, you look constipated and that’s not pretty.” With one long finger he poked the tip of his nose, making him scrunch it cutely.
“It wasn’t fun!” He said pouting, squeezing the three awards in his arms. “We just… Kinda fought?”
“You two should kinda fuck so you both get ridden of that stupid sexual tension that it makes us all uncomfortable at this point.” The younger looked like he had said the biggest nonsense of the world. “Don’t look at me like that, you should have thought about it before telling me what actually happened between you two.”
At that point, he could do nothing but to blush, maybe hate himself a little too. “It was a mistake, that was what it is.”
“I remember you pretty content after-” Beomgyu hit his arm lightly, just to get him to shut up, there was still too many people around. “Okay, okay. We should have lunch tomorrow, me and Soobin miss you.”
“Comeback has been insane, but I think I can muster some energies to get out of bed… If not, I give you permission to come to my place and drag me out of bed yourself, hyung. Better?” He said almost rolling his eyes.
“Better!” Yeonjun said cheerfully. Of course he was waiting to be able to do that. “Go to bed early and try to not get in another fight, please. Also, be ready in case that it filters, but lucky you, seems none was recording when it happens.”
“Thanks for the support!” The younger said, voice laces with irony. “I will see you tomorrow, I just wanna crash in bed.”
“At lunch time! Otherwise, you know what it will happen.”
After it, he had nothing to do but tweet his thanks to his fans in the van way back home. Promising to do a live next day, he let his head fall back, closing his eyes and trying to not fall asleep, a dull ache on his lower stomach that made him whine softly. Saying goodbye to the staff, he got into his apartment almost dragging his feet, throwing his shoes and his bag without really looking, just taking his phone to bed.
For the moment he reached his bed, after washing his face and changing clothes, his eyes were closing by themselves. So, without putting his phone to charge, Beomgyu fell asleep, burying his face on a pillow.
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Beomgyu could feel his body growing hot in the small space in which him and Taehyun were in. A bathroom stall, really. Of all the places, what was he thinking? Of course he wasn’t thinking, he had a recording in like twenty minutes, of course he wasn’t thinking.
‘Wow, you think too loud, don’t you think?’ A soft velvety voice brushed against his ear, making him shudder, hands squeezing the fabric of the younger’s shirt.
‘You’re not doing a good job in making me stop thinking…’ He replied, barely finishing before his lips were assaulted again and yes, that was way better. Taehyun’s body was pinning him against the cold wall and his hands were squeezing all over him in a way that was surely going to bruise. It wasn’t like he minded. Impatiently, Beomgyu parted his lips, letting his tongue touch the other’s lips with a smirk as he welcomed him in his mouth, the touch starting to make him feel wet all over, moaning against their connected lips.
One of his hands made their way up, slender fingers tangling in the vibrant red strings of his hair, kissing the smaller hungrier, letting press himself harder against his body and feeling him hard. It made him feel a little nervous, he wasn’t sure if he could trust Taehyun, not in that sense. It was his hand moving up his thigh and squeezing it roughly, too close between his legs, something that it made him go and press the panic button in his mind, gripping at the smaller’s arm and pushing it away. They looked at each other, Beomgyu could feel his swollen lips and the blush over his cheeks. He could see how the red haired was opening his mouth, probably to ask him what was wrong, a question that Beomgyu really didn’t want to answer so, before he could even say one word, he pushed him until his back touched the other side of the stall, and dropping to his knees.
A little humiliating, if you asked him. After all, he was Choi Beomgyu, top soloist, Korea’s sweetheart. But as Taehyun tangled his fingers on his hair, his own fingers working on his belt, he thought that he didn’t really mind acting like a cheap whore for him, sank down on his knees in a dirty bathroom stall.
Every other thought was completely erased as he dragged down the younger’s underwear, half hard dick in front of his eyes and he didn’t even waste a single second before using one of his hands to hold it and lick over the head, his eyes looking up as he moved his tongue over the slit. The hand on his hair tightened and he could hear a groan slipping through Taehyun’s kissed lips, which encouraged him to take him in his mouth. It was somehow glorious, to hear the younger moan as he sucked him off, eyelashes fluttering shut as he took him deeper and deeper, feeling it in the back of his throat. Slowly, he opened his eyes, breathing through the nose, meeting Taehyun dark eyes as he sucked back off, dragging his tongue following a vein until he only had the head between his pink, wet lips. He sucked around it, tasting the precum on his tongue, swallowing the spit collecting on his tongue before talking.
‘Are you gonna fuck my mouth or do I have to say please?’
‘I’d like to hear it.’ Taehyun’s voice sounded rough, laced with lust. Beomgyu decided in that exact moment that it was something he wanted to keep hearing.
‘It’s not happening soon, but good try…’ He teased, his own voice a little rough. ‘Take it or…’
Seems that the younger didn’t need more than those words because the second after it, he was tugging at Beomgyu’s hair roughly, forcing his mouth open almost uncomfortably before shoving his cock inside, leaving him breathless for a moment, relaxing his throat as he let the red haired use him as a fleshlight, knees starting to ache. Everything was too hot, he could feel his eyes filling with tears as he tried to look up, meet the dark, intense eyes as his throat got abused over and over. Slowly, he moved a hand between his legs—
A blasting sound make him jump in his bed, confused and hot. He turned around, finding himself covered to the head between the sheets, trying to look for the source of the annoying sound, finding his cellphone on the nightstand. Blindly, he pressed the screen until it turned off, groaning loudly. In which moment did he set an alarm in first place? Was he that sleepy last night to forget about it? Maybe he had been in his senses and do it to avoid Yeonjun to do something terrible to him… But the temptation of going back to sleep was too big, so, extending his hand again, he took his phone to check the hour in the screen.
A screen he didn’t recognized. Beomgyu felt suddenly awake as he noticed that, indeed, it wasn’t his phone neither.
Unwrapping himself from the covers, he stood up nervously in the dark. It was still 6am, too early for him to wake up. Walking backwards, as silent as he could, anxiety bubbling in his chest terribly, he collided with a desk, hearing a couple things falling to the floor, next to his feet. The panic raised like acid through his throat because, in first place, he didn’t have a desk on his room.
Where were he? Was he kidnapped? How could he not noticed? Maybe someone drugged him? He asked himself over and over as he tried to find his way in the dark, what if someone had heard and came for him? Luckily, he found a door, opening it and finding himself in a bathroom when he turned the light on, making his eyes burn with the intensity of it. Beomgyu closed the door behind him, locking it and cursing at himself for not bringing the phone with him. Fucking idiot, oh god. He was surely about to cry when his eyes caught a glimpse of a figure he couldn’t recognize, turning immediately to confront it.
He wasn’t ready to confront it, definitely.
Because it couldn’t simply be possible. Because…
Beomgyu laughed and the sound that came from his mouth was definitely not his laugh and he was looking at himself but it was DEFINITELY not him. It was not him, and no, he had to be dreaming because yeah, maybe having a wet dream with Kang Taehyun of all people must had messed with his head and now he was dreaming he was him and it was so fucking hilarious, right?
And now, he guessed that he only had to wake up? What should we do? Just wait until it happened? Maybe pinching his arm — Taehyun’s arm— to wake up? So, he did exactly that, just to whine in a voice that wasn’t his in pain, before rubbing it to easy the pinching sensation.
What the fuck.
He was still there.
Starting to panic again, he opened the door, throwing himself to the nightstand almost blindly, grabbing the phone there. He pressed all the buttons on the side, screen turning on and showing a picture of a cat. “How the fuck I unlock this?” Beomgyu mumbled to himself, pressing the screen again and noticing the fingertip in the lower part. Putting his right thumb of it, the phone vibrated showing a ‘Fingertip doesn’t match’. What the hell these android phones, they were a damn nightmare. He was about to cry once more when the thing finally worked and it showed a home full of icons in miniature, notifications popping up on top of it nonstop. With shaky hands he opened all the folders trying to find the ‘phone’ icon. Who the fuck had so many apps, there was no way only one person could use them all!
Without realizing, he touched the middle of the screen, minimizing all the hell of apps to show, Beomgyu supposed, real homescreen. He was welcomed by a widget of the weather, another showing the wireless earphones that should be around. A shortcut for Kakaotalk, Melon, Twitter and finally! Phone calls. And he was about to open it, just before he paid real attention to the picture in the background. Maybe, indeed, he was still dreaming, for sure.
There was no way that Kang Taehyun had a picture of Choi Beomgyu as his background.
Okay, maybe it was his subconscious, this wasn’t real anyway. This wasn’t real.
Dialing his own phone wasn’t as hard and he really hoped it was the same number from, you know, real life. But as the tone sounded once and over again, he started to get nervous that none would pick up. But someone did, and this someone… Was that his voice?
‘Hello?’ His voice asked and god, it was so damn weird.
“Hello?” He asked back nervously, not really knowing what to do. “Who is this?”
‘I’m Kang Taehyun, how did you get this number?’ Oh no. Oh no.
“Shit.” Was the only thing he could say. This couldn’t be happening. Maybe he was going crazy.
‘Who is this?’ The voice repeated, taking Beomgyu out of his thoughts.
“Well… It’s Beomgyu and honestly, uhm…” How could explain it without sounding crazy as fuck?
‘And why are you calling? To apologize?’ His own voice said and he rolled his eyes.
“No fucking idiot, I think you still haven’t realized something. Are you this stupid even in my dreams?” Beomgyu screamed at the phone and Taehyun’s voice filled his ears and it was simply so weird.
‘Why do you… sound so like me…?’
“Look, I know this might be fucking insane and please don’t cut the call but… I think you haven’t noticed that…”
‘WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? WHERE AM I?’ Beomgyu winced, putting the phone away from his ear at the scream.
“I think… I think you’re in my apartment…” The older could hear the sheets in the background and some messy steps.
‘What am I doing here? Where the fuck are you? This is not fucking funny.’ He really wanted to laugh at Taehyun’s words and maybe he did a little as he ran one of his —Taehyun’s— hands over his —Taehyun’s— hair.
“No really, it is only gonna get worse. The door at the left is the bathroom, by the way, you might want to look at yourself at the mirror.” And okay, maybe he was starting to enjoy this, in the background, he could hear the fast steps and the door opening and the light being turned on and the scream leaving his lungs making him laugh again for all the irony of the situation.
‘What the fuck!?’ Taehyun said at the other side of the line and Beomgyu laughed again. ‘Stop laughing, what the hell, this isn’t funny. Wait am I dreaming? Must be that. But what the fuck, why am I dreaming that I am being you of all the people? A nightmare, that’s what this is.’
Somehow, Beomgyu couldn’t stop laughing because at each moment he was getting more and more convinced that he wasn’t dreaming. Everything suddenly felt too real and fuck.
‘Oh god, say something! How can you be so relaxed? Wait, are you in MY body?’ Taehyun asked and it was his own voice getting more high pitched. Beomgyu looked at Taehyun’s hands for a second before replying.
“Indeed, I am.” Neither of them said nothing for a way too long seconds. It was too surreal.
‘This can’t be real, what happened? Why are we… Like? Fuck.’ Beomgyu had to bite his lip to avoid laughing again, maybe he had lose his mind. ‘Stop laughing!’
He ran a hand over his face, breathing deeply. “I’m sorry, I just don’t know what else to do. Besides… I have never seen you… Not composed… It’s funny.”
‘Well, I remember one time pretty clearly, you know?’ His cheeks —Taehyun’s— started feeling warmer and fuck, he really hated him.
“Stop it.” The older simply said, trying to take the attention to another topic. “We should meet up, to know what the fuck we are gonna do. Like… We can’t tell anyone, everyone will think we are crazy?”
‘We must be, otherwise what the fuck.’
“Stop cursing, it doesn’t sound pretty from me.”
‘And since you’re Mr. Perfection…’
“Shut the fuck up, Taehyun.” He ignores the way he just cursed right now, because he is not in his body anymore and Taehyun’s voice sounds way better while cursing.
‘You know how else you look perfect? On your knees.’ His stomach curled, warm and god.
“Stop! This is extra weird, mostly if I can hear myself saying it.” Whining into the phone, the older turned around, about to bury his face in one of the pillows when a feeling of pleasure ran through his spine, making him moan in surprise. Turning around back in shock, he sat down a little shakily and looking down, noticing the outline of… “Oh my god.”
‘What the hell are you doing with my body!?’ Taehyun screamed at him, ‘And with me on the phone! You’re so shameless!’
“I wasn’t doing anything!” Beomgyu screamed back, already on the verge of losing his mind.
‘I heard you! Does that mean I can do the same?’ The older’s face suddenly drained out of color, the anxiety hitting him on full force once more.
“Don’t even try!” He screamed, desperate. “Leave my body alone, Kang Taehyun!”
‘C’mon!’ Hearing the soft laugh, he already wanted to cry. No, no. This couldn’t be happening, not like this. ‘You can’t have anything I haven’t se—Shit.’ Taehyun, for the first time in the time he had known him, fell absolutely silent.
Beomgyu felt like crying. A soft sob cut the silence and fuck, it was so weird to be crying in someone’s else body but god, he couldn’t avoid it.
‘Hyung… I’m sorry. I didn’t…’ He heard the other said, his voice sounded really small. ‘I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable…’
“A little too late. Fuck you.” Beomgyu said before cutting the call, too anxious to keep talking. Not even a five minutes passed before the screen of Taehyun’s phone lighted up, showing an incoming call from his number. He picked it up. “What do you want!? Are you gonna laugh? Now you have something to go and ruin me, so do whatever the fuck you want!”
‘Hyung… Calm down. Please.’ Hearing him, even if it was with his own voice, calling him like that after so long, felt weird. Not in a bad way. ‘I will meet you there in ten minutes, okay? We need to sort this out. I have a concert in two days and I don’t know what will you have in your schedule but… We need to do something.’ Holy shit, how much Beomgyu hated him for being stupidly right.
“Okay… Okay.”
‘And please, calm down. It’s okay.’ The older didn’t need more words to know what he was referring to. ‘See you soon.’