The room had minimal light and the only noises that could be heard were the whirring of the fans inside the room and the background music the laser tag employee hadn't bothered to change for the past 15 minutes. Beomgyu's steps were getting slower and quieter by the second.

Yeonjun and him had decided to go laser tagging after what felt like the busiest months they've had since their debut.

This was something very common for them to do when they were trainees. At first it was used more as an icebreaker for them, back when they first got into the company. A team building activity. Or at least that was the excuse Yeonjun had used to take them laser tagging once every month. However, it quickly became something they enjoyed doing to unwind and take their minds off their intensive training evaluations. After a few months, they had completely mastered the art of not tripping in the dark and teaming up against Soobin everytime he was winning just for, you know, the fun of teasing Soobin.

Needless to say, Beomgyu and Yeonjun had always been the best at that, which means they would usually take the first two places out of the five of them whenever they played.

That's why, in this very moment, with only the two of them playing after almost two years of not holding an infrared-sensitive gun in their hands, things were getting a little bit intense.

So far, it had been a pretty fair and even game, with both of them managing to score points in their favor for the most part. Still, the clock was ticking, and both of them knew someone had to score a couple more points to finally gain the upper hand.

Beomgyu was not ready to give away those points that easily.

He continues making his way to the back corner where he knows there is a well-concealed stairwell leading to the upper level. As soon as he gets to the deck, he tries to listen and discern if he is the only one that has made it this far. Sensing no one else, he peers over a wall and sees a flash of faded pink hair scamper between two obstacles closer to the entrance.

"It's over for you, Choi Yeonjun!" he shouts into the seemingly empty void that this maze has become. He knows Yeonjun is able to hear him.

There's no response for a couple of seconds. And then he hears the sound of Yeonjun's delicate steps and his plastic equipment moving towards the stairwell.

There isn't as much space on the deck as there is down below; once you are backed into a corner, there are no exits on the upper floor. He considers his options. He could make a run for it and try to hide away from Yeonjun again until the end of the game. There are only a few of minutes left until it's over anyway. Or, he could stay up here, battle Yeonjun one-on-one and score those very much needed points once and for all.

He knows it's too late to start writing down pros and cons on his head. He needs to act fast or else he's never gonna hear the end of it from Yeonjun.

The sound of steps and plastic gear suddenly stops.

Beomgyu knows he's in trouble.

"Hey babe." Yeonjun says simperingly. Beomgyu can't see his face clearly because he's still down the stairs and the barely lit room doesn't help either, but he knows Yeonjun is smirking.

The one-on-one battle it is, then.

"Let's just get this over with." he says, pretending to be tired.

"Seriously? We've been running around and chasing each other for almost 20 minutes and you want to give up now? Where's your laser tag spirit, Beomgyu?" Yeonjun asks, clearly in a teasing manner.

"Who said anything about giving up?" answers Beomgyu, quickly trying to shoot Yeonjun. He fails.

He shoots again. He fails again.

Yeonjun is also shooting now. This means landing the shot exactly where he needs it to get points out of Yeonjun is only going to be harder now since they're both trying to protect their gear as much as possible.

A minute passes. They're both breathless now.

Beomgyu starts laughing hysterically over how ridiculous this situation is. Why are both of them this fired up about winning laser tag anyway?

"What are you doing? Why are you laughing?" Yeonjun asks between chuckles himself.

Beomgyu just keeps laughing. Yeonjun, however, takes a step forward.

Before both of them know it, Beomgyu is being backed into a corner by Yeonjun's plastic gun.

He stops laughing.

"Looks like you have yourself in a bit of a situation here." Yeonjun says in a low, husky voice. Beomgyu looks away. This sudden situation was making something inside him go a little wobbly.

As the corners of Yeonjun's lips curl upwards, he holds the gun to the centre of Beomgyu's chest where a bright green light signals exactly where Yeonjun has to aim to win this game.

Beomgyu feels as Yeonjun cups his chin and delicately turns his face towards him, thumb softly touching his bottom lip.

Yeonjun edges closer with a playful spark in his eyes.

Beomgyu, with the little willpower he still has in him, reaches for his gun in an agitated manner.

"Don't even think about it." Yeonjun says, taking away Beomgyu's gun from his grasp with his free hand, stepping closer. The thumb on his bottom lip moves to the side to caress his cheek.

Beomgyu closes his eyes again. But this time, he's just letting himself enjoy Yeonjun's tender touch. He holds his breath as he feels him move even closer to him, and then their lips meet.

The light pressure on his mouth ends as soon as it starts, and Beomgyu slowly opens his eyes, blinking a few times to try to understand the reality of the situation they're in.

When he looks at Yeonjun, or at least at his silhouette, he sees that same spark in his gaze again. In fact, he swears he can almost see the rest of his body practically glowing after separating from Beomgyu.

Beomgyu doesn't ask before moving back in, meeting Yeonjun's lips again, pressing harder.

Their hands are grabbing at their clothing now, plastic guns long forgotten. They pull each other impossibly closer and Beomgyu's back hits the wall.

Beomgyu purses his lips a bit more, and Yeonjun huffs, copying the motion. There's heat coming off them. Yeonjun is up against him and all around him. The only thing occupying his mind right now.

Beomgyu tilts his head to give him better access. He wants Yeonjun to know that it's okay, he can deepen the kiss even further if he wants to.

Yeonjun gets the message. He holds Beomgyu's jaw more firmly now, and Beomgyu makes a noise between a hum and a moan. That seems to encourage Yeonjun more, who flicks his tongue out to touch the seam of Beomgyu's lips. Beomgyu parts his lips.

Yeonjun tastes minty and slightly sticky. Beomgyu meets his tongue with his own, licking shyly at first. Once he feels more confident, he gently starts sucking the tip of Yeonjun's tongue on his mouth. And this time, Yeonjun answers back with a deep and desperate noise of his own, straight into Beomgyu's mouth.

Yeah, Beomgyu is definitely gone.

However, time is ticking. They can't stay in this laser tag maze forever and Yeonjun seems to be aware of this.

That's why, ever so gently, he parts from Beomgyu and gives him one final peck on his soft, wet lips. He let's both of them take a few breaths before he slowly goes to grab his plastic gun again.

"That was..." Beomgyu starts mumbling, breath a little frazzled.

Before he can even finish his sentence or assimilate what's going on, Yeonjun aims the gun at the centre of his vest again, and shoots.

Beomgyu blinks a couple of times again, trying to process the action. Right, they were playing laser tag. But more importantly, he wasn't supposed to let Yeonjun win.

Both of them are still up on that deck when the lights abruptly turn on, signaling that their time is up.

Beomgyu looks up at Yeonjun to see him with his eyes lidded, a pink blush across his cheeks and lips red and swollen.

The words 'game over' echo through the course.

Yeonjun smiles and then winks at him. "I win." he says, clearly in a teasing manner again.

And then he walks away, sporting the most despicable smile Beomgyu has ever seen on him and looking prouder than ever.