Jeally beans are sweet but you are sweeter by Anti_Romantic on ao3

When Beomgyu had been assigned a collaborative songwriting project with a third year at the university, he really hadn't expected that their first weekend working together would go like this. He'd expected they'd actually get some work done, just as they'd done for the past few days. Instead, Choi Yeonjun (the appointed third year that he'd been randomly assigned to), had turned their last evening of song writing into a night out with the promise that they'd get some work done after- not that Beomgyu was complaining, even though they were now both more than a little bit drunk.

They were climbing what felt like the hundredth flight of steps to Yeonjun's apartment seeing as it had been the closest to the bar, and Beomgyu was having an awful lot of trouble getting Yeonjun up the stairs. After a certain point, his hyung had half given up walking, so Beomgyu currently had Yeonjun's arm draped across his shoulder while Yeonjun clung to him as they clambered up the stairs, both swaying slightly. Choi Yeonjun had been surprisingly easy to get along with, and they'd become friends within their short time of knowing each other. Yeonjun was far from the scary third year Beomgyu had expected, which was nice and all, except for the fact that on first sight, Beomgyu had almost openly gaped at how beautiful he was, and now, here they were, both a not so beautiful drunken mess.

"Carry me!"

"No!"

"Pretty please?"

"No!"

Beomgyu gritted his teeth as they made their way upwards. He wasn't even sure if this was the right way to Yeonjun's apartment or not, and his head felt heavy from all the alcohol.

"You're no fun! Put me down, my legs hurt!" Yeonjun whined, and before Beomgyu could do anything else, Yeonjun had sunk down onto the steps, halfway up the staircase, letting go of Beomgyu as he leaned against the wall, eyes half closed.

Beomgyu sighed, peering down at Yeonjun.

"Get your lazy ass up!" Beomgyu begged, trying to grab onto Yeonjun's hands to pull him back up, but the older swatted him away lazily.

"If you don't get up, I'll leave you here by yourself." Beomgyu said, now folding his arms, stomping his foot and making his best pouty face. He never thought that he'd meet someone who actually forced him to be mature, but here they were.

At his words, Yeonjun's eyes flew wide open, lips parted in shock.

"You'd leave me here on my own to die? You monster!" Yeonjun said, pointing his finger at Beomgyu accusingly, but from his slumped position on the stairs, he failed to produce the desired effect.

Beomgyu rolled his eyes.

"Baby!" Beomgyu teased, now grinning as Yeonjun lifted his hand to whip away a fake tear.

"You're so mean. Look what you've done, my eyes are leaking." Yeonjun fake sobbed, wiping away another fake tear even as the corners of his mouth twitched. He was clearly holding back his smile, but Beomgyu, whose drunken brain just didn't have the capacity to process correctly, suddenly felt a twinge of alarm and leaned forward, taking Yeonjun's hands away from his face in panic.

"No! Don't cry! I didn't mean it, you're not a baby, I'm the baby, ok?" Beomgyu said, and suddenly, Yeonjun's face transformed into a smile as he tugged Beomgyu down onto the step next to him, and Beomgyu went easily, sinking down onto the hard red carpet of the stairs.

"Yeah, that's right, you're the baby." Yeonjun murmured as he gently slapped Beomgyu's cheek with his hand.

"Baby, baby, baby Beomgyu-ah!" Yeonjun chanted, and with each word, he planted another light slap onto Beomgyu's cheek, and Beomgyu, too dazed to care much, only smiled stupidly at Yeonjun.

From this proximity, he could easily make out all the little details of Yeonjun's face, his pretty pouty red lips, flawless skin, sharp jawline, dark hair falling lightly into his face and his dark fierce eyes that at the moment looked slightly glazed over. He was so beautiful, but it wasn't as though Beomgyu would say that to him- not right now, not in a million years.

"I've got a secret to tell you.'' Yeonjun whispered, and instantly Beomgyu was roused from his self indulgent examination of Yeonjun's face to peer into his eyes, pulse suddenly starting to race.

"What's that?"

Yeonjun's smile widened.

"This." he said, and then all of a sudden, Beomgyu felt Yeonjun raise his hand to poke him right on the nose.

"Boop! Gotcha!"

"Ya!" Beomgyu yelled, golting backwards as Yeonjun burst into peals of laughter. Really, what had he expected? A confession? That was ridiculous. It had been one week, and Beomgyu was already falling hard, not that Yeonjun would feel the same- to him, Beomgyu was probably just a little first year, just a baby.

"Right, that's it, you're getting up!" Beomgyu announced as he staggered to his feet, and somewhere on the floor, he heard Yeonjun make a noise of protest.

"I don't want to!"

"Well tough." Beomgyu retorted as he reached forwards and, despite Yeonjun's protests, managed to haul him to his feet and drape his arm back across his shoulder, as they made their way up the stairs once more.

They made it up to the landing, and Yeonjun reassured him that this was the right floor, as they went down the corridor, past multiple closed doors. Half way down though, Yeonjun let go of Beomgyu, which was partly a relief and partly worrying, as Beomgyu watched the older male sashay down the hall ahead of him, arms spread wide.

"Let it go, let it go!" Yeonjun yelled, suddenly bursting into song as he whirled round to ace Beomgyu, who had stopped dead a few paces behind, stunned.

"Come on, sing it with me, you know you want to!" Yeonjun declared, reaching forwards for Beomgyu to take his hands. Beomgyu quickly retrieved from his stunned state to skip forwards, grinning as he grabbed Yeonjun's hands and was pulled down the corridor, now with their arms wrapped around each other's shoulders.

"Let it go, let it go, can't hold it back anymore!" they shouted at the top of their lungs, probably waking the neighbors, but at this point, Beomgyu didn't really care. He was way too far gone for that, and anyway, Yeonjun's giddiness was infectious.

They finally made it to the end door of the corridor. Yeonjun dug his hands into his pockets to find his door key and after a few moments of random fumbling (where the older almost dropped the keys in question), Yeonjun flung open the door with a flourish.

"Here we are. Please, step forth." Yeonjun said in a mock serious tone as he gestured for Beomgyu to walk in first, which he did, Yeonjun following right after.

"It's one small step for mankind, and one giant leap for....." Beomgyu trailed off, suddenly frowning. He was sure there was more to that speech. "I've forgotten the rest." he concluded lamely, as he took a moment to peer round at Yeonjun's apartment.

He'd never actually been in here before. They'd always met up at the library for their project, and he couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. It was nothing like the tiny singular student room that first years got. While Beomgyu's room was barely the size of a storage cupboard, Yeonjun's apartment seemed like a luxury, with a kitchen unit connected to the lounge area, which had a small TV, numerous magazines scattered across the coffee table a blanket thrown casually across the couch, and off to the side a corridor that lead to the bedrooms.

Beomgyu then turned round to ask Yeonjun if they were actually going to get any work done for their project, (not that that seemed very likely at this point) only to find that Yeonjun had already left his side to walk over to the fridge, taking out a bottle of red wine and two glasses from a cupboard. He set the glasses on the table and poured out each a measured serving of wine, before coming back over to Beomgyu, holding one glass out to him.

"Here. Brain juice for creativity. We're going to write a Grammy worthy song tonight." Yeonjun said gleefully as Beomgyu skeptically took the glass offered out to him.

Even in his tired, befuddled state, he wasn't sure this was a good idea.

"Are you sure? Because you're really acting like a babo right now." Beomgyu said, raising an eyebrow, as Yeonjun narrowed his eyes, took a measured sip from his glass and wagged a finger at him as though Beomgyu were a disrespectful schoolboy.

"Firstly I am not a 'babo', you babo. Secondly, I wrote my best pieces drunk. You know the song I wrote in second year, the one that got me that prize?" Yeonjun asked, and Beomgyu nodded, clearly remembering the piece Yeonjun was talking about.

Beomgyu's tutor had selected that song and shown it to all the first years on their first day at university, saying that it esas the song to which the standard was set against. It had actually been rather intimidating.

"Well, I wrote that drunk too. But shhhhh!" Yeonjun said suddenly, holding a finger to his lips eyes wide as he peered round as though someone was listening, and Beomgyu stupidly peered round too, even though there was clearly no one else in the apartment with them.

"Don't tell anyone, ok?" Yeonjun asked, looking directly into Beomgyu's esys, which were wide open, the revelation just hitting him.

"Ok. I promise." Beomgyu said solemnly, as Yeonjun grinned, clapping a hand onto Beomgyu's shoulder.

"Excellent! I knew I could rely on you!"

***

Despite what Yeonjun had said, they really weren't making any headway with their song writing assignment. Not at all. Instead, Yeonjun had brought out a white board and pen from a corner of the room, which Beomgyu hadn't noticed before and had set it up in the lounge, and they were now playing a very drunk version of pictionary, while getting collectively more and more drunk with each passing second.

"Ok, so what's this? It's an easy one." Yeonjun said, waving his pen around as he gestured towards the drawing on the whiteboard, while Beomgyu sat on the couch, squinting at it through blurry eyes.

Yeonjun had drawn what appeared to be an oval shaped blob with two spikes sticking out of one end, and honestly, it didn't look much like anything.

"Ummm, a walrus?" Beomgyu suggested, clutching at his nearly empty wine glass in his lap.

"Nope! Try again." Yeonjun said, now leaning against the white board.

"A sabre toothed tiger? A deformed grape? A jelly bean?" Beomgyu said, blurting out anything he could think of from the top of his head as he squinted at the drawing that remained indistinguishable.

"No no no no no!" Yeonjun said, words slurring a little as he took a small step forwards, pointing the whiteboard pen in his hand straight at Beomgyu.

"The category is 'animals'. How is a jelly bean an animal?" Yeonjun asked, giving Beomgyu an exasperated look.

"I don't know! It could be if you think about it." Beomgyu retorted, now setting his wine glass on the coffee table to fold his arms across his chest, huffing slightly. He knew he was being ridiculous, but he was stubbornly sticking to his point.

Yeonjun gave him a confused look, head tilted to one side for a moment.

"I don't understand. Look, just gaze into my eyes, read my mind, the answer is right there." he said, now waving his hands as though he were sending brain waves across the room to Beomgyu, who sat up and stared hard at Yeonjun, his intoxicated mind working hard as he played along, half believing this would work.

"Ok, I've got it"!" Beomgyu suddenly yelled, clapping his hands together as Yeonjun snapped his fingers and pointed at Beomgyu, eyes shining expectantly.

"I knew it! What is it? Tell me?"

Beomgyu took a deep breath.

"It's a whale!"

"No!"

At Beomgyu's wrong answer, Yeonjun buried his face in his hands, turned round and fake cried into the white board. Beomgyu slumped a little at his wrong answer, grabbing his wine glass and downing the last of the drink before setting it back on the table.

But then he had another idea.

"An elephant? A giraffe?" he called, as Yeonjun turned back around, giving him a pointed look as he shook his head breathing out of his nose hard.

"You're so bad at this. Why are you so bad at this? This drawing took a whole ten seconds- I put my blood, sweat and tears into this masterpiece!" Yeonjun cried dramatically, clutching at his chest as though Beomgyu had impaled him with a sword.

Beomgyu stuck his tongue out at him, which only made Yeonjun huff in annoyance, but as he looked back at the drawing, Beomgyu came up with one last guess, the answer was shining right there in front of him.

"Oh my god, I know what it is!" Beomgyu yelled, and to hell with health and safety as Beomgyu went from sitting on the couch to standing on it, swaying a little as he pointed at the blob on the board.

"Yes? Tell me!" Yeonjun encouraged.

Beomgyu waved his hand that was pointing to the picture excitedly, feeling his face light up. This was it. He knew what it was, and to hell with logic.

"It's a jelly bean!"

"What did I just say?" Yeonjun asked, dramatically throwing the whiteboard pen onto the ground, picking it up again and then looking up at Beomgyu with a pout.

"Wait, just hear me out!" " Beomgyu said, glaring at Yeonjun for interrupting him halfway through his answer.

"It's a jelly bean...with legs!" Beomgyu declared, feeling ridiculously pleased with himself. It was the most obvious answer he'd come up with yet.

"Fuck you Choi Beomgyu!" Yeonjun yelled as he now charged over to where Beomgyu was standing on the couch and grabbed Beomgyu by the wrist, tugging him down. Beomgyu stumbled off the couch as Yeonjun dragged him towards the white board.

"It's clearly a beaver! How could you not see that?" Yeonjun asked desperately, gesturing with both hands at the drawing, which remained so un-beaverish looking that Beomgyu only snorted in response.

"Are you sure?" Beomgyu asked feeling skeptical, because clearly Yeonjun was seeing something he wasn't.

Yeonjun huffed, but stepped back to take a good look at what he'd drawn, frowning at his so-called 'masterpiece'. And then his eyes widened, as Beomgyu watched Yeonjun take off the lid of the pen he was holding and draw two dots next to the end of the blob that had the spikes sticking out of it, and then step back to gaze at this change.

It still looked like a jelly bean.

"I forgot the eyes." Yeonjun said a little sheepishly as Beomgyu sighed and snatched the pen out of his hyung's hand.

"Hey!" Yeonjun protested as he attempted to snatch the pen back, but Beomgyucstepepd back out of the way as Yeonjun narrowed his eyes at him.

"Now it's my turn." Beomgyu said, pointing the pen right at Yeonjun, who raised an eyebrow in an expression that clearly said 'so what?'.

"And I'm going to show you how a true master draws. So watch and learn." Beomgyu said, sticking his nose in the air and attempting to look superior as Yeonjun gaped at him.

Beomgyu couldn't help but smirk as he turned back round to face the whiteboard, intending to wipe away the disastrous drawing and look cool while doing so, but he may have overestimated his steps, already being unsteady due to intoxication, because when Beomgyu whirled round, he stumbled straight into the whiteboard and almost tripped fully over.

"Yeonjun- ahhhh!"

The yelp of 'ahhhh' after Yeonjun's name came out involuntarily, and Beomgyu scrambled to grab the white board for support, but that didn't really do the trick as he felt the thing collapsing underneath him.

Then Beomgyu felt a pair of arms wrapping themselves around his waist, stopping his fall. Beomgyu whirled round to face Yeonjun, and some part of him wished he hadn't because now they were so close, Beomgyu wrapped in Yeonjun's arms, practically chest to chest, and if Beomgyu hadn't already been flushed from the alcohol, he certainly was flushing now as he felt his face heating up, breath hitching in his throat. Beomgyu didn't even know where to put his own hands, so he simply clutched at the pen he was holding, hands brought up to his chest . This had ever happened before. Not with Yeonjun.

"What did you call me?" Yeonjun asked, and for a moment, Beomgyu wasn't sure what Yeonjun was referring to, until he realised: his scream at the end of Yeonjun's name had sounded like a lack of honorific.

"I- I meant 'Yeonjun ahhhhh!' I was screaming, not you know um..." Beomgyu trailed off, feebly hating how he was stumbling over his words when just seconds before everything had been fine.

But Yeonjun didn't look annoyed at all. Infact, he looked amused at Beomgyu's embarrassment, a slight smirk on his face as he nodded once.

"I see. Very convenient." Yeonjun murmured, as Beomgyu screwed up his eyes for a second, just wanting to disappear right there and then suddenly feeling very sober indeed.

This was what he'd wanted, wasn't it? For Yeonjun to hold him like this, tease him, flirt a bit, but now that it was happening, Beomgyu was a flustered mess, and he hated being a flustered mess. He couldn't even deal with Yeonjun's arms wrapped around his waist like this.

"Beomgyu-ah, I'm not mad at you. Open your eyes." Yeonjun said softly, and so Beomgyu did, peering up into Yeonjun's face, heart drumming so hard he felt his chest would just burst.

The proximity was too much for him to handle.

"Can- can you let go of me?" Beomgyu asked quietly, meeting Yeonjun's eyes for a very brief moment, but when he did, he wanted to kick himself, because there it was- the smallest flash of hurt, before it was gone.

"Oh, right sorry." Yeonjun said quietly back, almost as though he hadn't fully realised what he was doing in the moment, and it was he who couldn't meet Beomgyu's gaze this time as he made to let go of the younger.

But in that moment, Beomgyu saw it: that small trace of vulnerability that he hadn't seen before, and at the same time, he felt both a pang of regret and a surge of hope rushing through him as he blurted out:

"No! Don't let go!"

"What?" Yeonjun asked, startled as Beomgyu now tugged Yeonjun back towards him by the front of his shirt, and he knew he wouldn't be doing this, wouldn't have the courage to do this if he wasn't drunk, but he was, and he was thankful for it.

"Don't let go, that's not what I want." Beomgyu said not caring if he sounded pathetic as he now wrapped his arms around Yeonjun's neck, the other male instinctively holding onto Beomgyu's waist, looking both pleased, but very confused.

"It's not?" Yeonjun asked, dubiously, and Beomgyu shook his head.

"Then what do you want?"

Beomgyu took a deep breath. It was now or never. He was either being very stupid, or very brave. Or maybe both.

"You."

Just one word, but that was all it took for Yeonjun's face to break into a smile, and Beomgyu loved it- he could have lived for Yeonjun's cute nose scrunch alone.

"Me? You want me?" Yeonjun asked, biting his lower lip. It was a simple action, but it made Beomgyu's brain buffer for a second.

"Yes you. " Beomgyu replied softly, confidence returning as he shifted even closer, and now their faces were almost touching, noses barely an inch away from each other.

"Then you can have me. All of me." Yeonjun whispered, and before Beomgyu could do anything else, Yeonjun had bent down and kissed him, right on the lips.

For a split second, Beomgyu froze, taken aback, and he dropped the pen he was holding, but as it clattered to the floor, his eyes closed, and he titled his chin up as he kissed Yeonjun back, feeling the older male's fingers gently tugging through his long hair, the taste of his soft lips , like cherries and chocolate and alcohol, so sweet and so right.

And then Beomgyu felt himself being lifted up into the air, and his legs came round to wrap around Yeonjun's waist as he felt Yeonjun carrying him someplace, and that was when they broke apart, Beomgyu now raised up higher to peer down at Yeonjun, eyes widening as his gaze traced over Yeonjun's slightly swollen lips, his flushed cheeks, that spark in his eyes.

Had Beomgyu really been the cause of that?

However, all Beomgyu could think to say was:

"Where are you taking me?" because they were now in the entrance to the hallway that led to the bedroom. Yeonjun's bedroom.

Yeonjun raised his eyebrows, giving Beomgyu a suggestive smile.

"You know where." Yeonjun said softly, and then added, now looking slightly panicked, "Only if you want, I mean we don't have to-"

But Beomgyu did want, he wanted it so badly, and as he rested his forehead against Yeonjun's peering into his eyes, and Yeonjun shut up immediately as Beomgyu said:

"Yes. of course it's what I want, with you, Yeonjun-ah."

"The disprestect!" Yeonjun protested, pulling away slightly as he puffed out his cheeks like an angry hamster, making Beomgyu giggle.

"Yeonjun-ah!" Beomgyu teased once more, because he'd never felt so giddy, and so happy.

"Now you're just being mean! Shut up!" Yeonjun whined as they started making their way down the corridor, but Beomgyu knew Yeonjun wasn't actually mad. And after all, teasing his hyung was his speciality- why stop now?

"Make me." Beomgyu challenged.

Beomgyu grinned, lifting one hand away from where it was wrapped around Yeonjun's neck to gently caress the side of his face, fingers going to his chin and tilting the older male's face up to look at him.

"Ok then, I will. " Yeonjun said quietly, leaning into the touch, and then Beomgyu watched as Yeonjun's eyes glinted.

"Kiss me, Beomgyu hyung." Yeonjun said, and the triumph in Yeonjun's face was evident as Beomgyu's brain seemed to buffer, big time as the words echoed in his head.

Beomgyu hyung.

Beomgyu stared back, stunned,the hairs on the back of his neck rising as those words rang out in his ears. He could feel his face flushing, his whole body starting to combust.

"What?" Beomgyu asked, too stunned to think straight. But he liked it, he liked it a lot.

"I said, kiss me hyung." Yeonjun whispered, and that was all it took for Beomgyu to lean down and kiss Yeonjun once more, as they made their way to the door of Yeonjun's room.

Yeonjun fiddled with the door handle and as they made their way inside, Beomgyu came up for air, grinning, but he couldn't let his hyung have the last word. Never.

"You know, you're still crap at pictionary."

"Shut up!"