Beomgyu's POV:

His lips had felt so soft against mine, a fleeting moment that lingered like the warmth of a winter sun. As we walked home, our hands intertwined beneath the falling snow, the silence between us was thick with unspoken words. It was as if we were both lost in the same thought, reliving how our lips had pressed together.

I loved hyung.

When we finally arrived home, stepping into the warmth of the living room, the atmosphere immediately shifted. Concern was etched on everyone's faces. Soobin hyung paced back and forth like a pendulum, Taehyun and Kai sat on the couch with matching worried expressions, and Chaeyon was quietly washing dishes in the kitchen.

The moment they noticed us, all movement stopped. Soobin hyung exhaled a long breath of relief and strode toward us.
"We were so worried about you two," he said, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Yeonjun nodded, his head dipping slightly. "Sorry..." he muttered softly.

As Taehyun's eyes flickered to our joined hands, a small smile tugged at his lips. My face grew hot, and I quickly let go, looking away to hide my embarrassment.

Yeonjun glanced at me, his chest rising and falling as he gathered his courage. Then, with a steady voice, he spoke, "Guys, I have something to tell you."

My heart raced. What if they didn't accept us? What if this happiness was fleeting?

But before Yeonjun could continue, Soobin hyung interrupted, his expression soft. "We already know, Yeonjun hyung," he said, his tone apologetic. "And... we're sorry for pressuring you to confess."

My eyes widened in surprise. So they already knew. Had Taehyun told them? I glanced at Yeonjun, who looked equally shocked.

"You're not upset?" Yeonjun asked hesitantly, his brows furrowed.

Chaeyon stepped forward, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Why would we be upset, oppa?" she said gently.

Kai chimed in, grinning. "We're just glad you're both okay. That's all that matters to us."

Taehyun nodded in agreement. "Yeonjun hyung, I had to tell them. I couldn't keep it from them, not when it mattered so much."

Yeonjun's shock melted into a radiant smile, the kind that lit up his entire face. "No, Taehyun... thank you. Thank you for telling Beomgyu, and for helping me when I couldn't find the courage to do it myself."

His gaze shifted to me, his eyes soft and warm. That smile, it felt like home. I couldn't help but smile back, my heart swelling as I realized that this moment, this acceptance, was more than I ever dared to hope for.

Yeonjun's POV:

Seeing this moment... it felt surreal, like something I never imagined would happen. I looked at Beomgyu, my heart swelling. He was my home, my anchor, the place I would always return to, where I would seek comfort whenever I felt lost.

Soobin grinned, breaking the spell. "You two look pretty cute together."

I glanced at him, a shy smile tugging at my lips. His words warmed me, but then reality sank in as he continued.
"But... I don't know if Manager Lee would approve."

Ah, that. Of course, I hadn't forgotten. A small nod was all I could manage. "...I hope he does," I murmured quietly.

"Don't worry," Taehyun chimed in confidently. "I'm sure Manager Lee will be fine with it... as long as we don't let MOAs find out."

Kai smiled knowingly and added, "For now, let's just keep it from Manager Lee, too."

I nodded again, feeling the weight of their support, even if it didn't lighten the burden entirely.

As everyone began retreating to their rooms, Chaeyon lingered. She stopped and glanced back at Beomgyu. Her expression was hesitant, almost apologetic.

"Beomgyu," she said softly, "the soup you drank... it wasn't made by Yeonjun."

Beomgyu blinked in surprise, his brows furrowing. "What? But... you said Yeonjun made it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Chaeyon hesitated, then nodded. "I had to lie... because I knew you wouldn't drink it otherwise."

I stayed silent, watching Beomgyu's reaction. His expression softened as he turned to me, a small smile forming on his lips.
"It's all in the past, Chaeyon. Forget about it," he said, his tone gentle but firm.

When Chaeyon finally left, I stepped closer to Beomgyu, meeting his gaze. His warm smile, it was like a balm to my soul. I craved to see it, to bask in its glow. Gently, I brushed my thumb across his cheek, feeling him lean into my touch.

My fingers trailed down, brushing lightly against his lips. He opened his eyes, meeting mine, and I felt the weight of everything I wanted to say but couldn't.

"Beomgyu..." I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Can I kiss you again?"

His cheeks flushed slightly, the faintest tinge of red. He hummed softly, "...Hm."

But then he spoke again, his voice teasing, though his eyes betrayed his shyness. "I made the first move before. Don't think I'll do it again."

I chuckled quietly at his words, leaning in to close the distance. My lips met his in a tender kiss, deepening as my hands found their way to his waist. I pulled him closer, savoring the way he melted into me.

The heat of his tongue intertwined with mine, and I wished the moment could stretch on forever. When I pulled away to let him breathe, I buried my face in his neck, his familiar scent enveloping me.

Beomgyu tilted his head back, giving me silent permission. I pressed my lips to his neck, trailing soft kisses before nibbling gently on his skin.

A soft whimper escaped his lips, and I couldn't help the smile that formed on mine. The sound drove me wild, igniting something primal within me.

"Cute..." I murmured, my voice deep and low, sending shivers through him.

Beomgyu's POV:

Hs voice, low, deep, and filled with something I couldn't name, sent heat rushing to my ears. The cold of the room seemed to fade, replaced by the warmth of his touch.

It felt so good. So comforting. In the midst of this winter chill, Yeonjun's warmth was all I needed. It wasn't just his body, it was him. And in this moment, I couldn't imagine being anywhere else.