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He closed his eyes, listening to the soft inhale and exhales of the man in front of him.

It was music to Beomgyus ears. He didn’t care if it was fake, he could pretend, just for this moment, that June never happened. 

He could pretend that it happened naturally. That the Taehyun who was warm, alive, who had a life, was finally letting himself be touched.

He could pretend that the two of them were alive, in love, maybe they were even lovers.

Maybe they were holding hands as they walked down the school hallways, for everyone to see, not just Beomgyu himself. Their hands would get a little sweaty due to how long their fingers were intertwined, but he didn’t care, because they were lovers, because they were alive, because they were _human._