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Unwelcomed visitor

The door opens, revealing an unwelcomed person, Beomgyu's father. "What're you doing here?" Beomgyu says with his voice angered as he stood up.  "Listen to me." His father held his hands out to soothe the boy. "No, you have no excuse for what you did. What's your problem?" Beomgyu took a deep breath, and he felt his head become pressured. "It wasn't my fault or idea."
"Bullshit." Beomgyu laughed sarcastically.

"I'm serious. Listen to me." His father tried to remain calm through the tension. "What?"

"This man isn't as good as he seems."
"I know this man more than you do." Beomgyu defended Yeonjun. "Do you?" His father says, Beomgyu feels a strange sensation at the question.  "What're you trying to do here?" Beomgyu ignored the question and jumped to another one.
"You don't, do you? You don't know this man's past. You don't know anything about him other than what he's shown you because he's chosen to." His father laughed. "You're crazy."

"No, this man is crazy, and look at you! You're crazy as well because of him. He's manipulating you. He doesn't care about you." His father says with reddened eyes. "And how would you know?" Beomgyu scoffed, crossing his arms in defense.  "You believe this man cares about you? He wanted nothing more except to expose our family and you!" His father yelled; Beomgyu jumped slightly at the noise.

"You're lying. It's not going to work stop. Before I get angry." Beomgyu closed his eyes, feeling frustrated. Yeonjun sits in silence behind Beomgyu.  His eyes trembled at the paper in Beomgyu's father's hand. Is that? No. How Did he find that? He didn't. No...
"Beomgyu, don't believe him," Yeonjun says in advance. "I don't; I know he's lying. He always lies, even to his mother. He lied. That's why she never loved him." Beomgyu's words stung like lemons in a wound to his father.

"I can't believe you. This man has made you insane. Don't you believe me? Your father!?" His father yelled, the veins in his neck showing. "Fine. I didn't want to do this. You left me no choice but to show you. Here! Don't you believe me? I found this email on his computer from a month ago. You read it and decide for yourself. I'm leaving." His father threw the balled-up paper to him. It hit his arm and landed below his feet.
Beomgyu watched with red eyes as his father walked out, almost like a slow-motion film. He felt his heart drop at his father, who seemed like a distant relative now.  He picked the balled-up paper from his feet, and Yeonjun's hand clasped onto his quickly.

"Before you open this, please listen to me.." Yeonjun pleaded. Beomgyu ignored his pleas and opened the crumpled paper. His eyes widened at what he was reading; he read it even twice to ensure his eyes were correct. That bastard. Is this true? This is the email I contacted him on. That's his number as well. It can't be faked. It can't.  Beomgyu eyes grazed across the text, his eyes slowly filling with regretful tears.

FROM: Uwgshi687@mail.neto
Good evening Mr. Choi. I am contacting you on behalf of the exciting topic you emailed to us.
You informed us of your findings; You have detailed information and photographic evidence of Mr. Choi's son. If you wish to make a deal, we certainly are interested; cash is no problem. Please email us back anytime.
Best regards.

TO: Uwgshi687@mail.neto
FROM: ChoiYeon99Jun@mail.neto

Good evening
I am willing to send you any details you may wish for a reasonable price. Perhaps part of your company is not too much to ask? As for photos. I have plenty of documentation and information collected over the last month. Maybe this isn't too much to ask, considering this is a huge deal. Everyone wishes to see Choi's son, and now they will. Wouldn't it be nice if you're the savior?

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REPLY FROM: Uwgshi687@mail.Neto

Indeed, a share of our company is no problem as long as you have the correct information and a good amount of photos we can use for the article.
If you send them first, don't worry; we will sign any contract stating this agreement beforehand. The deal is attached below. Would you please sign and return it to us?

REPLY TO:

Of course. As for the document, here, it is completed.

One attachment.

I hope that we can become good businesses soon, together.

REPLY FROM:

Much thanks. Would you please send one photo before we continue the agreement? Just so we can have confirmation, your truthful.
Best regards.

REPLY TO:

Here is one photo, recently.

One attachment. image

REPLY FROM:

He is indeed his son; the look is striking. He is handsome as well. This will make such a good article. Would you please send the rest of the photos and details by Sunday? We will publish the article Tuesday.
Best regards, Mr. Choi.

Beomgyu felt his eyelids twitch at the anger flowing within him.  "Please listen to me.." Yeonjun says with his voice cracking. He weakly reached his hand to touch Beomgyu's that held the papers. Beomgyu flinched away and threw the pieces on the ground. Without any words, he ran out of the doors of the hospital into the corridor.

Crashing into the nurses as he ran past them, his lungs burning as he reached the outside of the hospital. Yeonjun slowly gets out of the bed, feeling weak. He managed to push himself to run down the hallway as well, bumping into passing people. "Sir, please return to your room!" Nurses yelled.

Yeonjun jogged after Beomgyu, who pushed the main doors opened; he reached the outside.
The cold air chapping his face, the sky began to turn dark gray as rain clouds formed.
Yeonjun reached outside, the cold concrete making him shiver.  "Please wait!" Yeonjun yelled, his breath fighting to keep up.

"No! You tried to sell me out," Beomgyu yelled as he walked quickly along the path. "Stop, please!" Yeonjun called out; Beomgyu's footsteps halted at hearing the man's cracked voice.  "I didn't mean to! Please, Beomgyu." Yeonjun felt the tears forming in his res eyes

"How do you not mean to? You tried selling me out for money?! Aren't you rich enough?!" Beomgyu yelled.  "Listen to me. It was your father! He set me up. I knew he was, so I played along! It's not a real company!" Yeonjun pleaded.  "How do I know you're not lying?"

"Let's go home, please. Please."
Yeonjun fell into Beomgyu, feeling weak.  "You need to go back inside."

"No. Take me home. Now." Yeonjun felt his eyelids become heavy.
Beomgyu helped Yeonjun up the stairs toward his bed.  "I need to change clothes." Yeonjun fiddled through his closed weekly; he was exhausted. "You need to rest first. Worry about it later." Beomgyu steered him to the bed, and Yeonjun fell back into it.

He stared at the ceiling before grabbing Beomgyu's hand, pulling him down beside him.
Beomgyu laid beside him, staring at the ceiling as well. "You said I lied," Yeonjun says blankly. "You did."
"Did I lie when I kissed you?" Yeonjun kept his gaze on the ceiling. No responses came.

"Did I lie when I refused to marry someone for you?" Yeonjun laughed.  "You did lie," Beomgyu says, his throat feeling dry. "What?" Yeonjun looked toward him.

"You said you didn't like men." Yeonjun scoffed before answering; "You're right. I don't like men; I like a man."