Soobin ran to his house as fast as his feet can lead him to. His ragged breathing wasn't helping so he stopped by a post light, just a few blocks down from the campus. He bent down and steadied himself by putting his hand on his knee, the other leaning on the post light.
"That's right, don't be friends with faggots or you'll turn into one as well. We don't want that, do we?"
Soobin shakes his head vigorously while hitting his head a few times, trying to get rid of the thought that just hunted him. Beads of sweat dripping down onto the pavement. He goes on to his pockets in search for his handkerchief but he couldn't find it.
He said a few string of curses until it hit him. Yeonjun. He wiped Yeonjun's sweat off with his handkerchief. Yeonjun. It's with him. He stood up straight and lifted up his head to the air while brushing his hair up, his tongue ran through the insides of his right cheek, clearly annoyed. He scoffed and made his way home.
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Soobin entered their not-so-sweet abode soaked in sweat. Untying his shoes, his mother, who was unexpectedly there, greeted him.
"Oh? Welcome home, young man! Did something happen? Why do you look like you just came out of a shower?" His mother, Hyerim, asked.
"Well, why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your husband? Also, this is nothing. I just ran all the way home," he monotonously said while walking to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. She sighed at the harsh remark of her son, who was still despising both of his parents. She ignores the question and moves on to check in on Soobin, which is the reason why she came over.
"There's clearly something bothering you, sweetheart. You have a bruise on your cheek," Hyerim approached her son, now drinking water like he has been in a desert and just found an oasis. Soobin puts down the glass aggressively and looks at his mother.
"And what? You're gonna say it to that man you call your 'husband'? I trusted you before with everything and you just backstabbed your own son. What kind of mo—"
A harsh slap was heard throughout the kitchen, the sound echoing through the beige walls.
Soobin's head faced the other direction due to the impact. He slowly lifted his hand to his bruised cheek, now even more bruised than before, making him wince in pain. He chuckled humorlessly and faced his mother, now on the verge of tears. It didn't seem to faze him, though.
"How dare you say that to your own mother. I raised you and gave you support and you treat me like this. What has gotten into your mind, Soobin?" Hyerim exclaimed.
"What's wrong with me? You and dad raised me like this! Why are you putting me on the spot like you guys have not done something that hurt me? Huh?" He shouted while tears escaped from his eyes without permission. He wiped them aggressively and went upstairs into his room and slammed the door. Leaving Hyerim dazed and lose balance, she held the kitchen island for support.
Soobin threw his bag to the corner of his room while trying to stop his tears from falling out. He lied down on the comfort of his bed.
"God fucking d-damn it. Stop c-crying will you?" He forcefully rubbed his eyes, making them a tad bit red than he expected it to be. After a while, he just let it be and sobbed painfully, putting a pillow on his head to reduce the noise coming out of him.
His hands went to grab his phone and dialed a number. He heard it ring for a few times and finally, the call got connected.
"B-beomgyu, i-it hurts," he sobbed loudly through the phone, making Beomgyu worried.
"Shit. Are you home?" He said as he grabbed his wallet and a jacket with him.
"Y-yeah."
"I'm coming in 5, don't worry and try to breathe properly, hmm?" Beomgyu's house is just a few blocks away from Soobin's so it won't be a problem visiting him.
The crying boy nodded even thought Beomgyu can't see it and waited for the latter to arrive his house.
~
Yeonjun left the campus a bit later than Soobin, given that he's still dazed from what happened earlier. He touched his lips while walking to his house, blushing a light shade of red and smiled softly. His smile faded away slowly as to why the brown haired man pushed him away so suddenly.
'Did he not like the kiss? Am I not a good kisser? My breathe seems fine, though. Am I really that disgusting?' Said the thoughts in his head.
He snapped out of it as he sees Beomgyu sprinting down the pavement. Yeonjun, being the curious man that he is, decided to stop him and ask.
"Uh, Beomgyu! What's with the rush? Is there something wrong? I'm also sorry that I bumped into you earlier," Yeonjun timidly asks.
"Oh? You're Yeonjun right? I'm also sorry I wasn't really paying attention that time," he scratched the back of his head and perked up almost immediately as he almost forgot what he was about to say.
"Ah, by the way, I'm going over to Soobin's. He was crying when he called me on the phone. Wanna come? He might want some company," Yeonjun's eyes widen and immediately nodded and followed Beomgyu on the way to the crying boy's abode.
'Please be okay, Soobin.'
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Hi so I'm feeling motivated because of this yeonbin video from TXT Memories and I can't stop screaming about it. Y'all can find clips of it from twitter^^
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