𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 || 𝕥𝕒𝕖𝕘𝕪𝕦 ✓

𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣/𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕠𝕧

the latter shook like one of the dead leaves on the floor, the only difference is that they were dead on the floor while beomgyu was... getting there. the black-haired was soaked from head to toe as the rain had thundered his anger all over the earth, like in the bible story, noah's ark. the lighting with its brothers thunder and wind brought temporary havoc to the world's surface and  all on top of it. they destroyed everything and everyone who even dared to enter their path, whether to escape from it's wrath or trying to stop the non-pernament disaster to mother nature.

beomgyu was not an exception. the north, south, east and west winds whistled in harmony, and bolts of electricity combined together to make the most ear-shattering sounds ever recorded on the rector scale. the now-condensed liquid of the unhappy clouds crashed on everything thing standing tall, reducing the biggest and bulkiest of trees to nothing but their decomposing pieces on the wettened soil.

the black-haired coiled into the smallest ball he could manage as the bone-chilling scene refused to stop and wouldn't for quiet some time. hot tears streamed down the boy's face as his mind took his fear and emotional pain and mixed them with the situation was in and that was all needed to kick the latter into fight or flight mode. to fight was to face his fear and manage to stay under the little comfort of a tree or to fly was to run for his life and sanity far away to the ends of the earth. beomgyu couldn't choose.

so he decided to freeze.

he physically felt the world melt away from him as he was trappd in the ever-sturdy, but never ending prison of his thoughts. all the bad, dreadful memories that he never wanted to remember sped at supersonic speed across the screen of his mind's eye.

you see, beomgyu had very little, and when the author means little, they mean by very rare occurrences of these types of problems.  the black-haired, in these situations, felt as if he was going to shut down and never be able to reboot, felt as if he was helpless, no aid, no assistance, no cure to his disadvantage. he felt weak, as if the whole world looked down upon him, even if they weren't.

he had learned to control his negative feelings quite well and had adapted quite quickly. but everyone has those moments when they just want to give up, to let go. the first appearance was one that he didn't remember, when taehyun had rejected him. it felt like someone had just picked up his heart and toyed with it, broken strings and loose screws, before handing it back to him, bruised and broken, unable to function. yeonjun and soobin had allowed him to heal, giving him time, space and advice, but  it had taken him long, as long as a year, before his delightful and distraught memories with the blonde vanished into the back of his mind.

he didn't know that they were soon to be rekindled.

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who can relate to this chapter, i can

next chap i promise taegyu will meet, it will also be a bit longer i hope

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