My Son, Beomhyun

Chapter 28

"Soojun-hyung."

"Yeah?" Soojun utters, glancing at Beomhyun.

"As much as I appreciate you for helping me out from the hospital. I am an INCH close of PUNCHING you into the moon!" Beomhyun says through gritted teeth.

The raven haired male let out a chuckle. "Ha! Like you would do that to me."

"I will if you don't put me down," the young boy hissed.

Well actually, Beomhyun was already released from the hospital and all he had to do was just go back to Beeojegug and plant himself straight to the guest room which he now claims as his bed.

Sounds easy no?

Well, unless you have an extra slash dramaqueen babysitter whose currently carrying you in a bridal hold.

And not to mention that you're being stared and cooed at by lots of people like you're some cute ass couple.

"I swear Choi if you're doing this just to embarass me then you're doing a very good job! I might even give you a medal for being the most dramatic idiot I've met in the whole wide world!"

"And not to mention the most handsome," Soojun added and winked.

"Ew! Put me down you narcissist, put me down!" Beomhyun shrieks continuously slapping the older males' chest.

"Beom, you do realize that you're attracting attention to yourself right?" Woosan asks, voice laced of teasing.

"And I'll continue doing so if this guy..." he points at Soojun. "Doesn't put me down this instant!"

"Too bad Beomie, Soojun loves the attention," Yeo-jong giggled.

"Well Byun, if you haven't complained about how your wound hurts when you walk then I wouldn't be doing this." Soojun reasoned.

Beomhyun let out a groan and sneered. "You could've atleast placed me on a wheelchair."

"Tsk, you don't even know the privilege you have right now." Soojun began. "Getting carried by THE Choi Soojun in bridal hold is like a thing people would die and wish for."

"Wow, really? They must really want help then."

Woosan and Yeo-jong let out a couple of series of laughter.

"That's gotta leave a burn mark," Woosan chuckled, biting his lower lip to prevent himself from smiling.

"Do you want aloe vera for that roast Junnie?" Yeo-jong snickered, patting the raven head on the shoulder.

Soojun only gave them an eye-roll before glancing at Beomhyun.

"Touché Byun, touché."

Once the four boys arrived at the manor. Soojun quickly offered to help the brunette younger who, expectedly, decline and walked as if he wasn't feeling any pain in his abdomen.

Though even with the threats and glares he received from the younger. Soojun was still right behind him, just in case if the brunette falls or bumps into someone which can increase the pain where Beomhyun was shot.

"I swear, he follows him like a lovesick puppy and it looks so gross." Woosan whispers, eyes on their leader who was getting glares from Beomhyun ever so often.

"I know right? But you have to admit it Sannie, they look cute." Yeo-jong giggles, nudging his frenemy's arm.

"Hmm, 'guess you're right."