lovesong | beomryu

𝟎𝟖 | give me a feeling

"Daddy, why are your eyes shiny?"

"I'm just happy, Sungwoo." He wipes at his eyes quickly.

Beomgyu looks down at his son on his lap and holds him a little tighter when he sees her in him. It's the same confused pout she would wear when he told her a joke she didn't understand.

"But my eyes only get shiny when I'm sad." Sungwoo stutters over his words a little, trying to word them as properly as a four-year-old can.

He chuckles in amusement. "Your eyes can get shiny if you're happy too. If you're angry, if you're sad... sometimes you feel so much that you start to cry."

Sungwoo looks like he's going to ask more questions but another little boy runs up to the pair with a huge smile.

"Hi Beomgyu uncle! Can I play with Sungwoo?" He asks, bouncing excitedly on the balls of his little feet.

"Oh, hi Wonseok. Of course you can, if Sungwoo is okay with it too," Beomgyu smiles and glances at the boy in his arms who immediately jumps out of his seat on his dad.

"See you later, daddy!"

"Okay, let's go!" Wonseok drags out his words while jumping in place. Beomgyu wonders just how much sugar has the boy consumed tonight.

The two boys wave at him before running off to the playroom for the children. He watches them for a while, making sure they're both where they should be.

"Shi- I mean, gosh! This kid..."

Beomgyu snickers when he looks over to the side to see Soobin, his friend, with his hands on his knees as he stares off into the playroom. He's panting for air indicating he had been running around for Wonseok.

"Your own son is running you like the military, Soobin," he teases as the man walks over to sit next to him with a heavy sigh.

"You think this is bad? Watch the tantrums he throws when we're home... he just escaped for the third time today. Jisu is going to kill me when she comes back," Soobin pathetically glances over at his wife with their one-year-old daughter at the far side of the wedding reception, mingling with the newlyweds.

"It's alright. He's playing with Sungwoo over there now. They'll be fine but I can't promise you will be when Jisu gets back."

Soobin visibly shudders.

He then looks over at Beomgyu with a raised brow. "Why are you sitting here all by yourself?"

"I'm not alone," he says defensively, then nods towards the guests sitting at his table.

"Beomgyu... you're sitting in a table full of gossiping aunties," he tries to whisper so they wouldn't hear.

It fails miserably.

"What was that?" One of the aunties sharply inquires to which both men flinch and bow in apology.

It doesn't take long before they both silently agree to leave for the moment. Even as they walk away, they feel the piercing glares of the aunties stabbing them in the back.

"So," Soobin starts, sounding unsure of how to approach him on the matter. Beomgyu already knows what he's going to ask. "How are you holding up?"

He doesn't say anything at first. What could he possibly say to that when he doesn't want to ruin the mood? No matter how he feels, Beomgyu doesn't want to ruin the mood, not when they're at a wedding.

"What do you want me to say, Soobin? I'm okay." I'll be okay.

But he's not okay. Beomgyu doesn't think he'll ever be okay. Being here, in a place where everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves but him, made him feel guilty for the anguish gripping his heart. He tried... God, he tried so hard to be happy. If not for her, for Sungwoo, who was too young to understand everything.