HEE:LIFT | TXT & Enhypen

~ fifty-nine ~

TW: references suicide

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Good Cop, Bad Cop || 3/3

"Dude." Heeseung grabbed Beomgyu's arm, dragging him into an empty room across the hallway. "You're going to sit outside the door all night too?"

"I know," Beomgyu groaned. "I just- I can't move. I'm really confused right now, and there's so many things going on, and I- Ugh."

"Have you even talked to Taehyun since, you know. McDonald's?"

"...No." Beomgyu's breaths shallowed. "Fuck. I don't want to cry."

"Better now than never."

"Agh." Beomgyu rubbed his face. "Stupid Taehyun. Get out of my head."

He curled into a ball, burying his face in his arms. "Fuck. He was just going to leave me like that? No goodbye? No nothing?"

"I'm sure he wasn't going to do that."

"No. No." Beomgyu rocked back and forth, clutching his head. "It's my fault. I knew I was going to get hurt, but my stupid brain still decided to be gay and like him."

Heeseung pursed his lips. "It's okay, Beomgyu ah."

"He's stupid for not talking to me." Beomgyu squeezed his eyes shut, forcefully covering his ears with his hands. After a minute of silence, he muttered, "And I'm fucking stupid for not talking to him."

Heeseung closed the door and flicked the light switch. Sounds from the hallway became muffled as the room turned into a hole of darkness.

"Sometimes... It's easier to think when the lights are off." He took a seat on the floor, leaving plenty of space between himself and the other boy.

Beomgyu hesitantly opened his eyes. He stared at the wheels of an empty hospital bed, his hands still loosely covering his ears.

"Is there something wrong with me?" He quietly asked Heeseung.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

Heeseung pulled his legs up to his chest. He sadly gazed at Beomgyu, left cheek squished against a knee. "Yes."

The door suddenly swung open, flooding the room with light.

"Oh. Oops." Jay stood in the hallway, a toothbrush in one hand and toothpaste in the other. "I thought this was the bathroom."

"Isn't there one in Taehyun's room?" Heeseung asked.

"Yeah, but Soobin hyung's been crying in there for the last thirty minutes."

"Jay, I want Taehyun back." Beomgyu gazed up at the boy pleadingly. "Tell me what to do."

Jay hesitantly entered the room and sat on the floor, facing Heeseung and Beomgyu. "Well... I'm not entirely sure about this yet, but I think something that might help, is uh, researching love languages...?"

"Researching what?" Beomgyu's red, puffy-eyed face filled with confusion.

Jay scratched his neck, abashed. "I... I have a tendency to get lost going down internet rabbit holes. Um, something I stumbled across a while ago was love languages. There's five main ones: words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, and physical touch."

Beomgyu stared at the younger boy. "Go on."

"Uh... Okay. Like most couples, I think you and Taehyun have different love languages."

"If we're like most couples, then why aren't we working?"

"Because you guys are just like, really bad at overcoming that."