The Blue Hours Passed | beomjun / yeongyu

Chapter 12: Wake Up Call - Beomgyu

Beomgyu wakes to Yeonjun at his side. The older boy stretches, smacking Beomgyu in the face.

Beomgyu sits up abruptly. The drowsiness of the medication fades away completely. He shakes his friend's shoulder. "Yeonjun. Get up. Get up!"

He's met with another smack, this time a fist to the stomach. Beomgyu yelps. This time, he gets up and shuffles around the bed, pulling Yeonjun's arm. He guesses he pulls too hard, because Yeonjun sails straight to the floor. "Ah!"

Beomgyu cringes. "Sorry..."

Yeonjun blinks away the sleep, kneeling on the floor and waiting as the real world returns to him. "Are you serious?"

"Why are you sleeping on my bed?" Beomgyu asks, unexplainably angry. Shouldn't he be happy that they could sleep together again? Isn't this what he was waiting for, for years?

"You asked me to," Yeonjun says, rising to his feet. His brows are drawn, probably mimicking Beomgyu's own.

"No I didn't," Beomgyu says. He presses a palm to his skull, as if he has a headache. When in reality, it's his heart that needs steadying. "You have to be careful. We're in a psych ward. Not my bedroom."

"It wasn't my idea," Yeonjun says, exasperated.

"Well you should know I say stupid things in my sleep," Beomgyu says. "You were listening to a dumb, unconscious thought."

"Dumb? Unconscious?" Yeonjun's brows draw tight, and his gaze hardens. "I didn't know that's how you see something sweet I was trying to do for you."

"There's nothing sweet about this!" Beomgyu's voice becomes a thunder, and he hates how he has to raise it. He doesn't like fighting with Yeonjun. "We're in a psych ward. I feel bad that you're here too, even though there's nothing wrong with you. I feel guilty! I want you to get out of here, but at the same time I stupidly love you for doing this! I'm just confused. Don't confuse me even more by sleeping on my bed."

Beomgyu saunters off to the farthest side, as far as he could get from Yeonjun. He's sure there's steam around his head—that's how frustrated he is. He doesn't know why he's so angry. He should be grateful. He should be telling Yeonjun that he loves him, without having to wrap it in an insult.

"Did you see it coming?" Yeonjun asks, tentatively.

Beomgyu scoffs, leaning against the wall of their small, shared room. "No, I didn't imagine that I'd ever end up in a ward. Are you dumb?"

"Dumb?" Yeonjun puts a hand to his chest, sighing with probably more force than required. "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything. Just fucking kiss me."

As soon as the words leave his lips, Beomgyu knows he's made a mistake. His own eyes widen. Yeonjun looks at him like he's seeing a stranger, or perhaps a ghost. Embarrassment ripples across his skin, and an immediate sweat breaks out on the back of his neck, tracing its way down his spine. Is it the medication making him act like this? Or has he just been holding the words in for too long, like a volcano he thought was dormant, but really was on the verge of exploding?

"What?" Yeonjun's hardness changes to shock, and then concern. "Are you okay, Beomgyu?"

"Ignore that," Beomgyu says. "I'm not thinking right. Must be the pills."

"Okay, okay." Yeonjun looks to the side, pink gracing his cheeks. "Don't go around asking anyone to kiss you, now."

Beomgyu doesn't miss the jealousy in the other's voice, the confusion mixed with a strange sense of longing. "I won't." Because the only one I want to kiss is you.