Taehyun's been out-of-his mind ever since Yeonjun disclosed what's been giving Beomgyu difficulties. He's at loss. Although the older did not mentioned everything out of Beomgyu's privacy but he couldn't believe that Beomgyu had been suppressing it by himself.
The fact that he knew it was his grandfather who's his carbon copy who killed him in the past, it must be dreadfully anguish and he understands why was the older trying to ignore him. He knew that it isn't easy seeing the one you've trusted the most betrays you. He probably could not phantom to glance at him without remembering the look on his eyes when he pulled the trigger.
Beomgyu had no idea that he was the reincarnation of Terry. He suspected it was Terry— Mr. Finn's grandson and at this point, Taehyun wished it wasn't him actually because it'll be much harder for Beomgyu to accept that he was cause of his death. At some point, he hope that he was out of the picture but no Taehyun believed that he was carrying his grandfather's memories to at the back of his mind.
The longingness ever since time forgotten made sense. The guiltiness he had no idea where it appears to be and the dream of his, Beomgyu lifeless in the field was his doing. He isn't stupid to live the wrongdoing of his grandfather especially that he was in love with Ben but for sure, Beomgyu's been dying of torment and that it what's been tormenting him too.
He drank the protein shake in one gulped and was about to head upstairs. He had not finished reading the diary yet because it felt extremely wrong as of this time. He wanted to read it with Beomgyu, share the pain with him hoping that it'll end soon.
He was two steps away the stairs when the doorbell ringed followed by a couple of knocks that had his brows furrowed in confusion. He wasn't expecting anyone and her sister isn't in the town as well so he had no idea who was behind the door until it fling open and Beomgyu throwing himself at him.
They almost stumbled if it weren't for fast reflexes. He sees Yeojun and Huening worried faces on the other side of the road but was replaced with relief, Yeojun even gave him a smile while dragging Huening back inside with force.
It took him a couple of seconds to register that Beomgyu was sobbing as he tightly embraced the younger. He closed the door using his right hand as he encircles his left at the older's torso keeping both of them balance.
“H-hey, what's wrong?” He asked swallowing a lump as Beomgyu continued to squeeze him.
He hoisted Beomgyu up so they could settle somewhere more comfortable. The older didn't bulge instead nuzzled his face on the crook of his neck still hiccuping. Taehyun found themselves in his living room with Beomgyu straddling in his lap. He caresses the older's back for comfort whilst his other hand keeps him steady around his waist. He had no idea what to do for he feels extremely ashame that Beomgyu's crying again probably because of what he did in the past.
“'M sorry.” It was muffled, almost inaudible yet Taehyun knew Beomgyu so well what was behind it.
“For what? Baby, stop apologizing. You didn't do anything wrong.” He replies, moving closer to give feather kisses all over Beomgyu's head.
“'M sorry. I-I'm sorry.” He kept on repeating that guilt crept entirely on Taehyun's system. Beomgyu has totally consume him wholly.
“Look at me, please.” He replies but the older shook his head sinking further to his neck, if possible.
“Eyes on me baby.” He softly, with utmost genuine called once more until Beomgyu at slow pace untangled the tightness wrapped on his neck.
The older kept his head low while Taehyun's left hand raised to cupped his face and lift him up until their eyes found each other. Taehyun absolutely found his weakness. Beomgyu's eyes was filled with unspoken words and emotions. It was filled with sadness that he had not seen from anyone, with fret that he couldn't understand why, with glimpse of guilt that crushed his heart with misery. Beomgyu's going to be the death of him.
YOU ARE READING
To my beloved, Terry
Fiksi Penggemar'til the next blooming of maple trees, my love. Your beloved, Ben 14 March 1798-1