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With an uneasy feeling in his stomach, Yeonjun stood in front of the room he had gone to yesterday.
He stared into the room, looked at the childish furnishings, and frowned.
Still hadn't gotten any answers about what it was all about. And he didn't want to ask Beomgyu that directly.
Because he had a hangover from last night, so he had been lying on the sofa for what felt like an eternity, not moving. Besides, Yeonjun didn't want to cause any sadness when he had seen how unstable the older man was anyway.
He had to be careful.
Therefore, he pulled the door of the room closed again and gave a somewhat exasperated sigh.
"What are you doing?" asked Beomgyu in a low voice, causing Yeonjun to turn to him, startled. It was hard to tell if he was angry or still drained from yesterday's drinking. He looked beat too, with deep circles under his eyes and hair disheveled from sleep, but he had his arms crossed in front of his chest.
The 24-year-old swallowed hard, because he had clearly been sniffling, and even when Beomgyu hadn't been home. "I-I just wanted to see what was in that room," he mumbled, hoping he would get an answer to the question of what the nursery was all about.
"That was my child's room ... my daughter's room," Beomgyu grumbled, furrowing his brow so that deep wrinkles formed on it.
"You have a daughter?" asked Yeonjun, startled, even though it was the only plausible explanation for the room.
All that came in response was a nod, then Beomgyu sighed and walked past Yeonjun to open the door again so they could both enter the room. "Yes, I had. I married my ex-wife five years ago and we moved into this house. Four years ago, she got pregnant with our daughter."
Astonished but glad that Beomgyu trusted him enough to tell, Yeonjun walked behind him. He had seen the room before, but he was worried that the sight might drag the young CEO down.
"You said you had ... what happened to her?"
"She died in childbirth. My wife got depressed, blamed me, and divorced me," was Beomgyu's brutal truth, and he still had his back turned to Yeonjun.
He couldn't manage to look at the dark blond.
And from the shaking of his shoulders, you could see how hard it still was for him.
"Beomgyu," Yeonjun spoke the name slowly and compassionately. He bit his lower lip, not knowing what to say back to this heavy fate. He was not good at consoling and he knew it. So he just walked up to him and wrapped his arms around his chest. He pressed his cheek against the neck of the minimally smaller man and closed his eyes. Weeks ago he would have said he didn't care what happened to other people, but now he felt great compassion. "I'm sorry," he said, not just referring to the matter of his child.
