WEAK SPOT [YEONBIN]

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Beomgyu hates it. This feeling.

He didn't understand it as he left Taehyun's house, that stupid porn video replaying in his head. Taehyun, being so nice and just different.

He hated that he's still thinking about it, laying in his bed. Why wasn't Taehyun freaked out? Was he really friends with... those people in the photos? Is this a sick joke?

Beomgyu hated even more that Soobin wasn't answering any of his calls.

"Please. Soobin. I have so many questions- I can only ask you. I can't sleep, dude. Please call me back. This is my last voicemail."

Beomgyu waits for Soobin to respond to said message but he doesn't. He checks the boy's location too. He's at Yeonjun's, of fucking course he is...

Instead, he thinks about him and Taehyun.

He hated what Taehyun told him. He hated it even more that he realized that the real reason he had kissed Soobin was simply because,

I wanted to.

He was starting to feel sick. Disconnecting from his body and mind. "I'm everything everyone wants to be..." Beomgyu whispers out into the empty space of his room. "My parents give me whatever thing I want. I'm rich. I'm popular, girls like me, I'm healthy, I'm smart-ish but..."

He sighs.

Why do I feel like this? Like I'm still waiting to live my life. Like, in limbo.

Suddenly, he hears a sound from downstairs, causing him to sit up from his bed. Eyes wide. It was loud enough to echo.

"Beomgyu! Honey?"

Beomgyu gasps, rolling off the bed. He listens, once his feet hit the floor. Holding his breath.

"Beomgyu!" The voice calls out again.

Beomgyu gasps, "Mom!" He shouts, sprinting out of his room, he bangs his leg against the side of the door.

"Fuck!" He curses as the pain blooms. Still, he continue, now hopping towards the staircase.

"Beomgyu!" He hears his mother call out again.

"I'm here! I'm here!" He shouts laughing. He skips down the last three steps, and looks up.

It's her.

She's here.

His mother stands at the entryway with two shiny suitcases, a long grey coat and her hair up in a braid with sunglasses on. She had a tan now, and sported a wide smile, arms extended.

Beomgyu nearly cries as he runs to her, letting her arms engulf him. She smells a bit like an unknown musky cologne but he sighs, still smelling the warmth and comfort he missed underneath.

"I missed you so much, honeybee!"

Beomgyu just buries his face into the crook of her neck, blinking his tears back.

"H-Holy shit." He shudders, squeezing her tight.

They separate. Beomgyu's arms still around his mother. She smiles, taking off her sunglasses. He looks up at her, eyes full of adoration and light.

"I'm so sorry I didn't reach out honeybee. Mommy got so busy! I had to extend the trip and everything!"

Beomgyu shakes his head. "It's okay! It's okay. And dad?"

She rolls her eyes then, removing Beomgyu's arms from her. The boy steps back quickly.

"Can you help me with the suitcases?"