heart trap | beomjun / yeongyu

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Beomgyu normally isn't too taken aback by waking up to his heart being missing.

It's pretty easy to predict. Every two to three months, whenever Beomgyu is mildly attracted to a new person. As Taehyun (unhelpfully) said, it was obvious that his hot TA would be the next pick.

That was only a little over a week ago, so he shouldn't be due for at least two months, depending on when he meets someone new.

Shouldn't. But apparently is.

He wakes up grasping at his chest, blood oozing from between his fingers, and for a second he thinks he's still dreaming. But the sticky liquid on his hands is very much real—the bitter taste of iron on his tongue from it pooling in the air is unmistakable.

"What the fuck," he says out loud, because. What the fuck. "Soobin!"

There's no answer. Beomgyu is too busy panicking to get out of bed, though, so he screams at the top of his lungs, "Soobin!"

The door swings open and Soobin gasps.

"What the fuck?"

"I know!" Beomgyu shrieks. He tries to untangle himself from the sheets, but his hands are shaking so badly he ends up making it worse.

Soobin shoves him back onto the bed and then wrestles the sheets off, throwing them onto the ground. Beomgyu makes a horrified noise at the mess of blood all over his sheets, the giant tear in his shirt and the massive wound on the left side of his chest.

Ten minutes later, Soobin is taping the gauze over Beomgyu's chest. They're both wide awake, and Beomgyu's head hurts a thousand times more than it did last night.

As Soobin finishes up, Beomgyu takes one very long deep breath.

"Beomgyu..." Soobin says, releasing the gauze and smoothing the final part down. Beomgyu shuts his eyes so he can avoid Soobin's look of disappointment. "It's five thirty in the morning."

"And?"

"He's going to wake up in an hour."

Beomgyu falls back onto his bed and buries his face into his pillow.

There's only one person his heart could've gone to. It can't be a coincidence that there's suddenly an irregular flare up right after he spent the entire week despairing over Yeonjun. He doesn't understand why it had to happen now, when he's certainly been upset over Yeonjun before, but.

It's happening. Present tense.

"Fuck my life," he says.

"Up," Soobin orders. He slaps Beomgyu on the back. "I know you don't want him to find out, so get there before he wakes up."

--

A few years ago, Taehyun, Kai and him watched Game of Thrones together, and there was this part where one of the characters did a walk of shame. Or something like that. Maybe he hallucinated it. The point is, this is very much like a walk of shame. He can imagine people throwing tomatoes and snickering at him.

He sprints to Yeonjun's apartment and still only makes it there ten minutes before six thirty. The elevator takes one minute to come, and Yeonjun's suite is on the very end of the hallway. He estimates that he has around seven minutes before Yeonjun wakes up and potentially hears him sneaking around outside.

There was no chance that his heart wouldn't be on Yeonjun's doorstep, both from logical reasoning and considering he can feel the pull bringing him closer and closer to where Yeonjun's place is—but he's still upset to find it there.