TXT Oneshots || Mature

Beomjun || Ride Home

Top: Yeonjun

Bottom: Beomgyu

They were on their way back from what was possibly the worst dinner they'd ever experienced. Beomgyu knew from quite early on in their relationship that Yeonjun's parents weren't in his life much. Every few months, in these dreaded meetings, he was educated on why exactly that was.

The 'dinners' were solely an officiality between the Min family. The real reason they were held was to discuss business, not updates or exchanges of love.

Yeonjun didn't give a fuck either way. He had long cut his parents out of his life, not wanting to stay in a house that was founded in toxicity, and unrealistic expectations. He'd been at boarding schools his whole life, and expectedly, had little affection towards his supposed family. As an only child, you'd think his parents had a certain level of regard for him.

Time and time again, they were disappointed.

If it wasn't for the family investments and endeavors, he wouldn't even make an effort to keep contact. He'd taken charge of all the business as soon as he turned eighteen, and had the rights. But his parents couldn't be taken off the name holders, and therefore, he had the displeasure of having to attend the meetings, and try to act civilly.

Beomgyu always felt his heart ache when a reminder came up every few months about these obligatory evenings. It was hardly an invitation, since they could never turn down.

Unfortunately, they didn't have that much liberty. Just remembering the one time Yeonjun's parents had reacted when they didn't attend made him feel a little more inclined to go. He would rather move to the other side of the world than let them invade their personal space again. To avoid their everyday lives being breached, they complied with his parents' wishes. At least that way they could ignore their presence for the months in between.

Beomgyu had been dating Yeonjun for years now, so he'd tagged along as moral support to at least ten by now. If it was possible, each one turned out worse than he could imagine. The shouting was inevitable, but it often got too personal, and neither of them took comments about their relationship lightly. And what was probably worse, was the near five hour drive they always had to take to reach his parent's mansion. They always went in the early afternoon, and by the time they went out, it was always so late.

Currently, it was just before eleven o'clock. Yeonjun preferred driving back from there at night anyway. The darkness, and lack of cars helped him to focus and gather his thoughts, especially after the conversations that happened across the table. Despite this, Beomgyu could see that today, it didn't have its usual calming effects. The remnant frustration in Yeonjun's expression was visible from a mile away.

He was driving rather roughly, and Beomgyu was glad they were on the highway, or he'd probably have to face the jolting forwards and back whenever Yeonjun carelessly changed the gears. It was raining a little, the light pitter patters against the roof of the car, along with the engine revving acting as the elevator music of their ride.

Every now and then, there was the sound of leather as Yeonjun flexed his fingers around the edge of the steering wheel, gripping it tighter either side. His face was devoid of emotion, eyes set straight in front of him. He was laying back in his seat, pulled behind more than usual to give some room to slouch.

Beomgyu knew how much the lack of parental support worked up his boyfriend, and with reason too. Anyone would crumble knowing that their own caregivers, their mother and father, their only immediate family held so much hatred for them. This was one of the nights were Yeonjun's parents had overstepped too far, and accused Beomgyu of swaying their son's decisions.