“oh, and... gyu wanted to give you this.”
said soobin as he handed taehyun a small box. “what's this?” asked taehyun.
“i don't know— fuck i have a headache...” soobin sighed, shaking his head “he wanted to give you this but never really got the chance to.”
taehyun could only nod in response.
“i'll get going now... take care of yourself, hyung.”
“i will, don't worry about me.”
~ 21:03 / taehyun's home ~
taehyun placed the box on the night stand, before sitting on the bed, and just stared at the box. in silence. a part of him wanting to open it and see whatever his lover had placed inside the box, but on the other hand, he didn't want to open it; not wanting to cry.
he also placed the letter beomhee gave him earlier on top of the box, still not bothering to read what was written.
he took a deep breath, and layed on his bed, staring at the ceiling. it have been a while since he felt this empty.
he picked up his phone, opening to look at the notifications.
6 notifications.
old guy🧓
> please tell soobs i'm sorry.
> also, how are you holding on? are you okay?
hyuka :)
> hyung if you need someone to talk to, hyuka is here! :D
aunt eunseo
> talk to me if you need someone, i'm here.
> love you <3 :)
hyuka :)
> also hyung, don't do anything bad, i know how you could be...read more
...
yea...
i'm alright.
i don't need anyone to talk to.
i'm not ever sad... i'm not affected...
or so he thought.
if he wasn't affected; why was he expecting a notification from beomgyu.
—
gyu♡
hi >
i love you >
:) >
sent 21:12
i'm not crying by the way! >
so don't worry>
i don't know why i'm expecting a reply from you... >
sent 21:16
—
yea... he wasn't crying.
taehyun turns of his phone, closing his eyes. nothing feels real to him once again.
“i wish i—... i could've hold you tighter that night.” he whispered to himself, tears slowly forming in his eyes, “i wasn't ready to let you go.”
taehyun wipes the tears tht threatened to fall from his eyes; not wanting to cry. he shouldn't cry. he had experienced loss and had felt this depressive mood countless of times in his life, so this shouldn't affect him.
kang taehyun is a person who avoids his emotions. he'd often brush them away, bottling everything up. it's fine, it's fine, he had done this a lot of times now — he's used to this. but he couldn't help but ask himself, when was the last time he felt like he was at ease? where he was being himself... when he doesn't come alone to his thoughts...
where he didn't feel so lonely.
well, he wouldn't admit this to anyone, not even himself but... maybe beomgyu had a bigger impact of his life?
when did it start? the time when he was slapped randomly by beomgyu at the library that day? the day he realized he liked beomgyu? the night he drunkenly confessed? or was it... the day he realized beomgyu would leave him soon enough..?
is this real? is he dreaming?
taehyun lightly slapped himself with a confused look. no i'm not dreaming.
although he wished he was.
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