Dare // Taegyu

15 | Hurting

Beomgyu didn't bother staying at school that day. He didn't care about the consequences of skipping school. Frankly, he didn't care about much at the moment. He was too stuck on the fact that everyone he trusted lied to him.

His parents were at work when he got home so at least he didn't have to deal with them just yet. He was already in trouble with them again so this would just make the punishments heavier. He just knew that the scolding he'd get when they get home would be multiple times worse.

He didn't dwell on that all too much though. Rather, he decided to dwell on his earlier rejection. The boy cried until he couldn't anymore.

He tried to suppress his tears. To keep them quiet. But he figured, what was the point? He was hurting. Although this wasn't exactly his first rejection, it was the one that affected him the most deeply. His silent cries turned into loud, pain-filled wails. He didn't care if his next-door neighbors could hear him, or even if his neighbors across the street could. The boy's wails then turned into dry sobs. He'd run out of tears to cry. He was beat and his throat felt hoarse. He silently cursed himself for getting so butt-hurt over a boy.

When he got tired of crying, he connected his phone to his speaker and blasted his sad playlist before falling asleep to the music.

•••

The boy later woke up —although not really wanting to, not knowing exactly how much time had passed. But his head throbbed and his face felt sticky from dried-up tears. He begrudgingly got out of bed and ran himself a hot shower. It seemed his tears had replenished because he cried in there too.

But instead of tears of sadness and pain, he cried hot tears of anger and resentment.

He was mad at those who lied to him, but mad at himself more so. He knew he shouldn't have let them get his hopes up like that. He knew that he shouldn't have let himself get blindsided by the words they spoke. He knew that it was all his fault. His fault for falling so hard for Taehyun. His fault for having his hopes up so high. His fault for being blinded by the love he has for Taehyun.

He swears he's spent at least an hour alone just reflecting and scrutinizing his past self in the shower. But he knew he had to get out sooner or later.

After his shower, he went downstairs into his kitchen to grab a tub of ice cream. It made him think of his hyung. That traitor. God, now the male wanted to cry again. And he was about to, while eating ice cream and watching sad movies on the couch, but before he could even get a spoon to eat with, the sound of his doorbell ringing distracted him.

He audibly groaned and wondered who it even was. Both of his parents had a key so they wouldn't need to ring the doorbell. And usually, if it was Yeonjun, the boy would just barge in. However, Beomgyu wasn't sure if he even wanted to see the older right now.

Snapping him out of his daze, the ring of Beomgyu's doorbell sounded again. Although this time, longer and more obnoxious. Beomgyu knew for sure who it was now. He groaned again, even louder this time, before dropping his ice cream on the counter and going to open the front door.

When he opened the door, he was met with the sight of his hyung standing slightly slouched with an empathetic look on his face. Beomgyu just stared with a straight face.

"Hey Beom... Wanna talk about it? I brought the ice cream~" The corners of his lips lifted into a small sympathetic smile as he pushed forward the tub of ice cream to the younger.

"No thanks. I have my own." Beomgyu went to close the door but Yeonjun was fast enough to keep the door open before the younger could.

"Wait, Gyu, I know that you're hurt, but talking might make it feel better," Yeonjun suggested in a soft voice, slight desperation evident in his tone.

Beomgyu scoffed, "Talk? What is there to even talk about? How you and the others betrayed me? How you all put in all of that effort for the sake of seeing me get rejected?" He let out a humorless chuckle.

Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows, "Gyu.. that's not what it was, i-it—"

"Don't even, hyung," Beomgyu interrupted, feeling tears prick the corners of his eyes. "Just.. just leave. I don't want to talk about it."

"But Gyu—" Yeonjun tried to reason, but the younger was having none of it.

"Just go, hyung! Go.. L-leave me be..." His voice got progressively quieter as he spoke.

Beomgyu shut the door in his hyung's face before the older could speak again. He didn't care if he was thinking irrationally, he just didn't want to see Yeonjun any longer.

On the other side, Yeonjun walked off feeling dejected. He didn't bother to pester Beomgyu any further. He knew the younger wanted his space. So that's what Yeonjun would give him. He knew his dongsaeng would come around eventually.

Eventually...