𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤, Beomjun

009

"Where are we going?" Yeonjun asks miserably, squeezing his arms tighter around his shivering body as his clothes soak up the cold rain and allow it to reach his body.

Beomgyu leads the way with heavy steps, arms crossed over his chest. He chatters his teeth against the cold as if it's snowing, shoulders bunched up and chin tucked into his chest.

The weather isn't settling anytime soon and Beomgyu's nice enough not to expect Yeonjun to walk the whole way back to his own village. "My father's estate, it's a lot more private than our house in the village and he doesn't go here often because he prefers somewhere closer to his people," Beomgyu explains as the house's brick and iron-wrought fence comes into view.

"How many houses does one family need?" Yeonjun mumbles rhetorically but Beomgyu decides to answer anyway, mainly to brag.

"Within the village? Two. We have a summer house near the lakes and another down south." If this were anyone but Yeonjun, Beomgyu would be ashamed to boast, feeling big-headed and spoiled. Since it is Yeonjun, Beomgyu has no shame.

Yeonjun snorts, probably holding back some comment that'll have Beomgyu leaving him out in the rain.

"I don't want you anywhere near me when we get inside, so you can stay in the hallway opposite my room."

"So, your great idea is to kidnap me?"

"How is it kidnapping if you come here willingly?" Beomgyu scoffs, looking over his shoulder to glare at Yeonjun, who blatantly ignores Beomgyu's input on the room situation.

"Because if we get caught I'm telling them I was taken against my will." Yeonjun meets Beomgyu's eyes, who in favour rolls his and turns back to face the direction he's walking in.

"Just- -Try not to talk. Your voice is irritating and I don't need anyone hearing the voice of someone who's not meant to be here."

Beomgyu places a hand on the gate as they reach it, and pauses. He turns to Yeonjun wearing a stern gaze that questions if he'll be able to follow the rules.

Yeonjun rolls his eyes and pushes on the gate himself, slipping inside the premises before Beomgyu can and the younger just about manages to hold back his yell, surprisingly.

Yeonjun doesn't take time to appreciate the pretty garden with its flowers and freshly trimmed grass bordered with smooth stones because he doesn't want Beomgyu to catch him and be smug about it. He keeps his eyes focused on the door, watching as the yellow path beneath his feet shortens and the door comes closer into view.

Beomgyu pads on past him, running up to the door and ordering Yeonjun to close his eyes. Yeonjun does until he's certain Beomgyu's no longer watching him, and then he opens them. Beomgyu's pulls a key from under one of the plant pots, a stupid place to hide a key anyway when it'd be the first place someone looks.

Yeonjun snaps them closed again when he senses Beomgyu turning his way and barely misses a scolding. He hears the door unlock and Beomgyu tells him he can open his eyes again and then they're entering the estate.

It's surprisingly not as grandiose as he expected it to be when he'd seen it from outside, but the inside looks even smaller. That could be due to the dark colour scheme of the house that makes it feel smaller than it is but Yeonjun can't say for certain.

He copies Beomgyu sliding his shoes off on the welcome mat and placing them on the shoe rack where there are two pairs of shoes and three lots of slippers, supposedly Beomgyu's, his father's and his mother's. To prove his idea right, Beomgyu drops a pair to the floor and slides them on, giving Yeonjun his father's.

"Don't let your smell get on them. It's bad enough you being near it, I don't need my dad to know you were here too... especially touching his stuff."

Yeonjun doesn't believe for a second that Beomgyu hates his scent. He was happy enough before to indulge in it and he'd probably jump at the chance if Yeonjun let him again.