In A Relationship With TXT Beomgyu

24 | One Day He Left

I and Jake made headlines with our hosting chemistry in the kpop concert by being MC. So we were chosen as hosts again for another Kpop event in 2025. So we met for rehearsals after months, but the comfort feeling remained same if not more. He was a really nice person.

"Good luck for the practice. I'll see you later," I told Jake as we parted our ways to go to our respective groups for dance practice.

Beomgyu was there with Soobin. It seemed like he had been passing by there, and yes Jake and I had to be here in this moment as well. While the TXT leader only shook his head at me, Beomgyu was opposite. He smiled. He freaking smiled and gave me a thumbs up. Clearly thought that I was playing Jake who was lost in his own world and went to his members, leaving me alone.

"Negative days, negative nights... Baby, you're wasting all your time... I can't relate, I keep it light. No, no, no drama in my life," I sang the lyrics as I walked past them to the elevator. "Love, I love how you hate me."

I knew it was a bad move, but I didn't care. I wanted Beomgyu to move on. Move on, so he won't look at me with such disappointment. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand entered through and I jumped, scared. Beomgyu entered the space, and I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.

My anxiety spiked up as the elevator started moving. I fingered my scarf, and loosened the knots as I kept playing with it. Ding. The doors opened and he got out. I followed, ready for the attack. Even though I knew Beomgyu hated me, I still had to mentally prepare myself for it.

To see his hatred.

He stopped and crouched to tie his shoelaces. I kept walking slowly, anticipating his cruel verbal attack but nothing came. My heart pounded and I curled my hands into fingers. This was not it. I couldn't go on like that. He should just let it out so that I could leave.

I halted my steps, took a deep breath, but a whoosh of air made the scarf slipped through my fingers and I tried to catch it but only caught air. Talk about embarrassment. I kneeled to get it from the floor and so did Beomgyu.

Our heads bumped, and I stumbled back, catching my balance. "Sorry," I muttered. He stepped back. "Say it. The anxiety is killing me. Say it." I sighed.

Beomgyu stared at me intently. He moved faster than light and then he was so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek. Slowly he bumped our heads again and then moved away as I stared into his eyes alert. "You've let me go. I need to move on," he whispered.

"Sunbae I-" His words settled in my mind, and I froze.

"It has been an year, Ae-Cha. I've to stop. I think I was angry because I wanted to see you..." Beomgyu sighed and looked away. "Maybe I wanted to see you loving me too, maybe bothered about what happened, but of course our feelings were completely different for each other."

No. No. Don't say that. Hate me.

"I've got to accept it."

No. Don't accept it. Don't erase me. Hate me.

"Clearly you're doing well."

I'm not. Please keep talking to me. Hate me but don't accept anything. Don't stop talking to me.

"Woah. You really have a God blessed face." He chuckled. "Can't even guess what you're thinking. Are you relieved that you won't have to put up with my annoying self anymore?"

I only stared. Beomgyu scoffed out a smile and shook his head. He took my hand in his and placed my scarf there. "Take care, Ae-Cha. Thank you for the time you gave me. I appreciated every moment of it." With that he sidestepped and walked away while I stood, shocked, and somewhere I knew that my soul would always stay here.