❝my youth is with you❞ yeonbin

chapter 9

tw // abuse

Just when he entered the house, the unpleasant smell of alcohol got its way into his nose. Sighing, he passed through the living room, looking out for a sign of his family member. The boy reached the stairs. The most difficult part was not making the wood creak, which was inevitable in that old house. As there was no sight of his father, he could have been anywhere sleeping in his room or passed out on the floor. His heart skipped a few beats when he'd hear the creaking under his feet. No one responded though. He quietly made it to his room. Beomgyu carefully closed the door of his bedroom. Without a sound, he put a backpack in the corner.

"Maybe, he's already at work," he said looking up in silent prayer.

He went to his drawer and searched for some clothes. Beomgyu changed quickly. Then, he put every piece of clothing borrowed from Taehyun in the pile. He's decided to wash them and return them as soon as possible.

It was an old storied building. It was part of the terraced house located at the end of the street. The ground floor was a small local shop, which belonged to Beomgyu's grandfather, and it was later passed on to his father.

Beomgyu took the basket with clothes and went to the bathroom. He sat on a cold floor and started sorting. His mind swayed somewhere else. Humming the songs under his breath, the sun made its way to the room through the window. He looked outside and saw a lone building in front, the weather was nice, he thought. A single tear ran down his cheek.

His phone was next to him. Whenever he looked at it, he sort of wished for a notification from his friends to pop up. However, he had no energy to text them first. Feeling restless and anxious, he continued doing laundry.

"Baby, angels like you can't fly down hell-" Beomgyu sang while turning on the washing machine. He got lost in thoughts for a moment. The numbness embraced his head, he didn't know what to do for the rest of the day. He just knew he couldn't abuse Taehyun's hospitality, so he needed to come back home once in a while.

He got startled by the sudden sound of the doors being slammed.

He left the bathroom quietly. Leaning on the stair railing, he tried to peek on the down floor. Beomgyu saw his father stumbling before the stairs and heard him cursing when he almost tripped. He furrowed his brows and bit on his lips. He made his way to the bedroom, trying to ignore his drunk father.

One hour. He had to wait for an hour before the washing is done. Then another few hours, waiting for the clothes to dry. Then, he could escape again.

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"They're leaving, ready?" Taehyun asked Kai, before pushing him to the entrance of the cinema. He hid with Hyein in the alley, between two shops.

"Do you all dislike Bumjune so much?" the girl looked at Taehyun with her piercing question. He scratched his head and pursed his lips. He looked at his friend troubled and decided to ignore the kid.

His phone beamed, and a notification popped up.

[user GyuGamer_13 started live streaming], and he immediately clicked on it. Beomgyu was sitting on his chair, a guitar in his hands, he was strumming the chords quietly and gently, humming the song. Taehyun heard nothing in the crowded mall, but he kept on watching. His mouth formed a slight smile.

Kai made his way to the two, as he took out his phone, and pretended to text someone. His eyes glued to the device, he bumped intentionally into Yeonjun. The three of them stopped. Bumjune had his arm put around his shoulders, he held him even closer after the collision. The blush appearing on Yeonjun's face made him smile for a second before he realized who they met.