Beomgyu turns his head towards Yeonjun, hoping he'll voice his disagreement on the idea, but he agrees with Beomgyu's father instead.
Beomgyu doesn't, not one bit. The irritation that rises in him when he's alone, then settles when Yeonjun's around, speaks volumes to him the more he has time to think things over and piece things together. And with those omegas poking around Yeonjun, courting him, he refuses to be apart from him.
Beomgyu turns back to his father and shakes his head firmly. "No, there must be other options, we'll choose one of those."
"Beomgyu, this is the quickest way." His dad huffs, sympathy in his eyes when they scan over his son. Not for what's to come, but for situation he's currently in—possibly bonded to Yeonjun.
"So?" Beomgyu scoffs, retracting his head and shifting his eyes to Yeonjun's dad, Iseul. "Can't you do something?" he asks, raising an expectant brow.
Iseul stands with his arms crossed over his chest, still near the door. "Requesting for a doctor that specialises in this area would take time... And in that time, if you are bonded, it could strengthen, which will result in it being more painful when you break it."
"Not to mention the eyebrows it'll raise if word slips out," Kwangsoo adds, glancing at Iseul, who nods in agreement, and then the two boys. "So far, the people out there will assume we're here making some agreement not to fight-"
"Unless they caught onto Yeonjun's little protest." Iseul rolls his eyes before nipping the sides of his nose and sighing.
He drops his hand back down. "I told you I wasn't going to hurt him, why did you react like that?" He sighs again, the disappointment present in his tone.
"We're talking about Beomgyu and I possibly being bonded and you expected me to sit back and watch you threaten his life?"
Despite addressing the bond as a hypothetical, it seems like the four are close to certain that the younger two are. Though, the words of doubt will be used until they know for certain, maybe as a small glimpse of hope.
Iseul tips his head, giving him the benefit of the doubt. "I was hoping you could if you knew why I was doing it, yes."
Yeonjun rolls his eyes and sighs.
"Look, I don't care about any of that!" Beomgyu interrupts with a shout and a fed-up huff. "Call up the doctor," he demands, an expectant pair of eyes on Iseul.
Iseul makes no move to call the doctor or refuse Beomgyu's demand, but it's clear to the omega he won't do it.
"Dad!" He turns to his dad this type, round-eyed and pouting.
His dad lets out a sympathetic sigh and stares at him, it tells him he won't get in touch with the doctor either.
Beomgyu huffs, frustrated. These darn alphas are so bull-headed and annoying. This process will be the hardest for him and yet when he voices his disapproval, none of them help.
His last resort is to try Yeonjun, so he turns his head in the latter's direction, who's already staring at him, and pleads through his innocent eyes. "Yeonjun..." He pouts.
The mentioned slides his gaze away, biting his bottom lip.
"Why won't any of you do as I ask?" he yells out of desperation, frustration swelling in his chest as he glances between the three—and though he isn't one to cry, tears threaten the back of his eyes.
He has to take a deep breath of air to stop them, replacing his despondency with anger. "You're all so selfish! You know how hard separating two bonded people apart is, and that omegas take it the hardest, yet when I ask for you not to make me go through that, not one of you offer help!"
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𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤, Beomjun
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