Yeonjun takes Beomgyu from Soobin when they're outside the door to his house, neither of them fight it, and he pushes open the door to his house, stepping inside.
The two parents peer out of his father's office and them quickly pour out of the room when their eyes find Beomgyu, horror on both their faces.
Yeonjun doesn't owe them an explanation right now. Not when he's angry at himself for listening to Kwangsoo while also angry at Kwangsoo for thinking he knows best, so he simply says, "Soobin found him before anything worse happened... When we could've found him before it happened." Then he leads Beomgyu down the hall, Soobin's following after them.
He takes Beomgyu into the downstairs bathroom, sitting him down on the toilet seat and tilting his chin up so he looks at him. He frowns when Beomgyu delicate eyes find his, he looks completely drained, nothing like his usual fiery spirit.
"What the hell happened to you..." he mutters, only realising Soobin left them when he enters the bathroom with a wet rag. The alpha settles in front of Beomgyu and gently grabs his arm, bringing the rag towards a gash when Yeonjun grabs his wrist.
Now, Yeonjun was fine with Soobin holding onto him while they were walking, but taking care of the omega too when that's his job? (Which he wants to do a good job of to somewhat make up for not following after him before.) That, he's not okay with.
Soobin's doesn't protest, though he huffs and slaps the rag into Yeonjun's hand, shuffling away with a roll of his eyes.
Soobin's eyes bore into him as he starts cleaning Beomgyu's wounds.
The younger winces and tries to pull his arm away and Yeonjun shushes him soothingly, trying to press against the wound gentle enough to assure minimal pain whilst still cleaning the injury. Beomgyu presses his eyes shut to deal with the pain, nose and lips scrunching whenever it's a little more painful. He circles his lips and lets the air flow, focusing on his breathing to distract himself from the pain. However, the tears in his eyes are a tell-tale sign of it.
"Who did it, Beomgyu?" Yeonjun asks softly, rubbing a clean part of the rug against the cut on his cheek and glancing at the finger-pad brushes on Beomgyu's neck. A cauldron boils in his stomach and he can't think of a punishment great enough to pay the price for hurting the omega. Anything he comes up with feels to lenient or like an easy way out. He wants them to suffer.
Beomgyu opens his eyes as heavy droplets fall on his lap and he glances down (mainly to avoid Yeonjun's questioning gaze) to find the alpha's fist unintentionally tight around the rag. He looks up to search Yeonjun's eyes and says nothing, a hand placing itself on Yeonjun's to loosen the grip. When the droplets no longer spill, he drops his hand and stares down at them in his lap, fiddling with his fingers.
"Who was it?" Yeonjun pushes, his dejected hand falling and threading the rag between his fingers.
"I'm not weak–" Beomgyu blurts out instead, voice barely audible despite the desperation he says it with.
"I never said you were." Yeonjun frowns, concern in his eyes.
"You're not weak, Beomgyu," Soobin says because he hopes hearing that one thing from an alpha will make Beomgyu feel better—if only by a bit.
"But I couldn't fight back..." Beomgyu faces Soobin, joyless eyes meeting Soobin's. Lines form on Soobin's forehead as he frowns and bows his brows.
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𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤, Beomjun
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