𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤, Beomjun

023

With every step Beomgyu takes up the stairs, his shoes echo through the room, the building sounding lonely and hollow.

He stares at the pictures on the wall to the left. Some of people; Others of nature. Beomgyu's favourite is one of a younger girl enveloped in a field of flowers, smiling as the sun hits her skin. Her dress white and decorated with a pattern of light purple roses.

She looks at peace, Beomgyu wants that.

He sighs and faces away from the paining, down at the back of Yeonjun's feet as he watches the steps he takes. Confident and eager. He takes a turn to the left and pushes open the second door they pass.

The room is kissed with the white streaks of sunlight, open curtains blow softly against the breeze invited in from the open window.

Beomgyu would say the duvet on the king-sized bed is white, but there's a variety of things piled on it that leaves him second guessing whether he's allowed to know that. The duvet might as well be hidden like some kind of treasured secret.

He mindlessly lets go of Yeonjun's hand as he looks around, staring at himself in the vanity mirror and the grey shadows under his eye that make him appear ghoulish. He grimaces and forces his face away, eyes landing on Yeonjun who's anxiously fluffing a pillow.

"I heard omegas need nests," he says a little breathless. "So, I gathered up some things I thought'd you'd appreciate."

He smacks a hand down on one of the plushies on the bed, making its insides spread out to be more flat instead of bumpy. "I brought a plushy because I remembered that you had a bunch at your home," Yeonjun mentions, cheeks turning pink as Beomgyu stares at him blankly.

He coughs and turns away, still fiddling with the items scattered on the bed. "There's a bunch of clothes I wear frequently- -My scent's meant to be comforting, so I made sure to bring plenty of clothes with me..." Yeonjun bites the inside of his lip, rambling more to himself than Beomgyu.

"Oh, and apparently scent's of those close to you help too, so I asked your parents and Soobin for some of their stuff." Yeonjun frowns at the mention of another alpha, but holds up the hoodie Soobin provided. "It's hard to accept that Soobin's scent is here, but this is about what helps you, so I'll put up with it."

Beomgyu flickers his gaze from the alpha to the bed, slowly approaching and running his hand along the 'nest' the alpha made him. He's done a shitty job—or that's what Beomgyu's omega's telling him, he's never actually made one—but he find the gesture really sweet. Even if he plans on changing it around later.

He fights away the water in his eyes as he picks up his mother's favourite yellow cardigan. There's a variety of clothes from the people Beomgyu's closest with, the majority being Yeonjun's, and he seriously wants to cry over how thoughtful he's being.

Beomgyu's lips purse and his eyes meet Yeonjun's.

"Is something wrong? I can fix it if you'd like? –"

"Since when are you so nice?" Beomgyu chokes through a sob and opens up his arms so Yeonjun can embrace him, crying into the elder's chest.

The Yeonjun he's always known is nothing but a pest, not the caring alpha who does everything in his power to ensure his comfort, and right the wrongs caused by him or others. Though, deep down he knows he's only like this cause of the bond.

Yeonjun chuckles and places his head on Beomgyu's, his hand stroking the latter's back. "You had me thinking I upset you." He laughs again and kisses Beomgyu's head, the omega's hair tickling his face as it brushes against his skin.

Beomgyu shakes his head and cries silently, praying that he stops. He doesn't want to be seen crying, even if a few tears spilled from his eyes earlier today, he thinks Yeonjun didn't notice that though...