𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤, Beomjun

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He doesn't know what happened. One minute Beomgyu was happy and the next he's in his nest, unspeaking and unloving, still hold up in there now. A whole day later.

Yeonjun has a web page open that advices on dealing with an omega going through dry heat, but it offers little help. He's already aware of most of the information he finds, his mother advised him the best she could on what to expect, and the websites main point made is to stay by the omega's side—which he's struggling with because Beomgyu brushes him off whenever he strikes up conversation or tries to comfort him.

He knows the omega's not to blame for this, and he hates that it's frustrating him when it's Beomgyu who's struggling, not him.

Beomgyu's the one feeling a million things at once or nothing at all. Beomgyu's the one doubling over in pain and seething as he battles through whichever way his body betrays him with aches. He's the one who was so stressed with everything that's happened lately that his body had a physical, excruciating reaction because of it.

Yeonjun, however, is perfectly fine. He's in top-notch condition and the only pain he feels is the one caused by his secondary gender getting butthurt over Beomgyu shrugging him off.

He's honestly embarrassed that he takes it to heart whenever Beomgyu rejects his attempts at comfort. The audacity to be upset over it is absurd, not that his alpha has ever cared for what's absurd or not.

Tsch, he's over acknowledging it. Annoyed that his alpha refuses to see the valid reasons Beomgyu is reacting the way he is. He'll ignore his secondary gender like it ignores those reasons.

Yeonjun sighs and covers Beomgyu with another blanket, wrapping him in his earthy scent, before he leaves the room. He's sure with all the stuff in Beomgyu's nest he can sneak away for a moment to breathe without the omega freaking out, so he slips out the room and leaves the boy staring at the wall in front of him, eyes hollow.

Yeonjun empties his lungs in a drawn out exhale, cleaning them of the omega's distressed scent. He's grown so used to it he's lucky he hasn't went nose blind.

The air turns fresh instead of sour and he escapes to the bathroom down the hall, pacing straight over to the window and cranking it open. He takes in as much air as he can muster and holds it, closing his eyes as he lets it all go.

Being around Beomgyu while he's like this is taking a toll on him. And not because Beomgyu's refusing to do anything (the only thing that's wrong with that, is that he can't figure out a way to motivate him), it's because Beomgyu's emotions are so strong it's like they're seeping into his skin and affecting him too. Probably another thing that can be put down to the bond between the two of them.

Yeonjun's stare outside the window is distant, appearing focused yet unfocused at the same time, mind empty.

He blinks as his fuzzy eyes return to reality and they land on the garden, the life within it vast and wild. His eyebrows furrow in thought and his head tilts as an idea strikes him.

Yeonjun rushes back to his room and over to Beomgyu, grabbing his arm and yanking him up but the omega fights it—or more accurately, does nothing to help, dead weight holding him down as he refuses to move. "Beomgyu get up."

"I don't want to; leave me alone," Beomgyu whines.

Yeonjun knows he doesn't want that. The last time he left for more than five minutes, Beomgyu freaked out like he had yesterday morning and proceeded to cling to him until he knew it was safe to let go.

"I'm not asking you, Beomgyu, get up." Yeonjun stands in front of the omega and looks down at him with a stubborn frown, brows arched with determination. His hands plant on his hips like a stern father and his flowers at the younger.