WEAK SPOT [YEONBIN]

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They didn't come. I looked all over. Maybe , it'll be tomorrow that they show up.

Beomgyu sighs. He had his dance showcase yesterday with his hip hop club and neither Soobin, Taehyun or Yeonjun came.

Sure they had their indifferences, Beomgyu reasons, but I invited them. Meaning they should come. They should've been in the audience today.

Beomgyu groans into his arm. He currently sits at his desk, face in his arms. Beomgyu felt that he could think more clearly in this position. That everything would maybe hurt less. He could then decide to what extent he wants to numb himself. But, my dad's stash is almost out.

He's gonna be furious if he ever comes back. Beomgyu thinks of everything. What Taehyun said, how it made him feel. Soobin who he kissed. Yeonjun who saved him from bullies but then also orchestrated the very pressuring, very humiliating, very, most definitely public sex I had with Ina.

What even was the point of that?

He thinks of his red haired dance partner. She won't even look at me anymore.

But... Yeonjun protected him, Yeonjun protected me when I got jumped. And he took his time to give me his advice. Thanks to him,

I think I know now who deserves to be hurt.
And, I refuse to feel like this again.

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Soobin inhales, jolting up from the bed. Taehyun still laying beside him, more awake now than a minute ago.

"S-Soobin?" His sleep ridden voice rings out. Early morning sunlight peeks through the curtains.

"It's o-okay, Taehyun. I'm gonna pee." Soobin says, hushed but quick. Taehyun manages to open his eyes a bit but Soobin's already off the bed. Taehyun sighs, eyes fall shut again.

Soobin slams his hand over the light switch. A dim yellowed glow emits from the ceiling of Taehyun's small bathroom. Soobin looks into the mirror decorated by surrounding multicolored tiles.

Puffy. Red eyes.

About 20 minutes pass until Soobin's quietly crawling into bed beside Taehyun.

Soobin remains in place as Taehyun's mind registers the heat of his body. He comes in close and lazily wraps his arm around Soobin's shoulders.

"Taehyun?"

"..."

"Hmm?"

"H-Hi, um. I wanted to apologize for last night. I can'tvsleep. The weed wore off and yeah-"

"Shh- it's okay. It's okay. Go back to sleep. Please."

Soobin sniffles, closing his eyes.  Not saying another word. He was looking forward to wake up again. He wants to face Taehyun and get it over with.

When Taehyun does wake up, he's surprised to see Soobin with wet hair, all dressed and ready rummaging through Taehyun's drawers.

"Soob?" Taehyun asks, sitting up from the bed.

Soobin freezes, looking over. He then stands up straight like a sim.

"I'm gonna go back to my house. Thank you so much for letting me stay. But, you're right. I'm not okay right now and I hate myself, and I'm so sorry for making you uncomfortable and I-"