KILLING ME SOFTLY [ BEOMJUN / YEONGYU ]

chapter 03

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🔞𝚍𝚞𝚋𝚌𝚘𝚗

3rd person’s pov

he wakes up seconds before the other the following morning as a rare beam of sunlight hits their faces. yeonjun shuffles awake and hears a rumbling groan next to him. the excitement is enough to wake him up in a second.

“good morning,” yeonjun croons as the person next to him starts getting sight.

beomgyu’s eyes dance around like a lost puppy, trying to study his surroundings.

“good… good morning?” his pupils are dilated and they quiver slightly, a side effect from the anesthetic drug he’d slipped into the wine by the end of the night. he looks around the room and then at yeonjun, lighting up in recognition after a few seconds.

beomgyu rubs his eyes with difficulty, groaning uncomfortably. “you’re the guy i met at the bar yesterday, right?” he asks, voice groggy.

yeonjun simply nods. “yes.”

“what am i doing here? did i get drunk? are we at yours? if so then i’m sorry for the trouble.”

yeonjun shakes his head. he’s lying on his side too, facing him, with one elbow planted into the mattress and head resting in the palm of his hand, relaxed. 

“it’s okay. you’re better off here with me,” he says, shooting the man a gentle smile.

beomgyu bites his lips and his eyes dart to both their chests, bare and exposed. he probably feels the naked skin extend down to his lower body as well and his thoughts are written on his forehead. it doesn’t take an expert to decipher what he’s assuming.

“god, did we-”

“no.”

“okay.”

he doesn’t say anything after that and yeonjun doesn’t initiate any conversation either. it’s enthralling to see beomgyu’s brain, sloggy and confused, being stuck with the awkward silence between them- scuttling to try and wave it off.

his eyes refuse to meet his and he’s twirling his thumbs, exerting himself to sit up straight. the sounds of sheets ruffling is all there is, and beomgyu gawks around in search of his clothes. he grows visibly panicked when he doesn’t spot it.

yeonjun sits up too and waits to see what he’ll do.

the younger turns his head, finally manned up enough to confront him and break the silence.“i should get going-”

“no,” yeonjun’s voice cuts through the air.

the younger’s expression is puzzled and perplexed. “no?”

“beomgyu. do you love me?”

there’s the question.

there’s yeonjun’s initiative taken.