Beomgyu doesn't remember to question Yeonjun on where he'd mysteriously disappeared to at an ungodly hour in the morning, however, he finds out his dry heat has come to an end and the excitement when he yells Yeonjun is noticeable.
He didn't realise there was such a difference between his typical feelings and the one induced by his heat, but as soon as he woke up without a secret scratch of irritation that can't be itched, he knows it's over.
His whole face lights up and he snatches open the curtains (Yeonjun must've closed them at some point because he doesn't remember them being shut), and yells a morning greeting. It's instantly responded to with a croaky groan as Yeonjun pulls Beomgyu's pillow over his head to shield the light. He's forever not a morning person.
"Hyung, it's over!" he shouts, a grin permanently etched on his face. He runs over to the bed, fluffy morning hair bouncing, and jumps atop of Yeonjun. "It's finally over now, Hyung! We can both relax," he chimes, peeking under the plush cushion to see if Yeonjun's awake.
"How can I relax with you crushing my lungs?" Yeonjun grunts, throwing the pillow off his face and pointedly looking to the hands pressed down on his chest.
"Oh." Beomgyu chuckles sheepishly. "Sorry..." He rolls off of Yeonjun and lands in the empty space next to him, still warm from his sleep last night.
Staring up at the ceiling with his hands on his stomach, he asks, "What do we do now?" He turns his head towards Yeonjun. "Do we just go back?"
Yeonjun sighs and nips his nose in thought. "It'd make sense, we were here because of your heat to begin with..." He shrugs and drops his hand back to his side, keeping his own eyes trained on the ceiling.
Beomgyu frowns and furrows his brows, twisting onto his side and supporting himself on his elbow as he stares down at Yeonjun.
His eyes flicker over Yeonjun's sharp features, looking for the smallest difference. "What's a matter?" His furrowed brows deepen, leaving deep creases on his forehead. "You seem tense."
Yeonjun sighs and turns his back to Beomgyu. "Nothing... I'm not the happiest when I'm woken up on a morning. Sorry."
Beomgyu purses his bottom lip, staring at the elder's back. "Sorry... I'll leave you to sleep then," he sighs and climbs out of the bed, leaving. the warmth of his spot to be replaced by a coldness that'll do little to comfort Yeonjun.
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Yeonjun's mind is in distress. He can't even look at Beomgyu, fearing he'll crack and breakdown. This is something he has to figure out on his own, not to rely on Beomgyu to make right for him. Although, dismissing the omega this morning when he sounded so happy was almost as difficult as the thoughts he's battling in his head.
He's made so many decisions lately he thinks it should be someone else's chance for a change. Why should he make all the hard choices just because he's to be a leader one day? Leaders should get a break-he should get a break.
He huffs, rolling back to his previous position when he hears Beomgyu's creaky footsteps descending the stairs. He rubs his exhausted eyes with his index finger and thumb, before staring up at the ceiling like it has the answers written out on it. Eyes subconsciously running over the white above him as he puts together his thoughts.
Though, he doesn't put them together well because nothing forms an answer. The closest he comes is chaotic thoughts and backtracked sentences that seem more like gibberish.
Decisions. Should. Be. Easy.
He. Should. Know. What. To. Do.
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𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤, Beomjun
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