♡Maybe I Don't Hate You | Yeongyu/Beomjun♡

Beomgyu's POV | 29

*in the car, on the way to Yeonjun's mom's house*

"Jun, you've been real quiet, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Wha- what? Oh nothing, I'm fine. Just paying attention to the road... I forgot how to get there..." he replied.

"You're lying. Yeonjun c'mon, you can talk to me you know."

He put his right hand on my thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. I placed my hand on his.

"My mom is crazy." He said.

"Oh?"

"She doesn't like that I like men, she doesn't even like you actually. She never has."

"What did I do?" I said, taken aback.

"She thought you were too clingy as a kid, and during middle school, she suspected you had feelings for me. And she was right, hahah. I spoke to her a couple times recently and she's been so pissed at me for not having kids, and for bringing a man over, not a woman."

...

"Are you happy?" I asked. "With all the shit she gives you, how can you possibly continue on with our relationship? I would assume it affects you mentally, no?"

"I'm so happy Beomms... I'm more than happy to be with you. I wouldn't have it any other way my love. Who wouldn't want you as a boyfriend?"

"Junnie. Please let me know if anything is bothering you, ever. Promise me."

"I should be telling you that. Do you promise?"

"Mhm." I hummed.

"Okay. We're almost there." His voice trembled. "Don't let her words get to you, yeah? Honestly, you might not even be able to leave the car."

"Hmm."

We've now pulled up so his mom's house. It was nothing like mine. It was tall, 4 stories at least! Very rich-looking to say the least.

"Stay here." He said as he stepped out of the car.

"I can't come? I wanna see her—"

"I said stay here." He's voice deepened and his face was stern.

"O-okay..."

"Love you baby." He smiled at me then proceeded to walk to his mom's front door. He looked so fucking hot.

He stood by the door for a minute before it was opened. The woman, I'm assuming it's his mother, didn't even give Yeonjun a proper greeting. After she opened the door, she pushed him back with both of her hands, making him stumble. I could only see Yeonjun from the back side, but I could tell from the change in his stance that he was clearly hurt by his mom's actions. 

She immediately started a screaming fit. I could hear her, but I couldn't make out anything she was saying.

Oh? She stopped. Looks like she's saying her final words to him.

He didn't say anything back. All Yeonjun did was drop to his knees, begging for some reason. She kicked him and shut the door on him. He stormed back to the car, and when he got in, he didn't say a single word. He just angrily started the car and rested his head on the steering wheel, catching his breath from all the yelling.

I'm lowkey scared to talk to him right now.

The ride back home was silent.

***

He exited the car and came around to my door, waiting for me to step out. He said nothing. He grabbed my hand and we walked into the apartment, then made our way to the elevator, hands still connected.

We stood in the middle of the elevator and sighed simultaneously. I then let go of his hand and gave him a hug. I felt his arm wrap around my waist as he placed his other hand on the back of my neck.

I am still afraid of asking him about what happened.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Yeonjun held onto my hand all the way to his apartment door, and he stood directly behind me as he unlocked the door, my body pressed between the door and his body.  He turned the handle to open it then he used his hips to push me into the apartment, making me trip.

He closed the door and locked it behind him, then took his shoes off and plopped his sad body onto the couch. I followed and stood directly in front of him with my hands crossed in front of my chest.

"You can't stay silent forever." I said sternly.

"I'm just processing everything..."

"Hm?"

"She's my own mother Beomgyu, and I hate to say this, but she's a bitch." He looked up at me all teary-eyed, and that made me want to sob. His eyes were swollen red... I don't know how I wasn't able to tell he was crying. He's good at hiding it.

"Yeonjun?"

"Yes baby?"

I sat down next to him and rested my head on his shoulder. "You won't leave me, right?"

I felt a draft of cold air rush over my body.

He turned to face me, and a single tear escaped his eye.

"We need to rest up, we have to be back on campus tomorrow." He stood up and walked to the shower, starting it. "Aren't you coming?" He asked.

"I'll be there! Give me a second." Now I needed to process everything. Why didn't he answer me?

I followed him into the bathroom and stripped naked before joining him. As soon as I stepped in, he took me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"I love you..." he whispered into my ear.

"Yeonjun, tell me what happened between you two, please."