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

Beomgyu/Yeonjun's POV | 30

*Beomgyu's POV*

About a couple weeks later, I'd noticed that he had become more distant, but every once in a while, he's break and give me so much love and affection... more than ever.

Why?

This morning felt normal. We left the house, and arrived on campus. He told me he would be in class for French, but he never showed up.

Weird.

5 minutes after class started, he wasn't there. 10 minutes? Nope. 15?

Man where is he? If I text him in a panic, he'll lie to me and say everything is fine, so I can't do that. I texted Taehyun and told him I was gonna go look for Yeonjun, then I excused myself from class. As I walked in through the hallways searching, I caught someone out of the corner of my eye walking outside.

Sure enough, it was Yeonjun. He was pacing back and forth and he looked visibly stressed out about something. I walked out and stood outside by the door, being as quiet as possible so he couldn't hear me. He turned around and his face grew fierce as he prepared to throw a punch at me.

"Ah shit! You fucking scared me goddammit! Don't do that again, I could've hurt you stupid! God!"

I know in the moment, he was concerned for my safety, but his tone of voice sounded really different. Irritated almost, but I couldn't tell why.

"Tell him!" I heard from an old voice through his phone.

"What?" I asked.

"Yeonjun, tell him! You asshole!"

"Yeonjun... tell me what?"

"The day I went to meet my mom, right?"

"Mhm?"

"She's sending me away to study in France. She paid for the trip there, and all other expenses, she has people watching me now to make sure I go, and the motherfucker even pre-packed suitcases for me... I don't know what I'm gonna do Beomms... She said she doesn't want me to be distracted by you here."

"Am I a distraction?" I teared up.

He hung up the phone.

"Come. Let's just go home for now. You can catch up on your work tomorrow."

"No. Tell me first."

"Get to the car Beomgyu. I wanna talk to you in the car."

"I wanna talk out here."

He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to his car as I tried to resist, then he opened the passenger door, picked me up, and plopped me down on the seat.

"Do I distract you? Do I really cause that many problems in your family? Do I burden you? I questioned once again, tears already flowing from my eyes.

"Beomgyu! Will you stop always thinking so negatively about yourself?! How many fucking times to I have to tell you that I love you, huh?! How many times do I have to tell you that you're perfect for me?!" His face was red, and so were his eyes. The veins in his head and neck protruded as he strained. "When will you fucking see yourself the way I see you?! No! Beomgyu, you're not a burden! You're not a distraction!"

*Yeonjun's POV*

I raised my arm quickly as I was about to say something else... and he flinched. Not a small flinch— he blocked his face and head by crossing his forearms over himself. He let one arm down and tried to open the door to get out, and he avoided eye contact with me.

So I repeatedly locked the car each time he unlocked his door.

"Where are you going? Stay right here. You think I'm gonna hit you?!" I yelled. "Have I EVER hit you?! We're going home."