We found love

A Perfect Man

Forth's POV

"I think I am dreaming right now. I should just wake up and forget about this." I said to myself as I stared at Beam and then at his mother, who smirked at me.

"Hahaha You broke your boy Beam." She laughed and Beam sighed at my reactions.

"Beam, what is this? What am I supposed to do with this secret now?" I asked, my voice trembling. Beam got up from his seat and held out his hand. I stared at his face and then at his hand, unsure of what to do next.

"Come on, Forth. Let me take you somewhere to clear your mind. I know it's a lot to take in, but please, just hear me out," Beam asked, his eyes filled with concern. I hesitated for a moment before finally nodding and taking his outstretched hand.

"And Mom, please stop with all these charades now. I know you've already investigated everything about him," Beam said, his tone a mix of exasperation and amusement. Then he gazed at me and reassured, "Don't worry, she's just having some fun in her boring life. You were already welcomed here from the moment she invited us. You were accepted even before we came here." Beam's words eased some of the tension, and I felt a bit more at ease with the situation.

"Am I?" I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty. It was hard to believe that I was so readily accepted by Beam and his family, given the unusual circumstances that had just unfolded.

"Can you get something warm for us brought to my room? We're going to talk about it there," Beam asked his mother. It seemed like Beam wanted to have a more private and comfortable conversation, and I nodded in agreement, still feeling a mix of emotions and questions about what had just transpired.

"Keep the door open," Beam's mother said with a knowing smile.

"Leave the snacks outside the room," Beam replied, and I followed him into his room, curious and eager to finally hear the whole story and understand what had led us to this point.

As we entered the room, Beam closed the door behind us but didn't lock it. "Forth," he said, taking my hand again and guiding me to sit on the edge of the bed. I gazed up at his face as he stood between my legs. I circled my arms around his waist as he cradled my face in his hands and stared into my eyes. The intensity of the moment was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions, anticipation, and a strong connection between us.

"I know what you're thinking, but it doesn't matter who I am and what family I'm from. I love you. I don't care if you're rich or poor or whatever. Nothing matters except the fact that I want you in my life," Beam said, his words filling me with warmth and relief. He smiled at me and gently pecked my forehead. I sighed into his embrace, holding him close.

"I love you," I mumbled into his stomach, and we just held each other close, the world outside fading away.

"I know and I you." 

"About my family, it's complicated, Forth. We cannot disclose it to anyone. I know about your family and your father. It might affect his candidacy, so we shouldn't tell them about it either," Beam explained, his voice filled with concern. I nodded, understanding the delicate situation we were in and the need for discretion.

"How do you know about my father?" I asked in confusion, wondering how Beam had come to possess this knowledge about my family.

"Forth, my mother is more than what you think. And the moment we got tangled with each other, she knew everything from the start. It's just that I always tell her not to interfere more than needed unless it's out of my hands to handle something. She was the one who told me everything about you and your family," Beam explained, shedding light on the role his mother had played in this unfolding situation. I was left with a mix of surprise and curiosity about the extent of their knowledge.

"Do you think I'm enough to be your partner? I mean, look at your family and look at mine," I said hesitantly. His eyes shone with irritation as his arms left me, and I braced myself for his response, unsure of how he would react.

"What's wrong with your family? Are you not happy with how your family is? Your father is a great man, your mother is very strong to support him and the whole family, and your brother is an intelligent young man with an equally intelligent wife. What do you mean by what you said?" Beam replied, his words filled with both confusion and concern. His response made me reconsider my doubts and self-worth.

"I don't know. I think with the things I just came to know, what I see is a huge distance between the status of our families," I answered, trying to express my apprehensions and the overwhelming differences that had become apparent to me.

Beam sat beside me and sighed before answering. The tension in the room was palpable, and I could feel the weight of the situation pressing on me. It was nerve-wracking how things were unfolding. It was the first time I was meeting his mother, and here I was, a nervous wreck in his room, unsure of what the future held for us.

"Forth, Baby I don't believe in forever. What I believe in is you. I believe you. I don't care about the status or the wealth. Nobody knows about me or my family. Your family won't know either. I am Beam, the same guy you met the day I was fvcked up by those guys, the same guy who gave you a hell of a time chasing me, and I am the same guy who you fell in love with. Nothing else matters," Beam declared with sincerity in his voice. His words washed away my fears, and I felt a deep sense of love and commitment in his reassuring words.

"I love you, Forth," Beam said.

I smiled and replied, "I love you too," feeling the weight of the world lift off my shoulders as we embraced our love and the journey we were embarking on together.

Tears welled up in his eyes and his words filled my heart with warmth and love. "You are perfect, Forth. I need you in my life just the way you are," he said, and I couldn't help but smile, feeling truly accepted and cherished by the person I loved.

"I am sorry for making it difficult for you," I said.

I shook my head and replied, "You didn't make it difficult, Beam. It was my insecurities and doubts. I'm sorry for not trusting in us and our love."

Beam's reassuring words filled me with gratitude and happiness. "As I said, you are perfect," he repeated, and I couldn't have asked for a better response. We held onto each other, knowing that our love was strong enough to overcome any challenges that might come our way.

A smile spread across my face as I gazed into Beam's eyes. "So are you. You are more than perfect," I replied.

"Come on, get up, freshen up. I'll bring the snacks in here," Beam suggested, and I nodded in agreement. He ushered me to the direction I assumed was the bathroom, and I took the opportunity to freshen up and collect my thoughts.

The day went by with us discussing our families and Beam's mother occasionally inserting her presence, keeping us on our toes. We took a nap in the room, both physically and emotionally exhausted from the day's conversations. By the evening, we gathered again at the dining table. I noticed Beam's mother sitting there, scrolling through his phone, and I couldn't help but wonder what was on her mind as we prepared to continue our discussions.

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