The words play in the midst of the tidal waves invading Beomgyu's hearing. He walks on auto-pilot as he leaves the doctor's office in a random direction, no destination in mind.
"I think it's best we discuss this in private."
Beomgyu blinks, unsure of how he sees through his clouded eyes when he didn't even feel like he's in his body, despite his limp arms weighing down his spine and heavy steps. He glances around, searching for nothing in particular. Though, he wouldn't refuse a way to some fresh air.
"We found something unusual while we were running some tests..."
He blinks again and returns to his body as he's engulfed by a familiar embrace, sending him staggering before he regains his balance. The hold is delicate and homely, splintering his carefully contained emotions he'd taken the time learning how to procure.
"Oh, Beommie," his mother cries, the loss of something unsaid wavering her voice. Her arms tighten around his small frame in a suffocating hug, latching onto him like she could lose him next. She pulls back from the hug and holds his hands, brining one hand up to pet his hair. "My lovely boy..." Unshed tears of heartbreak stain her eyes and she sniffles, doing her best to hold it together in front of her son.
Beomgyu can't process what he knows, doesn't know how to or where he stands with it. It doesn't matter anymore, he won't allow himself to because of how it might break him if he does.
Instead, he'll bottle it down and hide it for as long as he can.
"It's okay, mom." He sniffles away unshed tears, pulling her hands away from him.
Letting her hold him will only increase the likelihood that his facade collapses and he doesn't want to cry in her arms. And in a hospital where he'd reinforce the weak omega stereotype would only be worse. "It's okay," he repeats. She smiles with a wobbly lip and devastated eyes, unconvinced despite her best efforts to believe him.
"I love you, okay? This doesn't change anything."
Beomgyu's lip quivers, dimples scattering his chin. He shouldn't dwell over things he can't change, but he also knows it's never that easy. This changes a whole future, the plans that could've been made have been cut in half and theres no say in any of it.
So, yes, he does feel bitter and upset, even when he doesn't want to.
His eyes widen in surprise when his mother's soft hands hold his, their clasp held out between them. He bites his bottom lip and takes in a breath rattled by snot, thinking back on the promise his mother made him.
It changes a lot of things, but at least he's still got her.
He nods and clamps his eyes shut, doing his best to ignore the ugly heat of emotion in his chest. "I know... I love you too," he reassures, voice uneven.
She smiles at him again, heart sent out for her only child, unable to protect him from such misery.
They stay like until they regain their composure and fend off the thoughts threatening to surface.
They know what would be said about this, all the negative ideas surrounding it and the malicious comments thrown around, but that doesn't mean they should let themselves fall victim to unspoken curses, not when they aren't obligated to tell anyone, at least not yet.
.•° ✿ °•.
Yeonjun insists on visiting Taehyun now that he's awake, forgetting his aunt's insistence that he never sees him again, sprinting out of his house and towards Taehyun's (where he's been given the clear to return from his uncle).
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𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤, Beomjun
Fanfiction"What does 'I hate you' mean to you?" There's a weight behind those words and it's not so easy for Yeonjun to answer. Once, he said it a million times over with hatred and spite, but now his tongue knots over his words, unsure of what he's meant to...
