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

Yeonjun's POV | 48 (FINALE 1/3)

*Yeonjun's POV*

At least I think I'm seeing things.

...Anyway...

"What am I gonna wear?" I said to myself out loud. I shut my eyes and dropped my head. "Ughhh... it's been such a long—"

When I looked back up, he stepped out, right outside of the bedroom door with a suitcase in hand.

"B-Beomgyu?..."

I'm not dreaming, right? His hair was messy, he looked pale, his face was puffy and his eyes were red as if he'd been crying hard the night before, and his eye bags were horrible.

Worse than mine.

Despite how beat down he looked, you could still tell he was clean, and not dirty and musty.

"...hello?..." I reached an arm out to feel if he was really there. I expected him to take a step backward, but he just stood still, his eyes slowly widening yet becoming more sad. "B-but.. I thought... your car isn't..." my voice grew weaker, and it started cracking and shaking uncontrollably as tears started welling up, flooding my eyes. "Are you really here?"

I put both of my hands on either side of his face, and I could feel him.

He's here.

He's real.

He's really here.

"Junnie... I—" he began quietly.

My knees instantly grew weak, and I fell to the floor, right in front of him. I cupped my face, and loud messy sobs escaped my lips.

"Y-Yeonjunnie... I'm... I'm sorry." He started crying too, so he met me on the floor and took my half naked body into his arms, stroking my back. "I didn't mean to hurt you... I didn't think you would come back..."

I pushed him away slightly so I could look at his face better and asked, "Don't leave me, okay?" My cries became uglier as I let my body sink into his arms. "I'll never have any *sniffle* ill intentions toward you, ever, Beomms... I just want to hear you tell me that you *sniffle* trust me... I know you were scared."

I've never cried like this before... ever...

"I do trust you! I don't know what was wrong with me Yeonjun... I'm so sorry... I'm so fucking sorry..."

I slid my hands up underneath his shirt, feeling his chest a bit, and pulled him in closer. "Don't ever do that again Beomgyu! I could barely live with myself! You have no *sniffle* fucking idea how stressed out I was! You're my everything, Beomms. I thought I lost you..."

My tears completely soaked his shirt. I missed his scent. He had this natural fruity scent, like strawberries, that only he had.

No wonder it was fruity.

"I... was in the middle of packing ..." He said to me.

"Where are you going?" I asked sadly.

"I told my mom I'd be staying with her."

"You can't leave me Beomgyu. Please don't... please..."

He stood up and walked back to the bedroom, and I followed, trying to keep my towel up.

"But I already told her—"

"Please don't go. Not again... all I did was beat myself down for doing what I did and making you feel the way you did." I cut him off.

"But... but it was my fault!" He cried. "If I hadn't started dating you, you wouldn't have had to worry about me at all! It's my fault for always misunderstanding you! My fault for accidentally hurting you! If I hadn't dated you, you wouldn't have needed to go to France!" He gasped. Loud enough that it startled me. "And your leg! None of this would've happened if I had just ignored my feelings Yeonjun! For your own sake, I should just... listen. I'm making your life so much more complicated than it needs to be! We can't keep being like this. No matter how hard I try, I can't EVER seem to be normal. NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY TO HELP ME!"