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Beomgyu was done preparing himself and all that was left to be done for the night was plopping his ass on the bed. A sly puff was visible on his lips as he laid on the bed, silently wishing what would have happened if Yeonjun had been here with him.

You stupid freak, stop being delulu and fucking sleep!

He snarled at himself in his mind and decided to actually stop being over-delusional. But, instead of dozing off, he pulled on his phone, which was currently charging.

And, even before he could unlock the device, there was a buzz of notification.

~ 2 messages from HY 💩

Shouldn't he be asleep?

Beomgyu frowned as he opened the chatroom.

HY 💩

im freezing here outside your house
Open the front door
11:48 PM

The walnut-head's eyes widened with surprise. What the fucking fuck in the fucking world is fucking wrong with him?

Making as less as noise possible for him, the boy padded to the main door and opened it with a mere click.

There stood a beaming Yeonjun, plump lips stretched into a big, bright smile; as though it was very normal of a person to appear in front of his boyfriend's house at the middle of the night.

He pushed the younger slightly, making a thin space for himself to enter the warm space. Beomgyu was still stunned and Yeonjun didn't have no choice but to shut the door himself to prevent the coldish breeze from sneaking inside the house.

"Let's go inside." The elder grabbed Beomgyu's wrist, pulling him towards his room.

The younger was still processing. "What the fuck?" Was all he could whisperingly jerk out his throat.

"You wanted to be with me so I came here." Yeonjun answered with a shrug as he grasped the walnut-head's shoulders and wheeled him around, pushing the younger towards his own room before Beomgyu could utter a word of protest.

Reaching there, Yeonjun closed the door with a blunt creak behind. He turned around to face his boyfriend but was slammed with a muffled thud against the door by the younger.

Beomgyu's fist clenched on Yeonjun's t-shirt's collar, his eyes glowing with an unreadable expression. It wasn't desire, it wasn't softness, nor it was rage.

Yeonjun captured the back-sides of Beomgyu's hand in his own, fox-eyes quizzically staring at the younger with confusion. "Did I do something wrong?" Yeonjun asked merely.

"Why are you being so nice to me? Beomgyu breathed hoarsely. "Stop acting like you care! Stop making me feel things Yeonjun! It hurts me! I don't wanna end up broken again!"

"You make it sound as if it's my fault that I like you!" Yeonjun chuckled calmly in response.

"It's not your fault." The younger's eyes twinkled. "But it's you whose making me feel crappy shits! Why're you doing things to me when you're not gonna be there forever? I'm starting to like you too much these days and I'm hating it! It scares me off how much I miss you for no fucking reason!" He rambled on, tears prickling at the back of his eyes and almost on the verge of crossing the waterline. He knew he was sounding extremely feminine, but who gave a damn anyways?

Yeonjun silently smiled with fondness, slowly pulling the vulnerable younger on his chest as tears threatened to fall from his crinkled eyes as well. Beomgyu didn't back off, he had eventually surrendered to Yeonjun, to love. At that very moment he knew he loved Yeonjun and there was no turning back. Even if it hurt, it broke him and shattered him apart, he had nothing to do but to sit back and watch.

The pink-head rubbed comforting circles on Beomgyu's back with one hand, another hand holding the younger's nape gently close to his crook of neck. Beomgyu sobbed, resting his head on the elder's shoulder and his two arms wrapped around his neck.

At that very moment, Beomgyu couldn't help but wonder, did Yeonjun feel the same as well?

Insecurity took over him as he thought what was he going to do if it was only him, alone in love. He didn't have the heart to continue thinking further as he discarded the voice at the back of his head and drowned himself in his lover's arms to escape from the painful imaginations.

Y|+×+|G

The next morning when Beomgyu Was woken up by the rattles on his door made by his mom, his boyfriend was nowhere to be traced in the room. Rubbing his eyelids grumpily, he sat up and realised Yeonjun had left without waking him and even before the others could wake.

Beomgyu assumed Yeonjun had sneaked out of his house last night, so had returned back before his parents could wake. He didn't mind, but couldn't help it as his eyes roamed from here to there against the walnut-head's own will in search of a note or something from the elder.

But the simple fucking thing that he realised late was who the fuck would write notes for him in this twenty-first century.

A satisfied grin crept its way to his lips as he opened his phone and Yeonjun's message. Swiftly reading the text, he threw his phone on the bed with a large, toothy smile playing on his lips. He practically danced throughout his way to the washroom to freshen up.

Y|+×+|G

After school that day, Beomgyu had ditched his boyfriend, as well as Huening and Soobin to spend some private time with Taehyun and Jungkook. It was that one spot where they used to hangout months ago, when their friend group consisted only three of them.

Beomgyu leaned against the fence, right beside his bicycle and the other two plopped themselves down on the greenish grass covered ground.

"You wanna know what happened?" The walnut-head wiggled his eyebrows in an attempt to make his two friends curious. He wasn't sure if it worked but he continued, considering the furrows on the other two's faces.

"I feel like I'm in love with Choi Yeonjun." Beomgyu dropped the bomb in the most pacified tone possible.

Taehyun looked horrified and scandalised, whereas Jungkook's jaw fell open, eyes widened into its twice size.

"Does he know? Did you tell him?" The youngest asked immediately, panicking.

"Not yet. I feel like it's too early to say it." Beomgyu shruggingly remarked.

"Thank god!" The blonde breathed out, relieved.

"I warn you Beom, this love is such a bitch. You dropped axe on your own feet." Taehyun terrifiedly warned.

"I know right." The walnut-head snapped two fingers, chuckling heart-brokenly at his own terrible situation.

"Good luck mate!" Jungkook got to his feet and patted the younger's shoulder twice, smiling in a what looked like a concerned way.