YELLOW | yj x bg

☀︎ four.

It was the morning after the storm. And Yeonjun found out that it only takes 3 words from his mouth to blast Beomgyu's faith in humanity apart. For Beomgyu to make a solemn promise and sign a makeshift contract that says he's refrained from talking to Yeonjun for 72 hours because of how much he's upset him.

And those 3 words are: 'Monday mornings suck.'

Yeonjun could barely see the big deal when he said it, but some of the contents in his brain were rocked back and forth as Beomgyu threw a cushion his way.

"What, I'm speaking the truth!" He shouts in his defense. "The entire race agrees with me! Whether it's high school students or employees that go to a job they hate. Damn, statistics show the day you're most likely to get a heart attack is a Monday... I rest my case."

"You idiot," Beomgyu sits on the sofa, his expression contorted in a kind of hurt Yeonjun has never seen before but made his insides twist in discomfort, but all of that is erased when Beomgyu flicks Yeonjun's forehead so hard that Yeonjun goes flinching back.

"Yah!" Yeonjun shrieked, not unlike a little girl, as he's rubbing the red mark on his forehead. "What was that for!" His mouth was slightly agape in disbelief of how much strength one teeny tiny finger of Beomgyu's could hold.

But then- Yeonjun hardly registered it when it happened- all electricity in him was cut short when he felt Beomgyu's soft, dough-like arms envelope him in a bear hug. Yeonjun didn't know what he appropriate response was, so he deepened the hug even more.

The moment he thought it would last forever was when Beomgyu pulled away. It took Yeonjun a full 20 seconds to register what was happening. Tears slid down Beomgyu's cheeks, his eyes holding an uncontainable sadness.

"Who are you to say that Monday mornings suck?" He shouted at Yeonjun. Well, it was not more like 'shouting' if he could barely make a sound louder than a cat's whine. "Don't you know how I excited I get on Sunday night, knowing that after two days of my hellish weekend I'll be able to see you again? Or is it that hate Mondays because you know you have to see me again? Don't you know every time I'm at home, I wish I was at school instead, with you?"

Yeonjun takes a deep breath and speaks softly, "No, Beomgyu. I most definitely did not know that."

"Well, now you DO!" Beomgyu sputters out and erupts into a cacophony of sobs. "God, sometimes I hate you so much I can't form it into words."

Yeonjun takes Beomgyu's hand in his, warm now from all the crying, and squeezed it to let Beomgyu know he wasn't alone. "You've got it wrong." He starts off, Beomgyu's hiccuping still evident in the background. "It's been my opinion that Monday mornings suck since my childhood, but things became different since I started hanging around with you."

Beomgyu sniffed. "Y-you mean that?"

"Well, I definitely mean it more than when I pretended to like your chocolate molten mugcake recipe." He admits with a shake of his head. "Man, you really need to join some cooking classes if you do wanna end up in Masterchef."

That elicited a chuckle from Beomgyu. Yeonjun was pride of his efforts. His whole life he's thought himself a bad seed when it comes to comforting his friends, but when it's Beomgyu who's upset, reassuring words just come naturally to him.

"I'm sorry, I'm never going to remind you of how Monday mornings suck."

Beomgyu sighed. "You should know, Yeonjun," he twiddled around- one second with his thumb and the next with the hem of his sweater- "Sometimes when you can't make it to school because of personal obligations or health conditions, Hueningkai and Taehyun aren't enough to fill that gaping void in me. I remember in September when you had to visit Busan because your grandmother suffered a stroke, I couldn't bear your absence in the hallways. I couldn't bear not having you around in class to make jokes with. I just— It was so selfish of me," he buried his face in his hands. "It was so selfish of me to want you here when your grandmother clearly needed you more, what with her declining health."

Just when Yeonjun thought Beomgyu was talking, he continued, "You know what I hate most about you?" He turns around and finally makes direct eye contact with Yeonjun, whose puzzled expression egged Beomgyu further, "You've turned me into a selfish person, Yeonjun. You make me wish I had you all to myself, you make me wish I was around you 24/7, you make me wish I never have to say goodbye to you, whether it's when you take off to university in a couple of years or at the end of the school day.

"You don't know it, Yeonjun, but when you go off on tangents about your past or stories that influenced you, I love to listen. You don't know that your smile rejuvenates more energy in me more than my all time favorite hard rock song ever could. You don't know it but I wish I met you sooner at the worst point of my life, wish I saw that tiniest glimmer of light before the dark clouds enveloped my gloomy sky whole. Maybe then I wouldn't be as saddened as I am now."

He stops to catch his breath. Meanwhile Yeonjun has to force a pause on this movie scene because it's all happening too fast, he needs to catch his grip onto reality. "Wow," is all that can leave this mouth after much-expected exasperation. "I didn't know I mattered that much to you."

"Well, you're gonna be surprised for what's to come, then!" He shouts at Yeonjun and closes the door behind him with a loud 'BAM!' leaving Yeonjun alone to his thoughts, left alone to make interpretations of the series of verbal confessions Beomgyu had just made.

"He doesn't love me. He absolutely cannot love me." Because these compliments, coming from Beomgyu, is normal. He's known for leaving deep confession letters in his best friend's lockers. He's known for buying you gifts even for no special occasion. He's known for inviting you on a bowling trip if he sees you sitting on a bench lonely. That's why Yeonjun has constantly said that you can't help but feel more important in his presence.

Beomgyu says kind things to everyone, he blows heart kisses to everyone, he arranges specific meanings of importance to everyone, especially to people who deserve it. But Yeonjun is no exception.

Yeonjun is not special.