EPOCH - TAEGYU ✔️

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Beomgyu wakes up on the cool floor and to the familiar lavender smell of his room. He sits up, rubbing his tired eyes as he waits for his vision to clear out. He scrunches his nose upon tasting the icky iron in his mouth. His eyebrows furrow upon the so-called taste that he recognizes;

Dirty blood.

"W-What the hell?" Beomgyu mutters, his voice coming out frantic.

He then looks around his surroundings and then notices the red blotches of blood stains on his sweater. His eyes widen as he lifts his palms to find them smeared with blood. A thrill of fear rushes through his veins and he backs away, his back hitting his back when his hand comes into contact with an object at the side. He turns to the side to see a dagger, stained and dipped in red.

"HOLY S-SHIT!!" Beomgyu shouts, tossing the dagger away as his hands start trembling in fear.

What happened to him?

Yeonjun barges in upon hearing Beomgyu shouts and his eyes enlarge in shock to see the younger's current state; whole body trembling, face as pale as a ghost, red eyes large with bags underneath, and blood everywhere, from the stains on his grey sweater, to the bloody smeared palms and some blotches on his face.

Beomgyu turns to look at Yeonjun, tears spilling from his eyes.

Yeonjun takes a step back. "Beomgyu?" Yeonjun calls out, terror in his voice.

"I-I-I can't remember!! I don't remember anything. I-" Beomgyu shouts, his hands on his cheeks as he feels his hot tears seeping between his fingers.

Yeonjun approaches the younger, crouching down to his level and pulls him into a hug.

Beomgyu continues to cry into the fabric of Yeonjun's shirt and the older pats him on the back, rubbing it to assure that everything's going to turn out okay;

Hopefully.

"I can't remember. My hands feel strained, the feeling of the dagger in my grip lingers, but I-" Beomgyu chokes out sobs. "I don't remember anything. Fuck, hyung. What if-"

"You're not. You didn't. It can't be." Yeonjun says.

"It's me. It's me!!" Beomgyu shouts repeatedly, voice shaky.

Yeonjun didn't want to believe that Beomgyu killed anyone. He knows he didn't but, seeing Beomgyu in his current state made him question things. He's in doubt but-

He'll find the truth behind it.

"Beomgyu, take a shower. Give me your clothes after, I'll wash the blood of, we have to erase every trace..." Yeonjun says.

Beomgyu shakes his head. "Shit, no. I deserve to die."

"You didn't do it-"

"You don't know that hyung!!" Beomgyu shouts. "What if I did? I can't recall!!"

Yeonjun remains silent and he stands up on his two feet, eyes avoiding Beomgyu.

"Take a bath. I'll prepare something for you to eat." Yeonjun says before leaving Beomgyu's bedroom.

After a while of trying to calm himself, Beomgyu gets up from the floor and walks into the shower. He's still in a frantic and panicked state, his heart beats racing as if going over 180 beats per minute. He feels his palms sweaty even though he's under the showerhead as the water soaks his body.

He desperately wants to remember.

'I killed them?' Beomgyu asks himself.

He's in a state of confusion. His mind's jumbled up between a foggy memory, the lingering feeling of the dagger in his grip. He feels as if he's got a migraine and he couldn't come up with a conclusion. He's unsure of what to do and he's in need of the truth right now or he'll go berserk.

But he doesn't know who to seek.

He doesn't even remember yesterday's events. All he remembers is him returning from school.

His eyes widen as he thoughts land on Taehyun.

'What about him? He'll think I'm a monster.' Beomgyu thinks.

He'll lose Taehyun for sure.

After showering, Beomgyu gets out from the bathroom in sweatpants as he pulls over a white baggy shirt over him. He then plops himself onto the bed. His head's spinning like crazy and even after brushing his teeth and gurgling the insides of his mouth to cleanse out the taste of dirty blood, it still tastes icky and just by that, Beomgyu feels like throwing up his insides.

He wants to call Taehyun, but he can't.

Not when he feels himself turning insane.

Not when he's suspecting himself as a murderer.

He needs to calm down.

Guilt starts to wash over him as horrifying thoughts and self-doubts start playing in his mind.

Beomgyu grabs his phone from the nightstand and he pulls up the past few messages he had with the investigators back in Wolgwang, his eyes mindlessly following the chat boxes as he scrolls up and up, searching for a specific message.

He needed to find a contact number.

And when he did, he knew it was the only right thing to do. He taps on the phone number and it directly places a call. Beomgyu places the phone to his ear and he takes a deep breath in, although his body's still trembling in fear, heart still pounding hard against his chest.

When the caller picked up, Beomgyu can't help but burst in tears. He cusses silently, and he opens his mouth, how hard it was for him to speak as only mere stutters were the only thing he mustered. He then takes a deep breath and tries again.

He calls out to the caller on the line who's waiting.

"Kang Junhee?"