WEAK SPOT [YEONBIN]

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"Dude."

"Yeah."

Beomgyu stares off, glazed eyes unfocused as he brings the last remnants of the cigarette to his lips. Taehyun watches the tremor in Beomgyu's fingers.

After a while.

"Do you have the v-videos still?"

Taehyun sighs, and then nods. "Yeah, I have his phone in my drawer. The passcode is Soob's birthday."

Beomgyu nods, exhaling again.

"D-Does Meg know his passcode?" He asks.

Taehyun nods. "Yeah, she's the one who opened it."

Beomgyu nods. "I... I'm kinda finding this all hard to believe."

Taehyun sighs. "I couldn't believe it while it was right in front of me."

Beomgyu hums.

"Can I see?"

"Dude- no. It's disturbing, like actually. Sometimes I still get a little nauseous when I see Yeonjun or Soobin... alone or together at school and... stuff."

Beomgyu swallows. "You should give the phone back- or delete the videos- or crush the phone- what if-"

"Beomgyu." Taehyun shushes him, he brings his hand to squeeze at the kid's shoulder. The pressure seems to do the trick. Beomgyu waits rather patiently, eyes still wide.

"They are safe. I made sure Meg wasn't alone with the phone. I was super careful. And no one will get to it now."

Beomgyu stares at him a moment longer before a pout forms on his lip. "I hate keeping secrets, I wish you never told me."

"I'm sorry." Taehyun says, moving his hand to ruffle Beomgyu's hair.

"But we're friends. So, we listen and keep each other's secrets." Taehyun smiles.

Beomgyu nods, unable to see with all the hair covering his eyes.

"Yup." He agrees. Simple.

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Yeonjun sits in silence as he parks his car in front of the large brown house.

He takes his time, shutting the car off. Getting out and heading to the trunk. He pulls out a duffel bag and swings it over his shoulder. Yeonjun wasn't planning on completing any deals today, opting to stay with Soobin who was supposed to be confined in the walls of his house. All his for Saturday. But no, he just had to piss me off.

In actuality, Yeonjun reasons, he's been behaving pretty well as of late. Even now during his 'cool off,' he's making money for his upcoming trip to find Soobin's missing father, instead of blasting his brains or lungs or heart out.

He feels a bit triumphant for his restraint, much stronger now, and Yeonjun doesn't even know what changed. Something shifted, he thinks, although slight, a lot of lucky days in a row combined with his efforts have seemed to be stable enough for Soobin.

Soobin...

Soobin, Soobin, Soobin.

Even pissed off, here I am. He thinks as he walks up the porch. For you.

He rings the bell three- five times and waits.

The door opens and he's met with a smiling face.

"Yeonjun! Thanks man. Come in."