A/N: This is a bit of a long chapter, I hope you don't have much planned :)***
Brian picked Beomgyu up from the hospital on a late Tuesday evening. It was during a gorgeous, vibrant sunset where the red haired model settled down in his leather seat, setting his bag down next to him and letting out a sigh.
"Finally going home," Beomgyu said.
Hospitals get boring at some point.
"I'm glad you're doing better now. I kinda missed driving you around, even if it was a life or death situation," Brian cheerfully greeted him.
"Ha ha."
"What music should I play?"
"Hmm..... could you perhaps play the Cigarettes After Sex album? The weather is perfect at the moment for that album."
"Of course."
Beomgyu leaned back as Brian started driving towards the apartment, putting the music on the stereo in his car.
He was anticipating how Yeonjun was gonna react when he's back. After all the letters Yeonjun sent him while he was at the hospital, he had hopes that things would clear up between them.
Guess we'll find out soon.
Beomgyu rang the doorbell a couple times, as he realized on his way to the apartment that he didn't have his keys on him, remembering that on the day he was admitted into the hospital he forgot to take them with him.
After a minute or two, the door clicked open, revealing Yeonjun with a cleaning rag. And Beomgyu did not miss the pink hue on Yeonjun's cheeks when he saw him.
"Care to tell me next time when you're coming back home; I was cleaning the apartment to make it look nice!" Yeonjun complained.
Beomgyu giggled.
"You were what?"
"Cleaning, like normal people?!"
"Okayyyy."
Beomgyu walked inside, and Yeonjun thanked whatever lord was out there that he had finished mopping half an hour ago and not just now.
Even though the apartment had been cleaned, there was still a faint trace of that muffin-like smell that the red haired liked, and he was glad to smell it again after three whole weeks spent in a hand sanitizer swallowed room.
"So, what did you do when I was gone?" Beomgyu asked out of curiosity.
Yeonjun, surprisingly in the mood for small talk, shrugged.
"Spent most of my time at the pet shelter, or I was busy with Uni."
"You didn't meet up with Soobin?"
Beomgyu immediately regretted what he said and clamped his lips when he saw Yeonjun looking at the floor, his facial expression changing.
"Sorry," he apologized.
"You really think I would do that when I know mine and your parents' views?"
With those words, Yeonjun retreated to the bathroom to clean it, leaving Beomgyu sighing to himself and going to their bedroom.
***
It was Saturday afternoon. Beomgyu was reading some notes for Uni that Hanbin and Zhanghao sent him, telling their friend they will have an important exam coming up soon, while Yeonjun had just come back from buying groceries.
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Meant To Be, Or Not? - [YEONGYU FF]
FanficChoi Beomgyu. A model, 21 years old, raised by rich ass parents who own a fashion label. Choi Yeonjun. A regular college student who wants to become a veterinarian, 23 years old, is taken, and is also tied to rich parents who own shares in small com...