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"Hal mareul naebaetji! Twe! Twe! Twe! Sorikkun!~~"

Beomgyu's closed eyelids quivered a little at the loud enough alarm, but the warmth around his body was too distracting and comfortable which made him effortlessly ignore the loud banging noises. He shifted in his position, snuggling closer to the person whose arms rested around his torso.

Wait-

Arms? Around him??

Beomgyu's eyelids fluttered open, a shrill ache piercing through his head. He must have consumed quite a lot of alcohol last night; the boy thought, scrunching his face up because of the headache. He took a few more seconds to adjust to it before opening back his squinted lids, his head snapping in Taehyun's direction to see who was it around him.

He widened his eyes in shock, raising his hand to push the other male off of him. That was when the other made a motion and his nuzzled face was lifted in his sleep. Beomgyu's hand abruptly halted midway and he let out the holding breath.

Oh, it's just Taehyun...

His shoulders relaxed, only for his eyes to grow twice in realization.

It was Taehyun? Lying under the duvet that covered half of their only-boxers-wearing bodies? With an acute headache up his ass?

Beomgyu's Adam's apple bobbed hard in his throat. Did Taehyun just take... did Taehyun take advantage of him last night...?

With a stunned face, he glanced at the younger boy who was drowned in a peaceful slumber, his slightly injured lips jutted and muscular arms around Beomgyu's waist, waist that carried Taehyun's marks; Beomgyu presumed.

The alarm shrieked again in the same tone, snapping the brunette out of it and successfully waking its owner this time. Taehyun's eyelids wavered, his body made faint movements, and the next second, his doe eyes blinked open. His sleepy eyes promptly sparkled as they spotted Beomgyu from so up close, staring back at him.

"Good morning.." He husked, snuggling closer.

Beomgyu was doubtful if the sun was up yet, judging by the blueish-pink hue that peeped in through the thin curtains. But that was something he gave the least number of shits about right now.

"We need to talk, Taehyun." He emotionlessly emitted, slowly being able to recall things from last night, but still, some part of them remained missing. Although he could clearly remember his loud moans and pitched squeaks when Taehyun tormented his sweet spot, he couldn't really recall the ravenette asking him for consent or even giving consent to Taehyun.  And making an attempt to recall it, only made the headache intensify.

Sleep just vanished from Taehyun's eyes, his adoring gaze converting into a quizzical and confused one. Being the overthinker he was, the worst possibilities started to flood his head. He had to mentally curse himself to stop them. "About?" He asked, licking his lips nervously.

"Did we fuck last night?" The brunette straightforwardly shot. His eyes were cold, and they scared Taehyun. Beomgyu wanted to believe the younger, he wanted to believe that Taehyun would never rape him while he would be drunk; but his previous experiences didn't really help with that. He didn't care even if they fucked, he just wanted to know if he had given consent or Taehyun just... Taehyun just raped him...

The younger got a wave of chill flowing down his spine. This was not the warm Beomgyu he was familiar with, and the pair of emotionless eyes were scaring him. He didn't want Beomgyu to misunderstand him. "I..uhm.. w-we.." He wetted his bottom lip and looked away from the brunette's eyes. "I-I did it b-because you asked for it." He murmured.

Beomgyu's brow arched, still giving the younger a cold shoulder. His eyes landed on the arm that was wrapped around his body, and the intense glare was enough for Taehyun to swallow and take his hands back with a jerk. 

"S-sorry.." The ravenette smacked his lips into a thin line and gazed down. He couldn't remember after how long he had said sorry to someone while doing informal communication. He wasn't disrespectful, but he was never one to usually admit he was the one at fault. 

But, those pair of dulled and cold eyes, he felt a knot of remorse lurching inside his belly, although he knew none of it was only is fault. "But trust me, I took your permission. I guess you just don't remember it, but I seriously asked you. Multiple times, I swear." He desperately attempted to prove himself.

His heart gave a sudden twitch as he noticed Beomgyu's frozen eyes softening. He let out a soft exhale, the corner of his lip curling a little into a smile. Out of sarcasm or blue? Taehyun couldn't point. "Too bad I can't remember half of last night..." Bitterness dripped from his words.

"Beomgyu, believe me, I might be an asshole, you might've seen me threatening girls and fighting boys, but I'm not a rapist, okay? I asked for your permission, quite a few times. And you did say it was okay. Now, if you still don't believe me then it's okay. You can tell me to fuck off and never show my face to you ever again. I'll just accept whatever you say."

Taehyun stared at the elder's face, waiting for a response, but Beomgyu never diverted his eyes from the ceiling. A few seconds passed, the look of aggressive desperation still lying clear on Taehyun's face. He scanned the male once again before letting out the breath he had been holding and got up. 

Turning more pissed with each second, he threw the duvet away from his body, put on his clothes, and silently placed Beomgyu's folded pile of clothes on the bed in the place where he had been lying a minute ago. "Your clothes." He pointed at the pile. "And I'll manage some painkillers from you over Kyujin's kitchen counter. Your choice if you wanna take them or not." He sharply spat and marched toward the shut door, internally yearning to be called from behind. 

But Beomgyu's voice never came.

Taehyun emitted a small but harsh breath out of his mouth, and flung the door open, enough for him to get out, but if there was a person outside, for them to not be able to see Beomgyu's half-naked figure inside. Fortunately, there was no one with a clear coast and Taehyun stormed out of the house after telling Kyujin to manage some painkillers for the brunette, whose name Taehyun didn't even want to think of.

Despite it being the dawn and woken from a nice sleep, Kyujin still had tried to tease Taehyun about the whole lot. But his venomous eyes and flat tone had made her think otherwise.

Taehyun gritted his teeth while he aggressively walked on his way home. He was literally seeing red in anger, his breath getting heavier each second. Trying hard to keep his anger in check, he somehow managed to soundlessly enter the house without his brother waking and he straight up walked to his own room. 

For the whole of last week, he had been fucking pampering the brunette only to be fucking disrespectfully untrusted by him?

Taehyun's left hand curled into a strong fist and he punched the wall with the edge of his palm.

He could be a monster, a beast, a fucking aggressive asshole, but not a rapist. Not the rapist of Choi Beomgyu.

Another punch, and the wall vibrated quite evidently just like for the previous one, and it had to endure a few more punches before the ravenette calmed down a little. 

Sleep. Taehyun needed sleep.

According to what he had promised to Yeonjun Hyung a year back, he couldn't anymore harm himself to take the frustration out. And if he kept constantly punching the wall, it would only lead to waking his brother up. And thank you so much, but the boy did not want that. 

Thus, still trying his hardest to not let his fuming anger reach its climax once again, he stripped himself out of the coat and leather pants. Climbing onto the bed, he pulled the duvet under his half-naked body, drowning in the cozy sensation. 

He still could have a few more hours of sleep as the sun wasn't still up yet. And Taehyun earnestly hoped, his frustration would just be died down by the time when he would wake.

[ik its short but hey, at least its an update!]