2 Boys 1 Love [Yeongyu]💕

Crawling Venom...

I'm cradling Beomie in my arms, my poor boy TwT.

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Beomgyu immediately gathered his phone and jacket from the seat beside him. He was in too much of a hurry to notice Yeonjun wipe his mouth and rise from in front of him. He rushes to the counter where Jake is standing, texting his man (Heeseung: This is my baby!!!). The boy looked up to observe a panic-stricken Beomgyu and nodded for him to go as he would take care of things, Jake has always been an observant and aware guy, Beomgyu found him to be most capable of handling duties that involved customer service, jobs that required tact. However, Jake didn't fail to notice a dark figure dashing behind his boss, a handsome man... He thought (Heeseung: Excuse me?!)

Beomgyu dashed towards the crowd in front of his restaurant, the lights from inside illuminating the ground on which he stood. Anxiety washed over him, he'd never heard Soobin's voice as so vulnerable. A wave of fear washed over him, for the boy he considered his older brother. Beomgyu's fingers coiled tightly around his phone as he dialled for a taxi. There's no way a taxi will reach here on time.

Beep

A Mercedes pulled up in front of Beomgyu, snapping him out of his trance, he realised he'd been sweating heavily and regained his breath. 

The window rolled down.

"Beomie-ah, get in," Yeonjun called from inside, patting on the passenger seat, indicating Beomgyu to enter. (Passenger princess what?!). If this was any other day, Beomgyu would have surely rejected Yeonjun and waited for a cab. But it wasn't and Soobin might be in danger, so Beomgyu hurried into the car. 

Lucky for him, the group had decided to share their locations, for situations just like this. Opening the app Beomgyu searched for Soobin... The hospital.

Beomgyu trembled holding his phone in his hand, his knuckles turned pale. Yeonjun noticed this and took Beomgyu's phone from his hands gently. He accelerated forward, a hand resting on Beomgyu's. The touch felt warm, a warmth that began to spread from his palms throughout, contrasting the cold fear gripping his heart. The younger couldn't find it in him to remove the said hand, he needed the comfort. Yeonjun rubbed circles into the back of Beomgyu's palm, a trick that always helped the younger calm down.

Yeonjun gazed to his side, only to be met with a pair of eyes, twinkling in the streetlights as they gazed back into his.

His face began to turn pink, yet he couldn't be distracted. Clearing his throat and looking back at the road, Yeonjun distracted himself.

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-----At the hospital-------

The sterile brightness of the hospital lobby made Beomgyu's head swim. His heart was pounding in his ears, the rush from the car ride still thundering in his chest. He felt disoriented—like his feet weren't quite on the ground. Why was Soobin here? What had happened?

"Soobin!" Beomgyu's voice cracked as he stumbled forward. His throat felt tight, but relief flooded him as soon as he saw his older friend standing there, waiting. Soobin was safe. Thank God.

Panting, Beomgyu clutched his side, breathless from the panic that had driven him across the city. He was about to ask what had happened—ask if Soobin was okay—when Soobin's face, pale and tight, stopped him cold.

"Beomie..." Soobin's voice was low, barely above a whisper.

Beomgyu frowned. The sinking feeling in his gut returned, his pulse quickening as he waited for Soobin to speak. There was something off, something wrong.