Another World

23

Beomgyu's POV

I was just sitting in the living room and admiring the pictures on the walls of yeonjun, he was so cute and now he's hot af, "Ah, checking out the old photos, huh?" Yeonjun says as he came and sat next to me, a hint of amusement in his voice. He leans closer, following my gaze to the row of family portraits on the wall. "I was just admiring how cute you were as a kid," I reply with a chuckle, my gaze lingering on a picture of a younger Yeonjun. "Look at those chubby cheeks and big, innocent eyes." He laughs, a mixture of mild embarrassment and nostalgia in his expression. "Yeah, I was a bit of a chubby kid, huh? Mom always used to pinch my cheeks. She said I was the most handsome boy in the world."

Yeonjun's laugh is hearty and warm, his smile tugging at my heart. I love seeing him like this, reminiscing about his childhood and sharing anecdotes with me. I can't help but feel a bit envious of the love and support he's always had from his parents. I shift a bit on the couch, my eyes still fixed on the photos on the wall. "Your parents must have so many stories about your growing up years," I say, a hint of curiosity in my voice.Yeonjun nods, a fond smile on his lips. "Yeah, they have plenty of stories. Like the time I decided to cut my own hair when I was five, thinking I'd look like some cool rockstar. Let's just say it didn't quite work out as planned. I ended up with a bald patch right in the middle of my head." I laugh, imagining the scene in my head. "Oh my god, I can't picture it! You must have looked hilarious with a bald spot like that." He nods, a sheepish grin on his face. "Yeah, I did. My parents couldn't stop laughing when they saw me. My mom says she still has the picture somewhere. I'll have to dig it up for you sometime." I playfully nudge his shoulder. "Yeah, I definitely want to see that picture. The image of little Yeonjun with a bald spot is priceless." He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mild embarrassment. "Trust me, it wasn't one of my finest moments. But my parents still love to bring it up to tease me. They find it endlessly entertaining."

Yeonjun glances at the clock on the wall and stretches his arms. "It's getting late," he says, a hint of tiredness in his voice. "We should probably head to bed soon." I nod, even though I'm not particularly sleepy myself. "Yeah, it's probably a good idea. Your parents might not appreciate it if we stay up all night chatting and keeping them awake." Yeonjun stands up and motions for me to follow. We head out of the living room and down an hallway, stopping at the door of a cozy guest room. He pushes open the door, revealing a simple but comfortable room with a queen-sized bed, a dresser, and a small desk. He steps into the room, switching on the bedside lamp to cast a soft, warm glow. "Here we are," he says. "This is where you'll be staying tonight. It's not much, but it's comfortable." I follow behind him, taking in the room's simple yet cozy atmosphere. "It looks nice," I reply, looking around. "I appreciate your parents letting us stay here for the night." Yeonjun sits down on the edge of the bed, patting the space next to him. He looks at me with a small grin, his eyes soft and familiar. I feel a sense of comfort and ease as I join him on the bed, both of us shifting to find a comfortable position. The room is quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning unit outside the window, and we both relax into the sheets, ready to sleep. As the minutes ticked by, my mind wouldn't quiet down. I glanced over at Yeonjun, his breathing even and steady, already fast asleep. I had this nagging feeling deep in my gut, a sense of foreboding that something bad was about to happen. I tried to shake it off, chalking it up to nerves, but the feeling persisted, making sleep seem impossible. I lay there on the bed, my heart beating a bit faster than usual. There was a nagging sense of unease in the back of my mind, but I tried to dismiss it as just nerves. It was probably nothing, just my imagination running wild. I took a few deep breaths and forced myself to lay still, trying to focus on the sound of Yeonjun's soft breathing. I gingerly slipped out from under the covers, careful not to disturb Yeonjun's sleep. I felt a bit restless, my mind still swirling with a mixture of unease and uncertainty. I needed to move, to do something to shake off this unsettling feeling. I shuffled quietly out of the room, making my way down the hallway to the sliding glass door leading to the balcony. The house was quiet except for the soft sounds of people sleeping soundly. As I stepped outside, the cool night air brushed against my skin, offering some relief from my uneasy thoughts.