[UNBREAKABLE BONDS] (Yeonjun X Beomgyu)

Chapter :1 Collisions of world

The heavy rain lashed against the wide windows of the Choi family mansion, a cold reflection of the tension that simmered inside. Yeonjun leaned against the wall, arms crossed and a cigarette dangling from his fingers. He didn’t bother to hide it anymore. Why should he? It wasn’t like anyone in this house could tell him what to do.

College was a joke. He barely showed up to classes, and when he did, it was just to sit in the back, headphones in, ignoring the lectures. He only went because it kept his father off his back. Besides, Yeonjun liked to think he was good at being bad—a rebel with no respect for anyone, least of all his family.

And then there was Beomgyu.

His eyes flicked to the door as it opened, and there he was, soaked to the bone. Beomgyu, 15 years old, a soft, quiet kid who couldn’t stand up for himself if his life depended on it. He shut the door quietly, as if he didn’t want to disturb anyone, especially Yeonjun.

Yeonjun took a long drag from his cigarette and narrowed his eyes.
Yj: You're late.

Beomgyu froze mid-step, glancing at him nervously before lowering his head.
Bg: I....i stayed in the library to study I didn't realized it was this late

Yeonjun’s eyes flicked to the clock. It was nearly 9 p.m.
Yj: Do you ever think ? we have dinner at the same time every night, & you can't even manage to show up for that. what r u even  doing with your life?

Beomgyu bit his lip, not daring to argue. He knew it didn’t matter what he said. To Yeonjun, he would always be a disappointment. The soft one, the useless one, a burden Yeonjun never wanted.

bg: I'm sorry hyung
Beomgyu muttered, his voice barely audible.

Yeonjun scoffed, flicking ash onto the floor.
Yj: sorry? That's it? you're useless, Beomgyu. A high school kid with no backbone. you can't even keep track of time. Go to your room now.

Beomgyu nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he tried to hold back the tears that always threatened to spill when Yeonjun was this harsh. He knew that no matter how hard he tried, it would never be enough for Yeonjun. Nothing ever was.

Bg: I'll do better next time
Beomgyu whispered, though even he didn’t believe the words.

Yj: you'd better be..
Yeonjun snapped, his gaze sharp as he watched Beomgyu shuffle toward the stairs. “
Yj: Or you'll find out just how much of a burden you are.

Beomgyu’s heart clenched, but he didn’t look back. He was used to this, the coldness, the anger. But that didn’t make it any easier. As he climbed the stairs, his mind raced. Why did Yeonjun hate him so much? He had tried for years to get closer to his stepbrother, to understand him, but it was like staring at a wall of ice. Cold and unbreakable.

He entered his room, soaked clothes still clinging to his body as he shut the door behind him. His room was modest, nothing like Yeonjun’s grand suite, but it was comfortable, a small sanctuary from the coldness that filled the rest of the house.

Beomgyu quickly changed into dry clothes and collapsed onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He let out a deep sigh. Maybe tomorrow would be better, though he doubted it. It never was. His life was a cycle of silence, judgment, and distance—a gulf between him and the one person he wanted to be close to.

Downstairs, Yeonjun snuffed out his cigarette, his frustration mounting. Why did Beomgyu always get under his skin? Every time he looked at him, all he saw was weakness. A kid who needed coddling, someone who couldn’t handle the pressure of life. Beomgyu was the opposite of everything Yeonjun stood for.

And yet... Yeonjun’s chest tightened as he remembered the look in Beomgyu’s eyes earlier. The way they shimmered with unshed tears when Yeonjun’s words hit their mark. Why did it bother him? Why did he care that Beomgyu was upset? He shouldn’t care. Beomgyu was just a stepbrother, a nuisance he never wanted in the first place.

The next morning, the house was eerily quiet as Beomgyu tiptoed downstairs. He was hoping to avoid another confrontation with Yeonjun, but as soon as he rounded the corner, there he was, leaning casually against the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone, his expression indifferent.

Bg: Good morning
Beomgyu murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Yeonjun didn’t even glance up from his phone. Beomgyu hesitated, unsure whether to sit or leave. Finally, Yeonjun spoke, though his eyes stayed on the screen.

Yj: you better remember there's a meeting this afternoon. Dad wants you there. do not think about being late again.

Beomgyu blinked, surprised.
Bg: me? why?

Yeonjun’s eyes flicked up, colder than ever.
why? because he expects you to do something with your life, even though you're a pathetic excuse for a son....

The words stung more than Beomgyu wanted to admit, but he nodded.
bg: I'll be there.....
he said quietly before leaving the room.

As he walked away, he couldn’t shake the feeling that no matter how much he tried, Yeonjun would never see him as more than a burden. But deep down, there was a part of him that refused to give up. He couldn’t explain why, but something inside him was determined to prove that he could be more than the fragile boy Yeonjun saw him as.

What Beomgyu didn’t realize was that the storm between them had only just begun—and with it, feelings neither of them were ready to confront.

What will happen next. to be continued...........

hey there first chapter. I hope you'll like it. Thanks for reading. 🤭🤭