[UNBREAKABLE BONDS] (Yeonjun X Beomgyu)

Chaptet 8 : Broken Boundaries

The room was quiet except for the soft rustling of sheets as Yeonjun, still half-drunk, lay sprawled on Beomgyu’s bed. Beomgyu sat frozen, his back pressed against the headboard, his heart thudding in his chest. Yeonjun’s arm was draped around him, his grip loose but heavy, and the scent of alcohol lingered in the air.

Yeonjun’s words slurred as he murmured something under his breath, his face only inches away from Beomgyu’s. His cold hand slowly trailed across Beomgyu’s arm, sending shivers down his spine.

Yj: You're...so pretty aren't u?  Yeonjun mumbled, his fingers brushing against Beomgyu’s cheek.

Beomgyu’s breath hitched, startled by the cold touch and the sudden shift in Yeonjun’s behavior. His heart raced, confusion clouding his thoughts. This wasn’t the Yeonjun he knew—the Yeonjun who always bullied him, who treated him with nothing but disdain. This Yeonjun was different, his drunken state blurring the lines of everything Beomgyu had come to expect from his brother.

For a moment, Beomgyu sat still, unsure of what to do. But then he forced himself to move, gently pushing Yeonjun’s hand away from his face. His mind raced as he tried to figure out how to handle the situation.

Yeonjun was in no condition to be left alone, especially not like this. Beomgyu hesitated but then slowly shifted, carefully pulling Yeonjun down so he could lie beside him on the bed. He didn’t know what else to do, but he couldn’t just leave him there. Beomgyu lay there for a moment, watching as Yeonjun’s breathing evened out, his grip loosening as sleep overtook him again.

After a few minutes, Beomgyu quietly slipped out of bed, standing at the side as he gazed down at his brother. Yeonjun’s face looked peaceful in sleep, a stark contrast to the coldness and anger he usually wore like a shield. Beomgyu sighed softly, his heart heavy with confusion and a sadness he couldn’t quite explain.

He grabbed a blanket from the chair nearby and draped it over Yeonjun, his fingers trembling slightly as he did so. Then, with one last glance at his sleeping brother, Beomgyu slipped out of the room and went to the bathroom to change.

The next morning, Yeonjun stirred awake, his head pounding from the hangover. He blinked groggily, his vision blurry as he tried to make sense of where he was. It took him a moment to realize that he wasn’t in his own bed—he was lying in Beomgyu’s room.

A surge of anger and confusion coursed through him as he shot up from the bed, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. What the hell had happened last night? Why was he here, in Beomgyu’s bed? His fists clenched at the thought, his irritation growing by the second.

Just then, the bathroom door creaked open, and Beomgyu stepped out, freshly changed in his school uniform. He froze when he saw Yeonjun standing by the bed, his expression unreadable.

Yeonjun’s eyes locked onto Beomgyu, his anger bubbling to the surface. He stormed across the room, blocking Beomgyu’s path as he stood in front of the bathroom door, his glare cold and piercing.

Yj: How dare you!? 
Yeonjun hissed, his voice low but dangerous.
Yj: how dare u lie me down on the bed with u?

Beomgyu’s eyes widened, his heart pounding as he realized how furious Yeonjun was.
Bg: Hyung I—I didn't mean to....you were drunk so I just—

Yj: Shut up!
Yeonjun snapped, cutting him off. His fists clenched at his sides, trembling with barely controlled rage.
Yj: I don't care what your excuse is. I never asked for your help. who do u think u r touching me like that?