[UNBREAKABLE BONDS] (Yeonjun X Beomgyu)

Chapter 15 : shattered Illusion

Yeonjun entered Beomgyu's room with an air of care and concern, closing the door softly behind him. Beomgyu looked up from his desk, slightly surprised by the unexpected visit.

Yj: Beomie
Yeonjun began, his voice low and comforting,
Yj: I was thinking... maybe you should stop spending so much time with your friends. You know the school is....people talk, & I don't want u to get hurt by them.

Beomgyu’s face shifted from confusion to worry.
Bg: Maybe I think it is they r my friends.

Yeonjun let out a sigh, stepping closer until he could pull Beomgyu into a warm hug.
Yj: It's just I don't trust them to treat u right I don't wanna see u hurt by them. u should spend time with me.since our school & college building is at the same spot so u can easily find me around. we'll look for each other right?.

The warmth of Yeonjun’s embrace seemed to melt any hesitation Beomgyu felt. He nodded slowly, allowing his doubts to slip away in the comfort of his brother’s words.
Bg: Ok I'll be with u then

The next day at school, Beomgyu’s friends tried to talk to him between classes, waving him over to their usual spot. But he offered a quick excuse and hurried away, eager to find Yeonjun and spend time with him. The more his friends tried to reach out, the more Beomgyu withdrew, relying instead on his brother’s presence.

That night, Yeonjun slipped into his secret room, dimly lit with eerie shadows cast across the walls. He closed the door behind him and walked over to his corkboard, smiling to himself as he tapped the images pinned up with his fingers.

Yj: Aww..Beomie I can't wait for the day I get to tell u everything.
he whispered with a dark chuckle.
Yj: Your gonna fall apart.

With practiced ease, Yeonjun opened his laptop and began editing another photo of Beomgyu and Jake, who’d recently tried to speak to Beomgyu about rumors swirling around the school. In the edited photo, it looked as if Beomgyu were gripping Jake’s collar, pulling their faces close as if sharing an intimate moment.

Satisfied with his work, Yeonjun clicked to post it into the school’s group chat, adding a cruel caption:

«Guess someone can't keep their hands to themselves.. is there anyone Choi Beomgyu hasn't been with?»

Yeonjun leaned back, a satisfied grin stretching across his face as he watched the notification pop up in the group chat. He imagined the chaos that would unfold once everyone saw it.

Over the next few days, Beomgyu felt the effects of the post—and the relentless whispers that followed. The once-familiar hallways now felt cold and hostile. Students would throw him cold stares, some muttering under their breaths as he passed by. Occasionally, he’d catch a phrase or two: “slut,” “disgusting,” “two-faced.”

Even his friends, the ones he’d recently distanced himself from for Yeonjun’s sake, no longer tried to talk to him. Whenever he approached them, they’d ignore him, their faces clouded with disappointment and anger.

Every day felt more isolating than the last, and Beomgyu found himself spending most of his time wandering around the school, waiting for classes to end so he could escape. He would often glance around, hoping to see Yeonjun and find comfort in his presence.

Yeonjun, on the other hand, was thrilled. Watching Beomgyu’s growing loneliness, the tear-streaked faces and silent frustration, gave him a twisted satisfaction. He had crafted this isolation, and Beomgyu’s growing dependence on him was only making it easier.

And in the dim hours of the night, as he watched Beomgyu’s reputation crumble, he’d sit back and think to himself, Once he finds out… that I’ve orchestrated every part of this… he’ll completely break.

The final bell rang through the school halls, marking the end of the day. Beomgyu packed up his things, feeling the familiar ache of loneliness gnaw at him. Just as he was about to leave, he noticed a few of Yeonjun’s friends hovering near the exit, blocking his way.

As he attempted to slip by, one of them, a tall boy named Minho, grabbed his wrist tightly, making him flinch.
Minho: Where r u going little slut?
Minho sneered, his face a mask of mockery.
Minho: running to your precious hyung?

Beomgyu looked away, uncomfortable under their piercing stares.
Bg: L-let me go. I....I need to find Yeonjun hyung.

A chorus of laughter erupted among the group, and another guy, Jake leaned in closer.
Jake: Why do u care about him so much huh? always acting like some lost puppy
he mocked.
Jake: You're always like I want my Yeonjun hyung......

Beomgyu’s heart pounded as he tried to pull his wrist free.
Bg: Stop it! pls I don't understand anything...

Minho exchanged a smirk with the others before turning back to Beomgyu, his voice laced with a dark amusement.
Minho: You really don't get it do u? u think Yeonjun cares about u?

Bg: wht r u talking about?
Beomgyu stammered, confusion flooding his face.

One of the girls from Yeonjun’s group, Haerin, let out a sigh as if disappointed.
Haerin: How clueless can u be Beomgyu? Yeonjun is behind everything. All those rumors document theft. he wants to destroy u. He doesn't love u.

Beomgyu shook his head frantically, denial surging within him.
Bg: No that's impossible. Hyung lives me. He'll never do this. He'd never hurt me.

Minho’s eyes glinted with a cruel satisfaction as he pulled out his phone, flipping through pictures until he landed on an image of Yeonjun’s corkboard, filled with photos of Beomgyu. Notes, plans, and crossed-out pictures were pinned across it, highlighting every step of Yeonjun’s orchestrated downfall for him.

Minho: Look for yourself.
Minho said, shoving the phone in front of Beomgyu’s face.
Minho: Still think he's your beloved hyung?

Beomgyu’s eyes widened as he stared at the images, his heart shattering with each detail he took in. The photos, the captions, the fake accounts—it was all there, meticulously laid out. A small, strangled noise escaped his lips as realization washed over him.

Bg: hyung..did this all?
His voice came out in a whisper, almost pleading, as if saying it softly would somehow make it untrue.

Jake leaned closer, smirking as he whispered,
Jale: That's right Beomgyu your beloved brother is your enemy. he's been playing for a long time breaking piece by piece.

The words echoed in Beomgyu’s mind, breaking down any last shreds of denial he clung to. Without another word, he yanked his wrist free and bolted out of the school, ignoring the shocked stares of students in the hallway. His feet pounded against the pavement, his breaths shallow and panicked as he ran straight home, desperation fueling every step.

Back at the house, Yeonjun was in his room, casually scrolling through his phone, already scheming his next move. He glanced up, hearing the faint sound of hurried footsteps in the hallway, growing louder. Before he could process what was happening, Beomgyu burst through the door, his face flushed and eyes wild with anguish.

Bg: Hyung!
Beomgyu cried, his voice breaking as he stood trembling at the doorway.
Bg: tell me... tell me it's not true!!

To be continued.......