Love is not in the equation | Taegyu

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟

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𝐴 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡

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Beomgyu felt like he belonged nowhere. 

He didn't belong to his family. And he didn't fit in here either.

Beomgyu had woken up alone on Taehyun's bed, the soft sheets tangled around him like a reminder of how out of place he felt. The room was quiet, and the stillness only amplified the emptiness settling in his chest. 

The lingering warmth on the other side of the bed hinted that Taehyun had been there not long ago, but now it was cold, much like the void within him. He stared at the ceiling, his thoughts a swirling mess, the weight of his emotions making it impossible to find comfort.

Beomgyu felt like an intruder, and this place was only temporary, only borrowed.

The opulence of the room heightened his sense of displacement. The simple and elegant furnishings, the perfectly arranged decor and the sheer size of the space felt worlds away from anything he grew up with. 

Running a hand through his disheveled hair, he sighed quietly as his fingers brushed against the cool silk of the pillowcase. Everything about Taehyun's family's house screamed stability, luxury and permanence. It was everything Beomgyu lacked.

Beomgyu might have forgotten how different their lives were for those blissful moments spent with Taehyun, but now everything came rushing back to him, reminding him that he was everything but an equal to Taehyun. 

His chest tightened as he sat up, the tangled sheets falling around him. He glanced towards the open window, where the morning light poured in, soft but unrelenting. Even the sunlight felt intrusive, shining on parts of himself he didn't want to examine.

The door creaked open, revealing Taehyun dressed in his house clothes. 

Beomgyu slowly took in the sight of his boyfriend, noticing the soft shift of his expressions when his eyes landed on him. 

And oh, Beomgyu knew from that moment, that loving Taehyun wasn't going to be easy.

Taehyun closed the door softly behind him, his presence immediately filling the room with an unspoken warmth. Beomgyu's eyes met his for a fleeting second before darting away, unable to hold his gaze.

"You're awake," Taehyun said, his voice quiet but steady, knowing the storm brewing inside Beomgyu.

"Yeah," the long haired boy murmured, his fingers clutching the edge of the sheet. The silk felt too smooth, too foreign against his skin.

"Do you want to eat?"

Beomgyu forced a small smile, hoping it looked convincing enough. "Yeah, sure," he said, his voice steady despite the weight in his chest. "I'm starving."

Taehyun studied him for a moment, his sharp eyes seeming to pick up on every detail, but he didn't press. Instead, he nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Take your time to feel better." 

It was such a simple sentence, yet Beomgyu could tell it was filled with consideration. Taehyun was always good at using words, at saying just enough to let him that he cared without pushing too hard.

Yet, those words made something twist painfully inside Beomgyu. 'Feel better',  as if it was something that could be done with time. As if this feeling, the weight of not belonging, was something that could fade away like a passing headache.