Chasing After Him

01: The Morning After

[Beam]

Waking up isn't such a pleasant experience for him. Though that isn't exactly a noteworthy news as it has always been like that, this time is different.

Beam fixedly stared at the ceiling upon opening his eyes. He almost didn't want to move. He had done something completely unthinkable.

He saw a movement from the corner of his eye. Slowly, he turned his head to look at the person who was still there beside him.

Forth looked at him almost intently, as if he is trying to see whether he would be able to determine what is on his mind. Beam stared right back for a moment before slowly lifting himself up to look around the bedroom they are occupying.

This definitely isn't his room. Not that he didn't already think about that the second he woke up. He isn't exactly the type of person who brings his conquest inside his room.

His room is private.

Not that Forth is a conquest. He is just...

Preventing his mind from thinking about it for the moment, he looked around. He saw their clothes scattered on the ground. He could even see that his boxers were resting at the study table just beside him.

Sitting up fully as slowly as he could, feeling pain all over his body, even in places he didn't know existed, he reached for his boxers and with painstaking care, wore it as quickly as he can considering his current condition.

There is a fiercely stinging pain down below and even his upper body didn't escape the invasion that happened last night. It... isn't exactly a good feeling.

Grimacing for a bit, he stood up. He wanted to get out of there as quickly as he could. He needed to be alone.

He needed to think.

"Beam?" He heard Forth's voice calling his name tentatively. He didn't answer. He put all his attention on picking up his scattered clothes.

"You're... not going to say anything?"

"What am I supposed to say?" He calmly asked in return. He didn't even turn around to face the other. He currently didn't dare to. It's easy to speak to him calmly when he couldn't see his face.

He needed to settle himself completely first before he could return back to normal.

There was silence for a while. It was just enough time for him to see this situation in a third point of view and look at it in a neutral way. Though that obviously isn't going to last as he's just repressing his feelings.

"I don't know... Yell at me, get angry at me, tell me anything that goes on your mind, hit me. Just, don't be this silent." Beam didn't dare to analyze the emotions in Forth's voice when he said that.

He had no need to.

That's when he finally recognized the awful smell he'd been bothering to block from entering his nostrils since earlier.

"Put out your cigarette," he said as he finally turned around to look at the other who is still sitting on the bed, looking at him almost cautiously. It can almost be construed as an order given how tense his voice was as he spoke.

"...What?" He looked at me in confusion.

"I don't like the smell of cigarettes." He's always been sensitive about it. He absolutely couldn't stand the smell. It's nauseating. Not to mention second hand smoke is more dangerous than directly inhaling it.

He watched as Forth immediately put out his cigarette on the ashtray before he suddenly looked right at his eyes. He instantly avoided the stare and instead continued to walk around collecting his clothes and things that went out of his pockets.