I N U R E

Trust

A few days had passed, Beomgyu's father made relentless attempts to aggravate Yeonjun into giving his son back. Beomgyu was still hesitant to trust the man; he always kept his eyes on him, anticipating his next move toward him. The man had been strangely acting kinder lately and having his mood swings; Beomgyu was stunned by the man's attitude toward him. He wanted to go home, but a part of him was saying, 'It's not so terrible yet." He strolled outside the door into the small garden area, an array of colors the flowers showed.

Red, pink, white and blue. The pigments were so bright it hurt Beomgyu's eyes by staring too much.  He walked over toward the Red roses and sniffed them. The smell was no other than roses; the scent wasn't too potent, however. "You came out here by yourself?" Yeonjun's voice came from the back door; he was staring at the garden seeing Beomgyu bent over sniffing the flowers.

"Yes. is that a problem?" He asked while looking at the flowers. "You shouldn't be alone; someone might take you from me." He strolled closer toward the garden. "I'm not yours anyways." He sneered at the words that left Yeonjun's mouth.  Yeonjun walked until he was beside him and stopped, his body facing him; he put his hands in his front pockets. "You like roses?" He asked, seeing Beomgyu looking between the roses.
"Yes, they're beautiful." Beomgyu lets out a small voice.

"Yeah, like.." Yeonjun stops himself from saying the word.
"Let me guess, pretty?" Beomgyu sounds almost like asking a question. He knew Yeonjun wanted to tell the roses were pretty like him. "No, that's not.." Yeonjun says, feeling humiliated.

"You're right. They are. But everything beautiful eventually withers and dies." He says, crushing the roses in his hand, the petals falling to the ground. Yeonjun's eyes darted between the petals and Beomgyu. It felt as if he eradicated his heart at that moment.  "Why did you..." He starts to say as he watched the petals fall slowly down; they gently lie on the ground.

"No explanation, sorry for that. I'm going back inside. It's too hot here." Beomgyu says, crushing the petals under his shoes as he strolled back toward the door. Yeonjun watched him; he bent down and picked up a single petal that hadn't been stepped on and held it to the sun. "It only withers if you allow it." He says to himself and puts the petal in his pocket.

"Do you want any wine?" Yeonjun asked to Beomgyu sitting beside him at the dinner table again. It was like this for the past few days; he always wants him close. "No thanks."
"Why? it tastes outstanding; try a little." Yeonjun held the glass up to his mouth, and Beomgyu scrunched his nose.

"Come on, Just a small sip." He pleaded and acted as if he was sulking now. Beomgyu knew he wouldn't shut up and sipped the minuscule amount he could; he didn't like the weird taste in his mouth but swallows it. "How's it?"
"Terrible," Beomgyu said, sticking his tongue out and grabbed the coke he was drinking previously. "More for me then," Yeonjun says, sipping on the purple wine.

"Your father doesn't give up easily, but he also doesn't give in." Yeonjun sighed; he sits the glass on the table a little harshly.
"You should have anticipated that," Beomgyu says with a low voice, but Yeonjun heard.  "I what? Should have anticipated?" He smirked. "You know him so much, you stalked him, so shouldn't you know how to work around him?" Beomgyu challenged his words.

"It appears I didn't know him as much as I thought, considering he had someone like..." He pauses, looking at Beomgyu's face before finishing. "You locked away."
"What's so shocking about it?"
"Why would he keep such a pretty thing like this locked away? Or is it because he felt shame? Did he not want anyone to see his son was so pretty?" Yeonjun says, tilting his head to the side.

"You're better off asking him yourself; I don't know the reasons." Beomgyu sat up straight in the chair.
"Such a shame a pretty thing like you.." Yeonjun slurred. You could tell he was a little intoxicated. It was more of a relaxed trance he was in now.  "What?" Beomgyu asked with his eyebrows furrowed; he became anxious.