🩹scared | taegyu

🩹forty-seven

already broken.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

beomgyu holds a tight grip around taehyun's shoulder as they walk through the empty hallway. taehyun can't breathe. he gasps for air again and again as beomgyu guides him to the bathrooms. 

"i can't- i can't breathe-" he cries as they enter the gender-neutral toilet. 

"sit down, tyun." beomgyu hushes him, sitting taehyun down on the toiletseat. he crouches down next to him with a worried expression. 

"please, breathe for me-" beomgyu whispers in a worried tone, "in and out. in and out."

taehyun tries his best to follow beomgyu's lead, but his breath hitches and gets caught in his throat. "i can't, hyung-"

"pretend you're blowing out the biggest birthday candle in the world." beomgyu says, putting his index finger in front of taehyun's mouth to act as a candle. 

"come on, look at that big flame!" taehyun imagines a purple candle with a massive flame and blows as hard as he can. 

"and smell the flower." beomgyu says, putting his finger underneath taehyun's nose. "come on, smell the beautiful dahlia!" 

they repeat the excersise until taehyun has fully calmed down. then beomgyu wipes the tears off taehyun's face with a damp piece of toilet paper. he's extra gentle today. because beomgyu doesn't want to hurt taehyun anymore. 

"are you feeling better?" beomgyu asks, tossing the pieces of paper in the nearby bin.

"mhm," taehyun hums, looking down at the floor. he loves feeling cared for. 

"do you want to tell me what happened?" he asks again, only to get a shake of the head in return. 

"i can't fix it if you don't tell me about it, taehyun." 

"i don't need you to fix it. just please, take me home, hyung." taehyun whispers, looking up at the older with watery eyes. oh what beomgyu would do just to kiss him again. 

"of course, i'll take you home." 

  

  

beomgyu hutches the younger further up his back as they exit school premises, he's is deadly afraid of dropping taehyun. he had insisted on carrying the younger on his back, claiming it wasn't morally right to force him to walk. 

beomgyu knows it's just a lame excuse he invented, but taehyun doesn't seem to understand the other's intentions. but he likes staying close to beomgyu anyway, wrapping his arms securely around the older's neck to keep himself sturdy. 

taehyun enjoys the moment, sniffing beomgyu's neck carefully so he can remember his scent for a while. when he gets home he doesn't know how long it'll be until they can see each other again. beomgyu smells familiar, a mixture of floral laundry detergent and sweat. 

"why are you so sweaty, hyung?" taehyun whispers as they walk along the road. 

"you're so heavy, i can't help but sweat." beomgyu answers with a laugh, "i'm just kidding,"