Wrong number. taegyu

your painting

As beomgyu laid down on the cold sofa with a blanket over him, he grabbed the painting he made for his best friend, Taehyun, 2 years ago.
He was so pretty, yet he felt so bad for leaving him without any word, he didn't deserve that.

Everyday, he looked at the painting and wondered if Taehyun changed, how does he look like now?
Where is he now?

And as he promised, he put the canvas with Taehyun's face painted on it in his room.

All these years, he felt guilty, but he had no other choice.
The younger had all the rights to hate him, he really fucked up.

And he hoped that they will meet again, even only for some seconds, so he'd apologize for being such an idiot.

He lost all of his pictures with Taehyun, his number, everything.

It was all because his parents hated Taehyun and his family.
They also never allowed Beomgyu to like or be in a relationship with a male. They always said that if he does so, then he'll get kicked out or take the boy away from him.
This world was so unfair, why couldn't he be himself? Why did he need to be someone he wasn't really?
He just wished, he could do whatever he wanted, and meet Taehyun again.
Even in heaven, or their second lives.