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Half a year has passed since Choi Yeonjun and Kang Taehyun separated from their relationship on probation. During this time, the wild puma has become a downright tame house kitten, who wants nothing more than...
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The event and especially what Eunwoo had said to him, Choi Yeonjun just wouldn't let go. It was horrible to have to think about it all the time, especially because deep inside he felt guilt. After all, Beomgyu did everything to please him. Or to appease Taehyun. He just couldn't imagine Beomgyu being able to do that and not tell Yeonjun. So for several hours now, the former pink-haired man had been sitting on the sofa, pulling an expression as if he had just been through the worst movie in the world. Worse, as if he was in the worst movie in the world. He sighed loudly, because he was completely alone at home, so he even imagined he could hear the echo of his voice.
What he had loved before, he now hated.
He hated being alone, without his friends or his boyfriend.
Kai was working. Taehyun was busy, and Beomgyu was trying to stay away from him.
Stubborn and unwavering.
He grumbled as he glanced at his phone. He needed a plan, one that would teleport Beomgyu here so he could confront him. But he knew if he just asked him, he would cancel. So he opened the last chat history with his best friend and told him that Kai was planning to sleep with his girl, but he wasn't much help to the youngest.
Although Beomgyu said he would come over - especially since he was going to get a few more things anyway - but the reluctance could be clearly read.
Because he used less emojis.
Half an hour later, the door code was entered and a cheerful, "Here I am!" announced who was coming in through the door.
Yeonjun jumped to his feet, standing in the middle of the living room as if a bumblebee had stung him in the butt. "Choi Beomgyu!" he shouted, as if he wanted all the neighbors to hear him. He looked like an angry father in sweatpants and a loose T-shirt. Even his dark hair stood up a bit because he had been grabbing through his hair non-stop.
"Oh shit!", automatically Beomgyu stepped out of the apartment again and pulled the door shut in front of him. He left it open just a crack, keeping a tight grip on the doorknob. "Why are you yelling at me!"
