Friends since highschool, Beomgyu and Taehyun were almost inseparable. Despite the differences and conflicting personalities they had, they could never leave each other. Taehyun enjoyed and cherished Beomgyu's. presence. He loved learning Beomgyu's...
A/n: I heard your prayers, my dear readers! Idk if this chapter will satisfy you though :') since this chapter is a complete mess like the title
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"No."
"Taehyun-"
"I said no" Taehyun repeated.
"But I-"
"I will not allow you to move out" Taehyun clenched his fists and gritted his teeth with anger and frustration as he spoke. "You're staying here."
"No-"
"I said what I said" Taehyun stood firm, his voice dark and assertive. "You can't move out."
Controlling. Taehyun was being controlling and it frightened Beomgyu. He looked down at his own feet and played with the undone thread of his overused sweater.
Why was Taehyun being like this? He had no rights to control his life. Sure, Beomgyu was thankful and grateful towards Taehyun for letting him stay at a penthouse for free but that didn't mean that Beomgyu wanted to stay there forever for its good deal and luxury. Oh yes, Beomgyu was undoubtedly crazy for wanting to move out from such a lavish place but one ought to understand where he was coming from.
Freedom and independence. Beomgyu craved for those. They were something he longed for. Growing up with a controlling and abusive mother, Beomgyu never had a taste of freedom in his childhood. He never had a say in anything. Whenever he tried to voice out his thoughts, he got shut down immediately with harsh scolding accompanied by scratches and slaps. He was so used to having everything planned out for him and doing everything the others told him that Soobin and Yeonjun's family had a hard time teaching him about his rights to choose for himself. Beomgyu was just like a puppet waiting to be used.
Beomgyu was standing in the middle of his new room in Yeonjun's family's house, feeling lost. No one had told him to do anything and he felt useless.
"Soobin hyung..." Beomgyu called out in a tiny voice as he fidgeted in his place.
"Hmm?" Soobin noticed the small boy calling for him and dropped the box he was carying and walked towards Beomgyu.
Looking up at the tall boy, Beomgyu gulped. "Help... I n-need to help."
"You mean, you want to help?" Soobin frowned at the weird use of his words.
