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...
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"Hi."
"Hey..." Taehyun scanned Beomgyu from head to toe, his brows furrowing with worry and confusion.
Beomgyu's hair was soaked and matted to his forehead, with flecks of water droplets on the lenses of his round glasses he was wearing. His long sleeved clothes were soaked through, the white shirt he was wearing exposing the thin body of the older, sticking closely to his skin.
A few minutes ago, Taehyun was just comfortably sitting in his room, wearing his grey hoodie and joggers and working on his assignments when he suddenly received a message from Beomgyu, asking if he could come over. And of course Taehyun was okay with that, so he said "yes". It was definitely unexpected, but Taehyun was excited to have Beomgyu over again.
As both men stood at the doorway staring at each other, with Beomgyu panting lightly as if he had been running, dribbles of rain and sweat dotting his face, a bright lightning came flashing, illuminating the dim entrance of the penthouse and Taehyun's eyes took the opportunity to sweep over Beomgyu's figure, his gaze landing on the older's abdomen area where his scars were. A roaring thunder followed right after, causing Beomgyu to flinch slightly at the loudness.
Snapping out of his own thoughts, Taehyun quickly pulled Beomgyu in and went back to his room to grab a towel and a fresh set of clothes for him without a word.
When Beomgyu wiped himself down and changed into the clothes given to him in the bathroom, Taehyun stood outside, his back leaning against the wall beside the door, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts. Why was Beomgyu here? Did he run in the rain? Why didn't he have an umbrella with him? The look on Beomgyu face just now... Taehyun had never seen such an expression before. Beomgyu had never looked so serious and solemn. It was difficult to read him.
"Taehyun."
The said young man looked to his left, realising that Beomgyu was already out. Dressed in Taehyun's comfortable sweater and sweatpants, Beomgyu looked so soft and domestic.
"Hyung-"
Before Taehyun could ask him anything, Beomgyu had grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the living room. The older pushed the younger gently to sit on the couch before joining him, sitting cross legged and facing him.
"We need to talk." Beomgyu said, his tone heavy but filled with determination.
Taehyun was hesitant. He didn't know if they were both ready for what was to come. He was afraid of saying something that could potentially hurt them both, but he knew that this just showed how much of a coward he was. Because if he had changed to be more mindful of the words he spoke, he wouldn't have to fear for anything. However, he still was. And he couldn't help it. One wrong word and he might just ruin them all over again. He didn't want to see Beomgyu as someone fragile, because he knew that the latter would hate him for that. But Taehyun was scared of breaking him.
