ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕, Beomjun

010

"Hyung." Beomgyu turns to face Yeonjun in the car, meeting the elder with a pout adjourned on his lips. "I'm scared," he says, eyes round with concern.

Yeonjun raises his eyebrows. "You're scared?" He glances at Beomgyu before focusing on the road, flicking his indicator down to tell the traffic behind that he's turning left. "Why?"

"What if I confess to committing a felony?" Beomgyu's pout increases and he whines in distress, hitting his back off his seat. "I'm too young and pretty to go to jail. Someone will definitely try make me their bitch."

Yeonjun chokes on air, surprised by Beomgyu's words. He coughs into one of his elbows as the other tries to keep control of the steering wheel.
The younger remains nonchalant in his seat, not concerned in the slightest about the near crash they could get in despite being concerned for his imaginary prison life.

"I'm sure they won't send you to prison, Beoms," Yeonjun replies once he's regained control of his lungs and car.

"I don't exercise, it won't be hard for those made tough by prison life! They're all bodybuilders in there, Hyung!"

"I'll go with you and keep you safe... how does that sound?" Yeonjun offers, hoping it'll stop Beomgyu's dramatic fears.

Don't get him wrong, if it was a real issue, Yeonjun would listen to him until the end of time, but this is a hypothetical situation and Beomgyu wont go to jail. He hasn't even committed a felony-not that Yeonjun's aware of...

Beomgyu looks Yeonjun up and down unimpressed. "Are you going to start building your muscles again? They aren't as defined as they used to be."

Yeonjun gasps. Faking offence, he places a hand to his chest and looks at Beomgyu with sharp eyes. "Are you body shaming me, Choi Beomgyu?"

"No? I'm just saying those guys are way out of our league, you'd have to work really-"

"I can't believe you, after I slave around for you all day, make you food, lay out your clothes-"

"You don't lay out my clothes?"

"Sing you to sleep..."

"You don't do that either?" Beomgyu furrows his eyebrows in confusion, wondering why his best friend has to go on his weird rants. He should've grown used to them by now but he still finds them both amusing and irritating (depending on his mood).

"Life as your butler is hard, Beomgyu, and you don't give me enough credit!" Yeonjun wipes away an invisible tear, pulling into the dentistry's parking lot.

"Hyung, shut up." Beomgyu's mouth forms a straight line, bored eyes on Yeonjun.

"And the level of disrespect- -Okay we're here," he cuts himself off after ignoring Beomgyu's initial request. He kills the car engine and undoes his seatbelt.

While talking, Yeonjun opens the car door and steps out. "Remember, I can't stay with you because I have some stuff I need to do, but I'll pick you up once you're out."

Beomgyu frowns. "What if I need someone to hold my hand? It's scary." He hugs his body subconsciously, trying to comfort himself.

He's always hated the dentist. It's for people who like to take out their pent-up frustration by ripping out little kids teeth and making them cry.

"They're going to put you under, you won't even notice your teeth are gone," Yeonjun replies, shutting his car door and clicking the lock on his keys.

"Where are you going? Maybe I can come with you instead..."

"You've been whining about your wisdom teeth constantly for the last two weeks now, you need to get them removed. And I'm meeting up with Wooyoung and Yeosang."