♡Exit Music (For A Film) || A YeonGyu/BeomJun Story.♡

⚝28⚝

November 17th, saturday.

I'm relieved.

It almost feels like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.

I feel free.

I'm happy.

I'm so happy.

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Yeonjun awoke to an empty space next to him instead of Beomgyu.

He tip-toed down the stair case, each step causing a small creek to echo through the vacant hallway.

"Beomgyu?" Yeonjun called out as he reached the last step.

"In here!" Beomgyu yelled out cheerfully.

Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows.

He seemed..happy.

He smelt food.

He walked into the kitchen, seeing Beomgyu scrubbing a dish, it seemed clean though.

He didn't stop scrubbing.

"Beomgyu..?"

Beomgyu snapped his head towards Yeonjun, a big smile on his face. "Hyung!"

His hair was disheveled, dark circles under his widened eyes.

"Love did you sle-"

"Don't fret over trivial matters! I made you breakfast I-It's on the table I tried to make it perfect for you." Beomgyu spoke quickly, stumbling over his words.

"Are you alright?" Yeonjun reached out to Beomgyus face, cradling his cheek.

Beomgyus smile faltered for a moment.

"Of course. I'm really happy." His tone was lowered. 

"Okay.." Yeonjun lowered his hand, looking at Beomgyu. "I'm glad."

Beomgyu smiled wider.

"I made food, please eat!"

Yeonjun nodded, sitting down at the table and Beomgyu quickly followed.

"It looks amazing, thank you Beomgyu." Yeonjun smiles, biting into the eggs.

It tasted like soap.

Yeonjun tried to hide his reaction.

"I-is it bad?" 

"No! it's really good, thank you so much." Yeonjun smiled weakly.

"Good. I was worried, the eggs were so dirty I even had to clean the inside..so tedious." Beomgyu muttered, walking back into the kitchen and going back to scrubbing that same plate.

Everything on the plate Beomgyu made tasted like soap.

Yeonjun tried his best to eat a good amount of everything. 

Yeonjun threw the rest away while Beomgyu wasn't looking and slid the plate into the sink.

Yeonjun stood by Beomgyu.

"Do you want any help?"

"No I'm alright!" Beomgyu hums happily, his hands are red.

Just how long as he been scrubbing that plate.

Yeonjun carefully takes the plate from him. 

"Hun, I think it's clean."

"N-no..it's really dirty can't you see?" Beomgyu furrows his eyebrows, gesturing towards the plate.