by your side | yeongyu ✔

CHAPTER TWO

"Did you hurt yourself?" The raven-haired seemed worried and kneeled down next to Yeonjun. He furrowed his brows irritated, he could swear this guy was slightly glowing, just for a second or two but he was. Eyes wide as saucers, Yeonjun looked up at the other male. The young man was probably around the same age as he himself, maybe one or two years younger and he was insanely beautiful. A wide, brown jacket protected his upper body from the icy, cold weather with a white pullover underneath. A pair of blue jeans hugged his long, slim yet muscular legs, holding a black umbrella in his hand to avoid getting the rain onto his a little curled, raven hair, which fell softly onto his forehead.

"I-I'm fine. Uh- thanks, I guess", Yeonjun said with a small smile on his rosy, plump lips. Relieved, the dark-haired breathed out and his facial expressions softened. A bright smile crept up on his full, pink lips, exposing his white teeth and Yeonjun could spot some sparkles due to the light from the opposite in the younger's dark, beautiful eyes framed by long lashes. He got up and reached out his hand with long, slender fingers for Yeonjun to help him up. As he stood on his feet again, the blonde tried to get the dirt off of his long, black coat. For a moment both of them just stood there, the rain still falling down on them, kind of awkwardly staring at each other. An slightly awkward silence falling over them, neither know what to do, or say.

"Uh- maybe we should go to the station over there, so you wouldn't get wet anymore?", Beomgyu - that was the young male's name - hesitantly spoke up and pointed with his finger across the street, causing Yeonjun to nod. "S-sure." This time Yeonjun watched to both sides, before walking over the street, Beomgyu following him silently and light footed, barely making any sound on the surface as if he was floating, not even touching the ground. They sat down on the bench of the bus station and Yeonjun sighed quietly as he pulled his wet bangs back, exposing his flawless forehead and wiping his wet cheeks with the backs of his hands.

"Did you cry?" Now that they had more light coming from the lantern next to them, the younger could spot Yeonjun's red, puffy eyes and his expression changed back to being worried. Yeonjun didn't know this guy at all, but he could already tell just by looking at the tall, a little smaller framed male that he was a absolutely caring, sweet person with a loveable and bright personality. A person that you just have to like, else you just have no heart. "I just had a super miserable and exhausting day", Yeonjun answered honestly, looking down to his feet and bit his full lower lip. "You wanna talk about it?- Oh sorry, I'm Beomgyu, by the way." Beomgyu showed him a sweet smile and bowed to the older, which he did as well. "Yeonjun. Um- thank you, Beomgyu, but I don't wanna bother you." The blonde smiled a little, though Beomgyu could tell it was forced and fake, it didn't reach the latter's glossy eyes.
A thing the younger ha noticed a while ago as he watched Yeonjun sitting with his friends in a coffee shop, everytime he was happily laughing about something, it would even reach his eyes.

But please, before you'll assume, Beomgyu was a freak or a stalker, he wasn't. He had his reasons. Watching and taking care of the older was his job in some sort of strange way.

"You'd never bother me. You can talk to me. It'll help, believe me. Only if you want to, of course", Beomgyu quickly replied and looked at the older with those big, innocent eyes and that caring, sweet smile plastered on his full, cherry lips, which could melt people's hearts within seconds, including Yeonjun himself. A little chuckle escaped the taller's - He was just a few inches taller than Beomgyu - lips and he nodded. "Okay, you're probably right, talking helps... Uh- where should I start?" Yeonjun thought about everything that happened that day while the younger watched him intently, waiting patiently for him to be ready. "Maybe I just start from the beginning." Beomgyu's nodded and Yeonjun looked down at his fingers on his thighs. "Actually, this day started extremely worse. I woke up a little too late and was greeted by insults from my parents. They found out about my relationship with a boy way back in highschool. It was years ago and we broke up immediately after our graduation, he even left Korea. But still they assumed I was gay, even though I hav- had a girlfriend. Lastly, they kicked me out. They told me I shouldn't come back, until I'd quit be-being a f-fag-" The light haired had to pause and felt a tear fighting it's way out of the corner of his eye, rolling down his cheek and then dropping onto his hand. His lower lip began to tremble and he bit back a sob, more and more tears swelling up. Beomgyu didn't hesitate and pulled the older into a hug, embracing him in his arms, securely holding him.

Almost immediately Yeonjun began to sob and let out all his frustration and mixed up feelings he'd held back so long, crying into the youngers shoulders, feeling the slow and soothing rubs on his back. Somehow it was embarrassing but he couldn't deny how good and relieving it felt. "It's okay, let it out", Beomgyu softly spoke and held the taller in his embrace, feeling Yeonjun tighten his grip on his jacket, not caring that they know each other for maybe an hour. Strangely enough, Yeonjun felt so comfortable in the younger's embrace, it felt somehow like home, a warm place you never want to leave, yet lose. It felt like they had known each other for years.

It felt so good, so calming and soothing.