To my beloved, Terry

Chapter 30

"No! No, no, no. It can't b-be." Ben halted alarmed. Tears glistened from his visage, in extreme fear.

"Listen to me Terry. This!? You are sacrificing your life for this lowly. Whatever is this people said to you- you should have not been with them form the start. I should have known, father was right about you all this time. You are going to be stain to our bloodline." Steve, for the very first time had shown glint of emotion other than nullity.

Ben was reminded even in the verge of life and death of their contrariety. The man was in no wrong. It was only right for his good-for-nothing life to be without ease be thrown. This has been what is plotted. No one, not even Terry should have interfere.

"D-Dan please, get you and him out. I do not want to live anymore." Ben plead that had catch the awareness of the two nobles.

"No, I am getting you out-"

"Leave or I will shout and all of us will not see the dawn." Ben threat. However, it only urge the young Terry to impel his unsaid worries.

Then Ben did one of most heartrending act. Never did he had push the young noble, never did the young noble felt neglected and never did Terry heard the most painful utterance from his person.

"Disappear from my sight. I do not want to see you, no more."

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"Pull a bullet or I will shoot you." Deep-voiced, very deep echoed the suppose to be beautiful field of dandelions.

"Shoot." The young Terry was willing. He could not even phantom the idea of living without anyone but Ben. If blood should shed in this precious morning, it would be his. Life had never showed nothing but misery to him. At this moment, he does not have concern of his well-being but Ben- his most cherished should not have been acquaint to the uncertainty of his life.

My dear Ben.

He hushed. There he stood, all stained in gore. In cold sweats, shedding such invaluable tears and above all, imploring. They had never confess great emotions towards each other for they are ignorant to such deep affection, for they too convinced the entirely of it is rubbish- at least not to them, not this instant.

There was pure plain-spoken sentiment to both eyes, pure genuineness of love. Howbeit, time was their constant nemesis. As the young noble weaken from the sight, the cannon that had been pointed to the love of his life rang and in a heartbeat, slowly- in excruciating way the meaning of life to his was gone.

"No!" He wailed. Running in agony to the lifeless yet beautiful Ben.

"What have you done!?" Daniel cried out.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" It repeated through the gush of wind.

"N-no, no, no, I-It was not me-BEN, PLEASE!" Terry uttered shaking. He did not do such hideous crime. He would never a thing such thing to the older lad.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? YOU ... Y-YOU ARE A BEAST. YOU- HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH THING TO MY..." There it had sink. It was not him who did sin. There he knew that it was the man that stood behind him pulled the shoot.

"I-It was you?" He asked in tremble as he clutched the warmth of his love for the time being.

"It was you!? Why? WHY? WHY? WHY DID YOU SHOOT HIM STEVE?" He exclaimed in between the agonizing sob. No, no, no, this should be a dream. This should not be real.

"Oh, o-oh my B-Ben please.... No, no, my l-love please. No!" He screamed, there in the rose-pink light of dawn. Two heartbeats ceased.

"I h-have not given you enough dandelions yet. I... I-We have never fulfill our swear to b-be in the a-alps once mor-You... Love, My Ben please..." Too late. Too late.

Beomgyu woke up unsurprisingly not crying. The moment the lid of his eyes met the unnatural light of his room, a tear fell off. It was the most shattering dream he had seen ever since Terry started reaching out to him. It was painful in a sense that there was never a spoken goodbye between them. There was never a change for two hearts to at least be known of their true affection.

It was also the deepest love Beomgyu had ever seen. The sacrifice his past self done, the unselfishness of his past lover, the guilt between the other two who had witness a broken vow. He cried once more, loud and painful not only for it was the end but because of their story. Why such beautiful thing doesn't always have to be beautiful entirely?

And then it hit him- fear. He felt really scared of what might happen between him and Taehyun. He doesn't know what would life be if history does repeat because no, there was no way in hell he will live another life without finally be in the arms of where he should have been from the start. His universe- not Terry but Taehyun. His Taehyun.

Without caring about his appearance, about the time, not even minding to put on a proper sweater in the cold air of September. Beomgyu ran outside his room, outside his residence to run to his home. He should be rational enough to decide that this is so stupid of him to knock at Taehyun's door in ungodly hour but because, he needed him now. Actually, he needed him ever since.

"Gyu? Hey, what are you doing out it's cold. You should have cal-" Taehyun was not able to finish his worries when Beomgyu crashed their lips together in a very rushed, heated and badly off manner that had both of them almost stumbling on the doorway. Nevertheless, Taehyun reciprocated with almost the same amount of intensity.

Kissing wasn't new to them but Beomgyu initiating with this extremity is unfamiliar to him. It was as if the older hadn't seen him in a while, as if the boy was going somewhere other than his arms, as if he was about to break. God, he is so fucking in love it hurts.

They kiss until Taehyun felt cold breeze only to realize that they haven't even close the door but he couldn't break off their lips. Not when Beomgyu is tiptoeing to get much better angle, to show just how much he was so fucking heads over heals for him. That alone, is enough for him to hoist the older up as they bring the intimacy to Taehyun's living room. He's almost accustomed now seeing Beomgyu straddled in his lap in his supposed boring sofa while they continue devouring each other.

He could feel the older almost losing his breath, he was trembling, frantic at the thought of not feeling Taehyun between his arms but they eventually need some air.

"I love you. I love you so much it hurts." Beomgyu confessed in between his sobs.

"Shh, I love you too. I'm here. I'm never going anywhere, 'kay? I'm here, love." He replies when he notices how hard Beomgyu clutches on his shirt that if he adds another force it'll tear apart.

"Tae, I-I don't know what to do without you." Maybe in this lifetime Taehyun fell in love first but Beomgyu, fell harder like how Terry had fallen too.