Another school day arrived, and for Kai, that meant another chance to spend time with Beomgyu, catch glimpses of Sir Soobin, and—if the stars aligned—absorb some class knowledge, though only if the topic caught his interest. He wasn’t exactly the studious type, after all.
Things were going... decent, at least. Except for one glaring issue: Beomgyu had been completely silent since the morning. The moment he arrived, he looked like a ghost of himself—absent, withdrawn, and visibly distressed. During Math class, he didn’t even pretend to pay attention to Mrs. Yang. His gaze was fixed somewhere far off, eyes glazed, body unmoving. It was unsettling.
Now, by their lockers between periods, Kai had had enough of the quiet.
“Hey,” Kai started, closing his locker and facing Beomgyu directly. “Look, I know something’s bothering you. You've been so quiet for hours. I just want to know if everything’s okay. You can talk to me, you know? I hate seeing you carry all this weight by yourself.”
He hesitated before adding, “And I was kind of upset you didn’t text me back yesterday…”
Beomgyu sighed, slamming his locker shut. His eyes finally met Kai’s, and the sadness there was unmistakable. The corners glistened with unshed tears.
“I... I’m sorry, Kai,” he said softly. “I’m just not feeling okay.”
Before Beomgyu could say another word, Kai gently pulled him into a hug. He rubbed his back in slow, comforting circles, sensing the deep heaviness inside his friend. And the moment he tightened his hold, Beomgyu broke. His shoulders trembled as quiet sobs escaped him.
“Shhh... I don’t know what you’re going through, but I’m here,” Kai whispered. “I’ll be your healer when you're down, and I’ll try to make you happy when you're sad. So tell me, what’s wrong? Is it your parents?”
Beomgyu clung to him, voice shaking.
“I-I just can’t take it anymore. They make me feel worthless. Like I don’t deserve to be happy.”
Kai’s heart shattered. What kind of parents did that to their own child?
He pulled back slightly, placing both hands on Beomgyu’s cheeks.
“Beomgyu,” he said gently, “I know we haven’t known each other long, but I need you to hear this: You deserve to live your life the way you want. Your choices determine your future, your happiness. Have you tried talking to them about how you feel? Maybe they’d understand.”
“And if you’re scared… that’s okay. But one day, you’ll need to stand up for yourself. This is your life—not theirs.”
Beomgyu looked at him, eyes still glassy, as if weighing those words.
Before either could speak again, a presence stepped beside them. Sir Yeonjun had arrived—his expression unreadable, but his concern was evident.
“Beomgyu?” he said softly.
Beomgyu immediately composed himself, quickly wiping his face and bowing slightly.
“H-Hello, sir.”
There was a strange silence between them—a stare that seemed to stretch time. Kai noticed it, brows furrowing. What was that?
He cleared his throat, snapping both of them out of the moment.
“I, uh… Beomgyu, I was hoping to speak with you. After class. Are you free?”
Beomgyu blinked in confusion. “I-I think so. Is there a problem, Sir?”
“No problem. I just need to talk to you about something. I’ll see you later, okay?”
Sir Yeonjun offered a small, caring smile before walking off. Once he was gone, Kai turned to Beomgyu with suspicion.
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Only You (YeonGyu)
Fanfiction(completed) In a world that feels cold and unforgiving, a quiet student carries the weight of sadness and pain, navigating life with numb footsteps and a heart too used to disappointment. That is, until he meets him-his teacher. Charismatic, warm, a...
