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The rest of our night was filled with fireworks, laughter, some snacking, and just genuine happiness.
And if you're wondering where we slept, we slept on the ground right beside the car. It obviously wasn't the most comfortable spot, but it didn't matter as long as we were together.
*Yeonjun's POV*
*the next day*
"Ahhh... shit..." I groaned. "Where... where am I?"
I sat up straight, opened my eyes wide and looked around to find myself in a hospital.
"Wha—" I began again.
"—Awww, I'm so glad you're okayyyy. Hi baby!" Said a female voice.
"Somi get the fuck ou—" I hissed as I scrambled for my phone.
"Here." The doctor grabbed it off the stand near the door and handed it over to me. "I'm assuming you're looking for this."
(My screensaver was a photo of Beomgyu and I, so it was easy to tell the phone was mine and not... Jongho's.)
"Thank you so much Dr... Si-Hyuk." I said, pausing in between to read his name tag.
(Authors note: Si-Hyuk, as in Bang Si-Hyuk... as in Bang PD)
"—don't worry Mr. Choi, all the payments and treatments have been covered, and you're lucky we didn't need to amputate your leg during surgery. Be grateful that this wonderful woman found you just in time!" Dr. Si-Hyuk chuckled. "You lost a lot of blood, but the cut was clean. No skin around it was pulled or ripped or anything."
"Thanks." I said.
"And for me?"
"Thank you Somi." I said again, reluctantly this time.
"Well that's no way to thank someone who just saved your life, now is it?" He said. "Be nice."
"It's okay, he just seems a bit out of it, it's understandable." Commented Somi.
"Could I have about 10-15 minutes please? Alone? I need to make a call."
"No problem." Dr. Si-Hyuk said, guiding Somi out of the room with him.
My phone was in picture perfect condition, as it stayed deep in my pocket the entire time during the fight.
Beomgyu.
I need to call him.
*ring ring ring*
Beomgyu: Yeonjun?!
Me: Beomgyu!
Beomgyu: Oh thank god you're okay! You're okay, right?
Me: (my voice beginning to crack) Beomgyu... Beom—
Beomgyu: Yeonjun don't cry... why are you crying?
Me (my voice growing weaker and more unstable): I love you so much, okay? I love you a whole lot... Beomms...
Beomgyu (his voice beginning to crack as well): You're making me cry Yeonjun, what's wrong?
Me: Are you okay? Is everything okay?
Beomgyu: You're worrying me! Yeonjun! Are you okay?!
Me: WHAT AM I GONNA DO?
I began full on sobbing over the phone, and I heard his softer cries on the other end.
Me: Beomgyu! PLEASE! PLEASE tell me you won't leave me no matter what! Promise?
I wailed.
Beomgyu: W-what did you do Yeonjun... what happened...
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Fanfiction🔞 Dis one for the horny MOAs out there‼️Beomgyu and Yeonjun were childhood best friends before their maturity drew them apart. They've secretly had a liking for each other over the years, and they've finally decided to test things out. ...aaaand th...
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