Next Door |•YEONGYU/BEOMJUN•|

~10~

"That was such an uncool move by him. I really didn't expect that he would act like that," Soobin said as he pressed a cotton ball dipped in antiseptic liquid on Beomgyu's wound. 
He hissed at the sting. "I knew he would do that when he found out, I just-" He let out a sigh. "I'm worried if I lost a million followers or even worse."




After a few seconds, he smiled, one filled with hurt.




"Now I got a broken heart as well as a broken guitar."
"Who in the world told you to break it? Now what will you do?" Soobin put a Band-Aid on Beomgyu's forehead.
"Damn, did he punch you or something? The blood won't stop flowing." He added, pointing at the bruise on the side of his lip.




Beomgyu nodded.




"I don't know what to do anymore. All that I ever dreamt of has crumbled. I'm scared to open my account. He just had to do it when I was live," his voice choked, and he covered his face with his hands.




Soobin knew Beomgyu didn't need advice right now. He just wanted someone to be there for him. To understand him. He patted Beomgyu's back, "You can take it out, Gyu. I'm here for you."




But the stubborn boy just shook his head, even though his eyes were glistening.












































































































































































Beomgyu wanted to stay the night at Soobin's house, no way near his father. But his parents didn't like the idea of their son staying over at someone else's home when he had one of his own. So here he was.




Beomgyu stared out the window, dull-eyed, the moonlight dancing over his body in the darkness. He had been holding back his tears ever since he came home. His father seemed to have told his mom about it. He was worried that his father and mom argued as she hid the whole situation from him.




"Beomgyu dear, come eat dinner," his mom gently opened the door and spoke. A beautiful soul contrasting with the storm going through his eyes. Seeing her made his eyes rest, thinking of her made his anxiety vanish. 
"I ate at Soobin's house," Beomgyu lied so confidently that his mom didn't believe him.
"What did you eat?" she asked. 
"Ramyeon with chicken strips and pork belly," he replied, not looking at her.
"Liar. I know my Gyu can't eat that much. But I understand if you don't want to eat. I made you a plate, it's on the kitchen table. Have it when you're hungry, hmm?" She looked at his pale son one last time with a worried glance and left, gently closing the door.




A single tear fell down his cheek.

Author's note:
I swear it gets longer, just trust me!!!