NO-ONE ~YEONGYU FF

ONLY YOU ARE MY TRUTH

Ch-4
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It was a Saturday afternoon, the kind of golden day where sunlight spilled lazily across the floorboards and the world outside felt alive with chatter and warmth. Beomgyu sat cross-legged on the rug, strumming his guitar softly, humming a tune under his breath. It was a melody he had been working on for weeks, something tender, a little melancholic, the kind of song that belonged to him and no one else.

Yeonjun leaned against the doorway, arms folded, watching. There was a smile on his lips, but his eyes were sharp, intent, as if cataloging every movement, every expression.

"You never finish songs when I'm not around," Yeonjun said suddenly.

Beomgyu looked up, startled. "What?"

"You only play when it's just us. Like you're writing them for me." Yeonjun stepped closer, kneeling in front of him. His hand reached out, brushing over the strings until the sound died into silence. "Tell me I'm right."

Beomgyu gave a small laugh, trying to lighten the tension. "You're half right. I write them for myself too, you know."

But Yeonjun's expression didn't soften. His eyes darkened, searching Beomgyu's face for something, reassurance, loyalty, truth. "No," he said firmly, almost like a command. "Only me. I'm your truth, Beomgyu. No one else."

The words hung heavy between them.

Beomgyu set his guitar aside carefully, his chest tightening. He tried to smile, to keep the air light. "Of course you're my truth, Jun. But… music isn't about just one person. It's about feelings, stories-----"

"Don't," Yeonjun cut him off sharply, his voice low. His hand cupped Beomgyu's cheek, thumb brushing against his skin with a gentleness that contrasted the storm in his eyes. "Don't say that. I don't want you to give pieces of yourself to anyone else. Not in your songs, not in your thoughts. I need all of you."

For a moment, Beomgyu couldn't breathe. His throat worked around words he couldn't quite form. He loved Yeonjun, God, he loved him with a ferocity that scared him sometimes, but this? This insistence that love meant giving up every other part of himself?

He leaned back slightly, breaking Yeonjun's touch. "Jun, I can't be only yours. Not like that. I'm still… me. Don't you get that?"

Yeonjun's face flickered with something unreadable, hurt, frustration, maybe even fear. But then he forced a smile, pulling Beomgyu into his arms, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry," he murmured into his hair. "I just… I can't stand the thought of losing you. You're the only thing that makes sense to me. The only truth."

Beomgyu's hands hovered in the air before slowly wrapping around Yeonjun's back. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of the embrace sink in. It should have comforted him, should have reminded him of the safety he once felt in Yeonjun's arms.

But instead, he felt the faintest tremor of unease.

Because love wasn't supposed to feel like a cage. And yet, with every word, every touch, Yeonjun's love began to resemble chains made of silk, soft enough to confuse, strong enough to hold.

........

That evening, Beomgyu excused himself to call Taehyun, an old friend he hadn't spoken to in weeks. He missed the ease of their conversations, the way Taehyun's laughter reminded him of simpler times.

"Beomgyu!" Taehyun's voice burst through the phone, warm and familiar. "Where've you been hiding? It's like you vanished."

Beomgyu chuckled softly, guilt tugging at him. "Yeah… sorry about that. Things have just been… busy."

"Busy, huh?" Taehyun teased. "Or maybe just wrapped up in a certain someone?"

Beomgyu hesitated. His gaze flicked toward the closed bedroom door, behind which Yeonjun was showering. He lowered his voice. "Something like that."

"You sound… different," Taehyun said after a pause. "Everything okay?"

Beomgyu forced a smile he knew Taehyun couldn't see. "Yeah. Everything's fine."

But the truth echoed louder in his chest: everything wasn't fine.

When he ended the call, Yeonjun stepped into the room, towel draped over his shoulders, droplets of water tracing down his neck. His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly when he saw the phone in Beomgyu's hand.

"Who was that?" he asked casually, though his tone carried an edge.

"Taehyun," Beomgyu replied simply, slipping the phone into his pocket.

Yeonjun's jaw clenched, but he said nothing. Instead, he walked over, pressing a kiss to Beomgyu's forehead. "Next time, put it on speaker. I want to hear too."

Beomgyu's stomach twisted, but he only nodded.

......

That night, as Yeonjun held him close, whispering "You're mine, only mine," Beomgyu stared at the shadows dancing across the ceiling.

He loved Yeonjun. He did. But somewhere deep inside, a quiet voice whispered a truth he didn't want to face....

Love wasn't supposed to make you feel like you were disappearing.

And yet, piece by piece, he was....

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