hate me | yeongyu

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the stranger huffs and let's go. "i didn't wanted to do anything with this slut anyways."

hearing the word 'slut' makes beomgyu want to vomit and break down. he's too scared to look behind him, to the person who saved him. so he just runs away.

beomgyu wonders if he's really a slut as he hears footsteps come closer. a hand stops him and turns him around.

"it's just me, beomgyu. are you okay? what are you doing out here?"

beomgyu's vision becomes more clear as the tears finally escape his eyes and roll down over his cheeks. he looks confused into yeonjun's eyes and finally lets go of the breath he didn't know he was holding.

yeonjun looks worried at beomgyu as he notices his tear stained cheeks that glistened in the street lights.

"let's get you home huh? you must be freezing." yeonjun puts an arm around beomgyu's freezing body.

beomgyu stops in place. "n-no. no. no!"

yeonjun thinks for a second as he sees beomgyu hyperventilating.

"hey hey hey. look at me beomgyu. look at me." yeonjun looks into his eyes and demonstrates him how to breathe slowly.

yeonjun isn't that fond of beomgyu, but decides to take him home with him as beomgyu is close to having a panic attack.

they walk slowly, cause beomgyu is still shaking on his legs. yeonjun hums a song while he tries to warm beomgyu up.

they arrive at his lively house as his sisters often come to visit in the weekends. the warmth embraces them as they enter yeonjun's house.

"yeonjun are you back from your walk? wanna watch a movie?" a voice is heard from the living room.

"no sorry, i'm with a friend." yeonjun replies as they make their way to his room.

beomgyu sits on yeonjun's bed staring with red eyes in front of him, while yeonjun searches in his closet for warm clothes for beomgyu.

yeonjun finds a gray sweatpants and a lilac hoodie. he hands it to beomgyu and without thinking beomgyu starts to undress himself.

yeonjun quickly turns around respecting his privacy. he can't help but wonder what's going on inside beomgyu's head.  he remembers beomgyu's bandages and decides to leave for new ones.

when he comes back he sees beomgyu lying under the blankets of his bed. yeonjun smiles as he approaches beomgyu.

yeonjun sits next to beomgyu and removes his hair out of his eyes. he questions his hatred for beomgyu once again.

beomgyu sits up. "sorry for not asking permission to lay down here."

"no it's okay. i thought you might want to change your bandages."

beomgyu nods and puts his arms out to yeonjun. as yeonjun removes the bandages he gasps lightly at the many cuts. he wonders if beomgyu's suicidal, but decides not to ask about such a sensitive subject.

"i didn't cut myself. don't worry, i'm not that desperate for death.. not yet at least." it's as if beomgyu could read his mind.