[yeongyu au]: in which beomgyu thinks love and hate are the same things/words.
"date me, break me and tell me how you hate me."
"i fucking hate you."
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beomgyu had experienced an enjoyable sunday. younha had already left as she had to fly out to her overseas internship. after walking around the mall for a bit yubin and yuri left to their campus, leaving beomgyu and yeonjun behind.
they decided to mess around in the arcade for the afternoon. of course beomgyu had to accidentally hurt yeonjun in some kind of way. but besides that they had a lot of fun.
now beomgyu is dragging his feet across the pavement, making his pace way too slow. he tried to delay their walk to his house as long as possible.
he knows his parent are livid with him running away. the thought of confrontation in front of yeonjun makes him want to throw up.
"common beomgyu. do i have to drag you with me or something." yeonjun looks behind him.
"drag me to hell? no thank you." beomgyu shakes his head wildly.
"it'll be fine. i'll be right behind you." yeonjun grabs beomgyu's arm, forcing him to pick up his pace.
soon they arrive at beomgyu's house and stand in front of the door. yeonjun rings the doorbell as he knows beomgyu won't do it himself.
after hearing some loud footsteps and some yelling, a distressed woman opens the door. "what?"
yeonjun blinks twice not expecting a rude greeting. he assumes that she hasn't acknowledged her child yet.
"don't be so fucking rude mother." beomgyu scoffs crossing his arms.
"beomgyu!" tears from relief and anger fill her sleepy eyes as she acknowledges her son. she engulfes him into a quick one sided hug and beckons them inside.
"beomgyu is back." she pushes them into the living room after they took off their shoes.
they take a seat on the couch and beomgyu's mother stands in front of the television, waiting for her 'husband'.
his father storms in ready to yell, but as soon as he sees yeonjun he withholds it and just smiles. "beomgyu we were so worried. don't run away like that."
beomgyu rolls his eyes as he sees right through his fathers facade. "then don't be a dick. really, it's not that hard."
his father grits his teeth at the rudeness his son brings him. "i'm sorry for lashing out, okay? let's talk about this later."
before beomgyu can make another sarcastic remark his mother tries changing the subject. "where even were you? taehyun didn't know it either and we didn't know you had any more friends." she glances at yeonjun.
"well maybe try asking that sometime at dinner.. oh wait, no one is home at dinner." beomgyu fakes pout.
"ah silly gyu," she waves beomgyu off and moves on to yeonjun. "what's your name darling?"
