yeonjun' yeongyu

The day before, Yeonjun and Beomgyu had a huge fight, so intense that it had never happened before. The last thing Yeonjun saw before he slammed the door were Beomgyu's eyes, glassy and bottomless. Beomgyu said something rude to him.

"And go to hell! Get lost!"

*And the younger saw Yeonjun respond rudely and slam the door. The elder left for work. Five hours passed. The sky was crying. While at work, Yeonjun was nervous and cold, still angry at Beomgyu. A bone-chilling autumn rain covered the area in fog. Yeonjun reluctantly walked home, although deep down he missed him. Every drop trickling down his collar seemed like a harbinger of something inevitable, terrible, and scary. He had almost reached home. And what was Beomgyu doing? He was angry. He was angry and crying all the time, smashing everything that came to hand. The front door clicked.