beomjun | yeongyu

bumjoons. you are beomgyu

It's mid-December, New Year's, holidays, and vacation are approaching. Heavy snowfall can be seen outside the window, and the sky is almost black, lending a certain mystique. Beomgyu is sitting in the music room during a guitar lesson; he's the only one studying with the teacher today; the others decided not to go because it's already late. Indeed, it's already late, 7:47 p.m.

Yeonjun is Beomgyu's best friend; they've been friends since childhood, and now they're teenagers. He was sitting in the school hallway, waiting for Beomgyu to finish class, and the latter didn't know it. So to speak, a little surprise. Class ended, Beomgyu puts his guitar away and heads for the exit. Beomgyu walks out, yawning, covering his mouth with his hand, completely oblivious to Yeonjun. Meanwhile, Yeonjun has gotten up from the bench and approached Beomgyu, taking his bag with today's textbooks from his hands. Beomgyu snapped back to reality, noticing Yeonjun and staring at him with surprised eyes.

"Come on, just don't fall asleep. I won't carry you home." He chuckled, pushing the homeless man forward a little so he'd finally start walking. Beomgyu smiled, still looking tired, but the sincerity of his smile was evident. They made their way to the wardrobe, where they changed their shoes and put on their jackets. But Beomgyu, apparently again due to his rush in the morning, overslept, forgot his hat. Yeonjun noticed he didn't have a hat, so he took his scarf and tied it around his head.

“It suits you, just don’t forget your hat,” Yeonjun laughed again, but his laugh was pleasant to the ear, which made Beomgyu laugh himself.

“I’ll definitely wear it next time, but anyway... let’s go home already, I’m tired,” Jun knew that all his promises about the hat were empty words, he wouldn’t wear it. Nodding, they walked out of the school, suddenly hit by a wind and snow in their faces, making it impossible to see anything because of the darkness, only the dim streetlights. Yeonjun, immediately realizing they couldn't get there on their own, took Beomgyu by the hand and pulled him toward their building. Coincidence or not, they live in the same building, though on different floors. Yeon is on number 8, and Gyu is on number 5.

Halfway through the journey, Beomgyu's pace slowed, he was already falling asleep, and it was terribly cold. It would be easier to freeze to death than to walk home. Yeonjun walked slightly ahead, looking at the road to figure out where to go by the dim streetlights. He glanced back at Beomgyu, noticing the scarlet blood from his nose, which was already dripping onto the snow, sparkling under the streetlight. Yeonjun stopped instantly, coming closer, not understanding what was happening, but he was clearly afraid for Beomgyu.

"Are you okay?" Yeon hesitated, because Beomgyu didn't feel the blood from his nose, and he had his eyes closed. "Can you hear me? Beom, don't scare me..." Yeonjun was about to give him a gentle nudge, hoping his touch would make him look at him. But Beomgyu had opened his eyes slightly and wanted to close them again because of the snow. He looked at his face, not understanding why he was suddenly frightened.

• What? I hear you, you're not deaf... - Gyu's voice was hoarse, apparently he also had a cold in his throat, since his neck was without a scarf.

"Your nose is bleeding, can't you feel it?" Yeonjun was relieved by his response, but became even more worried about his hoarse voice. Beomgyu, however, was noticeably surprised, not understanding what kind of blood it was. He felt nothing at all.

bumjoons. you are beomgyu

It's mid-December, New Year's, holidays, and vacation are approaching. Heavy snowfall can be seen outside the window, and the sky is almost black, lending a certain mystique. Beomgyu is sitting in the music room during a guitar lesson; he's the only one studying with the teacher today; the others decided not to go because it's already late. Indeed, it's already late, 7:47 p.m.

Yeonjun is Beomgyu's best friend; they've been friends since childhood, and now they're teenagers. He was sitting in the school hallway, waiting for Beomgyu to finish class, and the latter didn't know it. So to speak, a little surprise.