Flashback |Yeongyu/Beomjun|

*Yeonjun's pov (First person)*

I sat beside Beomgyu on the bed, who was staring blankly at a wall as tears streaked his cheeks.

"I have to go. I'll be back later. You should be fine since my dad has no idea about this place." I said, grabbing his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. Beomgyu nodded blankly.

I got up and went to the door, locking it behind me.

"Where have you been?" Min-su asked me as I walked through the door.

"No time for questions. Where. the. fuck. is. dad?!" I demanded, stalking through the house and opening any and every door. Min-su followed me, looking slightly worried.

"He left a while ago. Said he would be back in a couple days."

"That fucking COWARD!" I shouted, slamming the door I had opened shut. Seo-jin and Han-wool peeked their heads out of their doors.

"Yeonjun? What's wrong?" Seo-jin asked.

I tore my hands through my hair, ignoring the question. "Does anyone know where he went?!"

Han-wool shrugged. "No idea. But I do know why you're so mad."

I spun on the spot to glare at him. "Is that so?"

Han-wool nodded, casually. "It's because dad found out about your secret relationship with that boy and then he killed someone who was close to him."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up. Secret relationship?" Min-su asked. But I stalked towards Han-wool, grabbed him by the collar, and slammed him against the wall.

"If you knew that he was planning to kill him, and didn't tell me... I will murder you with my bare hands and dump your body in the ocean." I said, my voice lowered threateningly. Han-wool knew I could and would make good on my word.

"I didn't." Han-wool said. "He told me before he left."

"So do you or do you not know WHERE THE HELL HE IS?!?!" I demanded, not letting him go.

"I don't." He insisted. "But give me some time and I can find out."

"Fine." I huffed and let go. "If you're lying, I will make good on my threat."

"That is if you don't commit a double suicide with that boy like our old relative did." Han-wool said with a shrug and walked away. Something stirred in my memory and I looked at Seo-jin and Min-su.

"What's he talking about?"

Seo-jin shrugged, but Min-su spoke up. "I know. A long time ago, when being gay was like a serious dishonor to families, Yeong-cheol, who he was talking about, dated another boy secretly. But then their parents found out and then they shot themselves in the head. They swore to meet each other in another life, though. But how did you not know? It's been passed down the family line for a long time."

I swallowed several times. Yeong-cheol... as in the boy from my dreams?

"Uhm, what was the other boys name?" I asked, carefully.

"Uhh, I think it was Chan-yeol. Why?"

I struggled for words for a couple seconds. "And what family line was he in?"

Min-su shrugged. "I don't know. But I can find out. Come on."

He led me and Seo-jin to his room, carefully shutting the door behind himself. Then he sat at his desk and went onto his computer. 

I tapped my fingers against the desk impatiently after several minutes. "Well-"

"Here we go. Look." Min-su tilted the screen so me and Seo-jin could get a better look. I sucked in a breath.

*Beomgyu's pov (First person)*

I was vaguely aware of the sound of a door opening, but I made no move to look and see who it was. Turns out I didn't really need to when Yeonjun sat beside me.

"Beomgyu...?" Yeonjun said, carefully. I glanced at him to show him I was listening. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped. Carefully, he moved some of my hair away from my forehead.

"Is that a birthmark?" He asked, slowly. It took several seconds for his words to have an impact but I slowly nodded. I had finally realized he meant the one on the side of my forehead.

"That's weird... I... have one just like it." Yeonjun mumbled. But then he shook his head.

"But, I think... the best way to protect you, is to... leave you. I know you told me not to blow my chance, but he'll take everyone away from you."

I turned my head and stared at him blankly. I was so overwhelmed with pain already, that any other emotion was numb. His words had no impact to hurt me anymore. I wanted to say so many things but... it just seemed like too much. I have so much pain, what's a little more?

"You can stay here, but..." Yeonjun sighed. "I won't be coming around."

"Okay..." I managed to say, before turning back to look at the wall. Yeonjun smiled sadly and kissed my forehead, before leaving me again.

I took his dad's note out of my pocket, the words replaying in my head.

I know. Tread lightly, now

Tears overwhelmed me again and I clenched the note in my fist. My mind couldn't help replaying every single detail, of every single happy memory with Soobin. But, it made me hurt even more. We would never get to make new ones. I wouldn't be able to go to him when I most needed someone. We wouldn't be friends forever anymore. We wouldn't face any obstacle in life together, anymore.

I wouldn't... have my best friend anymore. And it was all too much to take. Part of me couldn't cope with the fact he's dead, thinking it has to be some mistake or a dream. Or anything. But deep down I knew that he was gone forever.

And now I lost Yeonjun. 

But... what if I hadn't talked to Yeonjun? Or... what if I had stayed with Soobin? He would still be alive. It's my fault. It's all my fault that he's dead.

I could have prevented it... could have changed it...

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I failed you, Soobin." I whispered. 

(I'm not getting all teary eyed, you are. 😭😭  I'm just going to go rethink my whole life, now...

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