Fighting Bleeding Losing | Yeongyu / Beomjun

Beomgyu

"Class dismissed." The old lady said, making the whole crowd sigh.

"It was so fucking boring!" Beomgyu exclaimed, storing his stuffs into his bag as Soobin was waiting for him. "Right?" The older hummed.

When Beomgyu finally packed his belongings, the two of them walked to their next class - the worst if you'd asked Soobin- physical education.

It was an obligatory class. The college wanted his students to be in shape. But to Soobin and Beomgyu, it was the literal hell.

Especially the part when they have to change in front of all the other guys.

But the two boys weren't complete idiots. They put on their sports outfit beforehand, so they didn't have to endure the pain that changing in front of all the homophobic fucker was.

What they didn't calculate was the end of the sport class.

Even with the cold winter air, their bodies were sweaty, and they had no other choice but to change with the other.

"It'll be okay." Beomgyu whispered, walking into the smelly kind of dressing room. The boy's weren't even paying attention to them. They were too focused on changing their clothes to notice them. Honestly, their little brain couldn't allow them to do two things at the same time.

Soobin fastly took his shirt off to change into a more comfortable and dry one but refused to remove his pants. Saying something along the line, "I prefer die than be butt-naked in front of them." Which totally made sense.

But Beomgyu couldn't do the same. His pants were uncomfortably sticking his skin, so he found himself in underwear in the middle of the dressing room.

He told himself, "Nothing happened to Soobin. Why would something happen to me ?" Full of confidence.

Again, as always, he was wrong.

"Fag wants us to watch him strip." An annoying boy chuckled. Beomgyu directly understood he was talking about him.

The young boy felt his friend tense up beside him, but for the first time, he didn't lose his composure.

He was mad, angry at the whole word, upset at his parents, Yeonjun, his so-called friends, those stupid boys, he was enraged.

Yeonjun really changed him.

"Shut up asshole." Beomgyu retorted angrily, trying to find the clean shirt he packed this morning.

"Oh, you're probably looking for this?" Another boy said, holding a dark blue shirt in his dirty hands.

"Give me back my shirt bastard!" Beomgyu yelled while Soobin tried to calm him down. "Beomgyu, you're gonna get into troubles." Soobin reasoned Beomgyu quietly, but the younger didn't listen at all.

"Come get it." The boy who had the shirt smirked, holding the shirt tightly.

Beomgyu didn't waste a single second and fastly walked until he was in front of the boy. All eyes were on him now, but he didn't give a single fuck, he wanted his shirt back.

He won't ever tell his friends, but this shirt was Yeonjun's. His last memory of Yeonjun.

While he tried to grab the shirt, he felt a harsh pain in his stomach. Someone had punched him. Hard. So hard that he fell on the floor.

He didn't notice how the boys had circled him before he fell. 'Don't be a pussy Beomgyu, you're not that weak.' He thought.

Then, Soobin's loud gasp was heard. "Let him !" He weakly said, making one of the guys laugh. "Go away fag or you'll end up like him."