NEFARIOUS - TAEGYU ??

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Beomgyu takes in every word that his dad says. He didn't know Taehyun had been severely abused. He feels pity towards the younger, but it didn't change the rage he has for the younger who basically took a part of his life away.

He wants him out as soon as possible.

"Alright. I'll only look after him. I won't befriend him." Beomgyu says before leaving the room, not giving a chance to hear his dad out.

"What a stubborn brat." His dad mumbles.

+×+

Taehyun was exploring the rest of the mansion that he was yet to see. Every time he bumps into one of the housekeepers, he bows and greets them. He even helped a few of them with their chores since Taehyun had nothing to do. He finds another staircase that leads down stairs. He looks around to see find nobody before he walks down the stairs, leading to a large metal door that uses a biometric door lock but for some reason, it was left slightly opened. Curiosity washes over the brown hair boy and he quietly slips in between the door gaps and finds a boy with blue hair, holding a gun in his hands, shooting the dummies at their targeted areas across the room.

Yeonjun, who notices an unusual presence, instantly points his pistol towards the entrance of the lair, only for Taehyun to flinch and immediately hide behind the door. Yeonjun puts his gun down and tilts his head in confusion.

"Did I leave the door open?" he asks.

Taehyun peeps from behind and nods. Yeonjun chuckles at the boy's adorableness. "You're not an intruder, are you? You're too cute to be one."

Taehyun rolls his eyes. "Glad to know someone thinks I'm cute. I'm not an intruder but I'm living here for a while. I was just exploring the mansion." Taehyun says.

Yeonjun's eyes light up. "Oh! You're the boy-"

"The male human trafficking victim that lost his memories. Sir Choi told me what happened and probs told a bunch of others, huh?" Taehyun cuts him off.

"It's a rare occurrence. But you really have no recollection of your memories?"

"Only my name and age. My senses seem to react more than I can recall anything though."

Yeonjun resumes his training, shooting the dummies and testing each firearm he has laid on the table top. Taehyun gazes over the guns and knives displayed, admiring how well kept they are, not even a single scratch.

"How are you finding it here so far?" Yeonjun asks while training.

"Everyone's nice but Beomgyu hasn't been welcoming."

"Really?" Yeonjun says, confused. "He's the one who saved you though?"

"Apparently. Because his dad told him to look over me, he's been executed from his duties or so. He hates me for that."

"Ahh, mind him for being so stubborn. That's Beomgyu alright, he's got his nose buried in his law books at day and his grip on guns at night. The Mafia means everything to him, since he's going to be the leader soon."

"He's constantly blaming me when I didn't ask to be taken care off."

"He'll come around... oh! I didn't even catch your name. The name's Yeonjun."

"Taehyun."

"Pretty name for a pretty boy. Do you shoot?" Yeonjun asks, showing off the gun in his grip.

A sudden wave of guilt hits Taehyun and his body erupts in goose bumps. Yeonjun notices the younger but Taehyun quickly regains composure and clears his throat. "No." his voice coming off shaky.

Yeonjun scratches the back of his head. "I'm sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?"

"It's just my senses reacting again. I'll just sit here and watch."

Yeonjun nods and continues his training. The two then hear footsteps rushing down the stairs and suddenly Beomgyu enters the lair, his hand running through his hair.

"Sorry I'm late-" Beomgyu turns to his side to find Taehyun sitting on one of the table tops in the lair, his feet hanging from the ground. "How did you get here?!" Beomgyu asks, raising his voice.

"I-"

"Cut him some slack." Yeonjun interferes, winking back at Taehyun. "He was walking around the mansion and he discovered the lair."

"You've only been here for a few days and you're already making this mansion your home? The audacity."

"Beomgyu, training!" Yeonjun calls out.

Beomgyu frowns at the younger before grabbing a gun from one of the drawers and joins Yeonjun. The two continue their training and Taehyun observes the two. His eyes land on Beomgyu as he takes in the image of the boy. He's slightly shorter than Yeonjun but he had great proportions that can't go unnoticed. Beomgyu's ash blonde hair remained dishevelled and his sharp eyes squint as they focus on the target across the room. His finger tenses at the trigger, and Taehyun observes the rise and fall of the latter's chest as he waits for the right time to pull the trigger. However, Beomgyu drops the gun down and shakes his head. He then shifts his eyes to Taehyun's direction.

"I can't stand this." Beomgyu says, in an almost inaudible whisper.

He walks over to Taehyun and grasps his tiny wrist, pulling him off the table top. He shoves the gun in the smaller's hands and Taehyun flinches at the sudden cold touch of the firearm against his palm, sending jolts of volts across his arm. He looks up and finds Beomgyu staring at him right in the eye. Their faces inches apart.

"Shoot." Beomgyu says.

"Your time's running up."

"...Shoot!"

Taehyun drops the gun, pulling his hand away from the latter's grip. His hands start trembling and he feels cold sweat trickle down his forehead. His eyes widen and he suddenly feels the rush of fear flowing in his veins, spreading throughout his body.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Beomgyu asks, coming off rather harshly.

"Beomgyu!" Yeonjun runs towards the two. "What the hell did you do?"

"I only asked him to shoot."

"5...4..."

"TAEHYUN!"

Taehyun's hearing them again. The nightmare occurring in his sleep every night that he wishes to eliminate. He hears the gun shot echo in his mind.

"I love you."

Taehyun slumps to the ground, landing on his knees. Both of his hands cover his ears. He pants, gasping for air, he feels like he's suffocating. He feels a strong grip on one of his arms and he looks up, tears in his eyes and locks eyes with Beomgyu before pushing him away and dashes out from the lair, running up the stairs back to his room.

Beomgyu lands on his bum, his arms supporting him and remains stoned. The last thing he expected to happen was to lock eyes with Taehyun. Taehyun's bright doe eyes turned dark and he had tears pricking the corners of his eyes, some already dripping down his cheeks. He looked confuse and clueless but Taehyun's eyes held all unknown explanation;

Fear.