I'M HERE ;; yeongyu ?

Beomgyu thought for a moment, then it hit him.

Hard.

His eyes bulged widely as he remembered the little comforting moments they shared within those years after he had met the older.

"O-oh, how could I f-forget my h-hyung." He said as he smiled, another drop of tear rolling down from his rosy pink cheeks. "I'm s-sorry, I just felt that d-death had finally came to me e-earlier. I-i didn't-"

Yeonjun cut him off. "Shh, its okay, I understand. And your not dead right now, are you? 'Cause if you are, I would have cried my heart out already" he smiled encouragingly.

Beomgyu nodded and smiled as well. He was really thankful for his hyung, no matter how tough the situation is, he always finds a way to let the younger smile, and let him feel as if he is always there for him. Then again, he always is, isn't he?

Beomgyu was positive that Yeonjun was created because of his desperate measures to fulfill his loneliness, but sometimes, in between those moments with him, it just feels so real. That he really is there, that evey word he says affects him so greatly as any real person would.

Not that anybody ever wants to comfort him anyways.

But heck, he didn't even know how it started. All he remembers is that his whole body was aching so damn much that night after his dad had occured to him that it would be fun to plug in wires to the small boy's body and send in electrical shocks to his whole being.

"What, I just wanna have some fun with my dear Beomgyu, its his eighth birthday after all, isn't that right son?" His dad said sarcastically, as his eyebrows twitched in that problematically large head of his.

Then Yeonjun suddenly showed up, panting. His hair and clothes covered in bits of leaves and twigs. He asked why the little boy was crying, and comforted him so lovingly.

From that time on, the older showed up whenever his parents were beating him, and in the times he was feeling lonely and hurting.

Beomgyu had once shouted at his parents that his hyung was always there with him, and that no matter how much they hurt him, his hyung will be there to heal him. His parents just laughed at what he said of course, they knew no one ever goes near beomgyu, he isn't even allowed to go outside.

Him? Having friends? Impossible! They're out of their minds if they even tried going near this filthy git! His parents had thought.

Despite knowing what his best friend really is, or so he thought, he just coped with this.

Mainly because, he's the only one he's got. Don't get him wrong, he sincerely loves the older.

"Gyu, how about we go to the hospital? Hmm? It wouldn't hurt to let them check yo-"

Beomgyu cut him off, worry escalating his face, "b-but hyung, I told y-you i-i'm fine."

"I meant your whole body, not just your burns. You've been severely tortured your whole life, you reckon that wouldn't make a change in your health?" Yeonjun replied, obviously concerned for the younger.

Beomgyu didn't reply, he just nodded and let Yeonjun support him between his arms, considering the hospital wing was just a few walks away.

But his mind can't stay calm, he felt fear crowding his soul, his heart a thumping mayham as he feared his parents might know he was still alive, even though he was suppose to be in his...death bed.

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