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Yeonjun groaned internally as he helped Beomgyu stumble into their shared apartment. The younger man was practically draped over him, mumbling incoherently between bouts of laughter and hiccups.

"You're... too serious," Beomgyu slurred, poking Yeonjun's cheek with a wobbly finger. "Loosen up a little, mister mafia playboy."

Yeonjun rolled his eyes but couldn't help the small smile tugging at his lips. "You're impossible, you know that?"

Beomgyu let out a dramatic gasp, his eyes wide and teary. "You think I'm impossible? You hate me!"

"I don't hate you," Yeonjun said, guiding him to sit on the couch.

"You're lying," Beomgyu whined, crossing his arms like a petulant child. "You probably wish I wasn't your husband."

Yeonjun crouched in front of him, looking up into his flushed face. "You're drunk, Gyu. You don't even know what you're saying."

Beomgyu's lip quivered, and for a moment, Yeonjun thought he might actually start crying.

"You're so mean," Beomgyu murmured, pouting.

Yeonjun sighed and reached for Beomgyu's hand to steady him, but as he did, his eyes caught something he hadn't noticed before—thin, angry scars crisscrossing the pale skin of Beomgyu's wrist.

Time seemed to stop as Yeonjun stared at the marks, his chest tightening painfully.

"Beomgyu," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "What... what is this?"

Beomgyu followed Yeonjun's gaze, and for a moment, his drunken haze seemed to clear. He quickly pulled his hand back, hiding it in his lap. "Nothing. It's nothing."

But Yeonjun wasn't convinced. "Beomgyu, these—"

Before he could finish, Beomgyu leaned forward and pressed his lips against Yeonjun's, cutting off his words.

It wasn't a deep or calculated kiss—it was clumsy and impulsive, the kind of kiss that only a drunk and desperate person could give. Beomgyu's lips were soft, and Yeonjun's breath hitched at the unexpected intimacy.

When Beomgyu pulled back, his cheeks were flushed for reasons other than the alcohol. "I'm tired," he mumbled, looking anywhere but at Yeonjun. "Can we just... not talk about it right now?"

Yeonjun's heart ached at the vulnerability in Beomgyu's voice. He nodded slowly, helping him to his feet and guiding him to bed.

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Once Beomgyu was settled and fast asleep, Yeonjun stepped out onto the balcony, his phone clenched tightly in his hand.

He scrolled through his contacts until he found Soobin's name, then hesitated. Should I even ask? What if it's none of my business?

But the image of Beomgyu's scars flashed in his mind, and he pressed the call button.

The phone rang twice before Soobin picked up. "Yeonjun? Is everything okay?"

Yeonjun exhaled shakily. "I need to ask you something about Beomgyu."

There was a pause on the other end. "What about him?" Soobin asked cautiously.

"I saw... scars. On his wrists." Yeonjun's voice wavered. "Soobin, why would he—why would he do that to himself?"

Soobin sighed heavily, and Yeonjun could hear the sadness in his tone. "It's not something he talks about easily. He's been through a lot, Yeonjun. The mafia world—it's not kind to people like him. He's always felt like he had to carry the weight of everything alone."

Yeonjun clenched his jaw, his free hand curling into a fist. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"Because he didn't want you to know," Soobin said gently. "Beomgyu... he's scared of being seen as weak. He's been trying to hold himself together for so long, but sometimes, it just gets too much."

Yeonjun's chest ached as Soobin's words sank in. "What can I do?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

"Be there for him," Soobin said. "Show him that he doesn't have to carry everything on his own. And if he pushes you away, don't let him. He needs someone, even if he won't admit it."

Yeonjun nodded, even though Soobin couldn't see him. "Thank you, Soobin."

As Yeonjun ended the call and stepped back into the apartment, he glanced toward the bedroom where Beomgyu was sleeping.

I'll figure this out, he thought to himself. I'll figure you out, Beomgyu. And I'll make sure you never feel like you're alone again.

With a renewed determination, Yeonjun prepared himself for the challenges ahead. Because no matter what, he wasn't going to give up on Beomgyu—not now, not ever.

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