TW:relaspe

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Beomgyu sat in the dimly lit corner of his room, his legs pulled to his chest. The pain in his chest had become unbearable once again, and in his desperation, he'd reached for the familiar, cold edge of the blade. The weight of everything—the pressure to be perfect, the weight of his feelings for Yeonjun, the insecurities that never seemed to leave—was overwhelming.

With trembling hands, he pressed the blade into his skin. The familiar sting was almost comforting, like an old friend who could temporarily silence the chaos in his mind. He didn't hear the door open, didn't even notice the sound of footsteps approaching until it was too late.

"Beomgyu!" Yeonjun's voice broke through his haze, full of shock and concern.

Beomgyu froze, the blade still pressed against his wrist, but his hand shaking. His heart pounded in his chest as he slowly turned toward Yeonjun.

"Yeonjun, I—" Beomgyu's voice cracked, unable to form the words he wanted to say. His face flushed with shame as he quickly dropped the blade, but the damage had already been done.

Yeonjun didn't say anything at first. He stepped forward carefully, his eyes scanning Beomgyu's face, the pain written all over it. Then, without a word, Yeonjun knelt in front of Beomgyu, gently taking his trembling hands in his own.

"You don't have to do this," Yeonjun whispered, his voice surprisingly soft, vulnerable. "You don't have to carry all of this alone."

Beomgyu's breath hitched, and for a moment, he felt the overwhelming urge to push Yeonjun away. To tell him he didn't understand, that he didn't have to care. But the warmth of Yeonjun's touch—the sincerity in his eyes—made him falter.

"Why?" Beomgyu finally choked out, his voice barely a whisper. "Why do you care so much? You're just... stuck with me. You don't owe me anything."

Yeonjun's grip tightened slightly, and his gaze softened with something Beomgyu couldn't quite decipher. "I care because you matter. You always have. It's never been about obligation for me, Gyu."

Beomgyu's chest ached, the weight of his emotions crashing over him in waves. He wanted to break free from it all—to tell Yeonjun he didn't deserve any of this, that he wasn't worth the effort. But the way Yeonjun held him, so steady and patient, made him want to believe in something different.

"I'm sorry," Beomgyu whispered, his voice barely audible as tears welled up in his eyes. "I don't know how to stop."

Yeonjun's expression softened, and he gently cupped Beomgyu's face, wiping away the stray tears that fell. "You don't have to stop alone. I'm here, Gyu. We'll get through this together."

Beomgyu looked into Yeonjun's eyes, feeling the raw sincerity in his words. For the first time in a long while, he let himself believe that maybe—just maybe—he could let someone in.

Yeonjun pulled Beomgyu into his arms, holding him tightly. "It's okay," he whispered. "You're not alone anymore."

Beomgyu clung to him, the weight of his emotions pouring out in silent sobs. The fear, the shame, the anger—it all melted away in the warmth of Yeonjun's embrace,He began to sob uncontrollably

Beomgyu's sobs were ragged and broken, each breath a reminder of how much pain he'd been holding inside for so long. He didn't care anymore. The walls he had spent so much time building up were crashing down, and Yeonjun was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.

Yeonjun didn't say anything, didn't try to push him to talk. He simply held Beomgyu close, one hand gently rubbing his back while the other rested against his hair, the quiet rhythm of his touch offering a steady, comforting presence.

The room was still, save for Beomgyu's tears and the soft sound of Yeonjun's breath, but in that silence, something shifted. For once, Beomgyu didn't feel like he had to hide. He didn't feel like he was weak for crying, for breaking down in front of Yeonjun. He just felt... safe.

Yeonjun's voice broke through the silence after a while, quiet and steady. "It's okay, Gyu. Just let it out. I'm here, alright?"

Beomgyu only nodded, his face buried in Yeonjun's chest, feeling the warmth of his body as he continued to cry. Every tear felt like a release—of all the pain, the self-loathing, and the confusion he had been carrying for so long.

Yeonjun's embrace never wavered. He didn't let go. He just stayed there, holding Beomgyu like he was the most precious thing in the world. His fingers gently traced circles on Beomgyu's back, offering silent reassurance that he wasn't going anywhere.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as Beomgyu cried. There were no expectations, no pressure, just the overwhelming comfort of Yeonjun's presence. In that moment, Beomgyu realized that he wasn't alone in this. For once, he wasn't facing everything by himself.

And when the tears finally slowed, when Beomgyu's sobs turned into quiet sniffles, Yeonjun whispered again, "I'm not going anywhere, Gyu. We'll get through this together."

Beomgyu slowly pulled away, his eyes red and puffy, but there was a small sense of relief in his gaze. He was still broken, still struggling, but something had shifted. Maybe he didn't have to be perfect. Maybe he could lean on Yeonjun for once.

And maybe, just maybe, he didn't have to push people away anymore.

Yeonjun smiled softly at him, his gaze full of understanding. "You're not alone, Gyu. I've got you."

Beomgyu nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, for not leaving me like people normally do, Thank you for doing and being my comfort even though mistreated you it was all my insecurities i poured on you."

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[A/N]::: soo this book finishes at 30 guys so 6 more chapters then a epilouge then a fast forward to the timeline of everyone else