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July 12th, 2:28 am. (???)
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Cold.
He moves on autopilot, fists clenched and jaw set. He wasn’t going to. He really, really wasn’t. Shivering, he doesn’t even bother to look around before slamming the guy into the wall beside them.
He really wasn’t going to. But even as his fists connected, he couldn’t find it in him to stop. Somewhere in the back of his mind, something tells him to get out of sight. He drags the struggling man behind a pawn shop, throwing him against the brick building wall.
A sickening crack resounded throughout the narrow backway of the shop. He stomps on the man’s ribs, barely registering the sudden laugh coming from somewhere. Grabbing the man by his hair, he bashed his head into the back wall, spelling out a name with each slam.
“B.”
The man let out a sharp gasp, his hands desperately scrambling to push him off.
“E.”
His sobs grew louder, making him grow half a mind to use his other hand to silence him.
“O.”
The man tried to bite his hand, causing him to punch him in the teeth, eliciting a strangled sob from the victim. He shook his hand and grabbed for a medium-sized rock on the ground, next to many others. He shoved it into his mouth.
“M.”
He registered the laughter again, vaguely realizing the sound was coming from him. The man’s eyes rolled back, his sobs muffled by the unwanted obtrusion in his mouth.
“G.”
The man’s breathing became more shallow, his eyes finding their way into the back of his head.
“Y?”
He let go, letting the man slump to the ground. He knelt beside him, clicking his tongue in disapproval. He stands back up, sighing—they’re no fun when they die quickly.
“U.”
A crunch echoes through the backway; he lets out a small sound of disdain at his sticky shoe. He shakes it off, pulling his hood over his head and walking out. My baby wouldn’t be happy if he knew; thank god he doesn’t.
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July 12th 3:54 am (Huening's apartment.)
Cold.
He steps into the shower with a languid sigh, groaning as the hot water melts away his sins eagerly.
“Fuck yeah…” He grabs the soap, watching as it bubbles on his loofah, and scrubs his skin. He starts slowly, moving in controlled circles.
drip. drip. drip.
“Fuck.”
His breathing becomes heavier as he notices the blood on his knuckles and adorning his palms. He scrubs harder as tears spill out of his eyes, his skin becoming raw and red as he scrubs with more fervor.
“I’m Kai.” With each scrub, he reaffirms, droning on until the water starts to burn right through his skin.
“I am Kai.” He shakes, turning off the water with blurry eyes and shaky hands. Towel, he needs the towel. Plush, white, and soft. It grounds him, his breathing becoming less panicked. He pads into his bedroom, putting on underwear and lying in bed, not bothering to pull the comforter up.
He dials a number he knows by heart, probably till the day he dies. It picks up on the third ring, a tired-sounding boy on the other line.
“Kai?”
“I’m Kai.”
There's some rustling on the other line before his next response.
“Yes, you’re Kai, honey.” He sounds more alert, probably already having a good idea of what happened. But he would never really know. He takes in a deep breath, feeling fresh tears stream down the side of his face due to his vertical position.
“I’m Kai. Hyung, I’m Kai.” a confused noise from the other line, more rustling.
“Yes, baby, you are Kai. Not him.” He nods even though he can’t see him, his vision completely clouded by tears.
“I’ll be there in 5.” Kai would usually scold him for coming out so late to see him, but the heavy feeling in his chest didn’t allow him to utter anything other than—
“Thank you.”
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The front door opens and closes quietly; he registers faintly that only one person has keys to his apartment. He doesn’t turn, just tries not to sob harder as he hears shuffling come toward the bedroom.
The door cracks open, immediately shutting behind him. A dip in the bed, then he’s in front of him.
“Beomgyu hyung.” Beomgyu wastes no time in cradling his head to his chest and wrapping his legs around his waist for maximum closeness, knowing the younger one likes the proximity.
“What happened? You can tell, hyung.” He speaks so softly Kai almost didn’t hear him over his own sobs. He chokes back another one to raise his head slightly to make eye contact.
“He was stronger this time. It was… It was like I couldn't come back, hyung. Like I couldn't be Kai.” Beomgyu shakes his head, planting a soft kiss on his temple. His legs wrap around Kai's waist tighter, unintentionally, but Kai really didn’t mind.
“No.” Kai blinks, sniffling and pulling away a little further so he can see Beomgyu’s face fully. He fought back a fond smile at the angry pout on his hyung’s face, the expression definitely a stubborn one.
“No…?”
Beomgyu nods; obviously he’s absolutely sure of whatever he’s saying ‘no’ to.
He just shakes his head softly along with his hyung, wiping his tears quickly with the back of his hand before wrapping his arms around Beomgyu.
“Ok, hyung.”
Few days earlier.
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July 9th, 12:34 pm (Burger King)
Beomgyu leans against the drive thru window with a sigh, ignoring his co-worker freestyling about their new menu to the poor, poor customer who decided to say yes, they did want to hear it. He sighed louder as the customer drove off, closing the window with a dramatic grunt.
“Hm… Hm….” he huffed louder and louder, pouting extra cute and leaning against the wall with a dramatic flourish, his co-worker who was doing his due diligence in ignoring him, caved.
“Beomgyu.”
“Yeonjunnie.” he whined, falling dramatically to his knees and clinging onto his leg.
“There’s like 50 different diseases and sauces on this floor, get up whore.” he gets up with another dramatic sigh, wrapping his arms around yeonjun’s shoulders.
“I haven’t had sex in like… forever.” The older boy snorts, his hands immediately wrapping around beomgyu’s waist.
“Why don’t you fuck your stalker? He’s always here, I'm sure he’d accept eagerly.” beomgyu scoffs, ignoring the look that the shift manager was shooting them. No one is at the drive-thru, get over it.
“I’ve explained this to you. He has DID and he’s annoying. Not my baby kai but-” yeonjun stops him short, shutting him up with a soft peck on the lips.
“Kamal, right. Beomgyu, you do realize you are running from probably the best sex you’ll ever have in your life? I mean, he’s obsessed. I’d cream on the spot if I knew someone wanted me so bad they stalked me.”
Beomgyu stares at him, eye twitching in annoyance. “I know you would, slut. But I have standards, and he’s seriously like an irritating ex that never leaves me alone.”
The shift manager, a white lady in her 50’s rolls her eyes, muttering under her breath about ‘maggots’ or whatever. She turns around and they both stick their tongue out at her, making vulgar gestures as she stalks away.
Yeonjun turns back to beomgyu with a grin, shaking his head fondly. “If you don’t want him, tell him to hit me up, I turn tops into bottoms.” He pretends to not be bothered by that, ignoring the way his jaw involuntarily clenched.
“You ever been on the news? Today will be the day, don’t test me.” the orange haired boy shrugs again, pulling beomgyu closer to him, ignoring the gagging noises from their co-workers near the deep fryers.
“Break time, Make out?” Beomgyu glares but nods regardless, nothing like kissing your work husband to fill the horny hole in your heart. He breaks away, relieving someone from the register, straightening up his hat and nametag.
“Hi, how can I help you today?” Plastering his customer service smile on, it only slightly falters when the guy doesn’t answer. He looked slightly older, maybe late 30’s. And he was staring at beomgyu like he was on the menu.
“Sir, what can I get for you today? Our whopper actually comes buy one, get one free! Can I interest you in anything of the sort?” His tone is still cheery but clipped, he seriously doesn’t have time for this.
“Can I get uh… B-E-O-M-G-Y-U?” the man smirks, leaning close on the counter to Beomgyu, who had a look of absolute disgust on his face.
He musters up the best laugh he can, though the blatant puzzlement on his face shone right through. He instinctively adjusts his name tag, wishing he could snatch it off.
“Great one! But unfortunately I'm not on the menu, what else could I get you?” the man shrugs, that smirk still on his face.
“I don’t suppose your number is the appetizer?” beomgyu shakes his head firmly, unable to control his mouth anymore.
“No but I do know this one guy who’s accepting hook ups at any time, 1-1-2, he lives in the building that says ‘Police Precinct’ I'm sure you’ll find he takes walk-ins at ANY time.” Beomgyu nods at the customer behind him, obviously done with the conversation.
“Damn babe, thought we were having a little fun.” the guy makes no move to leave, beomgyu sighs, giving an apologetic look to the customer behind him.
“Sir, order something or leave. Please.” the man shrugs once more, sliding a 100 dollar bill across the counter with something scrawled on the side, must be his number. Beomgyu huffs, taking the 100 and stuffing it into the register.
“Let me get a Chicken King BLT Set, extra bacon and some special sauce on the side, if you know what i mean.”
Beomgyu nods, punching it in and handing him his receipt. “No change?” the man grins, obviously thinking this is some big joke.
“Compensation fee.” he waves him away, smiling at the next customer to order.
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July 9th, 3:11 pm. (Burger King Break room.)
Beomgyu’s back was up against the door to the breakroom, his arms wrapped around Yeonjun’s neck and his hands tangled in his hair. His feelings for Yeonjun were purely platonic but god kissing him felt so good.
Yeonjun bit at his lower lip, eliciting a gasp from Beomgyu that parted his lips enough for Yeonjun to slip his tongue into his mouth. Beomgyu lets out a deep hum that he can feel vibrate through both of them. Yeonjun tightens his hold on Beomgyu bringing him even closer as his kisses trail from his lips down to his jaw. Beomgyu sighs trying to harness the strength to push Yeonjun away but then Yeonjun finds that place on Beomgyu’s neck that makes him weak in the knees.
“Fuck, Jun wait--” Beomgyu breathes out, barely pushing at Yeonjun’s shoulders. Kissing him always makes his body go weak and tingly. Yeonjun hums distractedly against his skin and Beomgyu can feel the way the sound seeps into his skin and follows his blood stream all the way down to his cock. They need to stop. “Jjunie, please.”
In Yeonjun’s defense that probably wasn’t the best choice of words, however it still startles Beomgyu when Yeonjun drops a hand from his waist to cup his growing bulge over his pants. Beomgyu makes a noise in the back of his throat and grasps Yeonjun’s wrist tightly. “Wait no no no--”
A loud bang on the door makes Beomgyu jolt up and Yeonjun scrambles back like a cat.
“AyE! Break tyme bean over fo’ minutes go’!”
‘Break time has been over since four minutes ago.’
The barely intelligible country accent of the shift manager cuts through the heat of their session. Still baffling how she even got to korea with those big hamhock ankles.
“One second!” beomgyu takes in a shaky breath, straightening his pants and glaring at yeonjun. He mouths ‘look what you did!’. Yeonjun gets closer again, a wide flushed grin on his face. He presses his body against beomgyu’s so he can feel his half hard bulge as if to say ‘me too.’ Beomgyu groans lowly, pushing weakly at Yeonjun's chest.
“Yeonjun. We have three more hours.” The taller one tilts his head, leaning real close to beomgyu’s face.
“Are you finally gonna let me hit?” Beomgyu pinches his shoulder, eliciting a yelp from the boy in front of him. He sighs and bites his lip in a quick thought, he did need some sort of release and his last situationship ghosted him.
“After work. And I swear this is only one time, you’re too excited about this." Yeonjun grins like he just struck gold, shrugging.
“Works for me. Just tell your little stalker not to kill me.” Beomgyu rolls his eyes, grabbing an apron from the back shelf and tossing one to Yeonjun. He sighs, loosely tying the apron around his waist so the imprint of his issue wasn’t visible.
“He doesn’t kill people. He’s so harmless he can barely stop himself from tripping over air. Both of them.” Yeonjun puts the apron on quickly, going to hold the door open for him. He mumbles something that beomgyu couldn’t quite catch but he pinched him again regardless.
They step out, facing their shift manager. Talk about instant boner killers.
She’s wrinkly all over, just a permanent expression of misery and grump. Her hair is sparse, bald in some areas and full patches in others, making her look like a disgruntled chia pet. She kept it in a hair clip like she actually had hair to clip. Everything about her was… Big. You could clean your teeth in the reflection of her forehead and fit two hot dogs in her nostrils. Her teeth were corroded to the max and every time she spoke it was like entering a pickled cigarette gas chamber. Body wise, she wasn’t anything near small. She waddled around the building, it was a wonder her tiny feet hadn’t given up on her. And to be frank, beomgyu didn’t really indulge in body shaming since he was always on the smaller side and he just wasn’t that kind of person.
However, this lady was beyond plus size. She genuinely took up the majority of the space she was in, which was a pro and con. Easy to outrun, harder to get around. Which is why they stopped dead in their tracks, they couldn’t get around her if she didn’t move.
“Do you need something Jackie?” She understood Korean, but refused to speak it, colonizer behavior. Her son moved here and she followed, she owned a burger king back in Tennessee and managed to snag this job due to her connections. But she was genuinely annoying and didn’t manage shit, she sat on her big fat ass all day (excuse my french.) and yelled at people to do the things she was supposed to do.
“Wot er ya’ doin’ een dere?” ‘what were yall doing in there.’ Fuckass hillbilly accent.
“Having raw gay sex on top of your belongings.” Yeonjun snorted, Beomgyu had deepened his satoori so she couldn’t understand. Her face twisted, curling into a meaner expression than the last. She scoffed, obviously angry she couldn’t understand.
“Speak. English.” She enunciated her words for the first time in forever, putting her giant hand on her even bigger hip. Yeonjun piped up this time, his English thoroughly better than Beomgyu’s.
“We were just chillin, darlin” he shrugs, mocking her accent toward the end. You could see the anger and suspicions boiling and simmering under her skin but she just huffed, which caused them to cringe, her bodily air was radioactive. Thankfully, she walked away allowing them a breath of fresh air.
“Obesity Kills.” the older chides under his breath as she walks away, walking back to the drive thru window.
“Not enough.” Beomgyu shakes his head, adjusting his headset.
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July 9th, 7:05 pm. (Beomgyu's Apartment, Post Fuck.)
Beomgyu yawned, adding the sauce packet to noodles and stirring it in. He absently itched the back of his thigh, glancing back to see Yeonjun sitting crossed legged on his couch with a lazy grin. He rolls his eyes, turning back to the pot and using chopsticks to stretch the noodles out.
As he sets the chopsticks down, he feels arms wrap around his waist and a chin slide onto his right shoulder. “Beoms, I’m hungry.” The younger boy feels his eye twitch, he gestures to the pot of boiling ramen right in front of him, turning his head slightly to glare at Yeonjun. He just snickers, planting a soft kiss on his neck.
“I know I know. You're cute when you’re irritated. Now I see why Mr Stalker likes to piss you off.” He scoffs, ducking from under his hold.
“You can put it in the bowls. My legs hurt.” Yeonjun pouts but it loses its effect because of the ever present twitching corners of his mouth. He mumbles something under his breath while grabbing two metal bowls and setting them down with an unnecessary flourish. Grabbing the pot by the handle, he pours the broth into the bowls first, adding more noodles to his bowl since Beomgyu is a small eater.
He slides the bowl with more broth and less noodles to Beomgyu who’s been leaning on the kitchen island watching him with an adorable pout. He rummages in the kitchen drawer and pulls out two pairs of chopsticks and two soup spoons. Plopping the spoon into Beomgyu’s bowl and handing him the chopsticks, He pulls a chair from his kitchen up to the island.
As Yeonjun sits down he blows a kiss at beomgyu before taking a loud slurp of his noodles. Beomgyu hikes himself up onto the island, swinging his legs as he grabs his own bowl and blows on it.
They eat in comfortable silence, the only sounds are slurping and the whirring of the AC blowing cool air into the apartment. Beomgyu hops down from the counter, setting his dishes in the sink. Yeonjun follows shortly after, sitting back down and grabbing beomgyu’s arm to pull him into his lap.
“You know, if you weren’t pining after your split bestie i would’ve wifed you up.” he smirks, holding his waist while rubbing small circles into his skin. Beomgyu’s face flushes and he scowls, swatting at the boy beneath him.
“I am not pining after Kai.” he spits with no malice behind it, because despite his denial, he knows it’s true. Yeonjun just snorts and shakes his head, patting his head like a petulant child.
“Why don’t you just tell him? I mean if you think about it, if his other personality loves you then isn't it just a reflection of him?” Beomgyu chews his lip, nodding his head slightly. He’s thought about this. Of course he has. When Kai first told him about Kamal he did a deep dive on the internet, he spent weeks on every article, every subreddit and every known piece of information about the disorder there was. He majored in psychology and minored in mental health in college because of Kai, but he would never tell him that.
“Hyung, you don’t get it. It’s much more complicated than that. I can’t just tell him that I like him because–because!” He motions wildly with his hands, letting out an exasperated groan. Yeonjun just laughs, patting his head once more. Beomgyu narrows his eyes at him, pointing a finger in his face accusingly.
“Like you’ve never been in a situation like this.” but as the words leave his mouth he knows he’s being silly, of course he’s never been in a situation like this.
“Don’t answer that actually.” he slides out of yeonjun’s lap, pacing around his apartment.
“Beomgyu, I think you're thinking about this too much. You’re stressing yourself out over something miniscule. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. It’s disgusting actually, he’s like an overgrown lovesick puppy.” he explains, his nose crinkled in false disdain.
Beomgyu stops pacing and plops on his couch face first, groaning.
“Why do you even care, if we start dating then we have no more on the job makeout sessions. You can’t get your dick wet.” Yeonjun gasps in mock offense, getting up to run over and swat at the limp boy. He plops down on top of beomgyu, tickling his sides.
“Listen here, I don't need to get my dick wet. And I get many hoes by the way. I’m a god, they flock to me. Ya hear?” Beomgyu squeals, squirming under him, letting out desperate giggles and shaky sorrys. He manages to roll out from under him, breathing heavily.
He screeches when yeonjun lunges at him again, jumping back out of his reach. He holds his hand up in surrender, face flushed and heart pounding.
“Ok! Ok! I get it, you get bitches! Mercy! Mercy!” Yeonjun grins, stalking closer as beomgyu backs up.
“I’ll stop if… you say that Jacob is better than Edward.” Beomgyu scoffs, eyes widening.
“Over my dead carcass! Edward is better but Jacob is hotter. I can't disagree. But! I refuse to say anything, cullens for life.” Yeonjun lunges again, knocking him onto the ground. Beomgyu gasps, letting out a string of helpless giggles as his sides are relentlessly attacked.
“Team Jacob!” Yeonjun hoots, cackling as he tickles the life out of the boy beneath him.
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July 9th 8:12 pm. (Huening’s Apartment.)
The smell of cigarette smoke fills Kai's lungs, he never gets used to it. Crazy how one part of you can crave something you’d never think you’d touch. He grumbles as he cleans the ash off the bathroom sink, grabbing the broom to clean up the ash off the floor. Stupid, Stupid Kamal.
‘It’s not that deep dude. It’s just a cigarette.’
Kai growls, sweeping the ash into the dustpan angrily. “Shut up. This is my body yet you can’t respect that I don't smoke.”
‘Yea, You don’t smoke. I do.’ Kai dumps the ash into the trash, putting the broom and dustpan back before walking back to the bathroom to stare into the mirror. He points a finger accusingly at his reflection.
“You know Beomgyu hates the smell of cigarettes. What’s he gonna think when it smells like a tobacco factory in here and on my breath?” he grips the sink until his knuckles go white, his anger consuming him.
‘Shut up freak. I do what I want. Let go of the control. Stop hogging. Isn’t beomgyu hanging with that little co-worker of his? Aren’t you worried he’s going to steal beomgyu from us?’
He stills, looking at himself with narrowed eyes. “How.. How do you know that? I didn’t even know that…” He chews his lip, letting go of the sink and walking to his bedroom. “And i don’t care who beomgyu hangs out with. I’m not his keeper. You’re not his keeper.” Kicking his shoes off, he changes out of the tobacco ridden clothes, crinkling his nose at the smell.
‘You don’t care? Bullshit. Bull fucking shit.’ Kai feels his head get heavier, He’s trying to take control. He grits his teeth as he pushes back, feeling a tear slide down his cheek. He wipes it away, sitting down at the edge of his bed.
‘You’re weak. Just. let me. Take. control. I’ll get rid of the co-worker and then we can have beomgyu to ourselves.’ Kai shakes his head, clenching his jaw as he feels tears slip down his face despite himself.
“I’m not weak.” His voice wavers but he carries on, forcing himself to lay down and get under the covers. He waits for the next response but it’s radio silence, he doesn’t feel the pressure in his mind anymore. Just… quiet.
“I’m not weak.” He curls into a ball, shutting his eyes tight.
‘No, I'm not weak.’