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𝑆𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑣𝑠 𝑇𝑖𝑔𝑒𝑟

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Beomgyu couldn't remember much when he woke up the next morning on the fluffiest bed he had ever slept on. All that was in his memory was how comforting it felt to be held in Taehyun's arms, to be in his protection. The relief he had felt when Taehyun had found him was indescribable. The thought of being all alone in an unknown yacht filled with unfamiliar faces only sent shudders to his whole body. Maybe it was the unconscious inferiority that he had that made him feel sick to the stomach, or maybe it was just the overstimulation of his senses that made him nauseous, but Beomgyu was just glad that Taehyun was there.

This type of dependence is wrong, Beomgyu was aware. It was Taehyun who brought him to the party in the first place, so there was no reason for Beomgyu to feel this way towards him, yet he couldn't help it. The reassurance of Taehyun's presence was enough to make him think otherwise. He indeed needed Taehyun. If Taehyun wasn't there, god knows how he would end up. No matter the scenario, Beomgyu would need Taehyun to help him on the yacht. No matter what, Taehyun was going to be the person Beomgyu needed to rely on. There was no way around.

Sighing in content, Beomgyu sank further down into the mattress, burying himself under the warm duvet. He selfishly wished to enjoy the comfort a while longer, and to ease his throbbing headache. Turning to his side to curl up in order to sneak a few more minutes of sleep, Beomgyu was about to shut his eyes close again when all of the sudden realisation finally hit him.

Gasping, he sat right up with blown eyes as he checked his surroundings, registering the unfamiliar and unusually huge room. Feeling the soft material underneath his hands, he instinctively smoothed the creases of the bedsheet, stroking it with curiosity at how light and smooth it felt under his palm. Taking a look down, he moved on to press his hand on the duvet that covered his lap, the fluffiness of it made his heart constrict of need and want. Beomgyu had never slept on such a huge soft bed before, let alone had this luxury of using such a fine duvet. He definitely was not at home.

"You're awake."

"AHH!" Beomgyu's body shook in shock as he shut his eyes in response to the unexpected voice in the room.

"Pfft!"

Beomgyu cautiously opened his eyes when he heard the owner of the voice suppress a laugh. It wasn't Taehyun's voice, which brought horror to him. Whipping his head around, he saw a tall boy standing at the bedside table, clearly watching him. He had the same tall nose as Taehyun, big eyes too albeit smaller than Taehyun's, lips a replica of Taehyun's, but he has no dimples. And he seemed much taller than Taehyun as well. His raven locks were brushed to the back with a head sweatband and his eyes, unlike Taehyun's, had actual mirth and life in them, though they carried a hint of mischief.

"W-who" Beomgyu asked with his hands crossed at the front in defense.

"Kang Jiwon" the boy introduced himself, "the second youngest of the Kang family. Taehyun hyung brought you home last night. You were crying so much and even puked on him."

"W-what...?!" Beomgyu felt his heart stop for a second right there. Gulping nervously, he looked up at the boy once again with anxious and begging eyes, "did I really...?"

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Jiwon smirked, "and maybe you'd want to ask who changed your clothes too."

Beomgyu turned to look down at the pajamas he was wearing so quickly he thought his neck could have potentially snapped. He really didn't have the suit he wore the previous day on, not even the dress shirt or pants. He was dressed in a thin blue plaid pajamas. Wiggling his toes, he found out that he had socks on as well to keep his feet warm and protected. Whoever changed him had undoubtedly seen him half naked.

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Putting his arms across his chest in a protective manner, Beomgyu looked at Jiwon with bewildered eyes, "who changed my clothes?"

"Who else?"

This Kang family really loves to direct questions back, Beomgyu thought to himself.

"Taehyun...?" Beomgyu unsurely guessed.

"It could be me" Jiwon mused.

The long haired boy only clutched himself tighter with his shoulders curled forward, making him look small but secure and defensive, almost like an armadillo when faced with threat.

"Jiwon."

Both boys turned to look towards the door to find Taehyun leaning against the doorframe with a stern expression on his face.

"Didn't I tell you not to come in as you please? Respect his privacy" Taehyun scolded his younger brother, "and don't you need to get going? You're going to be late for your volleyball practice match."

"You never told me you have a friend like this" Jiwon argued as he walked towards his brother, "you always hide nice things."

"That's because you like to steal. And you know I don't like to share" Taehyun calmly responded, "what's mine is mine and no one else's."

"You know, that only makes me want to get my hands on your possessions" Jiwon giggled as he walked past Taehyun and through the door, "I'll see you later, hyung!"

"Don't come back if you lost to Dulwich highschool" Taehyun smacked his younger brother's shoulder, which made Beomgyu jolt in surprise. Beomgyu had never seen Taehyun perform such an action before and he couldn't make out if the smack was a brotherly display of affection or if it held real malice and threat.

"It's just a practice match" Jiwon scoffed, "but we'll win it anyways since I'm the one leading."

Beomgyu quietly watched their exchanges, amazed by the immense confidence they had. Taehyun was always confident, that, everyone knows about, but Jiwon was also so confident in his abilities. Was it a Kang family thing as well? Beomgyu thought his own twin brother, Beomhan, was already confident enough, yet these Kang brothers were on a totally different level.

"I changed your clothes" Taehyun spoke to Beomgyu out of the blue, catching the latter off guard. "You have a scar."

"Oh- umm- I- yeah..." the black haired boy stuttered with his whole face flushing. "Surgical... Scar..."

"I see" Taehyun acknowledged with a simple reply, seemingly not very interested in the details of his surgical scar.

Beomgyu on the other hand, was still feeling very embarrassed and hung up on the fact that Taehyun saw him half naked, and touched his bare skin. The memory of him sucking Taehyun's thumb the previous day flashed across his mind and his face only turned redder at it. Why did he have to think about these right now? He felt so ashamed of himself right now and wished he could rewind time just to avoid these embarrassing situations. Taehyun had seen so much of him already, and Beomgyu still didn't know much about him.

"D-did I... vomit on you?" Beomgyu looked up at Taehyun through his long lashes, innocent and guilty eyes staring up at him as he asked in a quiet voice, his heart thumping loudly against his chest. In all honestly, Beomgyu didn't want to know the answer.

A short silence fell between the two before Taehyun finally answered him with a simple "yes".

And Beomgyu's world came crumbling down from humiliation and guilt.

"I'm so sorry!" Throwing himself forward, Beomgyu performed an apology kneel on the bed, "I can't handle alcohol well...! I'm so sorry oh my god, it must had been so gross to you. And you even had to take care of me and bring me home... and I even used your guest room? This is a guest room right?"

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