[Yeonbam / Yeonjun Beomgyu Fanfic] The Person Who Must Be Hidden

The person I have to hide, Episode 3

By the time the light began to brighten outside the window.

Yeonjun stood by the window, having not slept a wink.

His gaze slowly scanning the hideout’s surroundings was heavy with the tension of not missing even the smallest movement.

Meanwhile, Beomgyu was curled up in bed, sleeping deeply.

He was exhausted from running.

Yeonjun looked at him for a moment, then looked away.

'...All because of this face.'

He had betrayed the organization.

He had staked both the principles he had protected all his life and his own life.

And yet, strangely, he didn’t feel any regret.

"Mm..."

Beomgyu rubbed his eyes and sat up.

"If you're up, go wash up."

Yeonjun said indifferently as he poured coffee into a cup.

"Toothbrush?"

"Bathroom."

"What about clothes?"

"Beside the bed."

When Beomgyu turned his head, a fresh set of clothes was neatly laid out there.

A hoodie and jeans.

They were exactly his size.

"...When did you buy this?"

"Dawn."

"When did you go out and come back?"

"While you were sleeping."

Beomgyu’s face stiffened for a moment.

"You went out alone?"

"We need food."

"What if you got caught..."

Yeonjun shrugged it off.

"I won't get caught."

"..."

"If I weren’t that good, I’d never have made it to second-in-command."

He didn’t want to admit it for no reason, but it was cool.

Beomgyu muttered under his breath.

"...Annoying."

"I heard that."

"...I said it on purpose so you'd hear it."

The corners of Yeonjun’s mouth lifted just a little.

After they finished eating.

Yeonjun began disassembling and cleaning his handgun.

Click.

Click.

The sound of metal locking together filled the quiet space.

Beomgyu stared at the scene absentmindedly.

"It’s a real gun..."

"Did it look like a toy?"

"...No."

Beomgyu asked cautiously.

"...Have you killed a lot of people?"

His hand froze for a moment.

A brief silence.

"A lot."

"..."

"Too many to count."

Beomgyu realized he’d asked a pointless question.

There was no emotion on Yeonjun’s face.

He was as calm as if he were talking about today’s weather.

But strangely...

that calmness looked even sadder.

Then it happened.

Yeonjun suddenly raised a hand and covered Beomgyu’s mouth.

"Mmph...!"

"Shh."

A low, sharp voice.

Beomgyu soon sensed something was wrong too.

He could hear footsteps outside.

There were several of them.

Rustle.

Rustle.

Someone was slowly walking around the house, checking the area.

"The tip said it was around here."

"Break the door."

Beomgyu’s heart started pounding like crazy.

'Found you...!'

Yeonjun held up one finger.

It meant absolutely do not make a sound.

Thud.

Someone kicked the front door.

"I know you’re in there!"

"Open the door!"

Beomgyu couldn’t even breathe.

Yeonjun slowly moved to the inner wall of the storage room.

Then he shoved the old bookshelf hard.

Creak.

A narrow passage appeared behind the bookshelf.

"...A secret passage?"

Beomgyu whispered, eyes wide.

Yeonjun nodded.

"Go in first."

"Then what about you, hyung?"

Yeonjun’s movement froze for a moment.

"...Just now."

"...Huh?"

"You called me hyung."

Beomgyu hurriedly covered his mouth.

It had slipped out without thinking because he was nervous.

"...Sorry."

For some reason, his face burned.

Yeonjun let out a short laugh and said,

"Not bad."

"..."

"Keep calling me that from now on."

Beomgyu got even more embarrassed and lowered his head.

At that moment.

Crash!!

The front door was smashed down.

"Search the place!"

The organization members burst inside.

Yeonjun shoved Beomgyu into the passage.

"Don’t go all the way, wait in the middle."

"I should go with you."

"No."

"Why not!"

Yeonjun calmly said as he loaded the handgun’s magazine.

"Because I need to buy time."

Click.

The safety came off.

Beomgyu’s face went white.

"...Hyung."

"Don’t worry."

"What if you don’t come back?"

Yeonjun looked at Beomgyu.

Unlike when they first met,

it was not the eyes of a scared college student, but of someone worried about him.

That brief change strangely shook his heart.

Yeonjun reached out and lightly messed up Beomgyu’s hair once.

"I."

After a brief smile, Yeonjun said softly,

"Don’t die as easily as you think."

When he finished speaking, he shut the passage door.

Click.

Beomgyu pounded on the door.

"Hyung!"

"Hyung!!"

There was no answer.

A moment later.

Bang!!

A gunshot rang out.

Screams followed.

And then once more.

Bang!!

Beomgyu covered his mouth with trembling hands.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

'Please...'

'Don’t get hurt.'

Then it happened.

A familiar voice came from outside.

"Yeonjun."

It was the boss.

"I never thought you’d really betray us."

Beomgyu’s pupils shook hard.

And beyond the door,

Yeonjun’s cold voice came slowly.

"...The moment you lay a hand on that person."

A brief silence fell.

"This time, I’ll kill you."

In an instant, the outside was engulfed in a suffocating tension.