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Yeonjun should have known from the beginning— That it would hurt like hell, that he would never be the same, that every day would be like a fire consuming him from the inside.
He should have known that he was going to destroy him.
or
After appearing on his doorstep bleeding to death, Yeonjun lets Beomgyu into his hideout and into his heart without a second thought— but things are never what they seem.
Yeonjun loved dance the same way Beomgyu loved art. It was something that intertwined them. The love of creating something, of showing parts of themselves to the world that would otherwise be hidden. Yeonjun was learning that it’s a lot harder to hide when someone loves you.
(Yeonjun learns what it means to be loved by someone who really sees you. Beomgyu teaches him.)
Beomgyu’s diary:
Letters to my best friend and my only love, Yeonjun. I lock my feelings and worries away in this little book.
I wonder... are you reading, hyung?
Your forever best friend, Beomgyu
Alternatively: A collection of Beomgyu’s diary entries after he’s diagnosed with hanahaki
“No worries,” the alpha speaks, as if he can read the prince’s mind. His voice is higher than Beomgyu expected, but not at all unpleasant. “I don’t plan on hurting you.”
Beomgyu opens both of his eyes and smiles at him evilly. “That makes you one of us.”
Or
Prince Beomgyu sits safe and sound in his castle, waiting for something to change. He doesn’t hope for an attack of a wild pack, but it happens, and the alpha sent to make sure the prince doesn’t run away might just be exactly what he needs, especially when his heat settles in.
Beomgyu’s got an oral fixation. Yeonjun provides the obvious solution.
“Have you ever heard about the origami hearts tradition in the hospital?”
Taking the heart, the child excitedly inspected it, nodding in glee. “Yes! My mama told me that when someone leaves the hospital to go to heaven, we all fold a paper heart for them! Like this, like this!”
“That’s right,” chuckled Soobin. “But do you know how it started? It started here, in this room. From a boy who used to fold a paper heart every day for his lost love, hoping each one he makes will take him closer to the day those eyes would open again.”
"Unfortunately for him, the day never came."
In other words, a hopeless love story of two childhood best friends who didn't realize what it meant to have each other until it was too late; compiled of yearning, loss, forlorn hope, unrequited love, and every tragedy in between.