LAST UPDATE OF THE DAY GUYS

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Days passed after that conversation, and Beomgyu found himself wrestling with a new, strange feeling—a warmth that he couldn't shake, even in the coldest moments. It wasn't just about the vulnerability he had allowed himself to show Yeonjun, nor was it simply about Yeonjun's unwavering support. No, it was something deeper.

Beomgyu would catch himself looking at Yeonjun when he thought he wasn't paying attention, his heart skipping a beat when Yeonjun's hand brushed against his or when his voice rang out in that calm, reassuring tone.

The thing was, Beomgyu had always been cautious about feelings. Emotions were messy, complicated, and in the mafia world, they were a weakness. But now, as he spent more time with Yeonjun, the walls he had built up around himself slowly started to crumble.

He didn't want to admit it—not yet—but Beomgyu could feel himself slowly, almost reluctantly, falling. Yeonjun was different. He wasn't like the cold, calculating people Beomgyu had been surrounded by his entire life. Yeonjun cared, and that was terrifying—and beautiful.

One evening, as Beomgyu sat on the couch, his thoughts wandering, Yeonjun was beside him, fiddling with his phone. The soft glow of the screen illuminated Yeonjun's face, casting gentle shadows, and Beomgyu realized he was staring.

He quickly looked away, heart pounding. No, this can't be happening. I can't let myself feel this.

But the truth was, it already had happened.

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Yeonjun, on the other hand, had started to feel a growing sense of uncertainty. Despite everything he'd done—being there for Beomgyu, trying to show him patience and love—he couldn't shake the feeling that Beomgyu wasn't truly with him. Sure, they had shared moments of closeness, but it was always fleeting, like Beomgyu was holding back something that Yeonjun couldn't reach.

"I don't know," Yeonjun thought to himself, sitting on the edge of the bed later that night. He ran a hand through his hair, staring at his reflection in the mirror. "Am I just fooling myself?"

Every time he tried to bridge the gap between them, Beomgyu seemed to retreat further. Yeonjun had always known that their marriage wasn't built on love, that it was a strategic arrangement, but part of him had hoped that something more could grow from it.

But as much as he wanted to push past the walls Beomgyu had built around his heart, there were times when Yeonjun felt invisible to him.

Am I just the guy he has to be with because it's part of the deal? Yeonjun wondered. Does he even want me?

Yeonjun didn't like to admit it, but the more he tried to get closer to Beomgyu, the more he felt like he was losing the battle. And as much as he hated to doubt himself, he couldn't help but wonder if Beomgyu would ever feel the same way about him.

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The tension between them continued to grow, but neither of them said anything. It wasn't until one night, as they found themselves sitting in silence, that it all came crashing down. Beomgyu was staring out the window, his gaze distant, while Yeonjun was busy cleaning up after dinner.

Beomgyu's mind was racing with thoughts of Yeonjun—how he'd been there for him when things got tough, how he had treated him with such tenderness, with understanding. And yet... there was a part of him that still couldn't let go of the fear. He had never allowed himself to rely on anyone.

Without thinking, Beomgyu's voice broke the silence. "Yeonjun... do you think I'll ever... feel anything for you?"

Yeonjun froze in his steps, his heart skipping at the sound of Beomgyu's voice. He turned slowly, his face unreadable. "What do you mean?"

Beomgyu's words hung in the air, heavy and uncertain. "I... I don't know why I can't get this feeling out of my chest. But it's like I'm afraid of it. I'm afraid of letting myself... care."

Yeonjun's expression softened, his heart aching at Beomgyu's confession. He walked over to where Beomgyu was sitting, slowly crouching down to meet his gaze. "Beomgyu, you don't have to be afraid of caring. I'm not going anywhere. And you're not alone in this."

Beomgyu looked down at his hands, trembling slightly. "But I've never known what it feels like to be loved. To let myself love someone."

Yeonjun's heart clenched, and without thinking, he reached out to gently grasp Beomgyu's hand. "I'm not asking you to love me right now, Gyu. But you don't have to be scared. We can take this one step at a time."

Beomgyu felt his chest tighten at Yeonjun's words. There was something about the way Yeonjun looked at him-it made him feel like this road they were taking would be worth it.

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