Beomgyu x Non!BinaryReader

Saying you were hurt was an understatement. You and Beomgyu had been dating for almost a two years now, and suddenly, he fell distant.
Just out of the blue. He started coming home late, and on weekends he would barely spend time with you, always being 'out with the boys', coming home wasted, past midnight.
Without a proper explanation.
Your anniversary was coming up and you wanted it to be special. But you barely had time to talk to Beomgyu as it was, so over dinner one night when he had, surprisingly, come home early, you decided to ask him.
"Hey Gyu, can we hang out this Sunday. It is a special day y'know." I asked.
He looked to me, before glancing to his phone.
"Of course baby! I know I've been- distant, but works been stressing me out. I'll rearrange with Taehyun and the others for another day, okay?" He smiled.
I smiled back. "Okay, thank you!"
With that dinner finished, and for once in weeks me and Beomgyu sat on the couch, cuddling into each other.

I was watching the TV, Beomgyu focusing on something on his phone, typing occasionally.
I ignored that, just being grateful I was finally getting to spend time with him.
Before I knew it, the hour hand had passed eleven.
Beomgyu kissed my head.
"I'm sorry babe, I've got work tomorrow. I'm heading to bed. You coming?"
I nodded, standing up as he did.
He got changed in the bathroom, out of courtesy as I got changed in the bedroom, before he knocked, entering when I said to, as we cuddled into bed together.
"I've missed this.." I whispered into his chest.
"Hm?" He asked tiredly.
"Nothing.." I mumbled, as I fell asleep in his embrace.
As expected when I awoke the next morning, he was gone.
No note, nothing.
No food was touched in the kitchen, and there were no new dishes, or rubbish in sight.
He probably went out for breakfast early before work. Or forgot.
I would have to talk to him about that.
The days passed, the same, almost robotic pattern as always, and before I knew it, it was Saturday night.

Beomgyu had lied. He said he would come home early so he was here Sunday morning.
As I watched the hour hand pass from eleven to twelve, I felt like crying.
Then it was one, then it was two.
I fell asleep on the couch waiting.
Then at four in the morning he came staggering in, drunk.
"Babyyyyyy~" he called, hand against the wall.
I awoke slightly, seeing him walk in through the door.
He caught sight of me, wandering over.
"Baby let's cuddleeee." He whined.
He smelt horribly of booze. That, and perfume.
Women's perfume.
I felt my heart drop in that instant.
"You're wasted, Gyu. Go to bed." I whispered, standing up, leading him to our bedroom.
I couldn't talk to him like this.
"I'm fine what are you talking about?" He frowned, tripping on the edge of the bed, falling into the cabinet, photo frames falling.
"You tripped right in a very well lit room. Plus you reek of alcohol. Just go to bed, we'll cuddle in the morning." I said, helping him into bed, like a mum of a stubborn child.
He fell asleep almost instantly, as I went back out to the couch.
When I woke up, it was three o'clock.
Our whole day had been wasted.

I checked in the bedroom, and not at all surprised, he was gone.
Maybe he had gone to go get something?
So I sat on the couch and waited, skimming through show after show on the TV, paying minimal attention.
After a few hours, I got bored, and went and made dinner for myself, leftovers from the night before.
Eight o'clock. Nine o'clock.
Then at ten o'clock, I heard the keys jiggling in the door, as Beomgyu came in, clothes dishevelled, in a mess.
For once however, he was sober.
I stood up and looked at him.
"What's the excuse this time? You don't work on a fucking Sunday." I said.
"Babe I can explain-" he started.
"I don't want your half-assed explanations anymore, Beomgyu! Do you want to be in this fucking relationship or not? Today is our two year anniversary, did you know that? And for the last goddamn month you've been acting like we're nothing more than roommates! I'm your partner, Beomgyu, and I love you! But I'm starting to doubt you love me back!" I said, my voice rising as I almost yelled at him, my body seething with anger.
Beomgyu held the bridge of his nose, breathing deeply.

"Of course I want to be in this relationship with you, Y/N. Things are just really difficult at the company. It's driving me insane. I've definitely got a- a drinking problem too, and it's tearing me apart. I just don't want you to see me like that." He started slowly.
"So you just want to avoid me at all costs?" I asked, crossing my arms and stepping backwards as he came closer. "What about the woman's perfume?" I asked.
Beomgyu paused. "That's all- it's- how do I explain this.." he whispered, mostly to himself.
"Choi Beomgyu are you cheating?" I asked, choking back sobs.
His eyes widened as he noticed mine puff up.
"Y/N I swear on my goddamn life I am not cheating! You see, I've had to work overtime so I can rack up enough money for.. well half was for today, and the other was for a present, for you. That included perfume so I half drenched myself in it to find a good smell. But I gave up and I drank so I see where you're coming from- I don't want to tell you the whole thing now because it's all meant to be a surprise." He explained quickly.
"Or are you just lying?" I asked.

That's when he snapped. "Oh for fuck sake, can't you just trust me Y/N? We're in a fucking relationship! I promised you I won't cheat and I am keeping my side of that promise! Why can't you just believe me!" He yelled, stomping out of anger, shaking the table beside him, causing the photo of him and I to fall, the frame shattering.
I froze, this time the tears falling down my cheeks.
"Please don't cry.. I'm sorry for yelling- fuck the surprise then- I was preparing this whole romantic dinner date and presents for when I proposed to you. The date came so soon I thought I could get it ready for today, but then I overworked myself, and I began ignoring you on accident, and the guilt started eating at me and I just went, 'let's drink my problems away', and I've become this fucked up monster of a man you don't want. If you don't believe me, that's understandable. I'm sorry, I'll pack my things and go." Beomgyu said, looking down at the floor, and at his hands.
"You we're going to propose..?" I asked quietly.
He just nodded.

"Yeonjun tried giving me all this advice that you would want it done really romantically and dramatic because that's what people like, but I should've just done it my way, but now it's cost our relationship." He whispered, his own voice stuttering.
I walked forward, hugging him as my own tears fell.
"You're not a monster, Beomgyu." I whispered.
"I'm an idiot. I'm sorry for yelling, I'm sorry for ignoring you, I'm sorry for ruining our two year anniversary, I'm sorry-"
I cut him off with a kiss.
"Stop saying sorry. Look, we'll get you help for your drinking. What's important is you are here now. Take a few days off work, you need them. We'll figure everything out." I whispered.
He smiled, kissing me as well.
"I love you." He whispered as he pulled away from my lips gently.
"I love you more Gyu."