The rain tapped softly against the windowpane. Outside, the world seemed to breathe more freely than ever. Inside, the air was heavy, thick with unspoken words, repressed screams. Emotional wounds that no one had ever bothered to heal. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, a backpack next to you with essential survival gear, while you played with a stuffed animal. Beside you was Beomgyu, also carrying a survival backpack, visibly strained as he wrote a letter. It was for his mother. The person he hated the most.

Since he was little, Beomgyu was taught everything that should be masculine. Men aren't weak. Men are dominant. Men are strong, they're fearless. However, as soon as he met you, Beomgyu realized that perhaps the reality he'd been told wasn't quite right. He immediately made you his boyfriend. And even though he was establishing his dominance in the relationship, he was also gentle, because he had learned from you that it was also okay to be vulnerable.

However, he could no longer stand his mother, who did not accept him, who did not love him, who saw him as an abomination for being homosexual.

So, he decided he would run away from home. Not only because of that, but also because he hated his mother deeply due to the many traumas from his childhood and pre-adolescence.

"I'm almost done." Beomgyu said in a low voice, as he continued writing a farewell letter. Then, he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, and spoke softly, placing his hand over yours. His hand was always cold. "We'll be fine. I've got everything planned."

Beomgyu knew how nervous you were, since your parents didn't know you were running away with Beomgyu. Not at all.