My Ideal Type Is Kang Taehyun | TaeGyu

Taehyun sighed as he finally put Beomgyu's sleeping-slash-unconscious figure on the couch.

Didn't seem like it but Beomgyu was lighter than he thought. Probably, the boy was just abstemious but that honestly concerned him. He watched the boy carefully, it wasn't really panic but somehow he was feeling uneasy about the issue.

Did he recognize me? He thought as he wondered why the older had that expression when he clearly remembered not showing his face ever in the past.

Because he had nothing to do but wait, he sat on the opposite side and dialed a certain brunette.

"Hyun!" The younger spoke from the other side, his voice giving away his cheerful readiness, "Are you having fun?" He fake gasped loudly, "By any chance...has he kissed you already?"

Taehyun's cheeks heated up as he was quick to respond, "Hyuka! Shut up, will you?"

Although the late morning light had brightened up most of the room, his eyes found their ways to the one particular raven-haired boy like they always did. Hueningkai's loud cackling was distant as his eyes darted along Beomgyu's nose bridge and fine jawline to his pouty lips.

As much as he wanted them to feel against his own, he knew this wasn't right at all. So he cleared his throat and looked away from the older.

"I told you that I'm here to help, right!?" Taehyun asked sternly.

"Okay, I was just kidding," Hueningkai surrendered mischievously. "What is it then?"

"Your stupid plan of surprising him by hiding inside a giant gift box and calling him 'Babe' has backfired!"

"Really? I thought he liked such childish things," The other mumbled to which Taehyun rolled his eyes.

"I think he's figured out who I am! He saw me and fainted!"

"What! He fainted?" This time the younger sounded much more genuine. Taehyun could tell he was in deep thought for a while before answering, "Well, I've heard he doesn't remember most of the people who confess to him and as you said, you didn't show yourself while doing so, there's a very low possibility of him recognizing you unless..."

"Unless what?" Taehyun asked impatiently.

"Unless he already likes you."

Taehyun scoffed, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. "This ain't time for bullshit, Hyuka! I'm tired of explaining you."

He heard a deep sigh from the other side which meant the younger wasn't convinced but the topic was always left hanging like this between them. He also knew that Hueningkai fully understood his view as well, so he just chose to ignore those words even though they managed to fasten his heartbeat.

"I don't know then, perhaps he's still exhausted because of the booze," Hueningkai replied, the shrug too clear in his voice and Taehyun went mum for a moment. How come that didn't come to his mind!?

"Ah...r-right..." He stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. Suddenly, he felt embarrassed for ringing up to the younger for such an obvious matter.

"Yeah? Why don't you make him some good hangover soup?"

"I think I should," Taehyun blushed at the thought of making food - even if it's just a hangover soup - for his crush. "Then I'll see ya later, Hyuka."

After exchanging their light-hearted greetings, Taehyun finally hung up and found his way to the kitchen.

He was awestruck by the interior. Beomgyu was rich, there wasn't any room for doubt but he'd also heard that his house was like an art museum and did he ever expect it to be true! Because as creepy as it may sound, Taehyun has always wondered how the older lived.