My Ideal Type Is Kang Taehyun | TaeGyu

Standards too high

Taehyun blushed at the compliment, even in this situation, he found the older adorable which painted a fond expression across his face. He let out a soft giggle and Beomgyu's index found its way on the dip of Taehyun's lone dimple.

"Yeonjun and the whole campus is gonna go crazy when they see what a gorgeous boyfriend I've got for myself."

And that's how Taehyun's smile faltered as Beomgyu got more excited.

Yeah, that was the real reason he was here. Because Beomgyu had hired him to be his fake boyfriend.

Beomgyu was happy because he finally had someone to show-off in front of the university, because he wasn't single anymore, because he wanted to piss off Yeonjun and make him realize what he was missing out on.

Taehyun once again chuckled to himself sadly. He put himself in this situation when he clearly knew Beomgyu would never like him. Sighing, he removed the older's hands from his cheeks and stood up, causing Beomgyu to look up at him expectantly.

"So, can we talk about work now?"

"Sure," Beomgyu sat up nicely and patted the seat next to him. Taehyun nodded and took the seat, although a bit further than Beomgyu showed, he brought his backpack closer and rummaged inside it to take out a pen and a brown envelope, eventually handing them to Beomgyu.

The raven-haired looked confused but took it anyway, his curiosity coming to an end when he took out the content inside the envelope.

A contract paper.

Basically Taehyun didn't want to do all those formal stuff because it would make Beomgyu appear dumber but as Hueningkai gave him his kicked puppy look saying, "It will only make it more convincing." he truly had to give up.

But he was surprised to see the older reading it carefully. Beomgyu's lips formed a pout naturally as his eyes trailed along the words and Taehyun couldn't help but stare. Well, he hadn't read the papers knowing it was just a waste of time but thanks to that he got to look at the older once again.

As the sunlight fell directly at his face, Taehyun could admire the distinct yet soft features. It was the closest he was seeing the other instead of always hiding and peeking from afar. Reflexively, one of his hands came up and rested itself on Beomgyu's fluffy hair, causing the male to look at him.

Taehyun smiled softly and Beomgyu returned.

"So, how rich are you?"

The younger's eyebrows furrowed, he wasn't expecting such a question.

"Umm... I do several part-time jobs for living-"

"You work in your parents' company, right? What do they own in Seoul? Are they CEOs of different multinational organizations? Or University professors-"

"Well, we own a small restaurant outside Seoul-"

"Great," Beomgyu clasped his hands. "Italian? French? Or maybe Japanese?"

"It's just a roadside small eatery which serves handmade Korean food,"- Beomgyu's gleeful expression changes into something harder to decipher-"But why is that even necessary?"

The older scoffs. "You're joking, right? You are going to be my boyfriend for fucking three months, Taehyun! Of course, I have to check if you meet my standards or not." He stated as a matter of fact.

Standards-High Standards. Right. And who fit them?

Not Taehyun, never Beomgyu's.

"Oh shit! How could I forget the website clearly mentioned it's a place for the broke students to earn money!" Beomgyu rubbed his temples as Taehyun, with restlessness taking over him, tapped his fingers on his knees.