When & Where | SOOGYU

seven

Beomgyu gulps. It's not because of the death glare from the male in front of him- okay no, who is he kidding? It is in fact because of the glare from Soobin that is sitting in front of him. But it's quite unusual.

Soobin is wearing a button-up white shirt. The long sleeves were rolled up until his forearms, flexing his veiny hands and outstanding his captivating long slender fingers. A grey sweater vest topped the shirt, matching with his darker shade of grey trousers. He looks perfect, too perfect and charming for Beomgyu's liking.

Beomgyu can feel his throat getting dry and his mouth getting watery. The uncomfortable feeling crawl under his skin. Pupils divert from space to space, trying to avoid Soobin's stare.

Why this asshole is just staring at me? Say something. For fuck's sake I can't handle this anymore. Fuck this.

"Li-listen here, Soobin. I'm sorry, I have a reason for being late-"

Soobin sighs, cutting off Beomgyu's words. Beomgyu stiffens in his seat.

It was silent for a few moments until Soobin finally speaks up, "It's okay, at least you're here. It's better to be late than never show up."

Beomgyu just watches as Soobin's stern expression changes into soft and optimistic. Soobin smiles, eyes turn into a shape of crescents.

Dimples. Oh wow, he got dimples. I wanna poke his dimple- no what? What the fuck? Beomgyu, what's wrong with you?

The smaller lets out a shaky laugh, "Yeah! Sorry again."

"I actually didn't expect you to show up. Knowing the fact that you're a brat, you probably could be somewhere on your bed right now, still sleeping like the sleeping beauty princess. Why are you here, Beomgyu?"

Beomgyu blinks. Confused, he asks, "What?"

The smile still plasters on Soobin's lips, slowly turning into a smirk. The was crescent-shaped eyes turn wide, glaring at Beomgyu again.

"Why would I be here? To be tutored by you of course!" Beomgyu chuckles nervously. Truth is, he was here because of his ego. He can't just let Soobin thinks he is a mannerless and disrespectful person for not showing up. Beomgyu might be a little weird, but he still wants people to think of him nicely.

"Oh? Okay then." Soobin hums. The taller stands up and gestures to Beomgyu to do the same too.

"The study room is occupied by my father. Let's study at the..." Soobin pauses, hesitate, "The music room."

Beomgyu ignores all the suspicion when he saw Soobin looks hesitant and just nods his head. He follows the older into a hallway that leads them to two doors that Beomgyu assumes one of them must be the music room.

Soobin opens the left door, and Beomgyu jaws dropped.

"You have a piano?!"

Beomgyu runs past Soobin and immediately enters the room. He was about to approach the piano until Soobin suddenly stops him.

"Don't touch it!" Soobin warns, making Beomgyu stops in his track and turns around to face the older with a puzzled face.

Beomgyu blinks his eyes rapidly as he stares at Soobin who just stands at the entrance of the music room. Suddenly his mind came out with an idea.

"What if I touch it?"

With a smirk curved on Beomgyu's lips, he stretches out his arm and teasingly moves it near the piano behind him.