My Ideal Type Is Kang Taehyun | TaeGyu

Okay, so he thought this was going to be easy.

But the only thing he's done after stepping inside the suite was stand with his back against the closed door while the older watched him with hawk eyes.

They met eyes, so Taehyun averted his gaze. Footsteps told him Beomgyu was walking towards him. And as he got nearer, Taehyun's heart raced.

Is he going to kiss me now?

His eyes were reflexively shutting when he heard a click. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed that Beomgyu had only locked the door, not their lips.

Disappointed and lowkey embarrassed, Taehyun bit his inner cheek. The older was still standing close to him, waiting for Taehyun to look at him. And when the younger did, he moved away.

"Why are you here?" Beomgyu walked to the wall mirror, uncuffing his sleeves before untying his hair, letting his blonde-mixed raven hair fall. Taehyun's mouth ran dry at the sight. He knew this wasn't the time to drool over the older's appearance, but he was tired of pretending it didn't affect him.

With a lot of effort, Taehyun managed to keep himself sane. "I—uhh I think... we need to talk."

"You really do?" Beomgyu briefly looked at him. "Are you sure you won't slap me again, or try to escape?"

"Hey, I'm sorry about that." The younger reached out to softly tug at Beomgyu's sleeves, surprising him. He could see the sheen blush covering up his cheeks as he looked away.

No way...could it be that Soobin hyung and Kai were right? Taehyun felt his cheeks heating up as well.

"Why did you do that? Why did you stay with me and did whatever I asked you to?" He meekly asked.

The older sighed. He could feel Taehyun's anticipating gaze on him. And he knew that the younger had figured out by now, there was no point in hiding anymore.

"I like you."

Taehyun sucked in a breath as Beomgyu continued, "I've always liked you. I wouldn't say from the very first day but I don't know since when. I liked sitting beside you, admiring you for being so smart. But I was worried when you were clearly wasting your time on Soobin. I'd rather see you pissed and annoyed at me than sad for Soobin. And I don't know how or when this turned to something more. But yes, I was selfish enough to cause trouble intentionally, so I'd be the one occupying your thoughts and not Soobin."

They were silent, Taehyun's hand slid off of Beomgyu's arms. The older shut his eyes, his heart suddenly aching. "I'm sorry," he whispered, trying to move away.

But Taehyun was swift to wrap his arms around the older's waist. "No, I'm the one who should be sorry for not noticing you and your feelings all this time." He turned around Beomgyu, so they were now looking at each other. "Why didn't you just...tell me all this before?"

Scoffing, Beomgyu looked away. "As if it'd make any difference. You'd have probably rejected me then, and I wouldn't even have the chance to at least see you cutely fussing."

Taehyun's heart swelled, seeing the older pout. It was the first time he was witnessing Beomgyu being childish in an adorable way. It was amusing to him how he never saw the older this way.

"Then watch me now." The older looked at him back as he continued, "I'm here, Beomgyu. You can look at me as much as you want, however you want."

"What do you mean?"

Taehyun smiled coyly. "I...want to give us a chance."

When he'd attended the event, looking for Beomgyu, this wasn't in his mind at all. He was initially there to talk with Beomgyu, if what he heard was true, if that's what Beomgyu felt for him. But the moment his eyes landed on the older, after two effing weeks, he realized how badly he had missed him.