SOMEHOW - TAEGYU ??

thirty one: beomgyu or beomgyu?

"That's distastefully sweet." Minho sticks out his tongue in a 'yuck' and Beomgyu rolls his eyes in annoyance.

"What about pairing necklaces? I've got one with Soobin and he loves it." Yeonjun says.

"Or, you can buy him a sex toy that you guys can use." Minho cheekily raises his eyebrows.

"For fuck's sake, Minho-hyung!!" Beomgyu says, his cheeks turning red.

"What??!! Your problem for not getting laid after five goddamn months???" Minho exclaims.

Yeonjun sighs. "Don't listen to him Gyu, he's just thirsty for Jisung but squirrel boy ain't having his shit."

"Jisung's mine."

"That's why he ain't having any of your shit." Beomgyu says. "Anyways, Yeonjun-hyung, that actually sounds nice."

"Told you so."

"I might go search for it right after this, since we don't have evening classes."

After a while of practicing their dancing, Beomgyu and his two friends pack up their stuff. Beomgyu throws his shoulder bag over him and proceeds to walk out from the practice room, followed by Yeonjun and Minho while laughing at Minho's stupid and wild talks. Beomgyu looks to his side and finds Taehyun standing at the end of the hallway, phone in his hand, eyes glued to the screen.

"Taehyunnie~" Beomgyu calls out and Taehyun glances up to wave at him.

Beomgyu turns to his friends and give them a wink. "Gotta go to my better half."

Minho gestures a 'shoo' with his friends, his eyes pointed upwards in annoyance. "Yeah, yeah... leave your bitter friends. We're definitely fineee." Minho says sarcastically.

Beomgyu nudges him at the side with his elbow before skipping towards the direction of the red hair boy. Beomgyu instantly wraps his arms around the younger's tiny waist.

"Now, what are you doing here?" Beomgyu asks.

"Waiting for you." Taehyun replies.

The two walked out from the academy hand in hand as they make their way to the Poppin' Star parlour. Taehyun had started to work there again after about a month indulging himself in the luxuries of modelling.

"I'm bored. I wanna go back to the parlour." Taehyun once told Beomgyu.

Beomgyu glances at the boy beside him, his fingers intertwined with the younger's. Taehyun's such a hard working person, he'd be taking breaks from modelling just because he's bored. You'd expect someone to rest, especially with the amount of money you earn from a single photo shoot. But, that isn't the case for Taehyun, he'll still work his ass off at the parlour.

Even Beomgyu doesn't have enough braincells to make up what runs in his boyfriend's mind and how he manages it.

Taehyun turns his head to look at Beomgyu, and the older instantly blushes with the sudden eye contact. Taehyun chuckles and releases his grip from Beomgyu's hand, only to wrap it around the latter's arm.

"You're cute when you blush." Taehyun says in a teasing tone.

"Hey, those are my words for you." Beomgyu says, ruffling Taehyun's red hair.

Now, is Taehyun's chance. Taehyun knows how dense Beomgyu is, so he's for sure Beomgyu wouldn't be suspicious of him for asking.

"Gyu?" Taehyun coos.

"Hm?"

"Red or black?" Taehyun asks.

Beomgyu furrows his eyebrows at the unexpected question. "Red." He answers.

Taehyun nods. "Gold or Silver?"

"Gold."

"Silver or black?"

"Black."

"Hearts or stars?"

"Hearts."

"Okay, last. Kitchen or restaurant?"

Beomgyu thinks for a while. "Kitchen."

"Alright." Taehyun beams.

Beomgyu lets out an airy laugh. "What was that for?"

The black hair boy asks.

"Just testing your favourites." Taehyun says.

Beomgyu plays along. "Oh yeah?"

They reach the front of the parlour. Just when Taehyun's about to go in, Beomgyu clasps Taehyun's hand tighter which catches the younger's attention.

"Then can I ask you something?" Beomgyu asks, with a cheeky smile visible on his face.

"Hmm?"

Beomgyu approaches the younger, eliminating the space between them and their faces inches a part.

"Beomgyu or Beomgyu?" Beomgyu smiles as he makes direct eye contact with the younger.

Taehyun bats his eyelashes before giggling at the question. Taehyun cups Beomgyu's cheeks, squishing it, before he leans in and quickly pecks the latter on the lips.

"You."