Beomgyu's Reasons Why [ BeomJun/ YeonGyu / TaeGyu ]

First Kiss

Many students knew Taehyun and Beomgyu were close, but no one questioned it. Except for Beomgyu. If he was close to Taehyun, then why didn't Taehyun's friends socialize with him?

He checked his phone and, as expected, Taehyun texted.

Taehyun: Hi hyung! There's a party in my house tonight. Are you free?

Beomgyu: you know I don't do parties

Taehyun: My friends are here, beommie hyunggg! They'd love to meet you

Beomgyu: why the sudden interest? As far as I know your friends don't care about me

Taehyun: they do!!! They're just shy to admit it.

Beomgyu: I'm boring, tyun. I don't like alcohol and the loud music

Taehyun: hyung I hate those things too. Just come here so I won't have to hate those things alone

Beomgyu's heart grew soft, and soon he arrived in Taehyun's home. The blaring red and blue lights that came from the inside, shone on the surface of the grass on Taehyun's front yard.

It was 8pm, the party has just started, but there were already people passed out on the lawn. A guy was walking around like a zombie, an entire bottle of alcohol in his hands.

The door was left open, so Beomgyu stepped inside.

"Yoooow~" A drunken voice slurred. An arm was slung around Beomgyu's shoulder. Thankfully, the man was drunk and Beomgyu was able to shimmy away.

"Hey, Taehyun-ah!" The same voice yelled over the booming music, "Your boyfriend's here!"

Beomgyu was confused at the label. Boyfriend?

"Ah," Taehyun spike from behind him, "Don't mind Soobin-hyung. He's... a bit weird when he gets drunk."

The newcomer did a double take. "Soobin? That was Choi Soobin?"

Beomgyu searched the crowd for the tipsy person who went all clingy-mode on him earlier.

"In the flesh, Gyu-hyung. Don't worry, I can't recognize him when he's like this either."

Soobin's hair was all over the place. He was wearing a black shirt with a chain that glistened around his neck. But his smile was still the same, the same grin that came across his face when someone complimented an article he wrote, was the same grin that matched his not-so-innocent moves on the dance floor.

"Sometimes I refuse to accept that Soobin-hyung is the editor-in-chief of Tudurow. He gets vulgar when he's like this, hyung."

Seeing a model student like that, made Beomgyu question how easily people can switch from being softhearted to an animal in seconds.

The next song, which happened to be hard metal music, blared through the speakers. The crowd turned wild, and Beomgyu instinctively covered his ears.

"Let's go somewhere quiet." Beomgyu read Taehyun's lips, since the volume of the music distorted the words Taehyun uttered.

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They ended up in Taehyun's front lawn, where the house's walls muffled the vibrations of the sounds. There were no people outside anymore (save for the ones who passed out early on), it seemed to be the music and lights attracted their drunk asses like how light attracts a moth.

"Why did you invite me if we're only going to sit outside?" Beomgyu faced Taehyun as they walked towards a bench right behind the trees that littered his front yard.