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

Now Playing: Tape 1, Side B

"Kim Namjoon is the epitome of injustice. He deserves to be fucking fired."

Taehyun didn't expect his favorite teacher to be mentioned on Beomgyu's tapes— but then, even the best-smelling roses rot. At this point, Taehyun deduced that anyone, no matter how clean their reputation is, could have had a hand in Beomgyu's self destruction.

Still cramped in the cubicle, he continued to listen.

"I never cheated. Never did nor passed anything that I copied from somewhere. I don't even use those crappy sites that 'help fix my grammar and redundancy'.

Hyung, I don't think I know the feeling of fulfillment anymore. It's as if everything I fucking do is a mess, a failure.

Much like me.

Professors are supposed to help students improve, not drag them deeper down into a spiral of their own mistakes instead of giving constructive criticisms.

Mr. Kim has called me stupid—both directly and indirectly— so many times that I have stopped counting.

They say that if something is said a lot of times, it's as good as real. So maybe I am stupid. Good for nothing. Pea brained idiot."

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Taehyun tucked the player back inside his backpack, his only agenda being to get home and lock himself in his room, and continue listening. So, he took out his hoodie and wore it, putting the hood over his head.

He exited the washroom and walked in the corridor that lead straight to the school's gates.

The hallway was empty, the other students have already gone home. Taehyun has lost track of the time he spent inside the cubicle.

He couldn't help it... his feet led him to Beomgyu's memoriam.

The flowers have multiplied, and now, there were printouts and artworks dedicated to him, along with the words "Rest in Peace", "You will be missed" and—

"No! You know what?! Fuck you! I could've been happy with him if you didn't decide to fucking show up! Maybe he would still be alive!"

Taehyun jumped to his feet and hid in another corridor near the locker. The voices were coming nearer.

"Yeonjun, I didn't fucking force you to chose me. It was your free will! But you chose me and now here you are, putting all the blame on me!"

A louder voice.

Taehyun heard Yeonjun scoff, his footsteps becoming hasty stomps as they continued to argue.

"I fucking know you. I know you too well and I hate it. If I didn't choose you, you would have killed Beomgyu anyway!"

"Yeonjun, I am not a fucking murderer! You're exaggerating! You were the last one who came out of Beomgyu's damn house! If someone's getting a fused of murder here, that would be you."

"Oh, fuck off! You and those ZEETA thugs are capable of god knows what— you fucking broke him, and I care so fucking much about Beomgyu! What was I supposed to do aside from choose you!" The blonde yelled at the top of his lungs. Taehyun could tell Yeonjun was already crying.

"Why didn't you run after Beomgyu then, Yeonjun? Quit playing the hero and face the fact that you've never loved him."

"If I ran after him you will still break my face and my reputation and fuck with everything, okay?!" Yeonjun paused.

"Right... Yeonjun... I'm sorry. Let's just pretend we never had this conversation," the other guy said. From the angle Taehyun was at, it seemed like the both of them hugged. Well, it was mostly the other guy who had his arms wrapped around Yeonjun.

Taehyun was itching to see who it was, but if he moved from his place, he would be caught eavesdropping.

Taehyun thinks he already knows who it was...

Just before his suspicions could be confirmed, the two people he was watching walked towards the other direction, probably to the field.

"Tyun! There you are. Your mom texted me, wondered why you weren't home yet." Soobin pulled the back of my bag and dragged me outside, while my eyes were still trained onto the path Yeonjun and his... boyfriend exited to.

Who the fuck was that manipulative bastard?

He would have his answer soon.

But for now, Taehyun must get home.