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

TAPE 2, Side A

Taehyun walked to his home, more like, dragged his feet across the long pavement- he was exhausted.

Beomgyu's tapes may have contributed to his exhaustion... along with this, his family problems swarmed his brain as he unlocked his house's door.

Could he really rely on the support ZEETA could provide? What if-

Before Beomgyu could pull open the door, someone else from the inside beat him to it. He was face to face with... his father's second woman.

The lady excused herself, and Taehyun numbly stepped aside for her. When she disappeared across the street, Taehyun stomped into his house and went straight to his cheating father.

"Appa." Taehyun towered over his father, who was still half asleep and shirtless on his bed.

"Damn it, fucking wake up,"Taehyun uttered, walking back and switching on the room's lights. The eyes of his dad squinted.

"Tyun,... what did we agree about on privacy?"

Taehyun shoved off his bag with a thud, not caring about the loud sound the tapes made when the bag collided with the floor.

"Fuck privacy!" Taehyun yelled, he was stressed. For the past months he has watched his mother shower his father with love, only for the latter to give that love to someone else.

His father sensed what Taehyun was on about.

"Taehyun, don't worry yourself. As long as both of us keep quiet about this, everyone's happy."

"I'm not. I won't ever be happy about this, Appa."

"Says the one who took advantage of that Choi kid to get into a frat." His father said, not bothering to filter his words, the thought of it hitting Taehyun hard.

"Dad... how... how did you find out about that?"

"I've known for quite a while," he smirked.

"Now, we wouldn't want your mother knowing that her sweet, smart, and loving son could do such a thing, would we?"

Taehyun froze. Fuck this. Fuck leverage.

He couldn't squeal his father's affair to his mother, he couldn't afford being a disappointment. Not joining a frat was his mother's only request and he blew it. Great going.

Was there a way Taehyun could outsmart his father? Maybe. He looked at the (for lack of a better term) positive side of things.

The longer this went on, the longer his mother doesn't know about his father's adulterous rendezvous, the longer he could stay in the TDC University without worrying about being indebted to ZEETA.

"Fine," Taehyun concluded, "but once mom finds out for herself get the fuck out of here."

His father scoffed in mockery. He knew Taehyun didn't mean it.

-

The stack of tape recordings stacked on his table hit different. Especially with the knowledge of Beomgyu being dead.

Was there even a point in listening if he couldn't save Beomgyu anymore?

But then again, curiosity took over. Beomgyu's life may be finished, but his story isn't.

He took the second tape, flipping it to side A.

-

"Are you still listening? Well I sure hope so... kinda makes me wonder... if I talked about my happy memories, would people care? Would you care?

Not like I have any happy memories to say. Well, I have a few, but they're mostly just caused by jokes I found on the internet, and because of my second passion.

Dancing.

Hyung, you know how much I love dancing, right? My love for the Art is the reason why I ran to it when I felt alone.

Before you came... Love wasn't a person to me. I didn't have a person to feel safe with, to be comfortable with.

All I had was music. The rhythm, the rhyme, the beat, the melody. The movements I made while following its flow.

I thought dance and music had my back. I thought that, maybe if I put all my love into an abstract thing, maybe my trust and passion, my happiness and glee would be safe with it.

Again, I thought wrong.

First of all, I didn't learn to dance by myself, so of course, even though I was never aware of it, I have always related a certain person to the concept of dancing.

In this world, people always get involved. Always get in the way.

Do you have any idea who I'm referring to yet, Jun-hyung?

If not, well let me give you a clue.

He's the one who never gave up on me, the one who coaxed the sadness out of me... the one who treated me like a younger brother... the one who always had faith in me... until YOU came.

The first one who chose someone better over me.

Your dance instructor, Jung Hoseok."