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

Now Playing: TAPE 2, Side A

"Your dance instructor, Jung Hoseok."

Taehyun had the whole night to miss Beomgyu and feel sorry for him, and drown in his own guilt.

"I was so... sad that day.  Maybe it was because of the constant stares of our batchmates, maybe it was because I've always had a target behind my back and everyone was waiting for someone to hit the bull's eye to finally break me.

I wasn't into dancing at first, but then again... most of us tend to judge things just as we judge people. Too quickly. 

My parents didn't appreciate the fact that my only pass-time were video games and playing with friends outside our home. They said wasn't productive and would only train me to slack. So, at the age of seven-- I think? They enrolled me in a dance class.

I hated my first tutor... I don't really remember her name but she wasn't appreciative of my efforts, I mean-- I was a kid, it was my first time dancing. She was probably the least patient person in the world.

I was twelve years old when I knew I wanted to quit. Maybe dancing wasn't for me. But... fortunately, or unfortunately...? A new dance instructor came. That new instructor is Hoseok hyung. Or as I hear you call him, Hobi. 

He told me not to give up. He offered help. He helped me find comfort in the art of dance. 

Now that I think of it, maybe he was only putting up with me because he was getting paid to do so. Besides, there weren't many students in the dance school my parents threw me into.

There weren't really any good dancers.

After months, I began to warm up to Hoseok hyung. During times my mother and I would fight, I'd go running to him. Whenever there was a bully who wanted my food, he would talk to that bully and he would never mess with me again. 

There would be nights when I couldn't sleep and I'd text him. He would sometimes offer to play an online multiplayer game to exhaust me and get me to sleep. On other nights, we would just chat about the world. 

More time passed and I became more confident with dancing.

But... we aren't here to talk about all the good times, aren't here to talk about the times Hoseok hyung and I spent gossiping about the other shitty dancers he encountered.

Fast track, shall we? 

Basically, I was feeling down in the dumps. I have just exited Mr. Kim's room where he told my parents of what a disgrace I was to the school after I allegedly plagiarized my project.

Of course, home was the last thing I'd go to. I was trying to avoid my parents. 

Where else to go? The dance studio. I wanted to chat with Hoseok hyung that day to make me feel better-- maybe we could even take a quick trip to the mall.

But when I got to the dance studio... he was busy with someone else. A new student, apparently. The student has just moved in and is apparently a great dancer.

You, Yeonjun hyung. He was busy with you. Maybe he's never seen a dancer as good as you... which only confirmed my suspicions that Hoseok hyung only talked to me because the other dancers were shit.

I couldn't really hate you for it, could I? However during that day, the day I first saw you... you were a red, sore wound-- a huge obstacle to my source of relief."