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

The Better Song

"Is Hoseok-hyung here?" Beomgyu asked the receptionist while signing over his name. The receptionist merely grunted in agreement, Beomgyu didn't give it much thought since he was used to being ignored anyway.

A small smile crept up to Beomgyu's face at the knowledge that all his running payed off-- he'd made it on time.

He continued to walk deeper into the building, past the gym, past the small canteen, and he turned left to push open the door to the dance studio.

"Hoseok-hyung?" Beomgyu called, but he was not there. Instead, he was met with the usual yellow lights and the huge mirror that made up for the opposite wall, an upbeat song... and something else.

Someone else. A new student, perhaps? His suspicions were confirmed when he fully stepped inside the dance room and saw a boy dancing to the music at the far end of the room. 

He wore grey sweatpants, white converse, a sweatshirt... but that wasnt what caught Beomgyu's attention. 

It was the was he danced. The guy wasn't looking at himself in the mirror, but he was dancing like the beat was the thrum of his heart. It was a technique Hoseok taught Beomgyu, when you dance, focus on your own movements, not the mirror, so that you'd be used to the dance even without seeing your own reflection. 

Did Hoseok teach this guy the same thing? 

His feet created squeaks as his feet glided on the glossy floor of the dance room. If Beomgyu wasn't a regular here, he'd think this guy was an instructor, not a student.

The guys seemed to notice him and stopped dancing, simultaneously snapping Beomgyu out of his trance.

"Hello," the stranger faced Beomgyu, running a hand through his hair and filching out his phone to pause the music that was playing from the device. Beomgyu, who wasn't used to human interaction remained silent. The guy walked closer to him, smiling.

He held out a hand. "Choi Yeonjun," he introduced himself, expecting Beomgyu to shake his hand. Yeonjun chuckled to himself when Beomgyu didn't answer his request for a handshake. Yeonjun retracted his hand and smiled wider. "Shy type?" he queried, and that was when Beomgyu snapped out of his antisocial trance.

Beomgyu hated people, sure, but he wasn't a shy type. If people were to approach him first, he'd reply, he'd answer, he'd even be a friend (this is why he often gets taken advantage of, he's too trusting). Although Beomgyu never made the first move to talk to someone, he wasn't an introvert.

Maybe his lack of friends and being treated as an outcast has just forced him into an introverted lifestyle.

"No, no..." Beomgyu shook his head and reached out his own hand as Yeonjun gladly shook it. Beomgyu continued, "I was just confused... are you new here?"

Beomgyu found himself in the unfamiliar place of beginning the conversation. Making another possible friend.

Beomgyu, don't trust too much. This is just a friendly conversation, but he isn't your friend. You have no friends.

"Yes, we have just moved in, and I figured I would enroll myself here," Yeonjun pulled his hand away, letting it fall to his side. "And judging from the mark on your lanyard, I'm guessing we will be attending the same school?"

No, Yeonjun was destined to hate me.

If he were to study in TDC where all the rumors about Beomgyu were the hot topic, Yeonjun would not want to be anywhere near him. All the hopes of finding a new casual acquaintance in this place aside from Hoseok crumbled into nothing.

"Yeah... same school..." Beomgyu trailed off. 

This dance studio was Beomgyu's only escape from TDC, and now here was Choi Yeonjun, an upcoming bridge between Beomgyu's safe haven and Beomgyu's torture chamber.