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

The Better Song

"Aren't you happy? This fine piece of ass is gonna be your schoolmate," Yeonjun said, pointing his fingers at himself and flaunting his face. Beomgyu raised an eyebrow at him.

Yeonjun was definitely something else. 

"Oh, c'mon soon-to-be-best-buddy, don't be so stuck up, I don't even know your name yet--"

"Best buddy," Beomgyu whispered to himself. Yeonjun has just met him, and he was already-- unknowingly signing his life away by calling Beomgyu his 'buddy'. "Don't call me that in school, Yeonjun-ssi. Actually... try not talking to me in school, yeah?"

Yeonjun replied, confused, "You seem cool, why would anyone be ashamed of calling you their friend? Also, since you are the first TDC student I ever met, would you do the honors of escorting me to the school's gates and giving this handsome visual a tour of the campus?"

"How many times in a day do you call yourself handsome, Yeonjun-ssi?"

"Only when I know the person I'm talking to thinks the same."

"But I don't--"

"So you think I'm ugly?" Yeonjun snapped comically.

"No--"

"Don't deny it, I saw the way you were staring at me while I danced, I saw your reflection. No worries, though it's totally fine, I mean, I stare at Hobi hyung when he dances, too but like-- not in the way you stared at me...? Am I making sense?"

"Hobi hyung? Who's that--" The door behind Beomgyu creaked open, and Hoseok entered, tapping Beomgyu's shoulder as a sign of acknowledgement as he walked further inside the room to adjust the AC. 

"That would be me, Beomgyu. Yeonjun here loves giving people nicknames, I wouldn't be surprised if he makes a silly one for you." Hoseok turned and his eyes darted from Yeonjun to Beomgyu, "You've introduced yourselves, right?"

"Oh," Beomgyu decided it was deemed polite to let Yeonjun know his name, even though there was a connotation attached to it in TDC's walls, "I'm Choi Beomgyu."

Hoseok grinned and called Yeonjun. "Beomgyu," Hoseok said, "It's Yeonjun's schedule today... may I ask why you're here?"

"I... I actually wanted to talk to you... about something."

Beomgyu thought he saw Hoseok roll his eyes, but maybe Beomgyu's own vision could be deceiving him since he still hasn't gotten over the fact that his parents believed Namjoon's lie. 

"Oh, well, can it wait? Until after Yeonjun's session. he's new here so I still need to check where we would start, or what songs and dancing style he would be into."

Was his Hoseok hyung dismissing him? 

"But--" I feel like killing myself already. 

Beomgyu croaked out, "Hyung, even just ten minutes? I'm sure Yeonjun-ssi wouldn't mind."

Hoseok turned to look at Yeonjun. The latter shrugged, "I don't mind."

"But ten minutes is ten minutes. Go home, Beomgyu. I promise I'd give you a call after this schedule."

Why was Hoseok so keen on shooing him away? I want to die, I can't stand seeing my parents today, please talk to me.

Talk me out of it like you always do.

"You have a lot of potential, Yeonjun, and I mean, a lot. " Hoseok's voice was fading away as Beomgyu slowly brought himself away.

Hoseok never said anything like that to Beomgyu, nor did he say he was proud of him. And... here was Hoseok... just hours after meeting Yeonjun-- being absolutely whipped for Yeonjun's talent.

Of course, if Yeonjun were to join any contest hosted, he would win. And Hoseok would have credit, maybe even a raise for training such a good dancer.

That was the only thing Beomgyu had to hear to confirm that Hoseok has found a better song-- the better dancer who could dance to a better beat.

Beomgyu didn't listen to his parents' yells when he got home, being reprimanded at such a vulnerable state was the last thing he needed. He darted to his room and locked the door, his mother following close behind him and banging on the door of his four walls of self isolation.

"Choi Beomgyu, open up this door right this instant!" 

No mom, you wouldn't want to see your son hanging from the ceiling, trust me on that. You're better locked out.

Beomgyu took out his headphones, plugged it in his phone and played some tunes at its highest level of volume. Drowning out everything, drowning himself inside his own abyss of misery was ironically comforting. 

He tried to battle himself, I should end this. This is too much.

But was it, really? Too much? 

Shut it Beomgyu, you've gone lived through Kang Taehyun, surely you'd live through Hoseok. This is mild... mild... Hoseok hasn't done anything scarring...

He let his mind wander to the music that banged on his eardrums.

Okay, I will get over this.

He waited for Hoseok's call. Trust me, he really did. 

But the call never came.

All Hoseok-- no, Hobi talked about since then was Yeonjun.

Even on Beomgyu's schedules. When Yeonjun wasn't needed, he was there, just hanging out. 

And... Hobi would gush over him, saying things like

"You should watch Yeonjun dance sometimes, you might pick up some things along the way."

"Hm, no, we should change this song, it would fit Yeonjun more."

"Yeonjun, do you want to visit my house and play some VR with me sometime?"

"Jun, are you okay? You seem down... oh don't worry, grades are just grades, you'd probably have better luck next time."

And Hoseok said all of those things in front of Beomgyu. Like he was showing Beomgyu on purpose. Like, he was drilling the fact that he likes Yeonjun better into Beomgyu's subconscious so it wouldn't hurt as much when Hoseok actually ditched him, regardless of their dance classes.

The worse part, though?

It was when Beomgyu told Hoseok he wanted to quit dancing. 

The worst part? 

Hoseok said okay.