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

The One Who Loved

Yeonjun-hyung: Beommie, let's gooo i know youre ready 

All right, here goes nothing.

Beomgyu took his own bag and went down the stairs, opening the door as he was greeted by Yeonjun's face.

"Morning hyung..."

"Good morning to you too, Beommie. Here," Yeonjun handed Beomgyu a paper bag. Beomgyu raised an eyebrow, but took the offer anyway. 

"It's breakfast. I remember you told me your parents are usually on business trips, so I bought you a meal," Yeonjun said in a soft voice, knowing how the gesture came as a shock to Beomgyu.

"Oh... thank you."

"Okay then," Yeonjun let out a breath he has unknowingly been holding, "Let's get going."

The walk from Beomgyu's home to TDC took about half an hour. Beomgyu listened to Yeonjun's endless stories about his previous school, Beomgyu silently wishing he were as lucky as Yeonjun.

The elder was also popular among the students in his former high school, teachers loved him, though he wasn't much of an honor student. "But I do excel in dance, sports and other fields of art, oh god I sound so boastful but, hey, I'm telling the truth Beommie!"

"Hm, maybe you'd get into the varsity, hyung."

Yeonjun considered, and shook his head, "Nah, I'd rather focus with dancing for now. And my grades," Yeonjun laughed at himself, "Wow, it's the first time in years that I've been conscious about my grades."

Beomgyu felt Yeonjun's aura turn sullen as they walked towards the TDC building. "Hyung... you okay?" His own words shocked Beomgyu, he has gotten used to being at the receiving end of those words. He felt stupid for asking since Yeonjun, a jolly and cheerful person who loved himself so much it bordered self-cest, was obviously not okay-- he would still be smiling if he were.

He didn't expect Yeonjun to open up to him, but he did. 

"Even if my parents didn't find a job here, they'd force me to continue my studies here either way." Yeonjun slowed his pace, he seemed to be thinking his words through, "My parents didn't like my circle of friends in our old place. They barely studied, got themselves high almost every night. You'd think I wouldn't fit in with them, but I did. Although I didn't do stuff with them, we often played basketball together. I was often around them during the times they were sober."

Yeonjun paused. "I miss them. I was trying to fix them too, Beom. I think I could've stopped them from being brought into rehab and stuff. Or maybe I just have a hero complex."

"Hero complex?" Beomgyu repeated, urging Yeonjun to expound on what he meant.

"Maybe I am a narcissist. Maybe I tried to spare them from further troubles because I wanted to be a hero, called a hero, given the credit of putting my so-called friends back on the right and clean track." Yeonjun stopped walking, "If I didn't hide their drugs in my bag, my parents never would've found out."

"So if you're thinking that attracting attention to myself is in my itinerary.., it's not. Maybe I'll stick with the right people from now on, Beommie." Yeonjun flashed him a reassuring smile, Beomgyu couldn't help the rising blush in his cheeks.

The second Yeonjun scanned his new I.D. and entered the highschool building with Beomgyu, all eyes were on the taller.  Maybe it was his height, broad shoulders, bright hair, or the way Beomgyu's companion carried himself-- but Beomgyu felt as though he had shrunk. 

Beomgyu agreed to walking with Yeonjun to his classroom. On the way, people scrutinized Yeonjun, taking up his form that Beomgyu had only noticed has been drenched in confidence.