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

The One Who Loved

He averted his gaze and continued to eat. He planned to go to the library right after and hide behind the tallest bookshelf and read, or take a nap. 

"Hey, mind if I join you?" The boy looked up to see Yeonjun, who had already sat down beside him and set down his tray of food. 

Beomgyu felt ZEETA's eyes burning through him, could almost hear Hongjoong's remark of, "I can't believe Yeonjun chose the loner over us." He saw the quaint reactions of the girls beside his table, and the amused smirk of the jocks on the table across him.

"I-- yes... sure, hyung."

"What? Show's over!" Yeonjun blatantly announced to the whole cafeteria. They resumed eating, but ZEETA wasn't having it. 

"I hate them. They're annoying."

"Annoying is a funny word to describe them, hyung."

"Why the fuck are they still staring at us?" Yeonjun said while having a staring contest with Hongjoong, who had his tongue in his cheek.

Beomgyu shook his head and too out his phone, plugging in the earphones and handing one ear bud to Yeonjun. "I usually drown them out with music."

Yeonjun inserted the bud into his ear along with Beomgyu.

"They won't stop until you join them though, hyung."

"Yes, I could tell. They've already invited me to a party-- a party? On a school night? They're giving me bad vibes. My friends in my old school were better-- at least they respected my decisions."

Yeonjun was about to continue his rant when soft music began to flow in his ears. 

Beomgyu was right, music did drown them out. Soon enough, at least for the remaining ten minutes of lunch time, it was as if it was just him and Beomgyu.   

"All I needed was the love you gave

All I needed for another day
And all I ever knew

Only you."

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"So what if I read?" Yeonjun questioned, one eyebrow raised at Beomgyu, who was sat at the couch of the library. 

"I don't know, I just didn't perceive you as one who reads fiction books."

"I read to procrastinate, Beommie. And besides, I couldn't really use my phone here in the library, right? That'd be rude."

"Then why don't you study?"

"Yeah," Yeonjun leaned further into the couch, "I'm the reading type, not the studying type."

"Hey," Yeonjun's form perked up, "Don't you have dance lessons today?"

Beomgyu sighed and pretended to be even more engrossed in his Statistics book, aimlessly highlighting words that seemed important, "I was thinking of skipping. Dropping the lessons, actually."

"What? No, Beommie, don't. You're a great dancer--"

"You're just saying that because we're friends." And for the second time that day, Beomgyu wished he hadn't said what he said.

"You're right," Yeonjun spoke, "I said that because we're friends, I'm friends with a good dancer who doesn't see his talent, and it's kind of pissing me off, Beom." Yeonjun let out a soft chuckle, "You're going to complete your dance lessons, I'm coming with you so you can't skip."

Beomgyu gave a small smile to himself, he'd say he loved Yeonjun's dedication, but he didn't want to get his hopes up. Yeonjun would eventually get tired of him, like they all did.