My Ideal Type Is Kang Taehyun | TaeGyu

Bee stung heart

'Yeo—

Plush cotton pink lips forming the shape of a little 'o', before smacking together and then protruding out like a soft blow.

—bo'

Beomgyu's heart hammered inside his ribcage at the memory. He sneakily looked over at Taehyun from where he was sitting on the counter. The younger was once again preparing him hangover soup.

Sigh.

Last night, when Arin was convinced and left after having a light conversation (heck, Beomgyu's concentration was fully occupied by the redhead in front him, so he doesn't even remember what they were talking about), Taehyun had brought Beomgyu to his apartment safely. He vaguely remembered the younger helping him untie his shoes, brush his teeth and then tucking him to bed.

And the first thing he saw when he woke up and came out of his room was Taehyun working in his kitchen. The younger had only smiled at him which Beomgyu "pretended" to ignore and silently took a seat at the counter, and suddenly all he could only think about was the nickname Taehyun had used last night — and how his mouth looked like while doing so.

"Is there something on my face?" Taehyun's question brought Beomgyu back to reality, and then only he realized how shamelessly he was staring at the other.

"Huh! Why would I stare at your face?" Beomgyu snickered.

"But I didn't say you were staring. I just asked if there was something on my face." Taehyun looked away with a sheen of pink coating his cheeks.

Beomgyu's eyes widened.

How embarrassing!

He cleared his throat, and averted the topic. "Yaa! Don't act smart with me!"

Taehyun chuckled as a response, placing the hangover soup before the older. "This is the second time I'm taking care of your post-drunk self. You better thank me."

"You're obligated to do such things because I'm paying you." Beomgyu rolled his eyes, taking a spoonful of the soup — his eyes shutting in content. Taehyun was a nice cook, he'd have to admit that much.

"I'd do anything for you even if you weren't paying." The younger muttered.

"What? What did you just say?"

Taehyun shook his head with a soft smile, and gestured Beomgyu to finish up his soup while he arranged the prepared breakfast. The older tilted his head, he wasn't sure if he heard the words right, or alcohol was still messing with his mind. Whatever it was, he shrugged it off.

"But what are you doing here early in the morning!?" Beomgyu asked, before realizing something. "Yaa! How did you even get in!?"

Taehyun gave a look of disbelief, before sighing and reaching inside his pocket to take out a small key and hold it in front of the older's face.

"Do you remember now?"

Recollections of the memory from last night made its way to the back of his head, a deep shade of red painting his cheeks.

"Taehyun-ah, don't go!" Beomgyu mumbled, suddenly gripping the younger's wrist after he was put on to the bed.

"Hyung... I've to go to work—" Taehyun pondered if Beomgyu would understand his reason, considering the situation. The older wasn't too drunk, more like tired and sleepy. So, he shook his head. "I can't stay the night here."

"Please... Stay with me." Beomgyu pleaded, the crack in his voice too clear, which made Taehyun even sadder.

"I promise I'll be back tomorrow as early as possible."