My Ideal Type Is Kang Taehyun | TaeGyu

Cute things deserve kisses

The competition went on smoothly, and the couples kept getting evicted at the end of each task.

They had completed the twister (thankfully, Beomgyu and Taehyun didn't end up in the weirdest possible position as some even had to topple over their partner lol), the ball passing game where they had to simply discard one bucket of balls into another within a fixed distance, the skipping game where they had to jump together and not fall, the hula-hoop game where they had to simultaneously secure the most points, the game where they had to untangle a long earphone and put them in each of their ears, the chess game and the puzzle-solving game in which Taehyun had managed to win effortlessly.

Through all these games and tasks Beomgyu realized that Taehyun wasn't only smart but also athletic. All the hard-working games together couldn't make the boy tired, whereas Beomgyu - the one whose idea it was in the first place - was already hyperventilating.

It was already evening and their hands were still joined, shaky and numb. Not that Beomgyu complained, he liked the delicate feeling of the younger's slender fingers between his.

But every time the thought crossed his mind, he shook his head to send them back to the pit of his mind.

Currently, the task they were doing was something they had the privilege to choose the concept between their own majors. Meaning Taehyun and Beomgyu could choose a task only between a Chemistry related game or an Art related.

"The art task must be easier than chemistry one. Let me handle this!" Beomgyu had proudly flaunted and sat on the stool which was paired with a canvas, ignoring the flask filled table where perhaps he had to participate with Taehyun in making some weird chemical reactions about which he had zero knowledge.

He looked over at Yeonjun's and realized they'd chosen the dance-related task instead of psychology. Most probably they had to show as many dance forms as they could in the given time. They were even done with jazz and preparing for ballroom dance.

He hadn't expected Soobin to dance that way, but then again, he's Yeonjun's boyfriend. Of course, the older would teach him.

"Beomgyu hyung! What are you doing!?" Taehyun's words forced him to tear his gaze from the couple as he faced the boy in front of him.

He knew It was supposed to be uncomfortable, to be very honest. Having someone holding your hand and the same person seated in front of you, for you to make a sketch of them. But somehow it wasn't.

Taehyun had nicely brought his own chair closer to Beomgyu's, so his hand wouldn't be stretched out too much. Beomgyu hadn't expressed it verbally but it was starting to hurt, and Taehyun might've sensed it so as Beomgyu started to stroke his pencil against the canvas, Taehyun massaged up the older's arm to relieve tension.

Beomgyu sighed, shaking his head and getting back to his work done. He sketched out Taehyun's eyes beautifully but he knew he wouldn't be able to capture the warmth in them, his nose, his jaw, and even his lips.

Just the moment he was done, Lia announced, "Okay, stop stop. The time's up."

They, with hands still linked, stood up and away from their task zone as Lia came to judge everyone's tasks.

"You did a nice job, hyung." Taehyun complimented, his eyes admiring the sketch.

This is the first time I've sketched a real person, Beomgyu wanted to say but instead ended up saying, "I could've done a better job if it was oil pastel. That's my specialty."

Taehyun let out a chuckle. "No one has ever made me something like this, so you can say I'd love it either way."

Beomgyu let a smile play on his lips at those words. If he was being honest, it put him at ease to know that Taehyun actually liked it, although he knew it wasn't the best he could give.