My Ideal Type Is Kang Taehyun | TaeGyu

Apologizing isn't that hard

He rubbed his forehead because of the headache.

One hour had passed since he reached home, and set his canvas and paint brushes in the living room to relieve stress.

Beomgyu didn't know what he was painting, hadn't planned it out beforehand. Hence, it was a mess that he was making, just like his mind right now.

There was a slight knock on his main door but he chose to ignore it even though it became louder. He wasn't in the mood.

So, he went back to what he was doing. The brush between his fingers glided along the way and painted the empty spot with red. He was satisfied how the shade turned out, as a result, he let a small smile tug on his lips.

In this world full of chaos, only art had the ability to calm him.

Speaking of which, suddenly it was oddly calm. He looked over to the main door only to realize the knockings were gone. Snickering, he wondered why this person was knocking instead of ringing the bell but whatever, he wasn't in a state of mind to think all that.

*Click*

Before Beomgyu could process, the door gaped and Taehyun was inside the apartment in a flash.

"Yaa! How dare you break into my place?" He yelled, glaring at the boy as he sprang up from the couch.

Taehyun sighed, his posture calm as always. "Hyung, if your anger has subdued then how about we talk and—"

"Get out!" The older huffed, falling back into his couch while facing away from the scarlet-haired male. "There is nothing to talk about!"

Taehyun walked to him, placing himself right before the older as he sat on the floor. "But we tried our best."

"We?" Beomgyu hissed at the younger, scoffing pettily as he prattled on, "Seemed like I was the only one playing the game! I had trusted you with the arm wrestling game. If only you could secure those five points, I would've won. I would've shown Soobin that I'm better than him. Yeonjun would've already come back to me. He would've apologised by now for leaving me. But look what happened! I'm the loser, and who do you think is to blame? You, Kang Taehyun! You!"

"But that was the only game I lost." Taehyun frowned. "I gave my best and almost broke my arm for you, hyung. And besides, we still could've won if only you hadn't...."

His voice came out quieter at the last words but loud enough to catch Beomgyu off-guard. He whipped his head towards the younger to see a red hue covering his cheeks as he shyly avoided Beomgyu's gaze, worrying his lower lip between his teeth and a palm resting on the spot of his neck where Beomgyu had kissed earlier.

Clearing his throat, he jumped off the couch and walked away far from Taehyun so the latter wouldn't see how flushed he was, racking his brain to find anything to avert the attention from that topic. "You... I don't care if you break your arm or not. Just get treated with the money I've given you. But honestly, I wonder why I've paid you so much when you can't even win a simple arm wrestling!"

He breathed heavily, looking at the painting made by him hung on the kitchen wall. There was no response, so it made him kinda wary. He looked back at the living space where Taehyun was still sitting on the floor, only this time his head was low.

What's with him now?

"Choi Beomgyu." Taehyun leveled his eyes with Beomgyu, making the older's breath hitch. "Come here," he ordered, jerking his head before him.

"Why should I?"

"Come here right now, or I'll spill all your paints without hesitation!" Taehyun warned him, lifting the tray where the pots of different colors were arranged nicely. Gone were the soft hazel eyes, replaced by a cold stare.