My Ideal Type Is Kang Taehyun | TaeGyu

Candlelight dinners are romantic asf

"Hyung!" Taehyun called louder.

Snapped back to reality, Beomgyu responded, "Uh?"

"My finger is okay now."

It was the next morning and although Taehyun insisted there was no need, Beomgyu was persistent to put on a bandage around the younger's pinky when he saw the scarlet-haired making breakfast with his injury. Apparently, according to him, Taehyun was negligent about himself. And all Taehyun could do was sit there prettily while letting Beomgyu take care of him.

Beomgyu's classes will be over later than usual. Days like these, he'd wonder where he should go with his friends for dinner. But today, especially right now, he was wondering how the things would be between them if he had been braver to actually take one more step further both during the game and in the café (read: what it'd be like to kiss him senseless). Even thinking about that made his mouth water.

"Hyung, are you still dozing off?"

Right. I'm just dozing off, nothing else. Beomgyu finally looked away from Taehyun's lips, shaking his head to finally leave the younger's hand and get back to his udon noodles.

"Ahh, hyung?" Taehyun asked after a minute, already enjoying his food. "There are a lot of vegetables which are about to rot soon, and some other ingredients nearing their expiry dates. What should I do about those?"

Beomgyu pondered for a moment before a thought crossed his mind, and his cheeks warmed up.

"Why don't you make use of those and make something, I don't know, a fancy dinner? I mean, it's been years since I've last had homemade food and I'm not running to those cheap food carts. So, can you do that for me?"

Beomgyu's voice contained a glint of sadness in contrast to the hope in his eyes. But Taehyun didn't need those to keep the request, and so he nodded,

"I don't have classes today, and yours finish after 6. I have something to do so I'll go and be back first, and then get to cook. You can take your time to think and tell me what you want to eat specifically."

Beomgyu shrugged. "I'm very picky with food but my mother makes sure to not send me anything I won't eat. So, you can cook whatever you like with the things you find in my fridge."

Taehyun made a mental note, nodding. He looked up to see the older still staring at him.

"Do you have anything else to say to me?"

"Nuh," Beomgyu replied before finishing his meal in a hurry and picking his bag to already leave. He highly doubted he wouldn't try anything funny if he stayed longer.

"See you later—" Before Taehyun could complete, the door closed with a quick slam.

Taehyun waited for a few seconds, staring at the closed door before heaving out a deep sigh. He hid his head between his arms against the table, trying to calm his fast breath. He then peeked up before sitting properly and patting a hand on his chest.

Inhale and exhale. Taehyun told himself. It might sound weird but he's noticed that after the apology scene, Beomgyu has been staring for a bit too long at him. He used to do it before too but now he does it more...openly.

At first, Taehyun thought he was being delusional, then he started to notice Beomgyu's intense gaze at his lips, and the way Beomgyu's Adam's apple would jiggle while doing so, it always managed to topple Taehyun's calm facade.

He patted his cheeks as they were fuming up red at the mere thought, shaking his head to not get his hopes too high.

Beomgyu wasn't interested in him, he knew it clearly. So he couldn't go on carrying those useless thoughts with him which would only break his heart.