idol | taegyu

his walls.

beomgyu never knew it was possible for an apple to hurt so much.

also, taehyun had such good aim, beomgyu became more whipped. how was he so perfect at everything he does?

"get out of my house, you pervert!" said taehyun

beomgyu blinked.

p....ervert?

before beomgyu could dwell on it any further, taehyun picked something else from the mess on the ground, and boy, this was far more deadly.

taehyun was holding a metal showpiece that could literally end beomgyu's life.
"wait, it's me beomgyu. i was there at the fansign...umm, your new bodyguard?" said beomgyu.

taehyun didn't drop the weapon (yes, it's a weapon) but narrowed his eyes even more at beomgyu.

"bodyguard eh?" said taehyun, "makes me want to throw this even more."

beomgyu's eyes widened. yes, dying at the hands of his idol was something he had asked for (flashback to the times where beomgyu was simping and literally said, "kill me") but he was too young!

"don't kill me. um, i'm a nice person?"

"sure. a nice person doesn't come to someone else's house uninvited."

beomgyu rolled his eyes and then gasped. did he just roll his eyes at his idol? the love of his life? something must've really gone wrong with him.

"listen, taehyun. i have signed a contract and i promise i'll serve you very diligently." said beomgyu. he could feel his temper levels rise but he had to keep them down. there was no way he was losing his self-control in front of his idol.

"was the contract made with my permission? no. so fuck off."

beomgyu looked at him in disbelief. he was older than taehyun so yes, those words deeply offended him.

for real, he didn't expect taehyun to be like this. what happened to the sweet dear idol he admired?

"taehyun listen, i'm here to help you."

"fuck off, you asshole," he said, throwing the metal piece.

and that was the end of beomgyu's patience.

he luckily caught the flying metal before it hit him and walked inside the house. he didn't care if he was invited or not.

he walked towards taehyun and grabbed his hand, pulled him, and seated him on a nearby chair. beomgyu could see the shock and confusion on taehyun's face. beomgyu was far too angry to care.

"listen taehyun-ssi," started beomgyu, his hands placed on taehyun's bare shoulders. if beomgyu wasn't angry he probably wouldn't have even dared to do this but he had to. taehyun was no cooperating.

"i believe you are under moa entertainment and yeonjun is your manager. when you signed your contract with the company you must've known that you always don't get what you want. and yeonjun is your manager and he appointed me. so, at this point, i'm going to stay here no matter what you say, understood me?"

beomgyu started into taehyun's eyes. he could see anger in them and beomgyu knew that taehyun could anger in his eyes too.

"understood me?" asked beomgyu with more emphasis.

taehyun looked down, accepting defeat. "yes."

beomgyu removed his hands from taehyun's shoulder and smiled, "that's good and one more thing, since i am older than you i would appreciate it if you used honorifics and not speak so rudely to me."

beomgyu walked out of the house to get his things. he couldn't believe what he had just done.

did he just kabe-don his favorite idol on a chair?

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taehyun had to admit, he was surprised. he didn't expect beomgyu to suddenly get angry which scared and angered at him at the same time.

who the hell was beomgyu to tell him what to do? beomgyu was nothing but just some fan of his who he particularly disliked. it frustrated him that beomgyu was also a fan of his at the same time. it was like in that aspect he was bound by ropes. he couldn't really do anything to beomgyu.

but he could drive beomgyu out. drive beomgyu nuts to the point where he willingly quits the job and gives up on trying to reform him.
sorry beomgyu, but you need to go.

taehyun didn't need anyone in his life. people who worried for him and cared for him, he didn't want those people.

they all disappoint him in the end anyways.

taehyun's wall was standing strong and no one was going to break it, or so he thought.

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the time was 10:32 pm. office ended at 10:00 but yeonjun had some extra work to do so he decided to stay back.
it really didn't feel much different than any other day since he always worked till 12:00 am.

things were really stressing him out. taehyun had been booked for an interview for a certain time slot but around 1 hour ago, yeonjun got a call from a famous interviewer saying he wanted to interview taehyun. however, both the interview time slots clashed and yeonjun was at a loss on what do.

he heard a ping on his phone.

yeji : i wore a little something special for you~~

yeonjun : whut

yeji : ...what are you doing?

yeonjun : working?

yeji : it's past your worktime

yeonjun : yeah, but i have some extra work

yeji : so you won't come home tonight

yeonjun : no, not unitl 12:00

yeji : i wonder why the hell am i even dating you.

yeonjun : yeji...

yeji : fuck you, you can't even make time for me. what kind of boyfriend are you? the yeonjun i fell in love with was completely different from you.

yeonjun : im the same yeji

yeji : no, you're not. i'm going for a smoke. i need to clear my head. happy working

yeonjun : baby :(

yeonjun put his phone down and held his forehead. a splitting pain in his head caused him to yelp slightly. he took the cream that taehyun's fan had given him and rubbed it on his forehead giving him instant relief.

he looked at the card on his table.

a bunny cafe, huh?

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