Eight Letters / Taegyu; Until the End

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you know me the best

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there he was. in all of his effortless glory. my best friend since possibly the beginning of time.
or at least it seems that way.

"good morning bestie!"

"if you say bestie one more time i swear your vocal chords ; gone."

"okay okay calm down. seven am and you are already feisty."

"rawr."

he laughed and placed down his tray next to mine which displayed the array of a perfect example of inedible. the two of us never really ate the food that we got in line. it was more a pity purchase because nobody ate the lunch lady's horrible food and we felt bad for her. 

and it wasn't like our own money was being wasted. our parents were happy we were eating responsibly instead of skipping lunch and drinking alcohol on the rooftop like all the lowlifes did. so they kept our lunch account full of money to satisfy their hopes of us being good kids. 

on top of that, i think it made them feel just a tiny bit better letting them think they actually were worth a shit as parents.

"my house tonight? my parents are gone again and i'm sick of being all by myself."
"sure, sounds good. my parents are gone too."

"hey that sounds like something to drink to."

we pretended to make a toast and took a drink of the strange milk flavor they had in the cafeteria this morning.
the two of us visibly gagging and laughing in return at the....unique beverage.

"i swear sometimes i question if they poison this shit."

i shook my head and stood up from the table to dump my tray. my backpack slung over my shoulders with it's pin-covered straps. i waved goodbye to my best friend as i walked out of the cafeteria slipping in my earbuds.

"bye taehyun-ah!"

i heard over the small chatter and the intro of my favorite song that started to play softly in my headphones along with the soft tap of each footstep i took in my baby blue converse.

i can't see him as i walk away towards my first class. but i know, from prior experience. that he is waving with his hand up so high he could touch the ceiling it seems. at least it seems that way when you feel like the whole world is looking at the two of you.

he is doing that stupid face that he always does where he smiles and laughs like an idiot and makes it seem as though our visit with one another has made his whole day better.

he is going to take a picture of me walking to class in my color-coordinated outfit that would seem weird in style to most other guys. he's going to post it on his story with the caption 'day whatever number it is now' and tag me so i can see it. 

so i can see his attempt at hyping up my outfit because he knows even though i feel so sickeningly confident in my 'un-masculine' tops and mom jeans, i still deep down hold that painful insecurity that it may not look as good to other people as it does to me.

his stupid little morning routine. 

why is it stupid you may ask?

in reality it's not as stupid as i may lead you to think. 

but to me it's the stupidest thing in the world. 

because he's a stupid fucking kid.

because he's a stupid fucking kid named choi beomgyu, 

and he's the stupid fucking love of my life.

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