My Ideal Type Is Kang Taehyun | TaeGyu

People should live to satisfy their curiosity

"Beomgyu hyung, you wait here. I'll be back."

Three days. It had been three days since they had the talk about moving on in a healthy way. Beomgyu had refused to go out or even communicate with anyone, demanding only Taehyun to stay by his side. It would've proved to be a great problem if not for the mid-term exam week. So Taehyun had the older accompanying him everywhere.

Even in the library.

Now Beomgyu wasn't a complete dunce, it's just his subject didn't require him to; that he rarely found himself BHU library during his three academic years. As Taehyun went to return his borrowed books back, Beomgyu took his time to explore the area.

He walked and kept admiring the fancy interior until he heard something—someone, actually no, he heard two voices coming from the behind of the shelves.

Like the curious boy he is, Beomgyu walked a bit forward and turned the corner to see the least expected scene unfold before him;

Soobin had Yeonjun cornered against the shelves, with his hands clasped behind his waist to hold him close as their mouths moved in a lewd manner. Beomgyu's jaw dropped, he took a step back and stumbled when Soobin groped Yeonjun's ass and deepened their kiss.

He couldn't but cover his mouth, and skip as far as he could.

No lingering feelings, but they had spent some good times together. And it was still indigestible to him that although he was the one who spent more time with the pink-haired, Soobin got everything way before asking.

To be honest; It frustrated him, it got on his nerves.

And so, he found himself hidden behind a shelf of the romantic-poetry section, which also the farthest and quietest corner so none could reach him, crouching down and covering his ears to block out all kinds of sound in the already silent library.

But did he find peace? No.

Well, he did when he heard a certain voice nearing him.

"Beomgyu hyung?"

The raven-haired looked up to meet the doe-eyes, staring with a worrisome gaze at him. Taehyun needn't hear what had happened, given Beomgyu's teary eyes. He just sat beside the older and sighed.

"It's okay, you have my shoulder."

"How did you know?" Beomgyu asked, sniffling.

"About what?" Taehyun raised an eye-brow, "How did you end up here or how do I know that you need my shoulder?"

The older chuckled, "Both."

Taehyun let out a breathy laugh. "I suddenly noticed you weren't there, so I just kept checking wherever I could, and about you," He placed his thumbs to wipe off the semi-dry tears that streamed down the older's face, keeping the rest of his eight fingers on the either sides right near his jaw to hold him gently. "I can tell when you are sad."

Beomgyu blinked twice, gone were the tears and now his cheeks were flushed. Thankfully, he could tell himself it was because of crying earlier. There was always something in Taehyun's eyes that had him captivated, and he knew it was dangerous for his heart.

Yet, he liked to keep looking and looking. As if they were the universe — the most fascinating subject for the artist within him.

Taehyun cleared his throat, tensing up when he realized that the older was again staring too intensely. He subtly tried but failed in an attempt to pull his hands away when Beomgyu placed his own pair on top of his.

"H–Hyung..."

The scarlet-haired was left speechless when they were back at it for the umpteenth time; the weird wordless game of their eyes, only to be stopped by the abrupt footsteps stumbling behind them.