My Ideal Type Is Kang Taehyun | TaeGyu

What goes around surely comes around

"Don't just keep staring from here and go talk to him, idiot!"

Beomgyu turned to his side to see Taehyung standing beside him in the balcony, and watching over the group of boys exercising according to his fiancé's instructions on the yard.

"What do you mean!?" Beomgyu turned back, his undivided attention to the scarlet-haired boy who was doing almost every exercise without Jungkook's assistance, a proud smile tugging up his lips, and then a sigh escaping.

"The way you keep sighing while looking at him, tells me it's a lover's quarrel." Taehyung shrugged before propping his elbows in the railing to cup his cheeks and smile dreamily at Jungkook.

"It's not really a lover's quarrel." Beomgyu pouted, hiding the blush.

"So that means I'm right! Something has happened." Taehyung this time tilted his head in amusement, looking at Beomgyu. "Is it because of last night's dinner?"

Aaah, last night's dinner... How could Beomgyu forget that?

It's said that what goes around, comes around. Beomgyu wouldn't be lying if he said that he didn't think last night's situation was karma's doing.

Because he, as an arrogant kid, had done pretty much similar things to everyone including Jungkook in the past, completely ignoring Taehyung's feelings.

The elders had told them to eat ahead, as they still had to discuss some wedding stuff. Ryujin slowly cleared her throat, as the waitresses went away after serving their meal.

"Taehyun-ssi." She called just when she noticed the boy trying to figure out how to eat the stuff he was given, proceeding to examine with his hands. The said male looked up from the dish, and Beomgyu too.

"You've never eaten steak and Cabernet Sauvignon red wine, have you? No, actually you've never seen them, right?"

A wave of uncomfortable silence passed through the dinner table as everyone looked back and forth at Ryujin and Taehyun, who were seated right in the opposite of the other.

The scarlet-haired shortly glanced at Beomgyu beside him before biting his lips, and shaking his head.

"Guessed so~" Ryujin giggled. "You see, you can eat as much as you want. After this we will be served tuna belly with seasoned soy sauce and crispy snapoli. But the most amazing part is the caviar. I suggest you eat to your fullest as you might not—"

"What do you think you're doing right now?" Beomgyu interrupted with a sharp tone, giving away his annoyance.

Ryujin moved her highlighted blue bangs away from her eyes, cutting a generous piece of her steak and savoring it in her mouth.

"Using hands to eat steak is not a very classy," She innocently shrugged. "I'm just showing him how to do it."

"No one asked you to!" Beomgyu glared at the female as he tossed away his fork, causing the metal to clink against the wooden table while tearing an uneven piece of his own steak and chewing it up. "Besides, if we want to, we will eat steak with our hands. And if you find it uncomfortable, blindfold yourself."

Ryujin scoffed. "I'm only helping you, Beomgyu-ah! Aren't you the fussbudget who only dates the epitome of perfection? Isn't it embarrassing for you to sit with someone who doesn't have the least table manners?"

"YAA!" Beomgyu harshly stood up, raising his tone, his chair screeching against the squeaky clean marble floor. He would've crushed Ryujin's blue head by any minute then, and served it to the smurf's village if not the hand tugging on his wrist.