Smile for Me // Choi Beomgyu

Gray Zone

Beomgyu's head was buzzing - he rolled his shoulders back, tapping the top of his head as if that would steady the thoughts racing inside. You liked him back - and yet this didn't make him feel more sure of who/what you were to each other.

Were you friends or were you dating? He hoped for the latter but he wasn't sure - he had texted you a simple hi with an array of different emojis and exclamation marks only to be left on delivered for the entire weekend.

"You're in my seat."

Beomgyu ignored Yeonjun's grumpy voice - what was the old man gonna do?

Yeonjun lightly smacked the side of Beomgyu's head causing the daydreaming boy to lull his head to the other side with a slight huff. Beomgyu waved his hand trying to dispel Yeonjun's attack.

Yeonjun plopped down beside the raven haired boy. He waited for his seat mates usual spill of phonetics - a constant roll of syllables, but today Beomgyu stayed silent.

"What's with you?" he asked precariously.

"Huh?" Beomgyu turned to face him and dear God did he look awful.

Beomgyu's usually bright eyes were hidden beneath purple eye bags with a glazed over and vacant stare. His hands must have been constantly running through his hairs as it looked completely wrecked. 

"Have some pride man!" Yeonjun cried, scooting forward to try and save Beomgyu's raven locks.

Beomgyu let the older boy move his hair with indifference, his eyes staring - waiting for you to walk through the door. Both anticipating and dreading seeing you come in.

Taehyun was sitting at the front of the class his head buried in a calculus textbook as the girls around him chattered and giggled away - glancing shyly in his direction at intervals.

Yeonjun was muttering about his ratty hair, something about shaving him bald if he was going to treat his hair so poorly.

The pink haired boy cried out as Beomgyu's hands flew up to smack them away from his hair, Yeonjun cradled his hands to his chest as Beomgyu's whole demeanour changed before his eyes. The once vacant eyes lit up as his hand lifted in a wave - it was as if the purple underage bags had slid off his face renewing his boyish aura.

Yeonjun turned - hands still held to his chest to see who was responsible for the boy's drastic recovery. He rolled his eyes unsurprised as you waved to Beomgyu - your eyes crinkling due to the smile planted on your lips. Beomgyu leant forward nearly toppling over in his chair causing Yeonjun and you to both burst out with a surprised laugh as Beomgyu blushed and righted himself with a flourish.

Beomgyu stared dreamily as you sat beside a hunched Taehyun - the studying boy didn't spare you one glance which made Beomgyu furrow his brows and grind his teeth, if you were beside him he would have made sure to given you the attention you deserve - who needs to study anyways?

Class passed by quickly as Beomgyu blocked out the teacher and stared either at you or the window. As soon as the teacher dismissed you all with a sigh - Beomgyu shot out of his seat ignoring the words that came from Yeonjun's direction.

He caught up to you at the doorway - or had you been waiting for him? The idea made his chest constrict. You smiled easily at him, "Hey-"

"Hello." he said cutting you off with his nerves - alright Beomgyu, he said to himself, let's calm down - let Y/n speak.

The hallways were bustling though, so trying to maneuver around the other kids while speaking proved too challenging - he saw your lips move as you separated to pass by a group of energetic boys but he couldn't hear what you'd said.

Once back by your side you stared up at him expectantly - he hadn't heard what you'd said though so he maintained a mute silence, which fell over the pair of you two. Awkward unbreakable silence, Beomgyu carefully picked up your hand and steered you away from the classroom.

You might have said something in protest but you followed willingly as Beomgyu strode down the crowded halls before shouldering a door open, pulling you both out into the crisp autumn air. He gulped down the sharp air, before smiling at you "Much better."

You raised your eyebrows at him a slight smirk on your lips before you could speak about Beomgyu's odd behaviour he decided to ask you what you'd said earlier in the hall.

"Oh! Right." you smiled as you meant against the brick wall, your hand still intertwined with Beomgyu's causing him to stumble onto the wall.

Beomgyu tried not to act like he was staring as you tilted your head to the side and scrunched your face, "I forgot what I said." you mumbled, laughing.

Beomgyu smiled reaching out to ruffle your hair - his hand stopped abruptly, his wrist and finger limp mid air. Heat was pushing towards his cheeks - okay Beomgyu let's take that hand out of the air, he said to himself, and yet his hand remained upright.

He looked at you with a nervous grin - his hand still up and waiting, you matched his nervous grin with a confused grin before reaching up and loosely entwining your other hand. 

You swung it down gracefully allowing the blood to flow back to his awkward fingers. "So," you said casually - ignoring the resounding bell that signified the start of class, "I guess we're skipping?" 

Beomgyu stared off into the yard - his eyes falling onto the street outside the school and the lack of people monitoring who came in or - more importantly - who came out. 

"Well, if we're gonna skip we might as well go all out." he said, trying for a causally cocky tone but giving more of a nervous whine. 

You smiled eye brows raised, indicating for him to take the lead. And so, he did - you matched his long strides as you made your way to the exit. Three steps, two steps and then one. At the last step you both turned to look over your shoulders but there was no one behind you - so with one final shrug you took your first official skipping step outside of the school grounds. 

"So, Mr.Rebel what now?" 

Beomgyu felt a smile spread over his lips as he sucked in his first breath as a free man. "Y/n are you dumb? Obviously we're getting ice cream first."