"Why did you ask me to come with you?" Beomgyu asked him again with a low voice. It was still questionable for him, they weren't friends. Yeonjun had to hold back his smile.
"Because you don't ask these kinds of questions." It was partially true.
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Through the aisles echoed the ceaseless noise of a locker being kicked over and over again in beat with the music played through the earphones. Looking at his phone, Yeonjun knew that the recess would soon start and with a grin on his face, he chose the song he was going to listen to next.
Slowly, students came out of the classrooms and Yeonjun pushed himself away from the locker he was leaning onto and walked along the hallway and up the stairs, leading to the second floor. He was walking at the same speed as the music that played through his ears, feeling as if Donovan was right inside his head, personally telling Yeonjun to pick up every stitch.
When he got to the classroom, Yeonjun straight up walked through the door, immediately knowing where his target was, and put his hands on the desk to casually prop himself up. With a grin on his face, he watched the boy intently writing on his work paper without looking up from it.
"Lost touch with reality?" Yeonjun asked him, teasing his busy gaze. Beomgyu stopped writing down his homework and met Yeonjun's eyes through his round glasses. He looked at him with a rather confused look than an amused one, wondering why Choi Yeonjun was approaching him all of a sudden despite them not interacting with each other very often.
"Why that face, Beomgyu? Surprised by my handsomeness?" Beomgyu had to gulp at that quietly, Yeonjun not noticing his flustered response.
"Do you want my homework again?" Beomgyu asked in return, still questioning Yeonjun's appearance in front of his desk.
"No, not this time. More like an invitation for you."
"Invitation?" What does that mean?
Yeonjun's grin grew bigger.
"An invitation to an adventure." Yeonjun's eyes lit up when he thrillingly and exaggeratedly worded his sentence, expectantly waiting for a less confused look on Beomgyu's face. But he only looked at him dumbfounded.
"What?"
"A road trip. You and me and the music in my phone. It will be fun!"
"Why me?" Beomgyu couldn't read Yeonjun's intentions from his face nor could he think of a possible reason for him to exclusively ask Beomgyu to go on a road trip with him. They were only classmates, nothing more than a quick talk about the homework they had to do because Yeonjun could never concentrate in class properly, and that's it.
"Because..." Yeonjun began and leaned his head closer to Beomgyu's who only looked at him questionable.
"You have an amazing taste in music. A good companion for a road trip needs good music, perfectly fitting for a journey inside a car, and you, classmate, are the perfect candidate for that."