Coming home in a rush as he threw all his notes on the floor, locked his door and sat on the hard ground. Beomgyu didn't even mind the fact that he was still wearing his school uniform. All he could think of was how to divide his notes to make a song out of it.
It took him an hour of brainstorming and reviewing until he finally figured out how to divide it all: one song per lesson. He had to paraphrase it again to make it shorter than as it is, put some rhymes too so it would at least won't sound that bad.
After all the revisions he made, he then started on the first lesson, inserting some already existing melody he randomly created in his head a long time ago, just stuck in his memory bank so he could perhaps use it in the future, and finally, was used for a greater purpose. He needn't any finalization since it's just for his notes, he can't really invest that much on one song since he has tons more left on his hands.
He finally finished the first lesson for his social studies and tried singing it out loud to himself. Not bad, Beomgyu's final assessment. It didn't sound as stupid as he thought it would be so he tried to sing it repeatedly a few times and at last! Something finally worked!
Now he kind of gets why people make nursery rhymes for babies and kids. It's way easier to memorize things and it is much more convenient for younger people, and Beomgyu believes that his brain capacity is the same with toddlers, sometimes his comprehension too.
Don't underestimate kids, they are way better at memorizing than adults, these little spawn of devils are amazing in their own way.
He now memorizes every single word he incorporated in his newly made academic-purposed song. And so, he concluded, Beomgyu's gonna stick with this.
The process of doing it is fun for him, there is no much difference when he makes real music, except for the sense and purpose of it of course, but the point is, Taehyun was right. He just needed a little love from what he was doing.
He continued making music out of his notes, a bit thankful to his memory bank for having so many stocked melodies. Trash melodies or not, he would definitely use it. One song per lesson, several songs per subject until he made so much, he swears he can already perform a whole concert using these songs as his setlist.
Beomgyu spent the rest of his night doing god's work and he immediately told the younger how it actually worked the next day. He's so enthusiastic that even Taehyun couldn't help but praise him for doing great and for being consistent with his effort despite the fact that studying is Beomgyu's mortal enemy.
It was a big progress for him and Beomgyu thinks he can cram all these in a week, now that Hyuka offered his help on making more melodies as helping hands are always better, they said. It was a lot more fun doing it with someone, Kai even brought his guitar one time just to make it with him and as an auditory learner he is, the songs helped him a lot too.
The days went fast and the final examination for their first semester also passed like a blur. All Beomgyu remembered that day was how nervous he was on taking the exam and that was the first time he felt that way towards a test. He once never cared, but now he cares a lot.
And you thought you'll be free after taking it but the result will always hold you off from celebrating. Knowing Beomgyu's personality, he'll be the one to initiate the celebration, but the time where they actually survived the examination week, he couldn't help but not enjoy their mini party.
Sure he was there too in Hyuka's room with the others, the coffee table filled with snacks that they like, yet Beomgyu couldn't afford to take a breather. He had probably adapted Taehyun's overthinking skills. He wasn't even that eager to win the bet, he just wanted to prove something to the others, or rather, prove something to himself.
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Abscond || Taegyu
FanfictionKang Taehyun is perfect. He is the child everyone wants to have. He has the looks, charisma, intelligence, riches, and personality- a life that is almost perfect in any way. But how can a person actually say that he has one hell of an ideal life? If...
