my gyu || taegyu

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~ monday, 07:25 / university ~

it was now another week without beomgyu back in university. he felt very lonely. sure, him and huening kai have a few scheduled class together, but it wasn't the same whenever he's with beomgyu. there was no idiot annoying him at any possible things that could annoy him.

ding!

—
gyu♡

; *photo attached*
; finish the heart (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

*sent attachment* >

; yey! :D
; thank yooooouuuuu

how are you feeling? >
have you eat something? >

; yee
; mom was with me and we ate together
; also, i'm feeling a bit lonely here
; but i'm doing alright :)

would it make you feel better if i were to come by together? :) >

; eeeh?
; are you sure?
; i don't really want to get in the way :/
; since you know
; you don't like being interrupted went you're doing something
; and i know well that you're not comfortable changing your routine (⁠˘⁠･⁠_⁠･⁠˘⁠)

gyu >
it's fine >
i'm willing to do anything for you >

; that's
; so
; cheesy
; lmao

shut up >

; :P

btw >
is there something you want me to bring later on? >

; hmmmm....

canelés? >

; canelés! :D

alright then >
i'll talk to you later >
the prof is here >
love you :) >

; love you toooooooo <333333333333

—

how sweet.

“alright, please sit beside your assigned partner and began your work!” the prof announced.

“hello there kang taehyun!”

taehyun turns on his side and finds a girl sitting beside. how dare she sit on beomgyu's spot- taehyun brain! shut up!

“it's me! seo hyeju”

taehyun just nodded, trying to not talk to her as much as he could. he'd admit, she's pretty. but not in a way where he was attracted to her. besides, taehyun wouldn't want someone who's very self-absorbed and full of themselves. well- yes, beomgyu would sometimes be the most annoying idiot who got the privilege to breathe, but at least beomgyu was tolerable.

boyfriend privilege if he does say so himself.

“what happened to the guy who is always by your side?” hyeju asks, turning her gaze on taehyun — the way she looks at him makes taehyun uncomfortable, feeling as if there was something crawling under his skin, “beomhan? bom- bomyu? what was his name again?”