Love is not in the equation | Taegyu

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𝐺𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠

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Depictions of the rich in movies and dramas were no exaggeration; Beomgyu had learnt first hand. The only thing that was far fetched in films was that the rich do not eat "commoner's" food. That was not true.

Sense of superiority? Luxury? Corruption and embezzlement? Toxicity and prejudice? All those soap operas described in dramas were real. Maybe not all riches are the same, for some prefer to live honestly, but at some point and for certain aspects, they're all the same.

It was an eye opener for Beomgyu, an 18 turning 19 years old boy, who's innocent as a lamb and pure as snow. Untainted and unsullied.

And the person who introduced him to this blighted world that's vastly different from his own, is none other than Kang Taehyun, a same aged boy who believes that he knows it all.

Beomgyu still remembers their first encounter vividly. It was something he could never forget, for the chandeliers shone so brightly and the captivating shimmers of gowns and sparkling water were deeply etched into his memory, impossible to remove like a stubborn stain on a pure white table.

Among the lavishly dressed guests of the graduating students, Beomgyu was dressed in a simple white shirt with a pilling cheap black knitted vest he shared with his twin, paired with the most modest black jeans and a pair of grey dirtied sneakers that was supposed to be white. The other invited guests wore proper suits and beautiful dazzling dresses, so Beomgyu stood out like a sore thumb with his family nowhere near him.

Beomgyu was too fixated on the display of never seen before food that he lost his family to the crowd of people in the hall. As he scanned through the vicinity, trying to spot his family, he came to realise that- hey, maybe it was alright to spend some time alone with some food for himself. He could look for them later, or they'd find him eventually.

Beomgyu isn't particularly clingy, nor does he have much fear of judgement and scrutinity. Brushing off the occasional looks thrown his way, he decided to grab a plate of food, intending to try out the small pieces of differently shaped and flavoured bread and the small sized cakes. Honestly, it would be a lie if he didn't care for the stares he was receiving, or his self consciousness that was slowly rooting in. But Beomgyu believed that ignorance is bliss, that ignoring could only make himself comfortable. So instead of paying attention to them, he disregarded them and tried to tame the rapid beating of his heart in order to savour the delicacy on his plate.

It worked. Because soon, he found himself forgetting the looks he had been getting ever since he entered the venue, having completely blocked off everyone's voices as well. It gave him a little confidence, and Beomgyu is someone who gets over things rather quickly... Or more like he forgets things way too easily. Thus, he had been enjoying the mini fruit cakes and tarts, humming to himself contentedly whenever a new wave of flavours hits his tongue, his eyes lighting up in wonder at every bite.

His small bubble came bursting however, when a graduating student stood beside him, gazing down at the assortment of candies that Beomgyu had set his eyes on.

Strong. That was the first word that came to Beomgyu's mind when he first felt his presence before he even took a look at his face. The student's presence was so strong that Beomgyu felt small standing next to him, like a munchkin kitten beside a big fearful lion. It's funny because Beomgyu's technically taller than him, but he felt so insignificant at that moment. Not only was his presence powerful, the student carried some grace and eloquence in his aura.