Love is not in the equation | Taegyu

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𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 "𝑖𝑡" 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑠

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Every free and gentle stroke performed on the empty cartridge paper felt certain and definite, yet they created such vague marks with unsure undertones, blurring the line between freedom and confinement.

Beomgyu had his pretty eyes glued to the artist's dominant hand, watching how his veins would pop out slightly when he flexed, or how he could trace the outline of his metacarpals because of how thin his hand was. He watched intently as the slender fingers unwrapped themselves from the shortened pencil, now reaching for a kneaded eraser.

"What do you do if a customer abuses his consumer position and berates you?"

"Huh?" Beomgyu's wide warm eyes shot up to meet the artist's hard cold ones, just noticing that the other had long stopped sketching and was instead staring at him. 

Swallowing, Beomgyu slowly took in Taehyun's looks, his mind had yet to register the question directed at him. 

The silver haired boy was undoubtedly one of the most good looking people Beomgyu had ever seen. And he had always known that ever since their first meeting at the graduation ceremony. Sharp features, a strong presence, confident aura... Beomgyu's gaze wandered to his lips. It was the very same lips that had caressed his more than once the past week. Beomgyu still didn't know how he felt about kisses, but they weren't half bad... he reckoned. The kisses they had shared so far were gentle and soft, nothing close to those heated make out sessions he once watched online. What he didn't understand was the purpose of them. What does Taehyun gain from their kisses? It wasn't love that they had between them. 

Beomgyu blinked, his brows furrowing at the sudden thought and judgment of Taehyun. Taehyun is weird and strange. Not literally. Maybe only to Beomgyu because he could never figure out Taehyun's motives. He never knew what the other boy was thinking about. Beomgyu was pretty certain that Taehyun knew almost everything about him now, but he knew almost nothing about Taehyun. He is a mystery that Beomgyu was afraid to approach and solve. 

"Beomgyu." 

"Y-yes?" the long haired boy finally snapped out of his internal turmoil.

"My eyes are up here" Taehyun said, an amused hum following right after when Beomgyu visibly turned red with embarrassment. 

"S-sorry... I didn't catch what you asked" Biting down on his lower lip, Beomgyu covered his red ears with his hands, clearly ashamed of his own behaviour. 

Taehyun didn't seem to have a problem repeating his question as he tore the piece of paper from the sketchbook. 

"I should apologise?" Beomgyu answered unsurely. 

"But you did nothing wrong. You have nothing to apologise for. Unreasonable behaviours from customers should be condemned and not tolerated. Apologising would only give them more of a reason to criticise you. Never say the word 'sorry' to them. However, that doesn't mean that you should confront them. You should try to calm them down first and report to your manager afterwards" Taehyun passed the paper over to Beomgyu. 

Looking down at the drawing of a maple tree he had requested Taehyun to draw for him, the long haired boy nodded in acknowledgement, eyes glued to the simple but yet stunning piece of art.