Blood Of My Angel || Taegyu

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"SHOW US WHAT YOU GOT'

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WARNING - vulgar language

English isn't MY first language!

I'm filipino.
So this may have some scenes
Dedicating to my culture's
Humor.

O N E

Choi Beomgyu

Black silky smooth trousers hanged up on the soft metal hanger, Sheels of water spraying on solid human skin,

Beomgyu hummed in time with the —
Water showering his wings. The liquid shampoo foaming in his black yet brown— long strands. The water was cool. Soft and was soothing for his body. His long slender fingers tangling and crossing out in his locks as he ruffled the shampoo out. Slavering the hot wet pool of water just right beneath him in tiny bubbles.

A small step out of the upright slanted floor separating the sink from the shower as the male swang the towel out of the bathroom towel holder. Running it through out his body and hair before it was all fresh. Soon, Beomgyu was now in his trousers. His brown long hair drying out with a blow dryer. Baggy t shirt with a band-mage. A series of dark bracelets and watches of his right hand.
Converse Chucking on his feet before he stood up and down to the mirror. Goddam. He looked good today.

And no one could deny that.

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Beomgyu stepped out of his dorm room along going with his dorm mate. Or else bandmate going by soobin.
Beomgyu decided to roll and go first. Eye Rolling at soobin before he walked down the stairs.

"Pre, Yeonjun looks like he's waiting for you." Teased beomgyu as he slapped soobin by the shoulder making soobin flush red. Shoes clicking up the wooden stair steps come yeonjun making beomgyu move to the side eyeing soobin with a sly smirk as he leaves soobin and yeonjun behind.
Ah, fuck those two. Don't care bout' them.

Beomgyu made his way into the main hallway. Mind screeching impulsive thoughts beomgyu hissed at.
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hoseros and oblivious university students scattered and scrawling on the lockers. Long and high pitch squeals from slim and long haired girls telling stories. Boys vaporing their forbidden strawberry shortcake air. Quiet kids sitting together akwardly eye glancing eachother and books part by part on the shiny silver sling floor.

What ever what this was. Beomgyu was used to it.

Beomgyu wrapped his fingers around the corner of the handle of the locker. Pulling it hourdly. And guess what, Love letters came rolling down his eyes. Maybe, one, two, three, four, five.. six!? And a seventh one! And there comes the eight one. And what the fuck!? A nineth one. Oh uhm. That's enough.. he just literally just woke up. More chocolates than love letters. Honestly, he and soobin always breathe out and annoyed when they experience this. But these people were delusional. Did they think they were magically gonna pin them to bed!?, ha. no way.

Beomgyu crumpled the loving paper before throwing then out, letting the probably already expired chocolate sit in the dock of the locker pushing it close. Beomgyu slowly walked away just grabbing his books beforehand walking out of sight to go to the boys locker room. And behold, freshmen Shirtless possibly talking about ass, Disgusting boys in their nasty toned naked bodies. Bell chacking burnth and cool. Sweaty sports men and athletes sitting on the sticky and wet wooden bench in the middle of the room.