(DC) Fate of the Blue Spring || Taegyu

✧✦Five✦✧

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲: 𝗠𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴

Hey, at least they're friends. Right? Right.

Well, they text, so that's a sign.

Even after the encounter in the halls, the exchanging of numbers and the texting happening the evening before this all happened, Beomgyu still feels like he's in the stage of looking for the boy he called Kang Taehyun.

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴?

Even if it's completely okay to just go up and talk to him, it still feels so... awkward. Like they've never met or they've been forced to socialise.

How else would they communicate freely without texting or anything? He wondered, and a unique but not really that rare idea popped up in his head.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐...

Beomgyu smiled.

"Bro, where are you going?" Heeseung asked, speedwalking after the other - who seemed to be awfully excited today for no reason. "Wait up!"

"Gyuru can you chill?!" Jeongin sighed, almost tripping over his undone shoelaces as he crouches down to tie them up. The other came to a sudden halt, Heeseung nearly bumping into him.

The two behind him swore they thought his neck cracked as he turned his head. "Do 𝘯𝘰𝘵 call me that again."

He started walking again to what seemed like his new favourite place, the garden. Pushing the door open to the tall, green grass, he started running. Over to the flower batches that were always fresh and blooming with every moment passing by.

Beomgyu looked around to find each kind of flower ranging from roses to camellias, carnations to chrysanthemums. The forestal nature elementals must have spent so much time letting these beauties grow.

The boy walked over and picked up an ivy before admiring the rest of the lovely gardens. He remembers the stories his cousins would tell him about how they spent so many great moments in this place, in this school.

Oh, how he hopes he can find his true l̶o̶v̶e self here.

He reads the sign:

𝗜𝘃𝘆: 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽, 𝗳𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆.

Along with that, he gently plucks a blue salvia from the batch.

"What are you doing!?" Jeongin yells.

"Do you have a piece of paper and something I can write on it?"

Heeseung makes a face, Beomgyu can't really describe it but the confused look in his eyes says everything. "No? Sometimes I don't even have water with me when I feel like I'm gonna die of dehydration! What makes you think I have a pencil or even paper?"

The other rolls his eyes and walks back. Guess he'll have to wait for art class. Time between classes are so ridiculously long and he loves it, gives them the time to chat more and do whatever they can, as long as it isn't illegal or against weirdly lenient rules.

He paused, "Did you remember what his locker number was??"

"I don't know." Heeseung looked down. "It was number 2-O something."

Beomgyu dashed to the doors.

"Wait up you sonic looking ass bitch!" the other two yelled in unison.

As if fate (hah, get it?) caught to them, the art room wasn't so far off the staircase he ran to. His art teacher, Miss Taeyeon, was okay with letting children go early. Her class was used as a room to let students take their mind off things and do arts in their free time if they chose to, as well as teaching art to the children who choose to take it.

She smiled when Beomgyu entered the room.

"How was your day?" she asked.

"It was all right," the younger boy answered. "I need to get some pencils and paper to write a note, if that's okay with you."

"Oh, of course it is! Feel free. Class is starting in a few minutes, so please do be quick!"

"I'll hold on to it until lunch. Thank you, miss."

Just as he was searching the art cup boards, his friends caught up to him.

Taeyeon smiled, that same smile she gave to Beomgyu. "Had a rough day?"

"No," Jeongin sighed. "Just- just tired, miss."

The boy looked behind him and gave an awkward smile, as if to send a message. 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺.

But as he finally found a pencil, and a folded envelope, he started writing on the plain paper in his hands. His friends peaked over to watch him write.

What was so intriguing about a boy writing with a pencil? That's like what literally every kid does.

He folded the piece of paper as neatly as he could and tucked it in the envelope, as well as the ivy and blue salvia.

He found a small sticker in the journalling cabinet and sealed the letter before putting it on his storage box in the 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 pile.

Yes, all students that take art have their own storage box. Not every student chooses to study it, so there aren't a thousand boxes with a bunch of names. It's basically shelves of small trays sorted into first-sixth year areas, all made to fit your height so it's in easy reach. Being the 5'11 kid, his tray was... quite high up.

In the tray there were coloured pencils, origami pieces he did because he had a little too much free time on his hands during that one day, a batch of paintings he forgot to bring home, a timetable, a small pencil case he forgot again to take home and a laminated bookmark that had his name, date of birth, elemental house and locker number. How did that get there...

He slid the envelope in before taking his seat and watching the other students walk in.

Taehyun didn't have art class with him, he doesn't even take it as a subject, but he told Beomgyu that he would next year, because he's studying it.

That's cute. Taking a whole class next year just for another boy that also takes that class.

As time passed by, and the clock rang for lunch, he went over and took the envelope out, slid it into his blazer pocket and joined the crowd that raced to get their food.

"Bro, school food kinda sucks." Heeseung said, looking at the edible items that kay before him.

"Kinda? That is the reason I 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 my mum to give me packed lunches from now on." Jeongin replied, chewing on his tuna sandwich. "By the way, Beomgyu, who're you gonna give that letter to?"

"I bet it's 𝘩𝘪𝘮." the other giggled. The mentioned sighed in exhaustion.

And as he picked up his lunch, the note he wrote for 𝘩𝘪𝘮 would be the one to brighten up his day, he hopes.

Taehyun's day was peaceful. He did some PE class and absolutely beat the hell out of the Earth elementals, did some poetry work in English class and was on the verge of taking a nap hearing his teacher ramble about potions.

He opened his locker to put things away only to notice a while envelope sealed with a glittery red heart. He hung his book bag on the hook as he settled his pencil case into the clear shelves, its keychain clinking against the small fence that blocked it from falling whenever he opened or closed the locker door.

The flap of the letter flipped upwards as he saw a note with two flowers tucked behind it. Taehyun unfolded the note to read what had been written.

𝘼𝙣 𝙞𝙫𝙮, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥.

𝘼 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙖, 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩.

Light shades of pink spread across his face as the three friends that stood in the other side of the hallway gave each other a high-five.

For the mission to successfully communicate through flowers has been complete.