a beomryu fanfiction
we were over, but why do you have to keep on coming back making my life more complex. i was happy and contented. i'm already preparing for a next phase, but i had to go back to you. to us. because you messed up everything like y...
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I don't need reminders of how you don't feel the same __________
flashback. . .
I don't know when I began to find him attractive. I guess I just somehow, magically, did. I started to stare at him more. I even unconsciously played with his hair one time when we were both studying in the library for midterms exam.
I feel helpless whenever I am around him. I want to run, but my heart tells me to stay.
"Ryujin-ah!" I stop at my tracks when I spotted the grinning boy sitting on top of the cafeteria table. I made my way to him.
He had a guitar with him, completely ignoring the food he accepted while lining up in the endless queue for school lunch. "You should eat, Beom," I told him, but all he did was strum his guitar roughly, creating a loud noise echoing around the room.
"You're skin and bones," I added. He scoffs and chuckles in response to my comment.
He gets off the table, and took my lunch tray. He places it beside his. A gentleman, indeed. No wonder everyone never stops staring at him every chance they get, and all I receive, on the other hand, are glares that I think would soon kill me.
"Might I just remind you, Ryujin. I am soon to be an idol. I'm sure of it. Everyone in the panel from the audition last Saturday was smiling and clapping at my talent and visual." He stuffs his mouth with three pieces of rice cake.
"So, I have to do a diet. This is my first meal of the day, and I am hungry I might eat you." My cheeks flushed from what he said.
We're friends! It's normal to joke around, dumbass! I smacked my head in my thoughts, and continued to eat my lunch.
All throughout our lunch, Beomgyu never stopped yapping about the audition day. It's all he ever wanted, and I am truly proud of him, for taking a courageous step further towards his dreams.
We finished eating lunch, so we stood to place the trays to the stack of it beside the exit door. Beomgyu was radiating after his meal.
"Hey, Beomgyu!" A girl greets him.
"Pretty guitar, Gyu!" And another.
"Hi, Gyu." And another.
"I can't wait to see you perform in the spring festival, Beomgyu!" And another. Gosh.
Until people were surrounding him completely, asking for details for the spring festival, making requests, and asking how his day was. I don't know why people have to do this, honestly. Beom has a social media and updates it daily because of his ten thousand followers, who he never wishes to disappoint.
