𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 (𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒: Ⓞ︎Ⓝ︎Ⓔ︎)

•1

After bidding his friends goodbye, Beomgyu made his way out of the building towards the parking lot which was almost empty by now. The atmosphere was silent despite the roars of the clouds. Too silent for his own liking. He wore his headphones, opening Spotify and choosing a random song in his playlist to ease the deafening silence. 

Music

His comfort place. Whenever he feels down, he'd just take out his guitar and play music, sing. It's his passion. His dream. Singing. He wanted to be a singer but his parents sternly said NO right at his face. They wanted him to inherit the family business after his father, since the oldest son of the house was already a famous model. They didn't want him to waste his time in some singing career. Yet they, his parents told him to focus on fashion designing and forget about dreaming of becoming a singer  like it was some kind of garbage. He hated them for it. 

Can't believe, you in front of me (you in front of me)

Everything is the same, but I'm smiling like I don't know (yeah, yeah) ♬ 

Eyes like an abyss (eyes), even if I look for you beyond them

It's unfamiliar, who are you? Who are you that I love? ♬ 

He hummed along with the lyrics as he walked and walked kicking pebbles on the path every now and then.

"Mr. Jeon really did it on purpose....why did he have to pair me up with Yeonjun of all people?! Now I have to deal with his shit." He groaned in frustration, fighting the urge to punch the wall beside him right there.

He suddenly bumped into someone. His honey orbs traveled from their chest to neck, and then to lips. Pink plump lips. His gaze lingered on the pair of lips longer than it should have. Suddenly he felt a finger under his chin lifting it up to meet their eyes. It was the devil himself.

'What's going on inside that little perverted head of yours huh?' he asked not releasing the younger. Those pink lips curled up into a smirk that Beomgyu wanted to, his mind wanted to smash right there.

'What? It's not what you- ' Beomgyu wrinkled up his nose in disgust stepping back a bit, creating safe distance between them.

'Oh really? then why were you staring at my lips like that?' Yeonjun cut him off as he raised an eyebrow at the other, the smirk still visible in his face. He took another step closer to the younger.

'I wasn't and what do you want? Come straight to the point.' Beomgyu buried his free hand deep in his pants pocket.

'You bumped into me first.....well your number.' The raven haired gestured towards the device the younger was holding.

The brunettes eyes followed the olders eyes and then he looked up at the older, 'Why?'

'For the project genius...' The taller one rolled his eyes as he snatched the device dialing his number. 'This is mine and where do you wanna do it? yours or mine?'

'You choose and tomorrow...I'm not available today.' The 180.5cm tall one was about to leave but stopped as a few droplets of rain fell on his rosy cheeks. He looked up at the sky....It was raining, heavily now. But he didn't move an inch from there. He stood there soaking in the rain. He loved rain. He found comfort watching rain, being under the rain. It drained his tiredness, sadness.