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The theater workshop |taegyu

Taehyun pov:

The scent of paint and old wood filled the air as I stepped into the dimly lit theater. In my hands, I clutched the script for our upcoming workshop performance-an eclectic mix of genres that promised both challenges and laughter. The workshop itself was an odd but thrilling amalgamation of aspiring actors, directors, and every quirky personality in between. For me, it was an escape from the ordinary.

I was set to play the role of a fractured dreamer-a character whose life unraveled in unexpected ways. But that wasn't what had my heart racing. It was the fact that Beomgyu would be playing my counterpart, a vibrant free spirit who taught my character the beauty of chaos. Just thinking about it made my stomach flip in a way that was all too familiar.

Beomgyu entered the space a moment later, laughter spilling out of him like sunlight. His hair was tousled, as if he'd just rolled out of bed, and his warm brown eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief. I couldn't help but smile back, even as my heart drummed a nervous beat beneath my ribcage.

"Ready to break some hearts today?" he teased, sauntering closer, his hands tucked into his pockets.

"Only if you promise to catch them," I shot back, my voice light, masking the flutter of excitement mixed with dread I felt at the thought of performing alongside him.

We began our rehearsal with a light-hearted exercise-a silly improvisation game that got everyone laughing. Beomgyu was, as always, the life of the party. Watching him so effortlessly command attention drew me in, a moth to a flame. My fingers itched for the small prop he'd been using as a makeshift microphone, but I couldn't seem to close the distance between us.

"Let's show them how it's done, Taehyun!" he called, gesturing for me to join him in the center of the stage.

When I finally moved forward, my heart raced-not just from the thrill of performing but from being in such close proximity to him. The warm overhead lights washed over us as we began our scene in earnest. Our characters danced upon the stage, weaving a tapestry of conflicting emotions and exhilarating connections.

"Why do you hold back?" Beomgyu's character asked in a soft, melodic tone, his eyes piercing through the façade I'd built around my own insecurities.

"Because... I'm scared of what I'll lose if I let go," I replied, allowing the weight of those words to settle. And for a brief moment, I found myself lost in his gaze, feeling the tension simmering between us.

We stumbled through the rest of the rehearsal, punctuated by laughter and near-misses. But as the afternoon sunlight faded into the soft glow of stage lights, something shifted. It was in the way he brushed against me during a particularly emotional scene, the brush of his shoulder sending a spark of electricity through my skin.

The culmination of our performance arrived, and nerves danced wildly in my stomach as we stepped outside the realm of characters and into the reality of being Taehyun and Beomgyu, two boys who were desperately trying to navigate the unknown depths of their connection.

The workshop concluded with cheers and applause, everyone buzzing with excitement about their performances. My heart raced not just because of what we had accomplished on stage, but because we were together in this whirlwind, generating a chemistry that felt too intense to ignore.

As we packed away props and scripts, I caught Beomgyu stealing glances at me, his expression mischievous yet tender. I couldn't hold back my smile.

"Hey," he said softly as the last remnants of laughter faded into the walls. "So, about that heart-catching thing..."

I turned to face him fully, my breath hitching as his gaze settled on mine. The world outside melted away, leaving just the two of us in this moment suspended in space.

"I think I'd like to let it go," I confessed, the weight of my words hanging between us, fragile yet beautiful.

Beomgyu stepped a little closer, his smile softening, and for a fleeting second, I thought he might reach out to take my hand, to bridge the gap that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

"Then let's catch the chaos together," he said, his voice a sweet promise laced with determination, as if he understood everything that lay beneath my surface.

In that quiet, electric moment, I knew that the workshop had become more than just a theater exercise for me. It was the beginning of something intense, something that shifted with every rehearsal, every laugh we shared, and every moment under those stage lights-a story waiting to unfold between Taehyun and Beomgyu, one that I was more than ready to embrace.