special. // taegyu

depth.

beomgyu followed taehyun back to his dorm aftet their classes that day. gyu's roommate brought back someone and he absolutely did not want to hear anything, at all.

"you're lucky i don't have a roommate. if i did, you would have to sleep on campus benches," taehyun teases, unlocking his door.

beomgyu knew taehyun was a neat, clean freak. but he didn't know his dorm would be like this. he underestimated his imagination of the younger's dorm room, the place was basically heaven.

"make yourself at home, i guess. i'm going to go cook some dinner for us. do whatever you want to hyung," taehyun stretches, before going into the kitchen.

beomgyu does, in fact, head for a nice shower, yelling something along the lines of - "i'm raiding your wardrobe, tae!" - as he was drying his hair off.

clearly the younger expected it, and just yelled back in affirmation. then the panic settled into the deep depths, of taehyun's stomach.

"please don't open that drawer," he prayed under his breath, as he turned off the stove and put the hot crockery on the padding in the centre of the small table he had in the living room.

beomgyu stepped out of his room, the smell of taehyun's soap and shampoo filling up the area. weirdly enough, hyun could stil smell gyu's signature scents and it made him tense up.

"wah, the masterchef junior jumped out eh tae? thanks for the meal," the older smiled, sitting down to the younger.

they quietly ate, before beomgyu's phone started ringing. the boys turned at the same time, and beomgyu just muted his phone and flipped it over, a disgusted look clearly plastered on his face.

"how did she get my number?" he angrily chews the food.

••

they ended up snuggled under the covers, watching some random anime they found online to kill time.

"hyung, it's almost two in the morning. we have classes early tomorrow," taehyun rubs his eye.

beomgyu closes the laptop, putting it aside. he turned, not expecting taehyun to be facing face to face with him.

beomgyu used to clearly know his sexual orientation, bisexual. but now? he was probably the gayest of gays, because it was clear to him. he's slowly losing more and more interest in women.

and he's come to accept it. so when his face heated up due to the close proximity between taehyun's face and his own, he didn't fight it. there was no use anyway, he already had this stuff figured it out.

"you're blushing?" taehyun asked, voice soft.

"let me be the gay bitch i am," the older let out an airy laugh, "i'm not going closer, relax hyunie,"

they didn't close their eyes. it seemed impossible to, before beomgyu spoke, "about the poems-,"

"i'll handle them hyung. i'm the pure literature student, no?" the younger smiled.

beomgyu just hummed in approval, before he finally closed his eyes.

taehyun? mans is panicking, to put it simply. why? he's the definition, the epitome, of the closeted gay. and maybe he kind of liked his best friend.

but of course, he would never admit it to it, - "i can't afford to lose him. i know he's into guys and girls, but that doesn't mean he's into me," - he once said to his ex-roommate, who moved back to his hometown after he graduated, since he was a senior.

- "okay taehyunie, i get you. but just remember, the more you bury your feelings, the more they grow," - taehyun gritted his teeth, dammit, jungkook sunbaenim! get out of my head, this is not the time!