Beomgyu's Reasons Why [ BeomJun/ YeonGyu / TaeGyu ]

The Better Song

TW: Thoughts and opinions on suicide. May be triggering for some readers.

The only two people in the world who swore to never look down on Beomgyu were his parents. Beomgyu didn't give that fact much thought since his parents were often gone anyway. Being the son of a rich couple and studying in a prestigious school put all the pressure on Beomgyu's shoulders.

Beomgyu was a good student, although he would often deny it to himself, he really was. He has achieved numerous awards in the field of writing and other mandatory talent shows both his parents and classmates would force him into joining.

He anxiously scratched his fingernails over the coarse material of the straps of his backpack. Beomgyu leaned on the wall across Mr. Kim's office door. 

He hoped to god his parents wouldn't believe whatever Mr. Kim had to say about him. About his 'plagiarism' and 'cheating' cases.

Would his parents side with the truth? Or buy a fabricated lie Namjoon created for the sole purpose of throwing him off the dean's list?

But, did his parents really know him? Sure, they gave him his name, his identity, his life-- but did they know Beomgyu's personality? His soul? His inner being? The Beomgyu who would rather have a failing score than cheat?

Beomgyu was a man of integrity, unfortunately, his family was always on those business trips and meetings to acknowledge his morals.

"Thank you for informing us of our son's violations," Beomgyu heard his father say as Mr. Kim opened the door for the Chois to exit. 

Shit. 

"I can't believe my son would do anything like that," Mrs. Choi said, stepping out of the room and making eye contact with Beomgyu.

The boy could see the fucking smirk seeping from Namjoon's blank façade. 

Shit. They were disappointed in him. The last time this happened, Beomgyu was grounded for a full week, his parents didn't allow him to go to school just to prove their point. Beomgyu understood, he was the heir to the business-- the last thing they'd want is a slacking leader.

But this time, Beomgyu wasn't guilty of anything. That was his work. Before his father could grab his wrist and pull him into their car to drive home, Beomgyu took off. 

He dashed through the hallway, he didn't care that students looked at him, pathetic. 

Turning left, he finally saw the light at the end of the corridor, one of their school's exit gates. He dashed through the cars in the carpark, he knew where he wanted to go. 

Where he needed to go-- the one person who would hear him out, who would lend him his ears while he would rant endlessly-- Hoseok.

Tears cascaded down his face, he darted across the streets, his steps leading him to his destination. His mind was so set on getting to his safe place that he barely noticed the stares of people, the cars that stopped mid-drive after seeing a student of TDC running through the pavements with tearstained cheeks and a downtrodden face.

For once, Beomgyu disregarded their faces of interest and curiosity and focused on arriving at the dance studio on time to catch Hoseok on his break.

Finally, he saw the familiar establishment materializing in front of him as he ran nearer. 

Pushing the door open, the cold AC hit his skin, and only now did he think of catching his breath. Slinging his bag off his shoulder, he signed his name over the sheet by the lobby to prove his presence.