My Ideal Type Is Kang Taehyun | TaeGyu

Finding the perfect one

Beomgyu had waited for who knows what and how long. Maybe he was still wishing Yeonjun to accidentally notice him this near and talk? At least greet?

But all Yeonjun did was keep talking to his Soobinnie (through the phone, yeah) and keep himself as sober as possible. From where Beomgyu stood, he could tell the person on the phone was scolding Yeonjun for not having more than two drinks.

Huh! Already that demanding? I'm much better than him.

Scoffing, Beomgyu spared one last keek at Yeonjun who was still giggling and left the place with stray tears and a weird sensation in his belly.

It was dark but he didn't care. He tried his best to walk properly even though his head was heavy and all he could see were blurry circles. Tears rolled down like a stream and his knees gave up, causing him to sit on the sidewalks.

Soft sobs escaped his mouth as he bathed in the chilly air of the night while hugging his knees. Who would've thought that a night will come when 'The Choi Beomgyu' will be ignored and unwanted just like a fragment of dirt? Why did this always happen to him only?

He heard some footsteps nearing—as if someone was running but he didn't look up, too exhausted for that. The unconcerned person very carelessly bumped to Beomgyu, causing the latter to halt but didn't stop, rather quickly let out an apology before rushing away.

The voice sounded familiar but Beomgyu was annoyed once again, he wanted to scold whoever disturbed him before he saw a business card laying before him. He reached for it with a perplexed expression and he was sane enough to remember not carrying any with him which only meant it was the stranger's.

He looked at the way the rude stranger went and squinted his eyes. Although the dark area didn't have any source of light, he could make a red blob of hair —why's everyone in our uni dyeing their hair red all of a sudden?— getting farther.

Beomgyu tried to clear his vision a little more, before shouting loudly,

"Oii! You dropped this!"

But when the stranger didn't stop, he stood up and tried once more. Throwing his hands in the air, he yelled, "Yaa, boy! You're forgetting something!"

The person turned around, at least he thought so because his tired eyes weren't giving the world's best vision then. So he tried again with all his might and stomped his foot screaming, "Here! Here!" repeatedly. But the stranger just moved away faster, leaving him more annoyed.

Beomgyu dropped himself on his ass again and stared at the card. It was a weird card from what he was seeing. After a while of rubbing his own eyes, he was able to adjust to the darkness and so he tried to read it.

"My Ideal Type?" He read the words written in a very fancy way, "What the heck!".

There was nothing but just those words and a website link, containing the same words.

Business cards at least provide phone numbers and an owner's name, right? Beomgyu thought to himself, pouting. With the lack of information, he turned the card around and saw another set of fancier words:

𝐹𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝓃𝑒 (𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝐵𝐻𝒰 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈)

Beomgyu scoffed. "Ideal one, my foot! Tell me if you can get me a Yeonjun instead!"

And then, with a disquiet mind and weak legs, he carried himself to his own apartment.

Lying on his couch — because he was too tired to drag himself to his bedroom — his mind went back to the bar when Yeonjun was talking to Soobin.