Pretend | Taegyu ✓

●*Sighs*, Why Me?●

"Where are you going?" Beomgyu asked in confusion when he saw Taehyun picking up his phone and wallet. 

"Just talking Bruno on a walk. He could get some exercise and I've some things to get off my mind too." Taehyun replied casually, walking to the shoe cabinet near the door to wear his sneakers. 

"Oh," Beomgyu face lightened up. "Can I tag along?" 

No. Is what Taehyun wanted to reply Beomgyu with. The main reason he was taking a walk was because of Beomgyu. He wanted to sort out his unknown feeling that had been tugging on his heartstrings for the past few days. 

Ah seriously, why is hyung being so clingy?

"No!" Taehyun harshly exclaimed, toning down his voice when he saw the flash of hurt that appeared on Beomgyu's annoyingly pretty face. "No, I didn't mean it like- hyung!" He called out when he saw Beomgyu getting up from his couch, taking heavy steps towards their staircase. 

"It's fine, Taehyun." Okay, now the missing endearment from the sentence is making Taehyun feel very guilty. Maybe he really did hurt Beomgyu's feelings. 

"Okay fine," Taehyun sighed, feeling the Bruno rub his head on his thigh as a form of affection. "You can tag along, Beomgyu hyung." 

And as if immediately, Beomgyu turned his face around in a flash of light. So fast that Taehyun was concerned that Beomgyu had snapped his neck. "Alright then! Let's go!" The older happily said, running past Taehyun to get to the front door. 

Taehyun hit his head with his fist. 'I knew I shouldn't have fallen for that acting!' He thought as he tugged on Bruno's brown lease to get him out of the door. "Whatever, let's see.." He muttered to himself, locking the main door of the house. 

As soon as Taehyun walked out of the porch with Bruno's lease still in his hands, his eyes immediately searched for his one hell of a husband. He was almost flabbergasted when he found Beomgyu waving at him at the end of the street. 

"How the fuck did he get there so fast?" Taehyun asked himself, taking long strides to reach to Beomgyu faster. 

"So, where are we going, darling?" Beomgyu asked, and this time he noticed the endearment. 

He also noticed the faint blush on Taehyun's cheeks. 

With a smirk, "You like the endearment, don't you?" Beomgyu said, voice filled with teasing. 

"As if!" And Taehyun immediately defended himself. "I don't like your stupid endearment!" 

"The blush on your cheeks says otherwise." Beomgyu took his eyes off Taehyun, looking at the road in front of them, waiting for the red signal to appear so they could cross the road. 

And as soon as the sign turned red, Beomgyu, as if unconsciously, grabbed Taehyun's free which wasn't holding the lease and started to cross the road. 

And sigh, 

Poor Taehyun. 

He felt like fainting even at the smallest touch of the older. 

Taehyun realized that he was feeling like how he felt back in high-school whenever Beomgyu flirted with him or teased him. He felt butterflies erupting in his stomach whenever he looked at that charming smile of Beomgyu's. 

He felt his heartbeat increasing at the smallest skin contact with the older. 

He felt his heart warm up whenever Beomgyu did the simplest acts of service for him. 

Taehyun with his mouth agape, tried his best not to lie down onto this road, which they were crossing. 

No, he couldn't fall in love. 

No, not at all. 

Not at least with his ex-boyfriend, who is now his arranged husband. 

"Oh shit," Taehyun spoke out loud, not realizing when they finished crossing the road as he was too busy trying not to have an internal crises in the middle of the road. 

"Are you alright?" 

He took a look at Beomgyu's face, who looked at him with an unreadable emotion in his eyes. No, he can't. He can't imagine falling in love with Choi Beomgyu. 

He furiously shook his head, gaining some weird looks from the strangers around them. He huffed, glaring at Beomgyu, who flinched at the sudden hard glare. Taehyun then walked with a fast pace right past Beomgyu. 

"What's with him?" Beomgyu asked, giving Taehyun's retreating figure a stinky eye before he realized that he should follow him. 

"Wait, darling-" Beomgyu was almost on the verge of passing out when he finally matched with Taehyun's pace by running.

"Don't call me that!" Taehyun exclaimed, trying his best not to look at Beomgyu. Because he knew, if he took a single glance at the older, he would find himself dying over a sweaty-looking Beomgyu with his hair matted down on his forehead. Looking extremely hot-

Taehyun slapped himself with his free hand. "Disgusting!" 

"Who are you calling disgusting?" Beomgyu asked with a frown. Seriously, he had no idea what was going onto Taehyun's mind. The younger seemed like a madman! 

"You, motherfucker." Taehyun cursed out, taking a left so he could enter a nearby café to grab a cup of coffee. 

"What the fuck..?" Beomgyu replied, flabbergasted but still followed Taehyun inside the cool café. 

Well, realizing your feelings in the midst of crossing the road wasn't the best ideal situation, was it? 

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