who are you? || taegyu || completed

~the final entry pt. 2~

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Finally, he decided to complete the last step of his last night. Walking up to the wall, he sat and began to answer the notes left upon the brick. This time, he had about double the amount as usual considering it had two days worth of messages instead of the usual one. This time, however, a lot of the newer stickies resounded around questions asking him if he was okay and telling him that it wasn't right that those people tried to figure out his identity. He found it sweet that they cared. Or that they cared for the artist... not really for him. Beomgyu couldn't help but chuckle as he responded away to the notes. How disappointed they would be to see that it is him instead of someone else. How unfortunate.

One of the many differences the night yielded was that whenever he got to a note that asked who he was, he realized "you'll see," was useless now. By the time the students would see his notes at lunch unless they looked earlier, he would have identified himself. A small smile crept onto his lips as he tapped his pencil to the butt of his chin. He sat there for a few minutes before deciding how to respond, quickly scribbling down the few words before moving onto the rest of the messages.

"I guess you know."

Finally, of course, he left the longest, this time three, for last. Slightly confused, he glanced at each of the notes, and couldn't help but chuckle. Two of them were from Taehyun, one from the previous day and one from the present one, and the third, surprisingly, was from Yeonjun. His best friend had never once left him a note, and Beomgyu couldn't help but feel touched that he did this time.

Sighing, he placed the three in order of his responses, Taehyun's from the night before first, then Yeonjun's, then Taehyun's again from today. Getting ready, he leaned his back up against the wall beside his mural and was about to start reading when he hesitated. This was the first time he was really "contacting" Taehyun since their... thing earlier that day. He was still slightly mad towards him? Well, is that even the right word?

"More like irritated," he murmured aloud, absentmindedly twirling the pencil with his fingers.

He couldn't just let go of earlier today. Beomgyu was in the wrong, yes, and he could recognize that, but so was Taehyun. This was an instance where both of them were at fault and it was hard for Beomgyu to just let that go. Call him petty, or childish, but he couldn't.

However, Taehyun, as everyone knows, isn't aware Beomgyu is the artist and considering these are his last two notes to him, the elder figured it was the least he could do to hold in his annoyance and spell out his usual personality in a response.

"Hello, Mystery writer. It's yours truly, coming back with another book of useless questions and strange emotions. Anyway, I talked to a few of my friends today about my... predicament. It was helpful, and yet I can't help but continue being confused with my own emotions. At this point, I've considered crawling into a hole and dying, but what would that solve? I think I'm going to let things just pan out, ya know? I think from there, I can allow my emotions to unravel themselves without collateral damage. Anyway, it looks incredible, as usual, and I can't believe you're almost done! It's been like, what, a week?? Amazing! Lastly, I leave the ever-present question:

Who are you?"

Beomgyu couldn't help but chuckle at the note this time. It was so significantly less formal than his others, that he was a little concerned with Taehyun's mental capacity. He also couldn't help but note the "collateral damage" piece. A little late for that, don't you think? Sobering up, almost immediately, he ticked his head to the side before scribbling out a reply.