who are you? || taegyu || completed

~the first date pt.1~

Splitting it into two chapters again because it really was 4000 words... oops?

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As Beomgyu drove, soft BTS playing in the background, casually vibing to their newest album, he felt himself begin to grow nervous again. His hands grew clammy and he had to alternate his hands from the steering wheel to wipe them on his pants. He had cute plans for today and he and Taehyun were already so comfortable, so now why was he panicking??

"Come on, Beomgyu, get your shit together, you wimp," he whispered to himself, using his impersonation of Yeonjun to further the encouragement, making his voice drive up five octaves. He began to sing along to Fly Me to My Room to distract himself as he neared his date's house

He had had to harass the younger for his address, telling him that he absolutely would not take him on a date if he did not give it to him. The younger wanted to go to Beomgyu's to "save him the trouble," of which, the older scoffed.

"I'm not letting my date meet me at my house," he had responded, before trapping the boy in a suffocating hug until he promised to send him his address. So now, there he was. The simple two-story house came into view and Beomgyu's heart plummeted before beginning to match the speed on his car's speedometer. He felt his hands begin to shake as he parked the car, switching off the ignition, and climbing out of the vehicle. His knees wobbled as he slowly walked towards the front door, taking one last deep breath and wiping his hands one more time, before knocking.

Those next few seconds were antagonizing, the waiting quickly becoming worse than the drive. His heart stuttered at every sound that came from behind the door and he froze at each voice. Finally, the door was swung open and a lady, dressed in a simple blue blouse matched over blue jeans stood in its wake. A cross necklace rested around her neck, next to, what Beomgyu could just make out, a tattoo of a bird. The symbol of freedom. A kind smile rested on her face as she opened the door wider, beckoning him in. "Come in, Taehyun is almost ready!"

Fuck. Of course, he got the cliche meet the parents before the first date scene. His heart only increased in its speed but he wore a bright smile, bowing quickly, and walked inside, thanking her as he passed. As he walked by, he didn't see the women's eyes brighten at his politeness, and when he complimented her home with a smile, he didn't notice her own smile growing wider, a look of approval crossing her features.

"Thank you, dear," she chuckled, bringing him to the living room and sitting him onto the couch. She studied him for a second and he shifted, slightly uncomfortable under her steady stare, his eyes flickering to the side in an effort not to show how nervous he was. Suddenly, the lady chuckled, sitting down on the chair across from him, her smile immediately relaxing him. She had Taehyun's smile. "You're rather nervous," she noted, grinning.

"Yes, Ma'am," he responded, a slight laugh leaving his lips as he wiped his hands once again against his pant legs. She giggled and nodded, her eyes twinkling brightly.

"He's excited," she murmured softly, "he talks about you all the time. All of you really, but mostly you. He kept me updated on the artist and then he said it was you. I, of course, knew, but my son tends to be oblivious so I let him figure it out."

Beomgyu grinned and giggled, a bright flush coloring his cheeks at the idea of Taehyun talking about him. "Please take care of him," she continued. "He's a sassy bitch, but he can be delicate. Of course, he gets the soft side from his father. Not me-"

"Mom," an angelic voice called from above, sending a fresh smile across the artist's face, and an excited glint dancing in his eyes. He immediately stood up and faced the stairs where the sound came from, wringing his hands together, and yet finding comfort in the single word. "Are you embarrassing me?"