beomgyu and his parents had just moved into your neighborhood a month ago. he isn't really the talkative type, unlike his parents, who've both gotten quite close to your parents in that short span of time.

you overheard from your mom while she was talking to your dad in the living room that beomgyu is homeschooled, and that he supposedly never listens to his parents. conveniently, his window is parallel to yours, and his curtains aren't usually shut.

if you sneak a glimpse into his room from his window, you'll see a pile of clothes on the floor and posters of various bands stuck messily onto his wall, some barely hanging on with the weak glue he used.

you were forced to go and hang out with him on the weekend, since your mom said she felt bad for him, always stuck in his room with nothing to do. his parents are out for the day, and so here you are, stood on his porch, hand hovering over the door infront of you.

beomgyu only answers the door after 10 knocks, and when he does, his eyes widen when he sees you on his doorstep. he almost immediately shuts the door in your face, but refrains from doing so after second thought. he clears his throat, letting go of the doorknob and fixing his hair in a rush, as well and dusting off his oversized sweater. trying to act nonchalant, he avoids your gaze, though his cheeks clearly start to flush red. "u-uhh, what's up, d-dude.. i- i mean, whatever your name is.." he glances back at you briefly before looking anywhere but at you.