t a e h y u n g

Okay? Is that really what I just said?

Can I be anymore stupid?

The raven haired boy just tilted his head to the side, making a confused expression. I mean, if I were him, I'd be confused as well.

His face was still light red, trying to catch his breath. His hair was messy and sweat glistened on him. He was truly beautiful.

Agh... you just met the person, why are you thinking these thoughts Taehyung? I thought to myself.

"Okay? What the fuck is that suppose to mean?" Yoongi said.

"I, uh~" I started, but got cut off.

"Also aren't you that Taehyung kid that was friends with Hoseok?"

"Yes indeed~"

"I feel like I've seen you more though."

"Well maybe~"

"I know! You're famous!" Yoongi said while smirking.

I have him a baffled look. This kid was confusing. I thought he was having a panic attack, and if he was, he recovers quickly.

Or maybe he could just mask emotions really well.

"I'm not famous." I say, blushing a bit.

"Sure you are."

"I can assure you, I'm not. I'm way too weird and clumsy for that. Plus, nobody wants me," I say shuffling my feet looking downward.

Yoongi shakes his head patting me on the back, "That's no way to speak about yourself."

I look into his eyes to see if he is being sincere. It's really difficult though. His small eyes just stare at me, seeming colder than the air. They were dark and brooding, yet for some reason, genuine.

"Taehyung, you have a nice voice, so don't give up so easily. Giving up on your hopes and dreams that quickly. It really sucks, and I speak from experience. Keep trying kid," Yoongi says, slowly sliding his hand off my shoulder to turn and walk away.

"Experience?

y o o n g i

I stop in my tracks. What did this kid want? Yeah, he was cute, but I was cold and wanted to go home.

I huff in annoyance turning around quickly, "Yeah. I gave up, and look where that got me. A permanent job at a shitty grocery store."

Taehyung slightly chuckled, "Is it all that bad?"

"Yes! It's cold! Like it is right now!" I say aggravated, crossing my arms across my chest.

He steps forward to me, us almost touching. I have to slightly lift my head to see him, which annoys me, but what am I suppose to do? Walk on stilts 24/7?

"Shall i warm you up?" He says.

My eyebrows shoot up and my face turns red. Really really red. My heart beats rapidly, and my stomach churns.

Its nausea Yoongi.

"I, uh~"

Taehyung wraps his arms around me, squeezing me into a tight hug. "Hugs make everything better."

I'd be lying if I said this didn't feel nice. It was a relaxing escape from reality, even if it was just for a moment, it felt nice.

But I can't let my self attach to quickly. I always end up hurt in then end. Plus, there's no escape from my dark world.

Its like I'm drowning.

Though I wish I could be drowning in Taehyungs hug.

What a weird thought.

I slowly push myself out of his hug, gasping quietly as the cold air hits me again. I turn to leave but Taehyung calls out, "Wait!"

I turn around, not as annoyed as before, but still annoyed, "What?"

"Let's go get dinner! I know a fantastic place we could go to!" He says excitingly.

"Dinner?"

"Yeah! It'll be fun, plus, we won't be in that sweaty bar anymore."

"Are you paying?"

He giggles, "Well yeah, I'm famous."

I pierce my lips, trying not to smile, "Okay, as long as you're paying. I'm broke."

"Aww, poor little Yoongi." Taehyung says, pouting a bit.

"I'm not little." I say sternly.

"You're a small bean," he says.

I shake my head and just stare at him. Everything seemed to just... stop. The air felt warmer, the stars shone brighter, and my heart sped up again. Another panic attack?

No, it's heart attack.

Yep, that's what it is.

"Before I forget, I meant to ask this, are you okay from in there on the stage? You know, you kinda left in a hurry," Taehyung says scratching the back of his head.

Shit. I hate answering questions. "I'm just dandy. No need to worry."

"I mean, if you're just nervous that's completely fine! I'd never get an opportunity like that."

"I never even wanted to be there, I'm no good, I was forced by Hoseok," I pause before adding on, "he's an ass."

Tae laughs, "You have to at least have a little potential if Hobi was going to let you perform."

"Yeah, Well, potential doesn't matter when you're a nervous wreck," I mutter, turning away.

Hopefully he didn't hear that.

n o p o v

Taehyung heard it, was a bit baffled, but didn't get to respond before Yoongi started saying, "Let's go."

They walked slowly, enjoying each other's company. Though Min Yoongi would never admit he liked the boys company, it was the feelings that counted, not the words. They discussed where to go eat, Hoseok and his weird antics, and so much more. Taehyung did the most talking though.

Yoongi has never been good at speaking. He'd let out simple 'hmm,' 'okays,' or snarky comments, but never talked about his self.

He found it difficult. Impossible almost. It was like he thought he was the most boring person.

And to most people, he was.

But Taehyung liked the grumpy raven haired boy. He was an interesting one.

They arrived at a tiny restaurant. It was small and had about six tables, not including the small patio. The small place smelled of cakes and lamb skewers, radiating a weird yet comfortable scent.

The two boys sat at one of the tables across from each other. They looked completely out of place, as people were staring at their outfits. Some thought they were hot, others covered their eyes in disgust.

It was just life.

A waitress came over, asking for their drinks.

Taehyung let out a bright, boxy smile, saying, "Got grape soda?"

And a Min Yoongi just couldn't stop grinning.

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The shirt says it all.