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It has been five years since Yoongi last went to visit his grandma's house in Daegu for summer and not much has changed. For example: his grandma's worn-out, creepy retail store in the middle of nowhere (with exaggeration of course), the grumpy now-old dog in front of the store who barks at him whenever the dog sees him (or even hears him), his grandma's homemade food he loves so much, and that wimpy, snotty tan kid who always buys lollipop and pretends it is cigarette.
Except that kid is supposed to be a grown-up now but it surprised Yoongi one day (in his fourth day in the province) that the kid, despite his lean and tall frame and his beautifully sun-kissed skin and the bouncy and soft-looking hair on his pretty head, still buys lollipop and yes he still pretends that it's that lung-cancer-giving stick.
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"Why not buy a cigarette?" Yoongi asks as the boy buys his fifth lollipop for the day.
"Coz I dun wanna have lung cancer? And poor black n yellow teeth? And a throat cancer? That woulda ‘ve be bad for my health." The boy simply says, passing some coins over to Yoongi. His hand staying a little too long on Yoongi's to feel the other's skin and it was uncomfortable for Yoongi's liking. Creepy. Yes. Even commenting softly on how Yoongi's hand feels so soft and silky like a baby's butt and Yoongi just rolls his eyes. "D’ya smoke, by the way? Ye sound like you smoke two packs of cigarettes a day. Or are ye actually an old grumpy gramp hiding inside a porcelain-skinned cute and hot young man?" Taehyung jokes, his voice thick and heavy with satoori.
Yoongi attempted to smack the boy's head but the latter's reflexes’ fast. "Yah! Aish this kid. Show some respect. I'm at least two years older than you, Kim Taehyung." Yoongi reprimands, right hand clenched in a tight fist facing the younger boy.
"Yeah but that doesn't change the fact that you're cuter and shorter than me." Taehyung retorted with a shit-eating boxy grin which annoys the living hell out of Yoongi. It's probably the next thing he hates next to that dog (which he assumes, already, is his mortal enemy) across the street.
"For all I know you were that kid who cried the most with snots running down his cute little nose because I left Daegu for middle school."
"Oh but I bet you'll be that one crying for my dick up in his ass in the near future. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to hear that raspy voice moaning out my name and whimpering very soon, aight?" Taehyung says with a suggestive smile and wiggling his eyebrows underneath his brown-hair-covered-forehead. His tongue popping on his left cheek while the lollipop stays on his right cheek.
Yoongi gasps loudly and a red shade covered his white tone from his chest up to the tips of his ears. "Get the fuck out of here!" He shouts, alerting both Taehyung, by passers, and the dog that started barking.
Taehyung left the store with his hands up in the air. Sparing the pale boy some time alone. The dog kept barking. "Shut up, dog!" And the dog's barking loudens. Yoongi just sighs, sitting back on his high chair and swatting some air on his redden face.
The next day Taehyung came back and buys a bottle of ice cold water. Now he's pretending to be some drunk guy, sitting on one of the store's chairs resting outside. Yoongi exiles another sigh as he questions himself why he sold Taehyung that bottle of water when the boy lives somewhere near the store and could have gone home to drink there. It's not like the boy's family's poor to own a refrigerator. Heck they're the richest in that town.
"Yah don't you have anything else better to do?" Taehyung turns to him when he asked and raises an eyebrow. "Like summer class or hangout with your equally weird friends?" Taehyung just snorts and is actually surprised that Yoongi still talked to him even after yesterday's incident. So he frees another joke, thinking that what he said yesterday wasn't enough to get the pale boy riled up.
Yes, Kim Taehyung has been lowkey getting Yoongi wrapped around his fingers. Since the day he saw Yoongi, the back-then-bully-that-he-likes-before-he-found-out-he-likes-boys, moping and bored inside the shabby store.
"Well, now that you say so... I could do you." Taehyung smirks, wetting his lips with his sinful tongue, and tipping the bottle he's holding as he winks towards the pale boy with red tint coloring his face.
"You fucker!" Yoongi curses, throwing papers he crumbled earlier towards Taehyung's direction. As if that mere paper would cause any harm but it's the thought that counts.
"Yeah. Me to you if you give me a chance." Taehyung winks as he runs off laughing to escape from Yoongi's mean words and the bottle caps he threw at him.
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One very hot afternoon and Yoongi feels like the sun is actually just a few meters away. His face is dripping with buckets of sweat, and as gross and disgusting as it is his loose white shirt, showing his insanely pale collarbones, is now drench with his sweat.
Fuck the electricity blackout that has been on it since nine in the morning and it's fucking two in the afternoon when it is the hottest of the day. Fuck the sun. Fuck the dog outside barking for eternity. Fuck the humid air. Fuck sweats. Fuck everyone especially Kim Taehyung who looks so alluringly hot even in a im-a-homeless-joe outfit with intended holes on them that shows off Taehyung's sinful caramel skin. Fuck Kim Taehyung for being so hot it's so offending. Fuck him. Literally. Or vice versa. Whichever is better.
Yeah because for the past days Yoongi has gotten hook over Taehyung and it’s something he won’t admit yet.
"Ooh you're so hot your body liquids are excreting." Taehyung coos, his right elbow lying on top of the counter. A lollipop keeping his right cheek full. His right hand holding a melted ice cream stick.
Yoongi snorts and rolls an eye (cause that's a thing now haha).
"Seriously? That's a boner-goner line."
"Then would you prefer 'You're so hot I wonder what else leaks from your body except from sweat... And tears and pee and saliva... And poop?'. How does that sound?"
"No! Ew. How about something like 'If being hot and sexy is a sin, then see you in hell'???" Yoongi says unsure, scrunching his nose in disgust of what he just said. "I don't know. That came off weak. Got another one?"
Taehyung nods. "Like 'Looking at you makes me hard, you looking back at me makes me come.'"
Yoongi shudders aggressively and fakes a gag. "I'm sorry but are you actually some homeless pervert?" He accuses in an obviously not-sorry voice.
The younger just laughs and Yoongi smacks his arm. Taehyung, the clumsy person he is, wobbles a bit in that mere force and loses grip of the ice cream stick he was nursing for twenty minutes. Taehyung looks at the fallen ice cream on the ground ever so dramatically and turns his gaze to Yoongi who has a guilty look all over his face. Yoongi sighs and scratches his head.
"Sorry." Yoongi whispers, voice almost inaudible. "You could get another one from the freezer. I won't charge you." He suggests as a way to show his remorse towards the now-fully-melted ice cream on stick lying messily on the floor. "But that was still a bad line."
The younger boy's face lit up from hearing the word ‘Free’ and chirps a thanks and yippee as he makes his way to the freezer holding various ice creams. He stayed there for a good five minutes without doing anything. Just feeling the cold breeze meet his skin (while he's bend down—oh the possibilities) until Yoongi calls his attention.
"You better hurry up or you'll be paying for that ice cream and I'll charge you for that cold air." Yoongi threatens and Taehyung hits his head on the glass in surprise. The pale boy chuckles. "Grab me one as well."
Taehyung obliged and just grab anything within his reach in a hurry. Two Jumbo Ice Popsicles. Really. One pink and one orange. Taehyung gave the pink one to Yoongi saying that it matches his hair color. Then he sat on the chairs outside again.
As much as Yoongi tries his best to ignore the slurping sounds (which he thinks is intended) that the hot weirdo outside the store is creating, well he can’t. That’s how shitty the situation is. He tried his best to focus on his own popsicle but failed miserably. Yoongi side eyes Taehyung and his eyes almost gouge out of his pretty skull and fell off of his high chair from the sight. His stomach doing backflips and splits and roundhouse kicks, whatever.
"Fuck. My eyes need Jesus." Yoongi silently groans as he eyes the other. The said guy is busy sucking and lapping on the popsicle resting perfectly between his thighs, palms resting on his lap. Perfect. What a sight to see. "Excuse me but what kind of fuckery are you doing?"
The boy in question stops midway and looks up at Yoongi with a hum. And Yoongi swears something in him feels different. Something. "I said what are you doing?" Yoongi repeats, actually embarrassed that he has to point this shit out. His own popsicle already abandoned on the ground (Yoongi dropped it). "You look like you're sucking your dick in my perspective."
Taehyung retreated his lips from the popsicle with a pop. "Oh don't worry. I'm imagining it's yours."
And that was it. That was the last straw. The fucking last straw.
The shorty Yoongi got down from his high chair (because he’s short he needs it) and walks over to the seemingly-obvious tall-dark-and-handsome man-boy. The seated one stares with a smirk pulling his lips towards the standing one with an unimpressed (but actually is) look.
“You piece of shit.” Yoongi grabs Taehyung’s wrist and drags him harshly into the store’s dusty storage room for a private business meeting. Taehyung drops his popsicle and willingly lets the shorter one drags him. He chuckles at Yoongi’s behavior.
“Yeah but you like this piece of shit.”
“Touché.”