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it was already over seven in the morning, when most people would be at school or at work right now. well… most — because there were still some folks running late, rushing as fast as possible.
the same thing happened to kim taehyung, who was running his butt off to the bus station. it was seven ten, and the bus could arrive at any moment. damn, i’m late again, he sighed.
the neighbourhood here saw this exact same scene every single day, so it was nothing new to them. out of 365 days in a year, perhaps the brunette only managed to show up on time for roughly 20 days.
the weather is scorching hot. at this point, he didn’t even need to shower at all, since the sweat was doing its job just fine. what a great combo: hot weather and being late to school. and did i mention the school was ridiculously far?
taehyung wished he had grown a pair of wings so he could fly straight to the uni, like those little birds. how perfect did it sound? he wouldn’t have to worry about being late ever again. he could even fly to bangtan’s dormitory too… don’t judge him — he couldn’t think straight in this heat.
as taehyung finally made it to the bus station, he immediately leaned against a pillar, panting like a damn dog. when the bus arrived, the brunette actually felt a bit better. it was time to get on. luckily, it wasn’t crowded today, only about five to six people.
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taehyung looked around for a seat. suddenly a head of fluffy pink hair immediately caught his attention. what a cutie! yeah, the brunette knew exactly where he was sitting. he walked over and plopped down next to the pink-haired person. he about to make a new friend — hopefully.
“hello!” he spoke first.
five seconds passed.
“um… i said hello?” ten more seconds passed, and there was still no reply.
what should you do in this situation? simple. just keep bothering them, like kim taehyung.
“hello again! my name is kim taehyung, an engineering major at seoul university.”
“hey! can you hear me?”
“hellooooooooooo?” he whined, tugging at the cutie’s sleeve.
finally, the other man seemed annoyed enough. he pulled one earphone out and frowned at taehyung.
“what are you doing! do i know you?”
“oh, we’re about to. you’re really handsome, so i want to be your friend!” taehyung smiled sheepishly.
“friend? how old are you?” the handsome man continued to frown.
“i’m definitely older than you.” taehyung replied.
“you? older than me? sorry kid, i’m twenty-four. i graduated way before you, engineering boy.”
“oh my goddd, i’m really sorry, hyung! wait can i call you hyung? it’s just… you look so young and cute, so i thought you were younger. i’m nineteen, by the way.” the brunette scratched the back of his head, clearly embarrassed.
“sure,” he said, referring to taehyung’s question. “young and cute? where did you get that from? i’m actually a grown, tall and pretty buff man.”
“yeah, sure… you’re kinda short, though,” taehyung mumbled under his breath.
“what did you just say?”
feisty, are we? exactly my type, taehyung thought.
“i said you’re absolutely right, handsome!”
“you’ve got great eyes, kid,” the older man chuckled.
“but why do you keep your mask on? isn’t it uncomfortable to talk? besides, it’s not very polite, you know…” the pink-haired man had kept his mask on the whole time, not even taking it off as he talked to taehyung.
“i caught a cold recently. i don’t want to affect other people, especially you.” the older man coughed, he seemed nervous.
“ooohhh, are you worrying about me?” damn, he’s already falling for me. i’m so attractive, i know.
“what! i’m just thinking, what if you had it bad and had to be sent to the hospital? then what am i supposed to do? i’m worried about myself, duh,” he denied quickly.
“there’s no way that could happen. you’re funny!” taehyung actually laughed.
“that’s enough talking. i’m getting back to my music.” the man put his earphone back in.
“huh wait?? can i listen too? pleaseeee.”
“fine, fine,” he sighed, passing one of his earphones to taehyung. “here you go.”
𝄞 ₊˚ ‧ ♪ ࿐ ₊ ˚ ⊹ fall (everything), fall (everything)…
“oh wait, this is…. you like bangtan too?”
“you know them?” he asked, looking surprised.
“know? i LOVE them. they’re so so famous, i’m their army! bangtan is so freaking cool, and their music is chef’s kiss.” ah, right up taehyung’s alley.
it was like someone pushed taehyung’s button, and he started yapping non-stop about how amazing bangtan is. little did he know, the pink-haired cutie he’d been talking to this whole time was actually a member of bts — to be exact, suga, min yoongi. oh, he would absolutely FREAK OUT.
“hey, hey, slow down. so who’s your bias? let me guess, j-hope?” min yoongi paused, a hint of amusement in his voice. “oh, i know. it’s jungkook, right?”
“haha, no. my bias is actually suga — min yoongi, the cat. surprised?” taehyung said with a bright grin.
yoongi’s cheeks turned slightly rosy. so people actually like me? he hesitated for a moment before asking, “can i know why?”
“well! suga is so handsome and insanely talented, he's absolutely a genius!” his eyes lit up. then his expression softened. “but… sometimes he doesn’t take care of himself very well. he gets sick a lot, and he’s so thin now. i feel bad for him.” he spoke softly.
there was a moment of silence.
“you know what? i believe suga will try his best to eat more and stop staying up so late. he truly will. so… just believe in him.” yoongi broke the silence first, his voice a little hesitant, but sincere.
i will try, just for you.
“really? how can you be so sure?” taehyung asked, his voice tinged with a hint of happiness.
“i promise,” he said simply.
he wouldn’t let taehyung’s concerns come true ever again. after all, min yoongi was a man of his word, right?
min yoongi had never expected this kind of encounter, yet here he was, worn down by his packed schedule, actually feeling relieved for once. for once in his life, he could finally breathe, basking in the warmth of the light. a comfort he didn’t know he needed, from a light that would soon become his.