Taehyung fucked up.
In short, Banksy, Lady Pink, even Seen have nothing on Jean-Michel Basquiat, and Taehyung's Basquiat inspired piece really does the spark in his heart justice.
Except the piece might be a graffiti piece.
On his future step-dad's brand new Audi.
Long story short, Taehyung was drunk and high all at the same time and Hyungsik had dared him to do it and Kim Taehyung never backs down from a dare.
And even though the man is engaged to Taehyung's gorgeous ditz of a mother, he was real close to pressing those charges.
However, love is strong, unwavering even in the most thunderous of storms, and Taehyung's mother was able to talk the man down from his high rise flat of a ledge.
And so, Taehyung finds himself behind the counter of Epiphany coffee shop, an establishment that resembles more of an apothecary than anything else. (The owner, Seokjin, is very into the woodsy and artsy aesthetics that Tumblr and Pintrest have to offer and let's just say that Amazon is heaven sent.)
The shop donates 45% of it's proceeds to Seoul Children's Hospital, and the credit does lick away at the wound on Taehyung's record.
"It pays well Tae. Not only that but, Jimin-ah works there, and so does Jin! You'll have friends to keep you company."
"Seokjin doesn't like me."
"That's because you told him he looks like an alpaca."
"So you're gonna sit here and tell me that your boyfriend doesn't look like an alpaca?"
Yeah... Jin does resemble the caricature of an alpaca, but that's neither here nor there.
Namjoon was right, Jimin does keep him company, good company at that. And when the old ladies and soccer moms eye Taehyung with disgust because his arms are inked with treacherous hangul and dragons and his bandanas are always tied in a ragged looking knot (hey, at least it matches the color of his uniform), Jimin is always there to sneak a little salt in their drinks.
"It's not really enough to taste but overtime they'll get high blood pressure, which is not good."
All in all, being a barista isn't that bad. Days go by in a blur of caramel macchiatos and bitter americanos, the air smelling sweet and tinged with chocolate mochas, honey creme, and the spices of cinnamon and brown sugar. The latte art is fun and Taehyung has always been a quick learner, his natural knack for visual art making the training an easy 50000 won.
But still, Taehyung feels as if there is a dead weight sitting heavy inside of his hollow chest. The guilt of not doing more with his life curdles in his stomach like rancid milk, giving him bouts of queasiness every second of every day. Every stranger he passes on the street seems to hate his guts, even if they don't know a thing about him, and they don't have to.
They can tell by the look on his face that he's no good.
And so Taehyung will continue to be no good, and he's okay with that. Who gives a fuck what others think about him? Who. Gives. A. Fuck. These people don't pay his bills. Taehyung doesn't even pay his bills, so why would he waste any energy on the people who also don't pay his bills?
Taehyung doesn't have time to be better. It is something that he never will be.
So if Taehyung is going to fail at life, he might as well go all out, right?
Because on Monday, 12:55 p.m. Taehyung becomes bombarded with a list of orders that has his head reeling, and at 1:15 p.m., the door chimes for the umpteenth time today, a tuft of sky blue curls boops into Taehyung's vision. There is still a line of people ahead of the little boop of blue, but Taehyung doesn't have time to think about that. He has cups to fill and drinks to set and the little boop of blue is small, miniscule. The blue is a speck, teeny and tiny and so out of reach when it comes to Taehyung's eyesight.
"Is that all." Taehyung asks the man who just ordered the most obnoxious drink in the world (pumpkin spice latte with extra... everything) and soy to boot. He'll probably foget the soy, no, he'll definitely forget the soy. He just hopes it doesn't pose any health risks. As per usual, boredom is casually laced into Taehyung's tone, but again this is nothing new. The customer simply nods and Taehyung holds out his hand for the won. In a coffee shop bustling like this with insomniacs and caffeine addicts, faces are like masks. He can't tell the front of the line from the back of the line, the students from the suits. The boyfriends from the husbands. (and the girlfriends from the wives too because women are equals and Taehyung knows this for a fact)
This goes to show that Taehyung doesn't remember faces. Hell, can barely remember names, and he prefers it that way. It's easy not to get too attached.
This is a face he'll never forget.
Blue, blue blue blue. The color blue of the water in those 90's animes. Blue curls that frame a perfect, chubby face, painted pink with watercolor in the most uneven and splotchiest of ways.
A sharp and yet, faint blue that cradles a set of perky red ears, two cat-like eyes, and a button nose so round and small and even a bit oily, that Taehyung can't help but to almost coo in delight. The boy's face is again, pudgy, and although clearly belonging to that of a young man, the cute face holds a standard of innocence and youth. A youth not tainted with violence and the angst of broken, anxiety ridden teenage years.
His lashes are primped and primed to perfection and those lips. Ah, those lips. They were unlike any other. Shaped and popped into a permanent pout that had Taehyung staring at them for what felt like days on end. His pale, dainty form is practically drowning in a thick, navy blue cardigan with oversized sleeves, a white tee underneath and hovering above a pair of tight black skinny jeans and a pair of converse.
This boy was pretty. Fuck this boy was pretty, and what makes him even prettier is the fact that he looks like he’s the type of pretty that doesn’t know he’s pretty.
Tae loves that.
And Taehyung has probably been staring for a long time.
Like a long time.
But the boy doesn't say anything. He just purses his lips in what appears to be a mix of confusion and amusement? Taehyung can't really tell. He's too disoriented by this boy's prettiness.
"Hi welcome to Epiphany, what can I get for you?"
Wow Taehyung has never actually performed the proper greeting that he had learned during training. He always stuck to "hi, your order?" as it is more efficient. It cuts right to the chase.
And suddenly Taehyung doesn't really want to cut to the chase anymore.
The boy gives him a single nod, his glistening black orbs a little too steady, motionless.
"Yeah uhm, can I have an Americano please?" He mumbles, satori a little gruff and thick for such a cherub-like face. The contrast of it all has Taehyung feeling like he's standing on a boat amongst rocky shores.
"Is that to-go?" Taehyung asks. The boy shakes his head. Taehyung nods. "Cream? Sugar?" He quips as he takes a mental note of what the boy wants. Cream, sugar, you know, the important things. The boy squeezes his lips tight, eyes now down in thought. The action of his expression makes his cheeks puff out even more and he resembles a very resilient and yet adorable chipmunk.
"A little cream, no sugar please." The boy suddenly can't meet Taehyung eyes now. He begins to fiddle with the sleeves of his cardigan and Taehyung can't help the sly smirk that slithers upon his lips like a snake. The boy's cheeks are even pinker than before and Taehyung has to poke the inside of his cheek with his tongue to quit from acting like a total and beligerant fool.
Taehyung knows a lot of things, and just like he knows he'll never amount to anything in his life, he knows he's attractive as fuck. (Thank you mom and dad)
Taehyung has a beautiful slender nose, firm jawline, almond shaped eyes underneath two thick, sculpted eyebrows. His lips are plump in all the right places and he never leaves the house without a perfect swipe of black eyeliner. Taehyung's face is chiseled to perfection, so much so that he thinks Seokjin is jealous of him, more or less the real reason why he hates him.
The tattoos curved and engrained around Taehyung's biceps do nothing more than enhance his rough, street smart beauty.
Kim Taehyung is fucking gorgeous.
And the delinquent himself knows this.
So upon seeing the reaction that the boy is giving him due to his God given beauty, Taehyung doesn't even have time to think.
He just says it.
"Is something wrong kitten? You need anything else?" He asks as if the term kitten takes no sweat off of his inked-up back. The boy gulps, shaking his head frantically and snatching his card from his wallet.
"No, that's it." He murmurs with a puckered pout. Taehyung is so fucking amused right now.
"That'll be 3900 won please." The boy nods as Taehyung snatches up his cup. "Name for your drink please?"
And for some reason, everything about the name Yoongi just seems so damn right.
The boy is a total Yoongi. He looks like a Yoongi, talks like a Yoongi, acts like a Yoongi.
This boy is most definitely a Yoongi.
And definitely Yoongi seems soft, like a flower.
Taehyung swipes the card and hands it back, all while maintaining perfect eye contact. Yoongi seems to be struggling mentally as he takes back his card and shoves it into his wallet without much thought. He takes the receipt that Taehyung hands him, all without looking at the tatted cashier.
He also draws forth a daisy upon the surface of Yoongi's Americano.
And when Taehyung rings the bell, whisping out Yoongi's name like it's nothing, the boy makes his way over, his steps immediately halting as he stares at the cup of art.
The daisy is pretty, it's petals swirled neatly in ivory as it rests upon a sea of dark brown. There is a dash of cinnamon for embellishment (even though Yoongi didn't ask for any cinnamon so Tae prays to the Lord up above that the kid isn't allergic) and some hints of cocoa too. Taehyung knows it's a bad idea but, he does like to take it upon himself to fix up and experiment with the drinks that people order, as if he knows better than them what they like.
And Yoongi doesn't say anything, he just stares at the cup, a bewildered expression sparkling in his cat-like eyes as the customers in the café come and go around him, paying him no mind. Taehyung has already gotten back to work but, he has his side eye set right on Yoongi, wondering what the blue haired pixie is going to do next.
Which is really nothing and yet everything all the same.
He simply takes the cup into his sweater clad hands, the paws of his cardigan encircling the cup into a warm cozy hug. His lips are pouted and his cheeks, yep you guessed it, a rosy pink. The art in his cup has him quite frazzled and man is Taehyung enjoying the effect his work has on the boy.
Seconds turn to minutes which turn to hours and Taehyung's shift is almost over.
He tries not to be a creep but, he can't help it.
His eyes are continuously drawn to Yoongi's every move.
The boy pulls out a stack of staff paper, a few of the pages already marked.
Taehyung is accustomed to staffs. He loves music, and maybe when he was younger, he thought it was something he could actually pursue as a career, however it's a little too late to become a trainee of any kind and Taehyung doesn't have that much pride in his singing voice.
Now the trumpet? Taehyung can hit that shit.
But in other news, Yoongi does nothing but make notes on paper, sipping his Americano with hesitation, as if he does not want to disrupt the swirls of milk and crème in the shape of a pretty flower.
The flower isn't as pretty as Yoongi by any means but, it will suffice for the evening.
Yoongi eventually leaves and Taehyung finally releases a breath that he didn't even know he was holding. Everything about his stance deflates more than usual, and he wondered how long he had been standing so straight.
He also wondered why he was standing so straight in the first place.
"Okay Tae, you can call it. No one really comes at this time and your shift is over in half an hour anyway." Seokjin says from the oven as he cleans it out. Taehyung breathes out a deep sigh as he takes off his shirt.
"Yay, an extra thirty minutes, thanks hyung." Taehyung drawls out like a petulant, whiny child, sarcasm woven tightly amidst Daegu satori. Seokjin sends him a glare that would have the bravest of souls cowering away in fear.
"Yah! You be glad that I'm even letting you go at all! There are so many things I could have you do before your shift ends, and put on a damn shirt! I don't need people seeing that in here! This is a coffee shop not a strip club you brat."
Taehyung snickers because a coffee shop that also served as a strip club would be quite convenient if not fucking amazing.
And Jin still looks like an alpaca.
Yoongi comes in the next day, this time wearing a pastel blue sweater pulled over a button down that has a neatly folded collar over the neckline of the sweater. His light blue jeans have one hole in them, just over his knee, a yellow Band-Aid covering some type of bruise or scratch. His white sneakers are squeaky clean and his hair is perfectly quaffed upon the top of his noggin, the front curled gently against his forehead and somehow making his cheeks look even puffier than before. He is carrying a stack of books and his lips are faintly glossed and... is that shimmer eyeshadow?
Yoongi looks fluffy, and cuddly, and cute, but also a little strange. Taehyung giggles.
Because haha, cute and strange.
Kind of like a butterfly, a creature that is beautiful until it's close enough for you to see it's buggy eyes and weird structure, because then it's just plain weird.
And Yoongi isn't weird in terms of looks per say, he just seems, different. Like he has jittery feelings that lay rest to a bed of self conscious fears and scatter-brained nerves.
And Taehyung can fucking relate.
The corner of the tatted barista's lips quirk up. "You're back." He says because Taehyung never really plans on what he's going to say. He just says shit and hopes it comes out fly as hell.
Which the words must have, since Yoongi is immediately a flustered, blushing mess. He looks down at the tip of his shoes.
"Yes." He says barely above a whisper. "Can I have uhm, an Americano please?" He asks, his voice airy and frazzled. Taehyung presses the appropriate buttons on the register.
"Let me guess, little cream, no sugar?" He asks knowing damn well he's right even though this is only his second time meeting Yoongi.
The blue haired angel nods. "Uh huh." He affirms before taking out his wallet, balancing his thick stack of books on his hip. He has a bit of trouble getting his card out, his tongue poking out in concentration and the sight is a bit sinful with how glossed and thick his lips are.
Taehyung really needs to get his head out of the gutter.
Once Yoongi finally gets his card out he almost forces it into Taehyung's hand, slightly embarrassed that he held up the line for so long. It's evident in the way he hides his little button nose behind the text books in his hands. Taehyung can't help but to smirk as he slowly takes the boy's card and swipes it through the scanner, not wanting this fun to end so soon.
"You a student kitten?" Taehyung asks as his receipt prints. Yoongi visibly shrinks.
"Kitten?" He asks, the apples of his cheeks darkening a sweet shade of cherry. Taehyung damn near snorts.
"Yeah, that's what you look like, a kitten." He explains. Yoongi bites his lip with a nod, the corner of his lips raising a bit as he tightens his grip on his books.
"Yes, I am."
"You do music?" Taehyung asks, snatching the receipt from it's machine and handing it to Yoongi who, can't really hold anything else. He takes it into his hand quickly.
"Music production with a minor in sound engineering." Taehyung's brows raise in astonishment because hot damn.
Yoongi is cute and he has plans for his future.
Tae loves an intelligent man.
"Cool, maybe you can play me something some time?" Taehyung slips out smoothly without even sparing the boy another glance. He barely hears a choked out okay, sure before Taehyung is onto the next customer.
Yoongi seems to do as before, tucking himself into a neat little corner before pulling out some staff paper and going to town. Taehyung is a little disappointed with the expected outcome of events. It's not like he thought something different was going to happen but, you know, que sera sera and all that shit.
Taehyung is filling up cups and entering in orders without really thinking anymore. It's an awful way to live he feels, no adrenaline coursing through his veins, no spontaneous actions to bring forth the next ridiculous notion.
And then he remembers that he still has Yoongi's drink to make.
The cream is a bit frothy as Taehyung stirs it in, his teeth worrying his bottom lip as he pours in the milk quite consciously.
He dings the bell.
"Yoongi." He says aloud before going to the back to grab more milk.
He hopes Yoongi enjoys the little butterfly in his cup.
By the time Taehyung comes back, Yoongi is so immersed in his work that that the tatted barista can't even see his expression. The blue haired boy has his feet pulled up in his chair, the spine of the book resting against his knees, his pretty face hidden from view. His Americano looks untouched and Taehyung can't help but to wonder why.
And his staring must be quite obvious since the next customer has to clear their throat to get his attention.
Yoongi soon leaves and Taehyung feel his whole body pop, like a balloon that has been prodded and teased with a needle for far too long.
"You good Tae?" Jimin asks as he restocks the bottle of caramel. Taehyung scoffs.
"Never better. Cover for me? I need to smoke." Jimin raises a brow.
"Hell no, it's four forty-five, you got fifteen minutes. You can smoke then." This earns a groan from Taehyung.
"Hyung it's just a goddamn smoke. No one's even here right now! You know how to make these fucking drinks better than I do." Taehyung says, already looking for his pack. Jimin rolls his eyes.
"Smoking will give you lung cancer you ass."
"You fucking dance majors with your nutrition classes and shit."
"Excuse you, I'm a nutrition minor thank you very much."
"Whatever." Taehyung grits as he gives up finding his cigarettes. He probably left them in his locker in the back and for that, he hates himself a smidge more than he does on a daily basis.
Taehyung begins making himself a hot chocolate, not bothering with the art because who literally gives a shit. Jimin pulls up a stool beside him.
"How many more days do you have to go?"
"To come up with 700000 won? An entire lifetime." Jimin giggles melodically and although Taehyung knows he shouldn't he can't help but to laugh along too.
"It's not funny Jimin-ah. I barely get tips here, there's no way I'm gonna come up with that kind of money any time soon." By this time Jimin has stopped laughing and Taehyung feels very shitty. The hot chocolate in his stomach is now making him a bit nauseous and Jimin can see just how neck deep his best friend is this time.
"Maybe after he sees how hard you're working he'll let you off the hook." Jimin offers. Taehyung sighs.
"I highly doubt that. He fucking hates me."
"He doesn't hate you Tae."
"Jimin, he asked my mom how long I would be mooching off of her and when she said she didn't know, he offered to get them a place and leave me to fend for myself."
Jimin hisses through his teeth. "Shit." Taehyung nods before taking another sip.
"Yep. At least my mom is kind of a decent fucking human being. She said no and then he offered to buy me out of my own house. He said he would buy an apartment for me and even cover the rent until I could find a stable job." Taehyung chugs down the rest of the hot chocolate. It tastes like liquid rubber and if the burning sensation in his throat is anything to go by, his taste buds will be singed off for at least a week.
"That doesn't sound too bad TaeTae. You could have your own place, live by your own rules, what's the problem?" Jimin asks and Taehyung's jaw visibly clenches because of course sweet innocent mochi Jimin wouldn't understand the dilemma here.
"Because I don't want a fucking thing from that asshole. Living my life knowing that I'm staying in his apartment with him paying the bills and shit? Fuck no, I wouldn't be able to spend a fucking minute there, knowing I was just letting him hand shit to me."
Jimin frowns. “What does Namjoon-hyung have to say about this?” Taehyung cackles.
”Hyung?! He doesn’t have shit to say, ever. He never stands up for me. Instead he tells me to calm down when he needs to be telling him to calm down.”
Jimin closes his eyes. “He’s just trying to play the middle man Tae. He wants everyone to be happy.”
”Yeah? Well he needs to realize that not everyone is going to be happy all at the same time.”
Jimin sighs before intertwining their hands. Jimin rubs his thumb across the surface of Taehyung's hand and the touch does wonders to Taehyung's heart, calming him down a fraction and warming his skin.
"Things won't always be like this Tae. Things will get better you know." Taehyung scoffs.
"Sure it will."
"It will, and you'll never realize that until you forgive him for what he did."
Taehyung bites his lip.
"You can't forgive something like that."
"TaeTae it was years ago."
"I don't care how long ago it was."
"I need to fucking smoke." Taehyung spits before snatching his hand from Jimin's grip and walking out the back.
He would have loved to believe Jimin, relish in his words of encouragement and hopeful visions for the future.
But Jimin doesn't even know the full story.
And if he did maybe did he wouldn't be so quick to forgive.
At the end of the week, Taehyung has a stack of receipts scribbled with numbers. He counted them. There's ten.
Some of them were dares, others were just very bold, but about one in every 5 girls that ordered a drink from him today wrote their number on a receipt and slipped it his way.
If he’s being honest, Taehyung did consider calling up one of the girls to relieve some stress. Some of those girls were giving him total bedroom eyes, meaning they were down for a quick fuck and a hasty retreat afterwards, however for once in his life, Taehyung listened to his better judgement and threw the receipts away. He didn’t need anymore unanswered texts or frivolous calls from broken-hearted hookups who thought they were 'more than that'.
The girls even went out of their way to write their numbers with pink and purple sparkly pens, hearts and glitter and everything. The whole fucking nine yards.
It's kind of gross.
It's not that Taehyung doesn't like the attention, he does. He likes being reaffirmed that he's a smoking hot piece of ass. However, he doesn't really want the attention.
Well, either that or he wants it from someone else.
So when Yoongi comes back on Monday, (Taehyung has taken a liking to the little game that they have), he has no qualms about holding up the line and making Yoongi squirm where he stands.
"Hi kitten, the usual?" Taehyung asks, cup already in hand. Yoongi's cheeks are already beyond pink and the books in his hands look like they are threatening to spill from his hands any minute. He swallows thickly before nodding, a curious glint in his gorgeous eyes. His brows are a bit furrowed and he looks like he wants to say something but, he holds his tongue with a pout.
He nods. "Yes." He says before pulling out his wallet and taking out his card.
Taehyung swipes it through the scanner. "When are you gonna play me that song kitten?" Taehyung asks as the receipt prints. He pulls out a pen, not bothering to look at the other boy's bewildered expression.
"I, uhm, I don't sing I'm not the one that... I just work the boards and stuff and, rap." Yoongi mumbles out, the sentence growing quieter and quieter with each passing word. Taehyung's body stills, his head quirking to the side with calculating eyes.
"You rap?" He asks, voice thick and unreadable. Yoongi hesitantly nods.
"Well fuck." Taehyung snickers before scribbling on the receipt. "That's dope. Who's your favorite rapper?" Taehyung asks out of genuine curiosity. The ends of Yoongi's lips quirk up slightly and Taehyung ignores the skip of his heart. His head is tilted slightly and it's then that Taehyung realizes that Yoongi really does look like a kitten.
Yoongi doesn't even realize that people are glaring daggers at his back angrily for holding up the line. "I don't know really, I like a lot. They're American though, most of them." Taehyung nods with pursed lips.
"You know Agust D? He's real good." Taehyung says as he hands over the receipt. Yoongi takes it without eyeing it, which is good. Taehyung is kind of glad.
Except that Yoongi's eyes are locked on him instead.
"No. I don't know him. You like his music?" Yoongi asks and Taehyung can really get accustomed to the lyric of Yoongi's soft voice. Taehyung nods quickly.
"Yes. He ain't mainstream or nothin' but, he's amazing. He's from Daegu, like me and the shit he says it just... it's not like any other. He doesn't just rap, he speaks, you know? Like he's talking to us. Like he wants us to know that shit here isn't okay and that we're the only ones that can make it better, the youth. It's fucking powerful. You should check him out." Taehyung doesn't realize how long he's been talking until some rude ass suit behind Yoongi clears his throat in irritation. Taehyung sends him a deadly glare and Yoongi's cheeks turn pink in embarrassment, well, even more pink than they were before.
"Okay, I will." Yoongi stutters out with haste but, not before giving Taehyung a smile, like, a real fucking smile. Gums and all, and let's just say, that beautiful shit hits Taehyung right at his very core.
Taehyung almost chokes, Yoongi walking to his usual corner of the café and setting down his books, his smile smaller now but, just as evident. Taehyung doesn't even make the other orders lined up.
He wants to make Yoongi's first.
He fills the cup, drizzling mocha and caramel and the "little bit" of cream that Yoongi likes, French vanilla today. Taehyung pours in the little bit of milk, swirling a circle within the cup of cocoa coffee and disrupting the ripples of liquid bronze. Taehyung takes his instrument, manipulating the milk left and right, up and down, exploring every inch of the glass.
Taehyung rings the bell.
"Yoongi." He calls out before taking more orders. The boy, creeping out from his corner of solace, and making his way over to where his cup lays rest.
He reaches out for it, hands stilling around the cup when his eyes light up unfathomably. He looks up, brows crinkling and his pouty lips parted. His eyes lock with Taehyung's and the boy behind the counter swears that the world stops turning on its axis, if only for a moment.
There is so much in Yoongi's eyes, so many words, so many pictures within his chocolate orbs. His eyes are the color of the coffee that sits heartily in his cup.
Taehyung's heart glows.
Yoongi nips at the liquid in his cup, not wanting to disrupt the face of the kitten that smiles at him from the surface of the coffee.
Epiphany has a new worker coming in to train. His name is Jeongguk and Seokjin has to emphasize the fact that he is a distant relative and strictly by marriage, not by blood.
Mainly because Jeongguk is weird as fuck.
"Okay, so does everything make sense? Any questions?" Jimin asks endearingly, his mochi cheeks squished upward and the glint in his eyes absolutely smitten.
"No, I'm okay I think. Thanks." Jeongguk says. The boy has big doe eyes, a slightly hooked nose, and thin pretty lips that he keeps moisturizing with cherry chapstick every ten seconds. It's kind of hilarious, and Taehyung tries not to snort at the fact that Jimin's eyes are continuously drawn to the action every time he does it. Something weighs heavy in the pit of Taehyung's stomach, and it tells him that this won't end well.
"Okay cool. Tae, this is Jeon Jeongguk, Jeongguk, Kim Taehyung, my best friend and the best latte artist in all of Seoul!" Jimin says with a slight giggle. Jeongguk starts choking, like, legit choking and Taehyung can't help but to cackle because holy shit is this kid so obvious.
"You, you okay? You need some water?" Jimin asks in a panicked rush. Jeongguk brushes him off.
"No, I'm okay." He squeaks out. Jimin nods, not really convinced but knowing that the morning rush is about to start and everyone needs to get to work.
"Well... alright then. Taehyung will fill you in on what more you need to do. I have to go to class so, I'll probably see you tomorrow. Break a leg!" Jimin says before making his way out the door.
Jeongguk audibly gulps.
"Did... did he just tell me to break my leg? Was that a threat? Did he threaten me? I thought... I thought he liked me." Jeongguk says, his fisting the part of his shirt where his heart beats underneath in dramatic anguish. Taehyung's jaw drops before he rolls his eyes, a small and amused smile playing at his lips.
"It's a dancer thing. It means the same as good luck." Taehyung half-heartedly explains as he starts making his way to the counter to unlock the register.
"Oh." Jeongguk mouths with a pout before following him.
The morning rush starts, a flurry of caramel pumps and sprinkles of sugar commencing and making the shop smell sweet. Jeongguk is on cooking duty and has the job of toasting the bagels and making sandwiches. He's not bad at it, by any means, and he seems to actually be having some fun, which, although Taehyung will never admit it, makes him smile.
But only a fraction of a smile.
Taehyung finds that the only thing that keeps him at this God-forsaken job is the chance that he'll see a certain mint haired angel every day, that and, the fact that he'll probably go to jail if he doesn't cough up this cash.
But jail doesn't seem as bad as not being able to see Yoongi every day.
And let's be clear, it's not that he wants to actually see Yoongi. He just likes messing with him. He likes making the pretty boy with the plump cheeks and perfect face splutter and coil in embarrassment.
It's fun to make a mess of people, just like all the people that have made a mess of Taehyung.
But in a blurry haze of coffee and crème, the morning rush is over and Yoongi is no where to be found. Taehyung doesn't know why he feels the way he does, like his chest is hollow and, bleak. There is a tiny pang of hurt there, one that resembles disappointment, a sensation that Taehyung is very close friends with.
However, the problem isn't that he has the feeling. The problem is that he doesn't know why it's there in the first place.
"Is something wrong?" Jeongguk asks. It catches Taehyung off guard and, it does annoy him a bit because, what he feels is nobody's business. No one has the right to ask him how he feels. It's not their right, and it's definitely not Jeongguk's, some kid he doesn't even know.
"I'm fine." Taehyung says curtly as he replaces the dispensers of flavoring. Jeongguk follows him much to the tatted boy's dismay.
"You sure? You were staring at the door for a very long time. I don't even think you blinked." Jeongguk insinuates. Taehyung's jaw clenches.
"Kid, I said I'm fine. Now go and sweep the floors or something." He says, barely pulling back the reigns of his temper. Jeongguk scoffs.
"Kid? I'm not a kid. I'm only two years younger than you." Jeongguk quips with crossed arms. Taehyung turns to face him, leaning against the counter with a certain smugness that ignites a fearful glint in Jeongguk's eyes.
"Oh really? How do you know my age." Taehyung asks. He swears if Jimin told this boy anything about him...
"Jiminie-hyung told me. He told me not to be scared because you're only twenty-two and that you barely know what you're doing either. He also told me you almost set the cash register on fire which... I didn't know was possible, you know, this being a coffee shop and all that."
Taehyung is gonna kill Jimin.
"Whatever I don't... whatever. Just, fuck, go and mop the kitchen." Taehyung orders. Jeongguk smirks.
"I did that this morning."
"Then clean out the pantry."
"Did that too."
"Replace the dispensers."
"You just did that."
"You..." Taehyung closes his eyes turning around so that he doesn't have to stare at Jeongguk's annoyingly handsome face. He can practically hear the shit-eating grin upon the boy's lips.
He hears Jeongguk approach him from behind. "We're actually only a year and a few months apart. My birthday is in a few weeks if you want to come." Jeongguk offers and Taehyung turns around to look him dead in the eye, a bored look on his face. His heart twinges slightly at the offer, as Taehyung isn't really known to be a socialite, despite having the charm and the personality to fit the bill.
Taehyung can be kind. He can be kind and sociable and considerate. These things are simple things to be and hell, they're far easier than being mean. It takes more energy out of you to be hateful or hurtful.
However, the world has been unkind to Kim Taehyung, and he has no choice but to carry out the thoughts in which this cruel world has gifted him.
"Congrats I guess? On being twenty-one or whatever but, I'm okay. Thanks for the invite though." Taehyung says with a dull tone, trying to ignore how Jeongguk's lips turn downward at the decline. He swallows.
"You should come. I'm from Busan like Jimin-hyung and... I don't know many people. I'll be twenty-one so, we'll obviously go to a bar or something if you wanted to drink or whatnot. We don't even really have to talk it's just... you should come. I want people to come." Jeongguk says and albeit feebly, full of vigor and reason.
And as much as Taehyung would like to give in, he can't.
He is no good. He's not normal. He doesn't deserve the right to be around those who have done nothing but profit and live life the way they wanted to.
Taehyung doesn't want to mess that up.
"Thanks kid but, no thanks. Sorry. Have fun." Is all Taehyung says before retreating to the screen of his cracked iPhone, not wanting to face Jeongguk anymore.
The younger boy doesn't say anything. He doesn't voice his disappointment and he doesn't talk to Taehyung for the next hour and a half. Instead the younger plays games on his phone, glancing at the tatted barista every now and then.
Taehyung feels like utter shit.
The rest of the afternoon is uneventful, and it isn't until around 3:00 p.m. that the chimes above the door twinkle and shine.
"Uhm, Taehyung-ssi?" He hears Jeongguk say. He sighs.
"What." He asks, looking up from his phone and coming face to face with Yoongi.
Taehyung's breath hitches as he tucks his phone away, trying desperately to calm his beating heart. It is unlikely to catch him off guard but alas, here we are, and here he is looking stupid in front of the one person that he had been hoping to see.
You know, just to mess with him.
"Hi." Yoongi greets quietly, his eyes shy and cheeks, a pretty pink. Today, he is wearing an oversized yellow sweater, light blue jeans that are clean and elongate his thin, short legs. His Vans match the sweater he's wearing and the sunshine yellow contrasts with his curly mint blue hair. He's wearing a little bit of makeup today and it makes Taehyung's stomach squirm.
What the fuck dude.
"You're late." Is all Taehyung can say with a straight face. Yoongi's eyes widen a bit, taken aback by the boy's sudden bluntness.
"Oh. I'm... sorry?"
"Yes, you should be." Taehyung says with crossed arms. Yoongi smiles, his gums peeking out from behind his lips.
Taehyung damn near has a heart attack.
"I didn't realize that getting my coffee had to be at a certain time, like all my classes." Yoongi says, still smiling as he fiddles with the puffy sleeves of his sweater. Taehyung squeezes his lips into a thin line.
"Well... now you know." Taehyung says briskly, trying his damndest not to crack up right then and there. Yoongi gives a single nod, his smile still apparent and beautiful. Taehyung starts working the register.
"That'll be 3900 won." Yoongi pays in cash today and Taehyung realizes that so many aspects of their daily interaction is changing.
He doesn't mind it so much.
"That'll be ready in a few minutes." Taehyung says before grabbing himself a cup. Yoongi turns to set his things down but, he doesn't. He shifts nervously on his feet, picking at his sleeves before turning back around, his gaze unfaltering and purposeful.
"I listened to Agust D." Yoongi says randomly. Taehyung's body stills before pouring coffee into the glass. He doesn't spare Yoongi a glance, and he doesn't stop making the boy's coffee.
"What did you think?" Taehyung asks, pretending not to be invested by any means in the conversation. Yoongi steps closer to the counter.
"He... has a lot to say." Yoongi says simply, naïve almost. Taehyung huffs at such an answer.
"Yeah, he does." Taehyung says before grabbing the cream. "Can you blame him? Our world sucks." He says. Yoongi bites his lip.
"It does, sometimes."
"And then there are people who do dumb shit and say dumb shit and those are the same people that get everything handed to them on a silver platter."
"And those are the same fucking people who just so happen to be in power too. The people who make all of our rules and pretend to care and then treat us like utter shit."
"The same people that hurt others and―"
"Taehyung!" Jeongguk shouts just before the cup overflows, hot coffee spilling over the brim as the cup tumbles over the table. It falls, the glass shattering to pieces and the hot liquid burning Taehyung in the process.
"Fuck." Taehyung hisses through gritted teeth, stepping back as Jeongguk rushes to grab a dish rag. He starts to wipe up the coffee, ridding the ground of the broken fragments of glass. Yoongi hasn't moved from his spot, his eyes filled with worry, sadness shocking his entire system, making him unable to react. The coffee shop is silent with the exception of Taehyung's ragged breathing. His eyes water up and Jeongguk stands warily before him.
"Hyung, hyung are you okay? Do I need to call Jimin-hyung?" He asks, voice shaky with fear. Taehyung gulps, feeling the sudden urge to cry. He looks at Yoongi who, has a strained look of agony on his face, as if he's scared.
Scared of him.
Taehyung caused that.
He caused that.
"N-No, no J-Jeongguk I'm, I'm fine I just, here." Taehyung grabs another cup, starting the whole process over again. "See? I'm good, I'm good." He says, trying to convince himself more than anybody else. Jeongguk looks like he wants to reach out and stop him but, he decides against it, his internal battle quite clear for Yoongi to see.
Jeongguk sends Yoongi a small, trying smile as he dispenses of the glass and heads back to the kitchen.
The silence in the shop is life threatening and Taehyung just wants to make it stop. He feels as if he's drowning, everything he knows and loves dearly falling to the surface of the ocean floor below. He can't breathe, he can't think, his insides being wrung out like a hot, wet towel.
He's just about done making Yoongi's coffee when -
"Your name is Taehyung." Yoongi says, as if he's just made the figured out the most desired discovery in all of man kind. He says Taehyung's name as if it's a revelation and Taehyung...
Taehyung can breathe again.
"I, ha, yeah." Taehyung says with a bitter laugh.
"I didn't know that." Yoongi concludes with a small smile playing on his pouty lips. It makes Taehyung smile a little too.
"How could you."
"I don't know. Everyone usually has a name tag here but, you don't. I didn't, I didn't know what to call you." He says, quietly, softly. Taehyung reaches for the milk, his senses coming back to him bit by bit as he follows the melody of Yoongi's voice.
"You never asked." Taehyung says. Yoongi hums.
"You're right. I didn't."
Taehyung works his magic, exploiting the coffee for it's bitterness and color, maneuvering the milk in ways that bring music to both his and Yoongi's ears.
Taehyung slides the cup over as swiftly as he can, not wanting his art to tremble away.
It's a treble clef.
"Enjoy." Taehyung says. Yoongi giggles, taking the cup gingerly into his sweater-pawed hands. He takes a delicate sip, popping his lips at the delicious taste. Swirls of caramel drizzle and cocoa dance on his tongue. He looks up at Taehyung who, had been watching him the whole time.
"You always make my drink different."
"What?" He asks, brought out of his daze. Yoongi smiles.
"Every time you make my drink, it tastes different." He says. Taehyung raises a brow.
"What? No it doesn't." He says in faux disbelief, his playful nature inching its way back into his chemically imbalanced system.
Yoongi frowns slightly. "Yes it does. I can taste caramel in here." He says. Taehyung squints at him.
"I never asked for caramel."
Taehyung blinks, again.
"Are you sure? I could have sworn you asked for some."
"Nope. I didn't. I also didn't ask for chocolate either." Yoongi says with a slight smirk, as if he's got Taehyung beat at his own game.
Taehyung scoffs. "The real question is, does it taste good?"
"I come here every day, don't I?" Yoongi answers, a playful tilt coloring his voice. Taehyung leans back against the table of dispensers, eyeing Yoongi as if he is trying to figure out the code to what type of human he is.
"I guess you've got me there." Taehyung says. Yoongi nods.
"You also put your number on that receipt." He says, his smile gone. Taehyung shrugs.
"Yeah, I did."
"Why." Yoongi asks, his voice suddenly small, unrecognizable. It confuses Taehyung because in the hair of a second, the playful, rosy-cheeked boy before him is no longer that.
He is small.
Taehyung clears his throat. "I... I don't really know just, I don't know. In case you wanted it or something." Taehyung answers bleakly. In truth, he really doesn't know why he did it. Other girls were giving him their numbers on receipts and at the time, it seemed silly, funny even. It was just a little joke or a game, and he expected Yoongi to either look at the number and react, or throw the receipt away, not even noticing that his number was there.
Not call him out on his bullshit.
"Oh." Is all Yoongi can say before looking down at his cup of coffee. The treble clef is gone, replaced with a blob of foam and sweetener. He seems disappointed and again, Taehyung can tell because for some odd reason he feels it too, at this very moment.
"Are you... are you working tonight?" Yoongi asks. The question is unsure and forced. It makes Taehyung almost cringe with how awkward the question is asked but, he just shakes his head.
"No. Jimin will be though. Why, you need something?" Yoongi frantically shakes his head.
"No just, just wondering." He says and Taehyung wants to press on but, he doesn't. He doesn't need this boy to know that he cares.
Instead he just shrugs.
"Okay." The quick silence is brief, uncomfortable as it hangs above the two like a dark cloud.
Yoongi coughs. "I have to study. Thanks for the coffee." He says before retreating to his usual corner and opening his books. Taehyung sighs before making his way to the back where, Jeongguk is nursing a bloody finger with a wad of tissue.
"Jeongguk? What the hell happened?" Taehyung asks before rushing to get the first aid kit from the pantry. The boy laughs sheepishly.
"It was the glass. One of the shards cut me when I was trying to throw it away." He explains. Taehyung feels a pang of guilt ringing sharply in his chest.
"Shit Jeongguk, I didn't, I'm sorry." He says as he starts to bandage Jeongguk's cut. The boy smiles.
"It's okay, I'm fine I just... I couldn't find the first aid kit." He says shyly, cheeks red in shame.
Taehyung scoffs. "It's in the cabinet over here, first shelf. Did Jimin not tell you that?" He asks, slightly angry at his best friend, even though he doesn't know for sure if he trained the boy properly.
Jeongguk shrugged. "He probably did. I wasn't really, paying attention?"
"You weren't paying... oh." Taehyung takes in Jeongguk's dismal, flushed expression. Taehyung sighs.
"Okay well, it's always there if you need it, okay?"
"Okay." Taehyung cleans up Jeongguk's thumb and helps the boy to stand from the ground. Jeongguk clears his throat.
"Who was that guy out there? The one you were talking to?" He asks. Taehyung's throat runs dry as he shrugs.
"I don't really know him. He's just some boy." He says, his tan skin betraying him as it takes on a shade of rose. Jeongguk squints at him.
"Is that your boyfriend?"
Taehyung actually chokes too this time.
"What?! Jeongguk I just said I don't really know him!" Taehyung exclaims as he busies himself with cups and plates that need to be washed.
Jeongguk snickers. "That didn't sound like someone you didn't know. You guys seemed very friendly." The boy admits. Taehyung sighs.
"Well, I don't know what to tell you."
"What's his name?"
"Jeongguk are you always in somebody's business? Is this just how you are as a person? Because if so it's very annoying." Taehyung says as he violently washes the dishes.
Jeongguk pouts. "I just want to know his name. Do you want me to ask him myself? Because I'll do it, and then he'll know we were talking about him." Jeongguk says with a raised brow. Taehyung turns around from the sink, challenging him to do what he just proposed. The second Jeongguk gets up, Taehyung loses the fight.
"Okay fine. His name is Yoongi."
"Yoongi...?" Jeongguk encourages Taehyung to keep going.
Taehyung shrugs. "That's all I know. I don't know his surname."
"Hmm... Yoongi." Jeongguk plays with the words on his tongue. Taehyung rolls his eyes in exasperation. "It sounds familiar. I think I've heard Jin-hyung say that name but, I don't know."
This does peak Taehyung's interest as he stops washing the dishes entirely, turning off the faucet. "He knows Yoongi?" Jeongguk shrugs.
"Maybe. I don't know, but I could ask?"
"No." Taehyung says quickly before turning the water back on. "Don't do that. I don't really care much anyway." Taehyung can hear Jeongguk snort before a chair creaks.
"Whatever you say." Jeongguk mutters before returning to the front upon hearing the door chimes ring once more. Taehyung exhales deeply.
Yoongi knew his name now.
Yoongi had his number now.
And although things shouldn't be different, they are.
hey i know u just got off but i really need a solid
i forgot i had a date and i need someone to cover for me
ill split my next check with you
Taehyung was livid.
Not only was he ready to go the fuck home, but he was that desperate for money that he was willing to pretty much let anyone take advantage of his time.
Thankfully, it's almost time to close up shop and since no one is here nor coming in any time soon, he might as well close up early, right?
Because as Taehyung is tidying up in the back the doors chime, ten minutes before they're about to close.
Taehyung inwardly groans, stomping from the back and ready to snap on whoever just entered the shop.
"We're about to close up so get... Yoongi?" The tatted boy immediately stops in his tracks.
Because the person that entered the shop is Yoongi.
And he looks stunning.
He has on a pair of black jeans that are ripped a bit at the thigh and at the knees. His hair is parted and quaffed neatly, curling to the front and resting upon his forehead in a delicate swoop. He is wearing a black oversized turtle neck that just swallows him up, making him look even tinier than ever before. He has on a bit of smoky eyeshadow, as well as a little blush and some lip gloss. His earrings shimmer and catch the dim light of the shop in the most entrancing of ways, one a simple hoop, the other a chain attached to a cross that dangles. His sneakers are black and he looks, almost nervous.
Upon seeing Taehyung at the counter, Yoongi completely freezes, his eyes wide and panicked. "Taehyung?" He calls out. Tae snorts, eyeing Yoongi up and down and ignoring the boy's furious blush.
"What's up?" He greets. Yoongi shakes his head.
"Nothing, nothing I'm just, waiting for someone." He says before finding a seat in his usual corner. He looks up at Taehyung who is still eyeing him suspiciously. The boy shrinks as he looks down at the floor. "I thought you said you weren't working tonight."
Taehyung snorts. "I wasn't, but then I was."
Yoongi frowns. "That doesn't make any sense." He says, and Taehyung can't help but to laugh.
"My friend asked me to cover his shift. That's why I'm here but, that doesn't explain why you are here, or why you asked me that in the first place."
Yoongi gulps. "I was just... wondering. It doesn't matter why I asked just, let it go." Yoongi says, agitated and clearly done with this conversation. Taehyung glowers as Yoongi finds solace in the screen of his phone.
"Fine then, but we close in ten minutes so, if your friend isn't here before then, you're gonna have to leave."
Yoongi looks up, a fire in his eyes as he stares Taehyung down. He looks back down at his phone as Taehyung retreats to the back, slightly annoyed for various reasons.
Who the fuck is Yoongi waiting for that he has to look like that. All hot and gorgeous and so, so pretty.
None of this makes any sense. Why did Yoongi want to know whether or not he was working tonight? If Taehyung had said yes, would Yoongi have showed up here? Looking. Like. That.
Who is Yoongi waiting for?
Also, Yoongi's attitude with him was un-fucking-necessary.
Taehyung puts his headphones in. He texts a few friends, watches some videos and most importantly, stresses about the possibility that Yoongi is here waiting for a date and struggling to understand why it bothers him so much.
What was supposed to be ten minutes, turns to thirty, which then turns to an hour in a half. Taehyung doesn't know why he hasn't closed up yet. Perhaps it's the fact that he doesn't want to risk the chance of seeing Yoongi with... somebody.
But it's been more than two hours and Taehyung is sure that Yoongi is gone by now, having all the fun in the world.
With his date.
That Taehyung already hates.
Taehyung takes the keys from his back pocket, turning off the lights to the kitchen and closing up the pantry. He is about to lock the register when suddenly, he hears someone sniffling.
Taehyung watches on as Yoongi wipes his cheeks and nose with the sleeve of his sweater. He looks out the window, running a hand through his ruffled hair that looks as if he's been running a hand through it for the hundredth time in the past two hours.
Taehyung frowns. "Hey." He calls out. Yoongi startles out of his skin, looking up at Taehyung, his eyes wet and his round nose as pink as can be.
"I'm sorry I'm, I'm leaving I'm―"
"Hey, wait just, hold on." Taehyung says as he rounds the corner of the counter, making his way to Yoongi's table. He tries to ignore how Yoongi shrinks away from him as he approaches but, he doesn't let it deter him from what he feels he needs to do.
"What's... what's wrong. Why are you crying." Taehyung asks as he sits down swiftly. Yoongi combs his fingers through his hair once more. He has on black nail polish that is starting to chip away at the edges. Taehyung thinks it's because the boy has been picking at his nails.
He is proven right when Yoongi does just that.
"I'm not... I'm fine okay? I'll leave now―"
"No don't just, wait. Please wait." Taehyung surprises himself as he damn near begs the boy before him to stay still. He wants to get to the bottom of this, no, he has to get to the bottom of this. Whoever hurt Yoongi needs to pay for this.
Taehyung has to make them pay.
And Taehyung doesn't know why he feels the need to take it upon himself to get revenge for whoever made Yoongi cry, but the sight makes his heart ache so bad he feels sick.
Pretty people shouldn't cry.
And Yoongi is pretty.
Yoongi looks annoyed, his brows furrowed and his lips pouted as he stays still, waiting for Taehyung to speak again.
Taehyung gulps. "Were you... was it a date? Were you waiting for a date?" He asks cautiously, and he already knows the answer when Yoongi sniffles once more, wiping his red nose.
"Yeah..." He replies, barely above a whisper. "He stood me up."
Taehyung sighs. "I'm sorry."
"He's a fucking asshole."
Yoongi giggles. "Yeah, he is."
Taehyung hums before looking out of the window. Yoongi follows his gaze.
"Did you know him before this?"
Yoongi nods. "Yeah. His name is Jinyoung. He... this would have been our fifth date, that's kinda why I'm upset. I've been stood up before it's just... this is different." Taehyung frowns because whoever would stand Yoongi up is not in their right mind.
"Ah... and he just, didn't show up or some shit?"
Yoongi shakes his head, curling his fists to his knees. "I guess he got what he wanted from our last date."
Taehyung's stomach drops.
That fucking bastard.
Taehyung bites his lip so hard he almost draws blood. Off of Taehyung's silence, Yoongi seems to panic slightly.
"I d-didn't, I didn't want to I don't... I don't do stuff like that, you know? I mean I would but, not on the fourth date." He clarifies, trying to find Taehyung's eyes as trembles in his seat.
Taehyung still isn't looking at him, picturing the face of the kid that had the audacity to use and abuse Yoongi like that. He would certainly kick their ass, no doubt about it.
Yoongi clears his throat. "I just thought... I thought he was different. I thought he liked me but... he didn't touch me like he liked me... but by then it was too late." Yoongi concludes sadly, more tears falling from his indescribably sad eyes.
Taehyung has had enough.
He stands so fast that his chair screeches, causing Yoongi to jump in his seat.
"Come on." Is all Tae says, and although Yoongi looks confused as all hell, he stands.
"Where are we going?"
Taehyung smiles. "We're gonna do something fun, you know. So you can get your mind off of this asshole." He says before making his way to the back and beneath the counter. Yoongi scrambles to catch up.
The two make their way out the back, Taehyung quick in his steps and Yoongi right on his coat tails. Once in the alleyway, Taehyung looks for his bike.
"Ah, there she is." He says before jogging over to the motorcycle and throwing his leg over.
Yoongi's eyes widen. "This... this is yours?" He asks in disbelief.
Taehyung snorts. "Yep. Hop on. She don't bite." He says before patting the back seat of the bike and picking up his helmet.
Yoongi quickly shakes his head. "No I... I've never ridden a motorcycle before. That's not my thing." He says.
Taehyung flashes him a smile, and the barista swears Yoongi blinks about ten times in one second.
"Don't worry. I won't drive too fast. Where we're going isn't that far anyway, okay? You just have to trust me." Taehyung says, a flirtatious tone coloring his voice as he smirks.
Yoongi bites his lip. "I don't even know you." He says, the corners of his lip turning up a bit. Taehyung can tell the mint haired boy has a taste for danger. He can feel it, in the way Yoongi is barely talking himself out of it.
In the way his eyes shine as he looks down at the motorcycle.
Taehyung extends a hand. "Kim Taehyung, nice to meet you." He greets dramatically. Yoongi giggles, gums a blazin' and Taehyung feels his heart jump into his throat.
Yoongi shakes his hand.
"Min Yoongi." He says softly, and Taehyung preens.
"Alright Min Yoongi, do you trust me?" Taehyung asks, their hands still joined as he pulls Yoongi in slowly. They are so close now that their breaths are mingling.
Yoongi smells like mints and coffee.
"Yes, I trust you."
The ride to the lot isn't long.
But it feels like forever with the way Yoongi's arms are tightened around Taehyung's waist.
He offered to let the boy wear his helmet, as he doesn't feel the need for it, rather having the wind tousle his long chocolate locks. Yoongi squeezes Tae tight whenever they take a hard turn or speed up, and Taehyung can't help but to throw his head back and laugh at the feeling.
Min Yoongi is so cute.
Taehyung parks his bike around the corner of the factory, helping Yoongi off slowly by intertwining their hands and guiding his steps with a soft hand on the smaller boy's waist. Taehyung takes Yoongi's helmet off with a gentle ease.
Yoongi has helmet hair and it makes Taehyung beam.
"You... are a reckless driver." Yoongi pants. His cheeks are red, a bead of sweat dripping from his hairline. He looks scarred for life and Taehyung has to fight off the urge to kiss his look of fear away.
Instead he scoffs, grabbing the book bag that he had asked Yoongi to hold.
"I am not." He says as he walks away. Yoongi gasps as he runs to catch up.
"Yes you are. We almost died twice!"
"No we did not Yoongi." Taehyung teases. Yoongi pouts as he crosses his arms over his chest.
"How old are you?" He asks. Taehyung removes the rusty lock of the gate that no one ever locks.
"Twenty-two, you?" Yoongi's lips squeeze into a thin line.
"Twenty-four, so that's hyung to you." He grits. Taehyung smiles.
"Twenty-four huh? If you asked me I would have said you look twelve with how tiny you are."
Taehyung does not jump at the half-hearted smack that Yoongi lands into his upper arm. "I'm glad I didn't ask you then."
Taehyung leads Yoongi around a dark corner, gritty colors and fumes coming into view. Yoongi's feet have halted, Taehyung still kicking the gravel with his brisk steps as he unzips his bag.
He pulls out a few spray cans, ones of various colors and hues. Yoongi shifts his feet nervously.
"You... you brought me tagging?" He asks. Taehyung's lips purse.
"Wow... tagging... I'm impressed. I was expecting you to say something along the lines of 'graffiti-ing' or some shit like that. Trust me, I've heard it before."
Yoongi frowns. "You do know this is illegal, right?" He asks. Taehyung's cheeks are beginning to hurt from how much he is smiling. He isn't used to this shit.
"Is it considered illegal if no one is here to see us doing it?"
Taehyung cackles. "Look just... here, take this." He hands Yoongi a can. It's blue.
"There is an empty space there, it's all yours if you'll have it." He says before getting to work. Yoongi eyes the can in his hands suspiciously, as if its going to jump out and bite him in the neck. He swallows thickly before walking over to the space that Taehyung had motioned to.
"Art... isn't really my thing."
"A lot of things aren't really your thing." Taehyung comments before the whooshing of spray cans fill the dusty air. Yoongi rolls his eyes.
"I mean, I like watching people paint and stuff. It's really relaxing."
Taehyung's body stills before he starts spraying again.
"Yeah. It is."
"Do you draw too?" Yoongi shoots him a look as he snaps off the cap of his can. Taehyung isn't looking at him. He's staring at the wall with a fierce tenacity, his eyes dark and his eyebrows drawn.
"I do." He responds.
Yoongi can't help but to feel dissed. "I'll stop talking to you if you can't spray and talk at the same time. You are the one that brought me here..." He pouts before he starts spraying the wall himself. Taehyung hums.
"No, I can talk. I'm pretty good at multitasking if I do say so myself." He says underneath all the spraying.
Yoongi bites the inside of his cheek, letting the color spritz of the spray can guide his movements and lead him in some direction. His eyes wander along the wall, his gaze grazing over words and images of all kinds. The pictures are soul-rapturing but, Yoongi is more interested in the poetry than anything.
It reminds him of his music, words that cradle his heart in the most gut wrenching of ways.
One stanza really strikes a chord with him.
"I've got a crow-tit's legs, and you have a stork's legs. They all say their legs are worth a million bucks.
My legs are shorter, so how do you expect me to keep up?
They say it shouldn't matter, since we're coming from the same place.
Never, never, never."
Yoongi's hands go numb as he tightens the grip on his can. He turns to look at Taehyung, the sounds of his can still whirring in Yoongi's mind.
He looks up, the can in Taehyung's hand bringing forth a pair of wings to life.
The wing on the left is fully constructed, wide and glorious in its length and design. Each feather is intricate, sprayed in what is probably gray, but looks silver beneath the stars.
Yoongi's feet begin to move before his brain can even comprehend his actions.
He stops, standing behind Taehyung, watching. The leather clad boy is spray painting the wings of a man that is wearing a suit, his white blouse tore open, his tie falling away. He is wearing a pair of sneakers, despite his business-like attire. One hand is resting delicately against his side, the other, holding a mask to his face.
It's a mask that looks as if it belongs in a masquerade, paper faces parading down the streets of Seoul.
And Taehyung is painting it.
"This... is yours?" Yoongi asks, mouth agape and dumbfounded. Taehyung laughs.
"Yeah, it's mine."
"It's beautiful." Taehyung throws the boy a quick look over his shoulder before returning to his masterpiece.
"Thank you." Is all he can say, before his arm falls limply to his side. He clips the cap of his spray can back on. "I've always liked the concept of masks. They can be so beautiful on the outside but... whoever is wearing the mask can be whatever they want to be, whether that's beautiful or not." He says, voice trailing off near the ends of his words. Yoongi wants to unpack such a thought but, Taehyung is already walking over to the corner of the wall that Yoongi used to inhabit. He also senses that now is not the time to discuss such a matter.
"Let's see what you've got." Tae says with a smirk. Yoongi's breath gets caught in his throat.
"W-Wait it's... it's not as good as yours." He stutters before rushing to meet Taehyung's side. He arrives just in time before Taehyung splutters out a laugh, clutching at his sides as he heaves out his laughter.
"Wait... h-holy shit that's good..." He screeches before he tries to catch his breaths. Yoongi's nose wrinkles as he crosses his arms, an annoyed expression coloring his face as vividly as the spray paint on the walls.
"I told you, I don't do art." He mumbles. They both stare at the humongous FUCK CAPITALISM spray painted in blue on the wall, beneath it a large doodle of a penis. It is childish in nature, extremely immature in design but, Yoongi can't help but to giggle along too.
Taehyung places his hands on his hips. "I think it's a work of art. If you ask me, I think it belongs in a museum." He says with all the seriousness in the world. Yoongi snorts.
"Well again, I'm glad I didn't ask you." He says. Taehyung turns to look at him before pursing his lips in thought. Yoongi's chest feels far too tight for his liking, and uncomfortably warm too.
Why are Taehyung's lashes so long?
And how many moles does this boy have.
"Did you hear what I said?"
"I asked if you were hungry."
That's how the two find themselves leaning against Taehyung's bike, boxes of takeout in their hands, the starts gleaming above with no contrite.
Taehyung leans over. "What you got?" Yoongi snorts at Taehyung's bluntness.
"Tteokbokki." He answers. Taehyung swipes at his box with his chopsticks. Yoongi swats his hand away with an undignified yelp.
"Stop it! You have your own Taehyung." He whines. Taehyung giggles before giving up and tilting his own container over.
"Here." He offers. Yoongi squints at him, knowing damn well that this is some kind of ploy to get ahold of his food but, he gives up. He plunks out a piece of chicken from Taehyung's box and plops it into his mouth. He offers up his own box.
"Here, I'm full." He says. Taehyung smiles as he chews.
The silence between them isn't nearly as heavy as before. It's somehow lighter, softer, more of a bright, fluffy cloud, instead of a dark, formidable one.
Yoongi clears his throat, knowing he has been meaning to say this for some time now, however, Taehyung just kept surprising him throughout the night, never giving him the chance to voice is appreciation.
And Yoongi wants to say so much, so much more than what his heart will allow. However, he can't. He just doesn't know how, and it's painful to say the least, his lips parting repeatedly, mouth agape like a fish out of water.
But whatever the case may be, he needs to say something, anything.
"Thank you." Yoongi says, barely above a whisper. He doesn't look at Taehyung, he doesn't say nothing else, he just looks out. Out into the open waters that reflect against the night sky.
And Yoongi's brain must be playing tricks on him, because he hears a bit of shuffling, the squeaking of leather, a bright and luminous warmth at his side.
Yoongi takes in a shrill breath, the heat beside him enveloping all sides, lulling him into a state of peace that has his stomach fuzzy and his hands shaking.
And Yoongi gives into that peace, leaning into Taehyung's side, and resting his head against the other boy's shoulder.
And it's a peace he hasn't felt in a long time.
"My roommate is gonna kill me for coming in this late."
"It's only two a.m."
"You are a monster."
The bike is still running. Taehyung plants his foot firmly on the ground, his bike tilting as Yoongi climbs off. He hands Taehyung back his helmet.
"You're a bad influence Kim Taehyung." He says with a smirk, his knees wobbly as he tries to will away the need to stay. He can barely keep his eyes open and yet, he doesn't want this night to end.
"And you, are a grumpy old man Min Yoongi."
"Yah! You brat." Yoongi tries to be mad but it's not really working. He can tell by the way Taehyung is biting his lip, a feeble attempt to stifle his laughter.
Yoongi looks down at his feet, the sound of an engine whirring and the crunching of gravel making his head spin. Gathering the strength to move his feet seems almost impossible, but the kiss he places upon Taehyung's cheek is so quick that the other boy doesn't register that it's happened until Yoongi is out of sight.
And although it doesn't feel like it, Taehyung just sits there, staring at the spot in which Yoongi just stood for a solid ten minutes before his raging heart beat calms down to some degree.
Taehyung drives off, the voice in his head, the one that tells him he's no good, is not as loud as before.
The weekend comes and goes, just as quick as it always does. Taehyung busies himself with work but, he's just so damn good at it that it isn't a good enough distraction from the problems that are actually eating away at him.
It's Monday when Yoongi comes back in again, and he looks... different.
His hair is black.
But that isn't the only thing that is different about him. He leads with his chest a bit more, walking forward and meeting Taehyung's defiant stare with no remorse.
He gives him a gummy smile upon reaching the counter.
Taehyung snorts, holding out his hand, not even bothering to tell Yoongi the price.
"So, when are you showing me that song hyung." Taehyung challenges.
Yoongi's smile doesn't falter.
"Whenever you're free." He replies, voice unwavering and quite fierce.
It sends a pool of heat straight to Taehyung's stomach.
"Oh really? Then you can show me now?"
Now this, is something that Yoongi doesn't expect. His face heats up, eyes widening as his a crinkle form between his brows.
Taehyung bites his lip. "Yeah, since you're ready, right?"
Yoongi's lips purse before he giggles a little.
"Okay then. Now."
"I'll be there in a minute."
Taehyung finishes his orders and gets to making drinks as quick as he can.
He plops down in the booth in front of Yoongi. The other boy has his nose in a book but upon Tae’s arrival, he puts the book away, a faint smile gracing his pouty lips. He pulls out his phone.
“I’ve been working on this for a while. I’m not really a singer but, I don’t know... maybe this could be for someone else.” He says, opening his music app and giving Taehyung his headphones.
Taehyung puts them on, waiting for Yoongi press play.
What invades his ears is unlike any other.
The melody is inviting, smooth like velvet. Piano keys trickle in and out, imitating rain drops that have Taehyung’s heart pumping.
Next comes Yoongi’s voice.
The black haired boy was right, he’s not a singer, but his voice is sweet and gruff, it’s timbres like honey.
The song ends and Taehyung, wants to press replay. He doesn’t.
“I was thinking a female voice, you know? I have a friend, her name is Suran. She’s really good and, I think she could do this song justice.” Yoongi says, fingers tapping against the table.
Taehyung shakes his head. “No. I disagree.” Yoongi’s brows furrow.
“Yeah. I think...” Taehyung looks up at the ceiling as he tries to find the right words, “I think your voice is just right.” Taehyung concludes, locking eyes with Yoongi who, is all red in the face. He inhales shakily, a stutter in his pulse as the beat of his nails on the table speeds up.
“You... think so?” Yoongi asks, voice a bit shaky.
Tae nods. “You know space?”
Yoongi blinks. “Huh?”
“Space like... outer space?” Yoongi begins to squint.
“If space had a sound, this would be it, it sounds like... like a galaxy.”
It becomes a tradition of sorts, Taehyung taking his break and spending it with Yoongi, listening to snippets and sound bytes of Yoongi’s own little orchestrations. Each one is unique in its own beat, in its own melody.
Taehyung loves each and every one of them.
It’s almost time for Taehyung to close up when his phone buzzes.
i made something. thought you might like it. want me to send it over?
Taehyung’s heart resembles a broken CD that just keeps on skipping.
is this... yoongi hyung?
oh... yeah sure.
but save your data. i can meet you. we can talk about it.
okay. i’m in my dorm. u remember the address?
yeah. i’m omw
Taehyung closes up as soon as he gets confirmation.
No one gets coffee at 4:55 anyway.
He texts Yoongi as soon as he’s there and it doesn’t take long for the boy to trot down the steps. He’s wearing a plaid pajama set, blue. His dark hair is ruffled and all in disarray, as if he had just woken up from a nap.
He looks fluffy.
“Hey.” He greets with a small smile before turning back up the steps, expecting Taehyung to follow which, he does. He didn’t hold Taehyung’s gaze for long which, is a bit off putting for some reason.
They make it to the room, bypassing the front space as well as the little kitchenette. The dormitory is very tidy and, a lot nicer than Taehyung would have expected. He didn’t really expect much though, considering that going to college was never a blip on his radar.
Yoongi opens up his laptop, putting his headphones on for a beat before taking them off. “Pull up a chair.” He says. Taehyung does just that, scooting up beside him and offering over his headphones which Taehyung gladly accepts. He puts them on waiting for Yoongi to press play.
This song is in a whole other world compared to the others. Its bass is heavy, damn near filthy. It’s just the track, no singer, no rapper, no nothing. Just a cacophony of instruments, their sounds weaving in and out of one another, the percussion crisp and solid in its drumming.
Taehyung can’t help but to nod his head in time of the beat. His hands pat a rhythm on his thighs, in time to the song. Yoongi is watching him, the corners of his lip upturned, the gleam in his eyes a very kind one.
When the track is over, Taehyung let’s the song settle in his heart before he takes the headphones off.
“That... that was sick hyung. Dope as fuck. I liked that... It kinda reminds me of the rapper I told you to listen to.”
“Who, Agust D?”
“Yeah... That sounds like something of his but... better. I like it a lot better.” Taehyung says with a huff of laughter. Yoongi fiddles with his hands.
“You... you think this is better than something of his?” Taehyung nods without hesitation.
“Yeah, no doubt.”
Taehyung looks up from his lap, a grave mistake.
Because Yoongi is looking at him too.
And the silence is deafening.
Yoongi holds the whole world in his eyes, all sparkling and shining in their iridescent glory. From this close up, Taehyung can count every one of Yoongi’s lashes, every star in his eye, every little freckle upon his cherub like cheeks.
Min Yoongi isn’t just pretty.
Min Yoongi isn’t just cute.
Min Yoongi is beautiful.
“Taehyung?” Yoongi whispers. Taehyung doesn’t feel the need to answer. He doesn’t even know what he would say.
Instead, he just leans in, hoping he’s not misreading this, hoping that Yoongi feels the same way too.
And Yoongi must feel the same way, right? Since their lips meet within seconds.
And yes, Yoongi's lips feel just as soft as they look.
It's a slight peck at first, just to test the waters, but as soon as Taehyung pulls away to gauge Yoongi's reaction, his lips are chased, the two engaging in a bruising, fierce kiss. The kiss isn't sloppy, and it isn't rushed. It's quite the opposite, their lips melding into one another as slowly but as surely as can be.
Taehyung stands, the angle of the kiss becoming awkward and making his neck ache from their adjacent chairs.
He places his hands upon Yoongi's hips, guiding him up as they continue to kiss, their lips moving languidly and almost lazily. They part in just enough time to breathe and for Yoongi's calves to hit the side of his bed. He flashes Taehyung a gummy smile, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him once more, pulling them both downward.
Yoongi's back hits the mattress, cupping Taehyung's cheeks as he drinks him in, their lips parting and allowing their tongues to lap. Yoongi digs his nails into Taehyung's biceps, clawing at the ink there and making Taehyung hiss into his pouty lips.
Yoongi's lips taste sweet, minty, probably from having just brushed his teeth.
Yoongi's lips taste like sugar.
Taehyung slips his hands beneath Yoongi's pajama top, raking them along the other boy's sides, their lips still intact. Yoongi stifles a moan as he shivers, pulling Taehyung in even closer than before. Their bodies are pressed flush against one another, their kisses becoming more soft and doused in exhaustion.
Yoongi is the last to pull away, his head hitting his pillow with a soft thump. He smiles, him and Taehyung's breaths still mingling due to their close proximity. He doesn't say anything, the look in his eyes fueled with so much more than what words could ever say.
Taehyung smiles. "You just want to get free coffee now, don't you." He says.
Yoongi's body stills before he rolls his eyes, a gummy grin crossing his features as he playfully groans.
"You've got me all figured out don't you." He teases as he curls into Taehyung's side, finding solace and comfort in the crook of his arm. He exhales deeply before closing his eyes.
"Yeah, I do." Taehyung mumbles, his lips tickling Yoongi's forehead. The smaller boy snuggles into him, stealing his warmth, allowing Taehyung's heat to seep into his bones, coddling his insides.
Yoongi is fast asleep, Taehyung having wrapped his arm around him, pulling him in close. These actions don't feel like his own.
And Taehyung can't help but to panic.
Because what the fuck is this. What does this even mean. Kisses and cuddling sessions just don't line up with what Taehyung needs right now.
Not to mention the fact that he's no good and doesn't deserve something like this in the first place.
Taehyung is sure that Yoongi can feel how hard his heart is bumping beneath his chest, rattling his ribcage and making his entire body swell with uneasiness.
Taehyung has never felt like this before.
And he doesn't know what the fuck it means.
Taehyung leaves before Yoongi wakes up, wondering what the fuck he has gotten himself into.