smartphone

quindecim

"dude let's go!"

if it wasn't for the very few, loud and wild teens that had just emerged from outside, ruckus engulfing every single inch of the already obnoxious-filled place

cut me some slack here

"keep pushing me and i'll push you harder, it's average logic" one of the boys had the great idea of doing so, intending for their friend to land against a booth, said thing being blocked by Taehyung's very irritated form, a loud, pained groan emitting from him, "idiot, you have the strength of a little girl, do better than that!" any type of remorse and/or apology never escaping their lips, walking away in a hurry towards the ordering area

this is exactly why the word misanthrope exists, humanity and conviviality will never go together

his lower body felt numb, in all honesty, at that exact moment all he wanted was to escape and decline whatever invitation the other boy had texted him about, reconsidering all his life choices, any trace of power vanishing like dust flowing through the air, "okay, just take a deep breath, it's fine, just--wait" the confrontation from not even a minute ago erased any thought related to Taehyung's smartphone being held by the boy's left hand, all the will his arm had drained out, allowing him to drop it, head spinning trying to catch a glimpse of the device, "fucking hell, can this get any worse?" 

"hey, you dropped your phone"

his body shifted uncomfortably, eventually paralyzing on the spot, hoping that the phone this person was talking about were somebody else's and not the one he frantically searched for

"uh, you? the guy with a blue flannel and black jeans?"

damn me

"y-yeah... thank yo--"

after doing a 90 degree turn to slightly peek at whoever caught his attention, his peripheral vision swore that a fallen angel was standing right behind him

eyes shaped like almonds, messy--yet fluffy and soft brown hair, certain strands peeking out trying to defy gravity, fair and smooth skin

yes, definitely an angel

"here" swiftly holding onto the young boy's hand which had its fingers stretched outwards with all of the might in him, the brown haired teen pointed out a familiarity within this 'stranger' just awkwardly standing, it looked almost too unbearable, "i've seen you before, Taehyung, right? i'm Yoongi, nice to meet you"

"hi"

"mind if we go get something to eat somewhere else? it's pretty cramped here" Yoongi realized that this is how he used to be around others, never growing comfortable, yet disgusted and desperate to find an exit, he witnessed everything, from the slight commotion, to the other's phone being smacked away and towards his direction, up until this point, where his four year old crush stood in place, right in front of him, eyes as big as they could be, "earth to you" he waved his hand from one side to the other, trying to bring Taehyung back, "come on, i didn't text you for this, there's a long day ahead of us so be prepared"

"y-yeah, nice to meet you too, i'm sorry, it's just that--"

"i'm fucking hot, right?"

"what-who told you?"

Yoongi cackled over the other's clumsy yet cute stuttering, pulling him by the ends of his blue flannel, anywhere but the cyber cafe a more suitable option, "a little bird, won't expose them though, besides, you owe me, i saved that thing from being stepped on" he looked at the smartphone, then into Taehyung's dark brown orbs that screamed for answers, "ready babe?"

he's bold 

"sure.."

i like that

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