"Ugh no, I still feel absolutely disgusting after eating all that pizza with you last night. My breakfast is a black coffee sweetie....what are you eating?" She chuckled, hearing the coffee machine whirring as a cupboard opened and a mug was retrieved.
"Chocolate flakes, my favourite." Y/N grinned and took another mouthful.
"Y/N do you even know how many calories you're consuming right now?! I can't even look, no wonder your ass is getting bigger."
"HEY! There's nothing wrong with my ass!" She arched a brow but chuckled.
"Sweetie Kim K ain't got nothing on you, I could probably rest my coffee on it." Y/N heard him approach the table and sit opposite.
"Very funny and please don't use me as a portable coffee table." She responded to which he laughed and then took a sip of his coffee, she could hear as he swallowed.
"I can pick you up later also if you want? You finishing at the usual time?" Y/N nodded. "Yeah, five and thanks I appreciate it."
Miles let out an amused laugh. "Jesus Y/N keep your mouth closed as you eat, I just got a glimpse of your disgusting chocolate flakes."
Y/N chuckled "Sorry, so what are you and Cyrus doing for your two year anniversary?" Y/N questioned him about the approaching occasion that he was about to celebrate with his boyfriend. "Ugh, don't remind me. I still haven't decided what to do, you know how Cyrus is, he expects something extravagant and overly romantic. My Cy bear deserves it though." She smirked at the cute nickname he gave his boyfriend.
The morning continued with the two discussing plans before they finally left for work.
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The traffic snaked up the hill, two lines of steel and tire, each capable of over two hundred kilometres per hour and each averaging about five in their stop-start fashion. Bathed in their own putrid fumes a hundred hands reached forwards in unison to turn their air-flow to internal circulation only. In each self contained world a radio told stories, sung or sold products to the citizens, some talked on cell phones or texted. In the upscale minivans the children gaped at movies barely noticing the scream of sirens from behind and the ambulance driving rapidly into the oncoming traffic which veered to the curb. It was just another day in the city. One person's misfortune became the inconvenience of the many in their hermetically sealed indifference.
Kim Taehyung had tousled golden hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were a mesmerising deep brown, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite. He had dark eye brows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression. His usually playful smile had drawn into a hard line across his face.
Taehyung.
Anger boiled deep in Taehyung's system, as hot as lava. It churned within, hungry for destruction, the traffic bringing his journey to the club a slow and tortuous one.
