Outrageous (Vkook/Taekook)

Two. Ugly

Hiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa guys! How is your day going? Mine is boring. I finally had my awaited spring break vacation from school and now my mind is blank after three freaking days. Ps...I know Taehyung's sister is not named Irene 😂 but I wanted to name her that so do not burst hateful comments on here! I know that, okay?
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Taehyung's POV.
"Dude when are you going to stop all this? You know shouting at those innocent people will not make your life better!" My oh-so-loving roommate Namjoon lectures me everyday about my so called 'wrong doings' and tells me that if I ever got into a situation or fell in love with a man, I would realise what they felt about my harsh words.
But hey...I sure as hell won't degrade my image by loving another man. It's equivalent to being in a pedophilia or an incessant relationship. Plus women have body benefits...in a way. Why the hell would you want to hit up with a man who has none of those things-oh except a boring ass probably. I sigh as I nod to everything my intellectual yet boring roommate tells me. In reality, I just get it in from one ear and get it out from the other.
Overall, it's gross. I don't see myself being attracted to men. It's equally the same if you are attracted to someone ugly. But even in that...it's still a woman specimen that is ugly. Namjoon unfortunately notices me not taking interest in his lecture as he slams his hand on the marble coffee table.
"I don't know when or who made you create this motive...of yours to just sit out in a cafe which would be safe to LGBT COMMUNITIES! What would others think of you?! Kim Taehyung is a twenty year old man who comes from his office in the evening to berate people that are not doing ANY harm to you. What would you do if one of your friend is gay? Tell me! Would you leave them? What if it's your sister? What if it's Irene? What will you do, kick her out like a homophobic and overly religious church priest?"
I remain quiet. As much as I would like to fight with him on a daily basis...today was not the day to ruin his mood by acting like a douchebag. Which I am. But I don't want to heat the conversation up. Although I like to create drama, I knew this wasn't exactly the right time.
Plus, Namjoon is the only person who can handle me as I am. Every other roommate I had in this apartment usually would move out because of my cafe habit-and yes I have been going there since I came to the city. I cannot control it. I cannot control it when men try to be feminine, do things like dancing; especially ballet. Or be interested in fashion, wear clothes a little too out of the comfort zone.
Worst of all, when they would wear makeup, oh I hate when men try to be girls. Like it's not going to change your gender if you do that. If you love the opposite gender then it means that you are transgender. That's it. No homosexual or bisexual crap to be worried about.
But you want to love the other gender whilst claiming to be a man or woman is just pure ridicule. Namjoon huffs and finally gives up on my rigidity and walks out the door with his car keys.
"Jokes on you. I don't want your opinion!" I yell at him as he slams the front door shut. I groan. No one accepted me. Except Namjoon. You see, I was orphaned at the age of twelve by my deadbeat mother. She wanted a girl. Oh I just hated my sister.
She would get the treats, was allowed to order from the 'grown up' menu, played and ripped my toys whenever she wanted because she knew that Mom we'll never hurt her favourite daughter. But as Irene grew up, she became a little more sensible to her surroundings and began to notice the differences.
My mother saw me telling Irene everything that she was oblivious of, and Irene said that she was sorry, that we both will take revenge for the inequality between her children. But there she was. Tapping her foot. That was when I ran out the front door and just ran and ran until I got out of breath. I was on the streets as I child until I got to an orphanage.
I hated it there. I felt like we were put up for buying. So I made another stupid mistake, at night I got up and decided to hit the road once again.
I started working on my passion and career paths since a young age. I loved editing, so I would go over to my friend's house just to use his computer and edit on a crappy website. I made some money by doing freelance and started living with him after that. Then it was the time to move out and not disturb my friend. Who had a weight on his shoulders because of me.
The sad part was that he was hiding me from his parents and whenever they would come into his room, he'd tell me to go out the window. I stayed hidden for a year. It was unreal. I knew he was anxious if his parent found out that I had been living with their son since a long time.
I moved out. It was a crappy apartment but I came to the city. That was all that mattered. There were people who weren't happy with me going to the nearby cafe just to throw homophobic slurs. I don't know why I started doing it. Probably because of my Mother. She was working as a member of the church. I loved her so I believed her.
Now I don't. Even though I still haven't changed my views on life. We both were very unlikely but had one thing in similarity; it was our hatred towards 'fags'.
But forget it. The past is long gone. I look at my wrist. "It's five-thirty already?!"  I stretch and snap out of my thoughts as I  head to the awaited cafe.
Ten minutes pass...
I enter the cafe to be met with commotion and yelling everywhere. I smile at the chaos. Someone did it all without me? I look further to see what was taking place.
"Is it that coconut haired guy? Damn. Once again"
My sudden remark makes him snap his head in my direction and smile. He looks back at the man who he'd been punching in the stomach and gives him one last look before the security breaks the fight up. The good thing about this cafe is that...it is absolutely sh*t in handling matters and security. Like there's two blondes making coffee and then there's staff in the kitchen. That's all. Oh and a kid that is the 'guard' outside.
The coconut head comes towards my direction and pats my shoulder. "Hey Taehyung. See you're here again?" He knowingly flashes his overly white teeth at me.
"Uh...I come here everyday but hello-" "Jeongguk" He cuts me off. "I forgot to tell you my name...eh sorry" I give him a heads up "Nah man it's cool" And then comes the awkward silence. I notice that he wears a lot of colours. His pants were a shade of grey while he was wearing an artsy chrome jacket over a yellow shirt.
His sneakers were even two toned. They were red and green. His facial features are...somewhat more refined. He seems to be wearing blue contacts today for some reason and on closer inspection, he has a tiny mole perfectly placed on his chin.
For a homophobic man, he doesn't look like one.
"I see you aren't wearing all black today" He chuckles breathlessly. Can you stop being a ladies man? The dude even has a nice chuckle. I look down at my clothes to see that I somehow managed to wear a leather jacket and a white shirt underneath. To be honest, I just wear what ever I see first. It isn't my style to wear or black.
Nevertheless I laugh at his observation.
"Shall we go ruin some people's lives?"
He nods.
For the first time someone agrees with me.
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Welll hello people!
And buhbyeee people 😂 < I swear I need to stop with this emoji.
Bye readers?