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♡ 태꾹︴clouds 내 사랑 . . . where my mind lives ♡ *.ﾟ⋆ ⠀ ⠀ —
the bell had rang and the halls filled with bodies trying to escape. there were cheers or freedom and shouts of plans to go out later tonight, despite being a monday. school nights never stopped them from pretending like they didnt have responsibilities the next day. taehyung pulled out the keys to his truck, already prepared to get in and go as quickly as he could.
it was woosung that scared him by throwing his arm around the quarterbacks shoulders. "hey man, whats the rush." he asked, "dont want to keep mirae waiting and getting bored." it was a joke, but it also earned him an elbow to the ribs.
"dont you have a bus to get on." taehyung said. he threw his backpack through the open passenger door of his truck.
woosung shrugged and leaned on the open window, watching his friend walk around the front of it to get into the drivers seat. "it won't leave, not when its gotta wait for the kids walking over from the library." he said it with a shrug.
taehyung put the keys in the ignition, but he didnt start it yet. his friend had his arms resting on the open window, looking inside with a thoughtful expression. the library was across the small courtyard from the bus loop. students had ten minutes to go to the library after the bell rang to pick up books on hold or to return ones overdue. woosung remembers how annoyed he first was learning this, considering he'd sit and wait in his bus seat and watch the dorks scurrying across the courtyard with bags full of books not even necessary for classes.
it sparked a memory, one kid in particular that always seemed to have his arms full and eyes glued to the pages as the bus bumped along on the dirt roads.
"hey i was wondering why you talked to the kid at lunch." woosung asked the quarterback. it was that same dork with the library books.
taehyung looked up and rose an eyebrow. there were a lot of people he talked to in a day, but for some reason this time he felt like he knew exactly who his friend was referring to.
"you know, the squirrelly lookin one that kinda dresses like a small elderly man." woosung tried his best to explain. "sketchers and stuff." he could help the chuckle that escaped after he said that.
"jungkook." taehyung said his name, frowning a bit at his friends description of the small boy.
woosung waved it off, "yeah him, why were talking to him." he said it as if there was something taehyung didnt know, like there was a real reason why he shouldnt be speaking to the ravenette.
"dont let anyone see you talking to him, the kids a fucking creep. thats why he sits alone." woosung made a face, which was odd coming from someone typically acting so foolish and carefree for most of the day. there were very few things that could make woosung care enough to actually feel some type of way about it.
