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Chapter One: Messy Lives And Candy Wrappers
3RD PERSON'S POV

"Taehyung!"

The male rolls his eyes as he shouts from downstairs. The door is open which allows the fresh September breeze enter the tiny little home.

"I'm coming, hyung!"

Taehyung, the boy with dark brown hair who wore a red hoodie and denim jeans came running down the steps.

The older male wore a white t-shirt and some white shorts along with it. He watches as Taehyung almost trips down the steps, letting out a chuckle in the process.

"Lol, karma," the older began. "I told you to wake up at 6 AM, but no, you watched television all night that we're gonna be late!"

"Seokjin hyung," Taehyung reaches his hand out. "We wouldn't be late if you didn't take an hour in the shower."

"You think this silky brown hair gets all touched up by itself?" Seokjin, the older male protests. "You wouldn't know that with crusty musty splits."

Taehyung gasps as he touched his dark brown locks, putting his other hand on his chest, acting like he just got stabbed. "How dare you?!" He yells.

Seokjin rolls his eyes and puts on his black backpack on as he popped a candy into his mouth.

"Can I have one too?" Taehyung asks, reaching his hand out for a candy.

Seokjin nods politely and reaches his hand out too, putting the candy wrapper on Taehyung's palm.

"What the heck!" Taehyung groans, grabbing the wrapping and throwing it in the nearest trash can.

"Now come on, we'll be late," Seokjin said as he grabbed his car keys and walks out of the house.

Taehyung sighs and puts on his grey backpack on, pulling his hood up to hide his hair and grabbing a white mask to put on as well. He heads out, closing the door behind him.

He quickly enters Seokjin's white car. It had 7 seats, the driver's seat, the shotgun, the first row with 2 chairs and the last row with 3 chairs.

The two quickly drives into the street, then taking a u-turn and parking in front of a lilac colored house. The September breeze allows the flowers on the lawn dance and sway along.

Seokjin presses on the car horn and it lets out the loudest noise Taehyung ever heard. God, this car is definitely cursed, the horn was so loud it can wake up the dead!

A thin, small male opens the door of the lilac home and closes the door behind him as he steps out. He had a green sweater on and some black pants, matching his black, almost void colored hair.

"What took you so long?! You told me you'd pick me up at 8:00, it's been fifteen minutes!" The male complains as he opens the passenger door, sitting down on the first row as he throws his backpack to the ground.

"Sorry," Seokjin mumbles. "You don't have to be angry."

"I have every reason to be angry," the male at the back speaks, running a hand through his black hair.