Blue and Grey || Taejin

Chapter 31

Taehyung's heartbeat echoed through his head as he weaved through the streets of the city. It was relieving that the sun hid behind the clouds because the last thing Taehyung wanted was to smell like stale bread. He stopped in his tracks momentarily, checking the small bouquet in his hand to see if the letter concealed among the purple blossoms of gypsophila was still there.

He wondered for the nth time if he was being too cliche...but after all, what are writers but romantic?

[except rowling, she's a bitch]

He continued walking before his mind could conjure any unsolicited doubt. He had become so familiar with the road that he could just reach his destination with his eyes shut. As the landscape changed from shabby, weathered low buildings to busy streets bustling with people enjoying the weekend to a quiet, cold neighbourhood of towering mansions and sleek penthouses, Taehyung's heart started to plummet into his stomach. He felt horribly out of place in the neighbourhood without his work clothes, which were mostly provided by his agency, but he trudged forward.

He wouldn't turn back so easily today.

Right?

He heard Jimin's words grow fainter and fainter in his head as he inched closer and closer to the mansion he was so familiar with. He forgot what he was supposed to do, how he was supposed to approached Seokjin. He had been trying to push the thought to the back of his mind but now he felt terrifed at the possibility of Seokjin's parents visiting him currently. Knowing how they were, Taehyung could already picture the toll that would go over Seokjin if his parents caught him receiving a flower bouquet from a man.

If they catch you, just say you were delivering the flowers from a professor.

Taehyung nodded at Jimin's advice that he replayed a little louder in his mind for the braincells at the back.

He felt like he would start crying from all that anticipation when Seokjin emerged from around the corner and they both immediately froze, eyes locking naturally. Taehyung felt inch of his skin grow warm and burst with a feeling that he could never explain but there he was, and there was Seokjin with his curious doe eyes and dainty angelic features. Just the sight of the man with his rosy cheeks and faded hair made Taehyung want to surge forward and gather him in his arms.

As if Taehyung wasn't already a wreck, the corners of those plush lips tugged upwards almost shyly.

"You look good," Seokjin murmured, the words sending pleasant shivers through Taehyung's body.

"I wasn't expecting to meet you here," Seokjin said, still eyeing Taehyung very obviously.

"Neither did I," came the automatic reply before he hurried to correct himself.

"No, I mean, I-"

"Can you not walk so fast? I still don't know- who are you?

Taehyung felt every drop of blood drain out of his body. He opened his mouth to reply but wasn't sure how to introduce himself; he wasn't even sure if he wanted to introduce himself at all.

The empty, cold gaze of those feline eyes made Taehyung want to flee; the scar over his eye wasn't making the situation any better for Taehyung.

"Yoongi, this is...Taehyung. Tae, this is Yoongi," Seokjin introduced, his voice tightening with each word as the tension between the two was stifling.

Taehyung nodded and tried for a smile as he said, "It's nice to finally meet you."

Yoongi asked bluntly, "Who is he?"

"Um.. Seokjin hesitated and Taehyung's heart clenched.

"He's a friend, Yoongi," he replied, unsure.

"From uni?"