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TW: Homophobia and slurs.

     It was a sunny morning, sure, it was just artificial weather, but what was humanity going to know about a real pleasant morning when the only ones who remembered that feeling were probably in their nineties? Taehyung was awakened by the sun's rays colliding with his face, rolling it across his bed looking for darkness until he fell off the mattress. He got up rubbing his eyes as he walked around his room in his disheveled hair and designer pajamas.

He walked to the bathroom and cleaned himself as usual by combing his hair, washing his face and teeth. After looking in the mirror for a couple of minutes, simply doubting his existence, he decided to go get dressed. He walked to his large closet a few steps from his bathroom and chose to put on some military-colored pants, quite loose since they were comfortable to move, a simple and loose black shirt next to an imitation leather jacket which he combined with his pants. Around his neck he wore a somewhat thin choker of soft black fabric and in his hands he wore black gloves that his fingers discovered, he used to wear them because he sometimes climbed some structures or simply to complement his outfit.

He left his own apartment with his hands tucked into his jacket pockets. His pace was fast and steady as he held his head high. The people on the street always turned to look at him, his handsome face caught everyone's attention; he was so used to the looks that they no longer bothered him, he simply ignored the fact of being constantly observed. Sometimes, having a pretty face used it to his advantage.

"Hello, heaven. Could you give me a cold Latte with extra sugar?"

     He ordered at the cash register of the cafeteria in which he was now, a warm smile was drawn as he tried to maintain, with an intense look, eye contact with the employee.

She was completely red just seeing how handsome the guy was, she used to see him often and it was always the same story. It could be said that at this point the poor girl had fallen for taehyung's charms. As always, he paid for his drink and she gave him a piece of cake with almond cream without him asking for it. It was her favorite cake, she only knew it because once she told her and since then she did not stop giving him a piece every time she saw it, always with the illusion that one day the handsome gentleman would ask her out.

After receiving his order, he winked at her taking his breakfast and thanking her of course, but after he turned around, he rolled his eyes in annoyance. He sat at one of the tables, located in a corner of the premises. He enjoyed sitting there just to observe people's everyday lives, wishing to have an ordinary life like them.

This day was different, through that automatic door a boy slightly taller than him passed. His presence was not so noticeable, but for him, that boy was the only person he could look at. His sight was lost in it, he even forgot he was there to eat. He detailed the texture of that man so handsome to his eyes. His body was certainly muscular, not much, but enough to smash a person to death in a simple fight. His eyes, when detailing that sweet face could notice his beautiful bright orbs that shone with the lights of the premises.

He couldn't take his gaze off him, he was dumbfounded by how magnificent he was. He noticed that his clothes were not of good quality, but he still looked presentable. Taehyung watched as he took his order and sat at a table near him. He never noticed his presence which was strange to him, people always turn to see him.

He mocked gently by taking what he had on his table and sat at the same table as the young man he watched so much.

"Don't you have any friends? Why would such a handsome guy be eating here alone? I am intrigued"

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