TX-Z

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"I think we should get the white ones." 

Yeonjun groaned, sitting on the white chair in front of Taehyun. "No, we shouldn't get white chairs for the table. Are you gay?"

Taehyun cocked an eyebrow, looking down at Yeonjun. "You've kissed more boys than me."

"For a DARE!"

"Still a kiss, nonetheless."

"I DIGRESS." Yeonjun ran his fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his eyes. He made a mental note to wash it soon. "The white chairs are ugly, Tae."

"Black is too basic." 

"Black is safe. it goes with anything."

"White looks neat and clean."

"That's if you keep it clean."

"Okay Yeonjun." Taehyun sighed, pulling Yeonjun out of the chair. "Let's think on it, Kay? Let's go grab something to eat, and come to an agreement."

"You're just saying that because black is the obvious choice."

"Where do you want to eat?" Taehyun asked, having to drag Yeonjun by the wrist out of the furniture store.

"Somewhere with-" Yeonjun tugged at his wrist, trying to free himself from Taehyuns grip, but to no avail. Damn you for being a boxer. "fucking black chairs!"

"there's a McDonald's down the street. I think their chairs are yellow.."

"You're like a millennial mother- seriously, white fucking chairs? are you kidding me?"

"I'm starting to get offended."

They were stood on the pavement, bickering In front of a furniture store.

Can you think of anything else that screams "roommates" louder?

"I will NOT put my ass on a white chair. Simply not an option." 

"Now you're just being vulgar."

"You-" Yeonjun was cut off by a loud crash off in the distance, the sound of glass shattering against concrete echoing down the street.

Yeonjun squinted his eyes, trying to see the commotion down the road. "I think there was a crash."

"You're avoiding the problem here." 

"I'm curious about the loud noise, aren't you? What if someone died you psycho."

"Fine, lets go check it out."

"Thank you." Yeonjun rolled his eyes, they started walking towards the noise.

"It was pretty loud, probably a drunk driver."

"Who's drinking at 2pm?"

"Alcoholics? People who would drink and drive, Jun."

They finally approached the source of the noise, a car crashed right into a building.

It was weird, no one was around, not even police.

"Shit.." Yeonjun whispered, approaching the smashed car, opening the door. 

The driver was hunched over, his head against the wheel, blood leaking from his temple. 

"Hey you okay?" Yeonjun spoke, fumbling with the seatbelt. "Taehyun come help me!" He glanced back, but Taehyun was just staring at something in the distance.

He rolled his eyes, finally getting the seatbelt undone. "We can take you to the- woah."

The diver suddenly stood, stumbling towards beomgyu.

Beomgyu grabbed his shoulders, trying to steady him. "Dude, sit down you probably have a concussion.."

The man lunged forward, Beomgyu stopping him by the shoulders. "What the fuck!?"

The driver mindlessly moved his head forward, his mouth opening and closing, like he was trying to bite something. "TAEHYUN I THINK HES A TWEAKER- fuck!"

Beomgyu fell down, the man instantly fell to the floor with him, rasping as he desperately tried to reach Yeonjun with his mouth. Yeonjun struggled with the man, his hands pushing his head away.