His dull fingertips thud repetitively against the laminated fiberboard table, his leg kicking to a rhythm in his head. He watches the door at the front of the building, waiting for the only familiar face in this town to shown itself. He thinks that maybe he won't come. The time is late in the morning, coffee gone cold though the room is stifling. The sun outside rises early and stays late, the town frying in its wake. He'd heard that the A/C units went out last night.
Great, he thought, maybe the heat would make him actually lose his mind instead of just feeling like he was.
He waited another hour, silently hoping that the boy would show up. He wished he'd gotten his name, because then he might be able go into town and look for him...
Who was he kidding, there was no way he was going out in this heat, he can see an old, withered dog panting in the shade from here. The heat was grating his nerves and just made him more antsy, the chair scraping the linoleum tiles of the breakfast area every time he shifted his weight from one side to another.
Just as he began to rise from his seat, annoyance clear in his face, deep violet irises peeked at him through the window of the main door. He squinted, because surely he must be seeing things, but with another look, it was the boy. He startled and ducked back around the corner. Yoongi could see him silhouetted in the billowing curtains of the lobby. He was running opposite the motel, out into town.
Yoongi wasted no time in bolting after him, nearly running face first into the door.
He was wearing skinny jeans and a baggy cotton tee, but it felt like a snow suit in the sweltering summer heat. He saw the brunette sprint around a corner, pushing past a group of old men coming out of a pub. They all groaned and belted expletives at the boy, who just kept running. Yoongi sighed and took off after him, swerving to avoid the same group of men. This really wasn't worth it.
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He collapsed onto the hard, cracking dirt, hands splayed out in front of him. He'd only been running for maybe ten minutes, weaving through the residential areas of town, passing a small clinic he did think the town had. The town spanned out more than what he thought, but around the edges, wildlife and greenery threatened to swallow up backyards and even an old church that look beaten by rain and wind. Everything was sunbleached, an old house with a once periwinkle paint-job was graying and the shingles on the roof littered the front yard. He thought the place looked worn and desolate.
Just a few feet away, the boy lounged across the shaded patio of a house with torn paper screen doors. Yoongi panted hard. The shirt he wore was sticking to his entire back, pasted on with his own sweat. The dark brown fringe laying on his forehead was a shade darker and wet looking. He gave in to fatigue and let gravity lay him down, dusty earth powdering his face. He turned his face up to see the boy looking over him. "What the actual hell, kid..." He wheezed.
The other just smiled down at him. The bruise looked worse today. "You kept up, I'm happy."
Yoongi thought maybe there was something weird about him.
He flipped over into his back in the dirt, throwing an arm over his eyes to block the sun. "Are you gonna tell me why you made me chase you around, or are you going to just sit there grinning like the Chesire cat?" He heard the boy laugh.
"I'll tell you, but you have to promise me first." He was always grinning, Yoongi could hear it in his voice. (He wondered how you could hear someone smile, it was a strange concept.)
He thought about it for a moment. His curiosity was really getting the best of him. He wanted to know everything and he wanted to ask the boy what he meant by 'magic'. "Promise you what?"
"Just promise, first." Yoongi wanted to hit him. "Okay," he gave in, "I promise."
"'Okay'," he mimicked, "I wanted to hang out with you, but not at the motel."
Yoongi sat straight up, eyes glaring at the boy. He really was going to hit him. "You made me run straight across town, just because you wanted to hang out?" He was embarrassed he even followed the other. "Whatever happened to just walking up to me and inviting me over?"
The boy smirked. "That wouldn't have been nearly as fun."
Yoongi did end up hitting him.
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unedited
i love Led Zeppelin so much
btw, the songs don't really have any relevance to the chapters, they just fit the overall mood and tone of the story (or happened to be what i was listening to atm)
