"Are you ever going to tell me your name?"
They've been in each other's company for nearly three hours now. Yoongi had somehow forgotten he'd never asked. Currently, they were eating some pretty average burgers from a diner in town, and the other almost dropped his. His eyes became unusually large, like he was surprised Yoongi didn't know his name. He took another bite and mumbled through a mouthful, "What? Do you not wanna tell me your name?"
The boy just stared for a solid minute. Then swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "I just thought that you would already know what is was..."
Yoongi gave him a look, "And why is that? I'm not a mind reader."
"I just thought- Nevermind, it's not important," Yoongi thought he really was weird, "My name's Taehyung."
Yoongi observed him, eyes trailing across his features, and thought that the name fits him well. He looks like a Taehyung. (And what does a 'Taehyung' look like exactly? Don't ask Yoongi, he doesn't know, the name just really suits him.) The boy was quite tall, granted he didn't know much about the other and he just might be older than himself, and had tanned skin. Though, everyone around town had the same shade, if not darker, skin. "Okay," he says with a finality that leads them to eat in silence for a while.
They are still sitting out on Taehyung's porch, they haven't entered the house and Yoongi occasionally has to swat away flies from his face. The sun has shifted so it isn't blinding him anymore, and the wind picked up. The atmosphere is decent for once, he doesn't feel crazy today- or maybe just not as crazy as he felt earlier.
"How did you know my name? I don't remember telling you..."
Taehyung stiffens, but it goes away. "This is a small town, word gets around fast. A skinny city boy as white as snow steps even a single foot into town, everyone knows, just like that." Yoongi glares at him because that kind of sounded like an insult. "That, and Mrs. Heo has a big ass mouth. She's been running the motel since she was our age and thinks it's her business to let the town know all about the people who stay there."
Yoongi wonders why Taehyung says 'the town' like it offends him personally.
"Oh, well, what else have you heard from her?" He's not one for caring about rumors, but if everyone in this place is going to hear about, he might as well ask.
Taehyung looks like he's thinking, taking a large swig from his bottle of water. "Nothing too bad, she's telling everyone you're rich and probably a recluse. Says all you ever do is sit in your room, completely silent."
"Well," he doesn't know what to say to that.
Taehyung walks with him back to the motel when it starts getting late. There aren't any people out at this time, and no street lights as the sun dips below the horizon. The crickets replace the sounds of cars rushing past and the cicadas are a stand-in for the electric buzz of the city. He thinks he maybe misses it, but quickly abandons the thought. He won't be going back. Not to Seoul, at least.
"Goodnight, Yoongi," he chirps when they reach the motel. "It's going to be a nice day tomorrow, so I won't be at home. But you are more than welcome to join me."
"Where are you going?"
He doesn't answer, and Yoongi notices he likes to redirect conversations. "Maybe you'll see the magic we talked about." And then he leaves.
That kid really was weird.
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unedited
any theories yet?
