The Invasion, Cannibals Vkook [1] (Being Rewritten)

8.) Mirrored Faces

"Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love..."
-Hamlet

Rewritten

Boisterous chatter filtered through the space between the bottom of the smoky red gym doors and the discolored gray linoleum floor that smells vaguely like spoiled milk from a prank made ages ago.

The school was noticeably much warmer than the frosty air of the outdoors that submerged the four boys minutes prior. Now indoors a content sigh broke out of the small group when the feeling in their poorly circulated fingers started to come tingling back.

Now the four stood huddled up in front of the doors that led to the school's gymnasium. Hoseok already filled Taehyung and Jimin in on the amount of teenagers who completed the group and now they were waiting for one to answer Namjoon's complicated knocking pattern.

Taehyung and Jimin knew nothing of the rest of the group besides the fact that there were two other males. Meaning that in total there were six people inhabiting the school at the current moment.

In the dim orange hued lighting of the brown bricked hallway, the two boys could now make out the features that belong to the stranger they just met, Namjoon. He had fading purple brown hair that was slicked away from his forehead, most likely the result that came from wetting his hand in the bathroom sink and running it through his fringe. His face was rigid in maturity and his eyebrows gave way to his serious nature. They could tell that he was a no nonsense type of guy and Teahyung foresaw Jimin and his chaotic nature causing displeasure with the male.

Namjoon's consistent knocking quickly turned to impatient pounding resulting in a voice barely audible to yell out the fact that the door does not lock and to just open it themselves already.

It didn't take long for Hoseok to take the lead and slam open the door to let his presence be known. His orange hair seemed to glow in response to his dramatic entrance that succeeded in snapping the two other male's heads towards himself and the two strangers towing behind him. Their faces were shadowed by the black hoods they both sported which blocked Taehyung and Jimin from making out their features.

"Great you expanded our group," a silky smooth voice that belonged to one of the hooded figures sounded out. There was a twinge of irritation and annoyance that Taehyung couldn't decide if it was because of the unwanted stragglers or the orange haired male in general.

"More the merrier I guess," the other unidentified stranger grumbled back. He didn't seem as bothered at the situation but rather gave the impression that he was typically in a more grumpy state. Probably due to a lack of sleep and his pent up familial issues.

"I guess we should formally introduce ourselves since Hoseok has already decided that you two are permanent new members of this little group of ours," Najoon rasped out with a power of authority leading his words. It was clear to Taehyung that the purple haired man was some semblance of a leader whether it be agreed upon or not. His wordless glance at the two unknown male's caused them to quickly rip off the hoods shrouding their identities.

Taehyung's whole world froze in a matter of minutes when he made eye contact with the newly revealed platinum blonde. His legs stopped communicating with his brain and wobbled towards the slightly shorter guy who seemed to be in a similar state of shock. A sparkle of relief mixed with recognition ignited the green fringed male's heart to continue on his hazily shaky path forwards.

"Yoongi..." Taehyung finally felt air flow through his constricted lungs as he grasped the platinum blonde tightly in a bear hug. Tears that Taehyung didn't even know were growing had spilled over and flowed freely down his cheeks.