railway station | taejoon

twelve

by now the rain had died down, and their walk to taehyung's house was rather peaceful and quiet.
no one spoke, it was like the awkward atmosphere set upon them spoke for them. namjoon gently set taehyung upon his feet.

"thanks for the ride, namjoon. how much do i need to pay you?"

the taller chuckled, "you don't have to pay me, silly. just your presence was a suitable enough payment for me."

taehyung sighed deeply, "why are you so sweet to me? you're making me confused."

"what was that?"

"oooh, nothing."

"anyways, I'll get going. goodbye taehyung. sweet dreams- or should i say have dreams of me. they're even sweeter." he laughed softly, "bye."

as taehyung watched with eyes of awe, namjoon walked down the steps of taehyung's house.

there was a warm feeling in the pit of taehyung's stomach that made him grin, and it felt so much as if butterflies were swarming in the hollow cave of his tum tum.

namjoon only made him feel this way.

"hey, namjoon?"

namjoon whipped his head around to meet the boy, "yes, taehyung?"

man up, pussy! say it!

"i really," taehyung took a deep breath, his cheeks shaded with a low shade of red.

namjoon's face was hinted with a hopeful and anticipated expression.

"... I'll see you at the train station."

"oh ..." namjoon said, "I'll see you ... yeah."
with a simple nod, he left.

and at that, all hope died down.