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Modern

Taehyung

Yoongi seemed very upset at his mother, I don't blame him though. She sounded upset at him for being gay. But I'm sorta glad that she called, I never knew he liked men. I always assumed he liked that Suran girl he always invites over. Maybe they're just childhood friends.

Yeah, I'll go with that.

I get up and look at the unfinished plate of lamb kebabs. I smile at the thought of Yoongi being happy. I take the plate to the kitchen, covering it and putting it in the empty fridge. I let out a long sigh, wondering why he had to go so early.

My phone rings, playing the familiar tune of "Sorry Sorry" by Super Junior. I answer it lazily, not reading the caller ID.

"Hello."

"Hi Hyung!"

"Hey Kook."

"How are you and Yoongi?"

"Good. He just left."

"At this time? What happened?"

"Yeah, he got a call from his mom. She got all homophobic on him."

"He's not gay...is he?"

"He is. He never came out though."

"Hm, I wonder why."

"With parents like his I wouldn't trust anyone with coming out either."

"I guess."

"Yup. So why'd you call?"

"Oh! I wanted to see if you and Yoongi wanted to go on a double date with me and Jiminie."

"Why us? We aren't dating. I'm sure the Namjin couple would go."

"Hyung~ they're so old~!"

"Yeah, but they are a real couple. What about Hoseok and Somi?"

"Oh yeah! Thanks Tae. Sorry."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I sigh, tossing my phone onto the couch. My mind begins to wander off, a pit of confusion building up inside.

If I asked him to go would he? Would he think that I'm just gonna break his heart? He'd probably just laugh and leave me on read. Would it hurt to try?

I push off the thought and grab my keys, leaving the house quickly. My feet take me around town, showing me places that I had never seen before. A sign catches my attention, it's dark colors sticking out compared to the colorful street. It's got a peculiar name too. Blind Alley Cafe? Strange. I open the door and walk in, not knowing what to expect.

Inside is nothing what I expected. Yes, the logo were cute raccoons, but real ones? I never expected this. Well at least they're stuffed, I think. Other than the obsession of trash-diggers, the decor is beautiful. It's very modern, the colors being black, grey, and a soft yellow. I notice the menu above me and decide on what my choices are. I get a simple latte and sit in a corner, by a window where they are playing soft K-Pop. Songs like Bermuda Triangle by Zico.

I watch as normal people walk by, each in very usual styles; browns and blacks. Nobody falls out of line, walking in a simple line to wherever they need to be, showing no emotion if they aren't communicating with someone else. The rain falling down, drenches each of their black umbrellas. A frail girl in a very Harajuku style runs by, rushing into the cafe.

"Sorry Eomma~!"

Eomma? This bright, effulgent girl's mother owns this strange cafe? I never expected this.

She doesn't get a response, instead, she just continues on. She goes behind the corner, putting her items under the counter. She slips on a black apron, which she grimaces at, muttering a taste of disgust. I snicker as she goes on with her job. Did she even clock in?

"Number 55!"

I look up at the counter to see the girl holding my drink. I walk over and grab my drink. I look at her name tag; Miyu.

"Thank you, Miyu."

She smiles, "Sure thing!"

Before she walks away, I notice a sign behind her. I perk up slightly, "Oh! I see you guys are looking for new employes."

Miyu nods, "Yeah, we need a new waiter or waitress."

"Well, I might be able to help." I grim.

She drops her jaw, "Really!?"

The other customers look our way, showing faces of disgust. We apologize quickly.

"Of course. I need to get out of my house anyway."

"Thank you...ah?"

"Taehyung."

"Thank you Taehyung Oppa."

She goes under the counter and grabs a sheet, handing it to me with a pen alongside. I fill out the sheet, letting her give it to her mother.

"I'll see you soon Miyu."

"See you Taehyung Oppa!"

I walk out into the rain, pulling my hood up. Trudging down the alley ways to my apartment, I begin to lose myself into the muse of rhythm and notes. I let my feet carry me around the streets, a euphoric feeling overwashing me. I smile widely, spinning and swaying to only the sound of my voice.

"Darlin' you're just soaking' in it. But I know you'll get out the minute, you notice all your fingers pruning' up~." I sing smoothly.

A familiar giggle makes me trip over my feet, my trance disappearing quickly. I fall slightly, looking behind me. Standing a few feet away from me, is Yoongi, giggling at my free spirited mind set. I anxiously smile, standing up straight.

"Taehyungie~, what are you doing~?" Yoongi cooes, stepping closer.

I snicker, "I was living Yoongi. You should try it."

"Dancing in the rain while singing Melanie Martinez isn't always living," he points out.

"Well then what is living?"

Yoongi thinks for a minute, "Living is curling up on a couch with your best friend while thinking out loud, waiting for them to just sing you to sleep."

"What if you don't fall asleep?"

He ponders again, "Then I guess I'd stay up dancing with you."

"While singing Melanie Martinez?"

"Yes."

I beam, hugging him tightly.

We stand in the dimly lit alley, rain pouring, and us hugging. Nobody there to watch. Nobody there to judge. Just us and the rain.

"I love it when I hear you breathing. I hope to god you're never leaving." I whisper.

"Tae. That's literally a song about kidnap."

"You wouldn't mind if I kidnapped you."

He sighs, but smiles, "True."

I pull away from the hug and grab his hand, running down the alley to my apartment. While we run, the only thing I can think is simple.

Couple. Goals.

As if.