When Hoseok exited the alley, his face lit up with the largest smile he had ever owned. He couldn't stop. Something inside of him flipped when he saw the boy, Taehyung. His delicate hands wrapped in his own. Something in his stomach sent a feeling fluttering. A feeling he hadn't felt in such a long time. He looked down at the bottom of his tan trench coat. It was spotted with blood. Self consciously, he removed his coat, revealing his bare arms to the chilly breeze of the cold. He tied the coat around his waist and wrapped his arms around each other in attempt to trap warmth. His teeth chattered through the frigid winter air and he could feel his cheeks flushing brightly. He thought about the boy he saw in the alley, Taehyung, and immediately, warmth was spread through his system. Hoseok just graduated from high school, but he believed he future just flashed before his eyes. Taehyung. The name didn't leave his head. He felt so bad for injuring him, but do some reason, he was glad. If he hadn't run into him, Hoseok would've never seen his eyes, or felt his smooth hand. Hoseok smiled to himself and he no longer felt cold. He followed his route to a tall, dark building and followed its tall length up towards the bright blue sky. Hoseok sighed and held his badge up to the scanner. He entered the solemn building and dragged his feet up the stairs. He had always taken the stairs no matter what. He enjoyed taking the stairs, for reasons he didn't understand himself, ever since he was a child. When he reached the floor in which his father awaited him, he flattened his dark hair and nervously exited the staircase. He attempted to shove thoughts of Taehyung down deep into his subconscious but in vain. He pushed open a thick, dark door to reveal his father sitting and clicking at his laptop. Hoseoks intruding self-conscious thoughts made their way into his mind as his father's judgmental eyes found their way to meet Hoseoks.
The meeting with his father went surprisingly well. The company was doing good this year as far as manufacturing goes. Hoseok took in maybe half of what his father was saying as his thoughts continued to stray to Taehyung. How his cold hand rested so well in his own. How his eyes were so hard to not get lost in. He his shy nature attracted Hoseok to no end. Even though he had only seen him and interacted with him once, he had been captivated from the first moment. He wondered if he would ever meet him again. Of course, you'll see him again Hoseoks mind repeated. Fate had shown Taehyung to him, and fate would bring them together again. He was sure of it.
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Taehyung gripped his injured hand tightly in his other, trying to ease the pain, but instead it only grew. The freezing air didn't help his cause as he continuously had to walk against it on the way back to the restaurant. The scarf wrapped around his hand was soft but it wasn't very thick so the cold reached its chilly hands through the small holes in the fabric. He held back tears from his eyes, but the cold breeze stung his eyes causing them to drip from his eyes steadily. He clenched his teeth as pain rushed down his fingers, stinging every inch. He lost feeling in his leg a while ago because of the rip in his pants which was created because of the fall, so he would only feel the slight twinge of pain every here and there.
When he arrived back at the restaurant, Taehyungs boss gave him the rest of the day off and had Jimin give him a ride home. The car ride was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence in which words needn't be said. As Tae was getting out, Jimin told him to get well soon and then drove off after making sure he got to the front door of the apartment okay.
Taehyung got to his room after taking the elevator to the third floor. As soon as he entered, he ran to the bathroom. Carefully, he removed the scarf from his hand, unwrapping it gently and revealing the scrapes. He turned the faucet on with his good hand and made the water run on the warm side. Feeling began returning to his leg and he felt a sting reaching through his knee. As of then, he ignored his leg and focused on rinsing his bloody hand. He slowly immersed it under the steady stream of water, wincing as agony shot through his arm. He braved through and persevered, shutting his eyes harder when the main part of the cut was soaked in warm water. He peeled open one eye as watched as the red slowly dispersed from the wound, revealing open cuts. He knew they would turn to scars. Goddamn city sidewalks. He thought to himself. The pain in his hand began to ease, so he took a soft towel and gently patted the wound, further cleansing it. He attempted to focus hard on his hand, but found his mind wandering to Hoseok. He hadn't thought someone so kind could exist. The man had given up his coat, his scarf, and his time just to make sure Tae was okay. Taehyung chuckled to himself, remembering how quickly his heart was beating when he was holding the mans hand. It didn't mean anything.
He was just an oncoming pedestrian. He was jus a generally caring person. He's probably forgotten about you by now anyways. Taehyung repeated these phrases over and over in his head while he laid in bed that night. He kept reminding himself that he would never see him again and that he should just forget about him, but in reality, he knew that would never happen.
