Yellow Béret ~ Vmin

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*busy NY street noises*

"Shit shit shit I'm late-! What the- Where's my car?!"

*Ding*

He checked his phone, all the energy leaving his body immediately once he read the reminder he thank god had remembered to put for today —his car was getting fixed— but he of course had forgotten.

"Shit!" He cursed under his breath, running at the opposite side of the street while the light was red, paying no attention to the honking cars and angry yells of the people who were driving.

He stood on the pavement breathless, starting to wait for a taxi.

'Please please please!' He begged every god, every deity there was out there, hoping a taxi would come fast for his rescue.

His head started itching, a little something he always had when he was either nervous or stressed. The yellow beret that was hugging his soft, dark brown locks suddenly felt heavier and tighter around his big -gigantic- head, as his hyungs liked to tease him about.

He could feel a few drops of sweat rolling down his left cheek. He tried straightening his Gucci necklace as a way to calm himself down but it was no use.

He waited not long before a taxi finally arrived. He thanked the gods, not forgetting the deities before rushing to open the door of the taxi that had stopped in from of him, after he had waved at the driver.

'Weird...' He thought. 'Since when do taxi handles feel this soft and fat?'

After thinking for a bit too long, he felt the handle move. He thought he was going crazy and that it was probably the stress taking the best of him. And it was indeed taking the best of him, because when he doubled checked on the handle, he found a-

'A hand?!'

He slowly followed the tiny hand up to find its owner, until he was met with... a beret?

He blinked, looking down, to finally meet that person's face. He was a lot shorter so he had to look down.

'Oh cute...'

That -person- was literally a walking marshmallow. He had on a beret just like his but white and a bit fluffier, and had the biggest white Versace coat he had seen in his life wrapped around a probably tiny body. His eyes scanned the shorter boy's face, only to make eye contact with him. He had sweet brown eyes, and as he looked lower, he could see a cute little nose, a lot of pink plumpness following after on the boy's lips. He wanted to taste them. He also wanted to pinch those round cheeks. They looked so soft that he just had to know how they felt.

They both stared at each other for a good two minutes, hands locked on the waiting taxi's door handle, as the shorter boy also took his own time to check the taller boy out.

After a while though, he snapped out of it, remembering the reason he was standing there, his big hand clasped around a smaller one.

He looked back in the boy's eyes, smiling politely, trying to take off the boy's hand as to open the door and finally get to his destination.

The boy's face from purely white changed to confused and then to... anger?

"Excuse me but what are you doing?"

He smiled again. "Trying to get in my taxi, sir."

The shorter raised a perfectly sharp eyebrow, making the tall boy gulp a small boner.

'Why am I even horny right now?!'

They boy not wanting to lose any more of his already lost time, he took the shorter boy's hand off the handle and grabbed it, opening the door and tried getting in before he was stopped by the same small hand. He gritted his teeth, trying to calm down, putting on his fakest smile ever before turning to the short one.

"I think you've misunderstood. This is my taxi. It stopped for me." The shorter explained sassily, and the taller scoffed internally.

"I'm sorry but it actually didn't. It stopped for me. And now if you'll excuse me, I'm already late by...-" He checked his phone, letting out a loud panicked squeal before grabbing the door again in a rush. "-thirty minutes! Please move!" And another stop.

He groaned loudly, glaring at the shorter.

"Didn't you hear me? I said, this taxi is mine! And I'm also late! I have a dance competition in twenty minutes! My reason is more important than whatever you have to do! Now move!" He tried pushing the taller out of the way but failed in attempt. The taller remained rock hard in his place.

'That's it.' That was literally it. The taller had lost all of his patience, and another five minutes of his precious time, thanks to the tiny white chaos that was creating a mess in his life with the start of his already oh-so-unfortunate day.

"Look sir. I don't care, what you have to do, but I very well know that my reason tops all possible reasons you could come up with. Children are way more important than your dance competition. And who even has a dance competition at seven in the morning?" The shorter gasped angrily, and he closed the door with a loud 'bang'. If he wasn't going to get to where he was supposed to, then neither was the rude guy with the yellow beret in front of him.

'Why is he even wearing a yellow beret? White is so much more into fashion anyway!' The shorter thought, biting his lip in anger.

"If I'm not getting on that taxi, then neither are you, you-! You- bad person!" The taller gasped.

"Who are you to dare and call me a bad person?! And who do you think is getting on that taxi?! You?!"

"Yes, me! And you are a bad person! Children can wait, but my competition can't! Now step away!"

"No, you step away! Children cannot wait! Your stupid competition can!"

"You!"

The two boys were enraged, none of them noticing when the taxi driver had had enough of waiting for them and actually took off, picking another person a block away from them.

"Okay that's enough! Just shut up!" The taller yelled, finally earning himself some silence. It didn't last long though since the shorter boy chose to start quarreling again.

"No you shut up! And look what you've done! You made my taxi leave! How am I supposed to arrive on time now?!"

"I'LL DRIVE YOU THERE IF YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONE SEC SO I CAN MAKE A CALL!" He yelled, his last drop of patience long gone and forgotten.

The shorter stopped himself from what he was going to say, his face blank while staring at the taller boy.

"Fine!" The shorter pouted angrily, crossing his arms below his chest.

Their backs were turned against each other as they were huffing out stressfully.

The shorter one pouted again before turning his body a bit to glance at the taller one. "I'm gonna get some coffee. You want one?"

'We were literally yelling at each other a few seconds ago and now he's offering me coffee? What an idiot!'

"No... I don't drink coffee..."

"Then... is there anything else you would like?" The shorter bit his lip.

The other sighted, unbuttoning the first two bottoms of his suit, not knowing that the other boy was staring carefully at his moves. "A strawberry tea would be good..." He sighted, his hand rubbing his temple to calm himself.

"I see... I'm going, then... I hope you can give me that ride once I return." He waved off and left for a while.

The taller shook his head. 'What the hell...'

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