sand castles | taejin

chapter 4

third person's pov

the two boys awkwardly stand in silence, "i'm in the mood for some instant noodles, wanna join?" seokjin suggests.

"mmh, sure," the younger says, trying to play it cool.

"what kind of noodles do you like? spicy?" seokjin asks.

"i like the super deluxe and rare, seokjin flavor," the younger teases.

"oh.. haha.. you're funny," the older scratches his neck, "but i'm serious."

taehyung chuckles at seokjin's response.

"well the super deluxe and rare jin flavor is currently out of stock. so how about this?" seokjin grabs a medium sized instant noodle cup with a seal.

"alright."

the two boys pour hot water from a water dispenser into their cups and sits down at a small table near a giant window.

"how's school?"

"to be honest, it can suck my dick."

"woah. okay," seokjin snickers.

"what are you listening to?" the older pointed his fingers at the earbuds in taehyung's ears, "me time, by yubin."

"can i hear it? i don't think i ever heard of yubin before," seokjin looks up from his noodles.

"sure, here," the younger pulls out an earbud and lends it to seokjin. the older male started to bob his head up and down, a smile slowly crept on taehyung's face.

"hashtag d-day, d-day, i'm done with that!" the two forgot about their noodles and just enjoyed each other's company (and the song).

"seokjin," a loud voice booms.

the two boys look over and sees a tall man in his early 30s, "you two need to go, we're gonna close the store," the man says, crossing his arms.

"alright, sorry hyung!" seokjin says and looks back at taehyung.

the two boys quickly threw their instant noodles in the trashcan and made their way out of the building.

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"are you cold?" the younger asks, "no, i'm fine."

taehyung hears teeth clacking from beside him, "stop lying, here," taehyung takes off his hoodie, his white under shirt almost lifting up along with it, revealing his abs a bit. taehyung hands the black hoodie to the older.

"you're shorter than me, this won't fit. put it back on before you catch a cold," seokjin refuses to hold the younger's piece of clothing.

"no, you're shorter than me," taehyung smiles, putting his hoodie over seokjin's head.

"this kid," seokjin mumbles, letting the younger put it on for him.

"i forgot, how come you know my name, but i don't know yours?" seokjin raises an eyebrow.

"well, my friend, jimin told me your name," the younger says.

"anyway, my name's taehyung," the younger looks over and gives seokjin a salute using his two fingers.

seokjin laughs, "okay, taehyung. well, do you remember our first awkward encounter in the bathroom?"

"yeah, i was blinded by your beauty," taehyung pauses, "and by your shortness," taehyung chuckles loudly.

the older male pouts and looks down.

"seokjin, stop!" taehyung exclaims.

the two were standing under a street lamp, about two blocks away from taehyung's dorm, "what?" seokjin shrieks.

taehyung turns his head around to look at seokjin. the older male had his eyes glued to the floor, "i can finally see your face," says the younger.

"huh?" the older stutters a bit. he looks up and sees taehyung's eyes piercing into his soul.

"we're finally under a source of light," taehyung says, his smile growing bigger, he then points up at the tall street lamp. "oh, so what's so special about that?"

"since this is the first street light that we passed by, i finally get to see your face," the younger says.

seokjin giggles slightly at the younger male's corny line, "say, taehyung, were you that person that left me a note?" the two boys continue to walk.

"you mean, the 'what do ghosts call their lovers' joke?" taehyung tries his best not to laugh at his own words.

"yup," seokjin says, popping the p.

"yeah, aren't i funny?"

"psh. you wish!" jin says, smiling, "i had fun throughout this night with you, tae."

"tae? that's a cute nickname," taehyung says, smiling.

"wait, why am i following you to your dorm?" seokjin questions as he stops himself from walking any further.

"oh.. uh, i dont know..?" the younger says, making it sound more like a question than a statement.

"my house is, um, this way," seokjin gulps and points to the opposite direction.

"oh! well, i'll call you tomorrow?"

"oh, that's right, jimin gave you my number. okay, bye!" seokjin waves at taehyung and the two parted ways.

"wait! his hoodie," seokjin says to himself.

he twists his head around, but sees taehyung walking around the corner, "i guess i'll just return it to him some other time," he smiles.