Your Eyes Tell - violin cover by Daniel Jang
Taehyung does not smoke. Well, at least not on a regular basis, but he has found it to be a helpful excuse to get away from people without having to speak anoother word. Pulling the packet out of the pocket of his blazer, taking out a cigarette and placing it behind his ear, always does the trick.
Just like right now, he intends to use this hack with the old men who has been talking his ear off for the last ten minutes. He is going on about how he used to play the violin as well when he as young...
for one year ....
at a public music school ...
when he was 10.
Taehyung keeps nodding, replying with something along the lines of it not being for everyone before pulling his anti-social move, throwing his violin case over his shoulder, and walking off with a polite smile that leaves his lips as soon as his back is turned to the man's face.
Like many Korean weddings this couple has theirs in a huge hall of one of the hundred skyscrapers of Seoul. The official ceremony is over by now and Taehyung has already played his first few songs. Now while everyone is eating, he has a break before having to play again for the first dance. As he does not intend to spend his time off in a crowd full of people he quickly walks out of the hall towards the elevator. On this way he stops by the buffet, grabbing a few of the finger food snack that were still left over from earlier. Glad not having to share his elevator ride with anyone, he lets out a breath Taehyung has been holding in for the whole evening while pressing the number on the top of all the other stops. Getting to the highest floor is not enough to get to the roof and so he must take the stairs for the last part, while silently praying for the door not to be locked.
Luckily it isn't and so Taehyung steps outside, immediately feeling the early spring breeze on his face, messing up his dark locks and the white bottom down his mother had ironed his morning. He looks around. The building isn't high enough for him to not still be toured over by other skyscrapers, their walls casting long shadow over the roof. But still, it feels less crowed up here then down there.
He steps to the edge, leaning against the railing, shooting down a daring look. The cars moving around down there look like the ones his father used to get him in an attempt to make up for whatever shit he has pulled on them until his mother has complained of there being enough for him to open up a tiny junkyard.
"I don't think it's high enough" a voice behind him says and Taehyung jumps at it, turning around to face a familiar face.
It takes him a few seconds to place a name to the person sitting on the ground leaning against a ventilation pipe. But with him not meeting new people every day the options are relatively limited and so he soon recognizes the guy in front of him as his Uber driver form last week.
What was his name again?
Ah right, Jungkook.
"No, it isn't" Taehyung replies absent minded, only to then ask himself one second later for what exactly it wasn't high enough. What did the uber driver guy mean? And what did he himself mean to say with his response?
"So, we met again" Jungkook says, getting up from the ground and brushing the dust of his dress pants. "Although I wouldn't have imagined it to be at my mother's second wedding" he chuckles slightly, offering Taehyung a smile that does not reach his eyes.
Taehyung tries and smiles back.
There is a silence settling between the two as Taehyung is heavily searching his mind for the right thing to say to someone whose mother has just gotten married to someone who's not their father. Should he congratulate him on the newly won family member? Or ask him if he's happy about the union? But then again, that would be too personal...
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The Tomorrow Of Us - Taekook
FanfictionWhere violinist Kim Taehyung and Uber driver Jeon Jungkook help each other to heal from their pasts even though these things can be hard. - fluff with eventual smut - socially awkward Taehyung and confident Jungkook - healthy, healing relationship ...