The Boy Driving a Truck. *BTS*
1.
Sometimes, being rebellious isn't because someone is necessarily bad, or perhaps grew up in such a way that would drive them to irresponsibility. It can sometimes be a group of outcasts, loners.. that were thrown out by society.
They had found each other, like it was meant to happen. They were all drawn to one another, all thrown to the side together.
Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook. These seven boys never fit in. Always looked down at their desks in class, in the corner seat where no one desired to sit. Never paying attention, they were too occupied by suicidal thoughts created out of loneliness and despair. All they wanted was a friend.
And that's definitely what they got.
**
"Namjoon, I'm s-sorry." Jin was breathing heavy, subtle tears choking every word that tried to escape his lips. He paused for a moment, and continued.
"I know, I'm stupid for trying, I knew how you felt, I knew how you were. Fuck, you're my best friend, we know everything about each other."
Jin laughed for a second, but those laughs suddenly turned into cries.
"I'm going to miss you, I really am. I can't imagine a world without you." The boy grabbed onto the seat cushion so hard that his knuckles turned white. He had trouble holding his phone, hot tears stinging his eyes.
"I had to tell you, I-I had to.." Jin started to have trouble speaking as the water rose up closer to his chin.
"I'm in love with you."
**
"Jin! Wake up, we're going out tonight." Namjoon threw a pillow at the sleeping boy as he put on a pair of jeans lying on the hardwood floor. Jin opened his eyes, confused.
"Why are you here? I thought you went home last night." He said through his early morning yawns. Jin looked over at his digital clock on the side table. 1:07. Yeah, so much for "early morning".
The afternoon was bright. Almost a little too bright. The curtains were open, and the sun was shining it's rays into the room. Jin watched the baby blue fabric blow through the wind. He could feel the breeze on his cheeks, through his hair. He closed his eyes at the sensation.
"I stayed over. Hope you don't mind. By the way, I'm going to wear these jeans. I know they're yours, but I need new clothes and these make my butt look good." Namjoon walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. The sound of water gushing filled the room. Jin looked over at his bright pink carpet contrasting with the cool dark wood.
"Yeah.. that's fine.. But I heard you say 'goodnight, I'm leaving' last night." Jin stretched out his arms and tried to jolt himself awake from the sleepy daze he was in. Once his bones started to pop, he was up.
"I was about to leave, but I fell over your carpet." The boy told Jin while splashing water on his face. Namjoon grabbed a towel and wiped his face of the cold water, sighing a bit.
"Oh gosh, are you alright?" Jin asked, getting out of bed. He walked over to Namjoon who was brushing out his hair with his fingers.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I was just too lazy to get up. Can I borrow a shirt?" Namjoon was still trying to work on his appearance. Jin smiled and ran his own fingers through Namjoon's thick hair, making an effort to fix it. The boy eventually gave up and pushed it to the side.
"Fine, but not my new one." Jin glided out of the bathroom and jumped back into bed. He sat there patiently waiting for Namjoon to come into the room. Once he heard feet hitting the wood floor, Jin grabbed his pillow and threw it at the boy.
"Aish!" He yelled as the pillow got him in the torso. Jin started to laugh.
"Why do you have such hard pillows?" Namjoon questioned, walking to his friend's wardrobe. When he opened the closet, he scoffed.
"Jin, everything is pink." Namjoon looked over with an unamused expression.
"Hey, pink is fantastic." The boy was about to respond, but he was interrupted by his phone going off. Namjoon grabbed the cell off the floor where he fell and glanced over at the screen.
"Who is it?" Jin asked.
"It's Yoongi."
**
"Man, tonight's going to be so much fun!" Hoseok exclaimed, shoving a chip in his mouth. Yoongi rolled his eyes and texted Namjoon, telling him about where the party was planning to be. The boy shifted in his seat from being tired. Hoseok was on the floor, chilling out on the brown carpet.
"Who ya texting?" Hoseok asked through the crunching of a Dorito. The boy glanced at his phone once more, and put it back in his pocket.
"Namjoon. Telling him I'm having it at my place." Yoongi stated, leaning in near Hoseok. The boy sat up on his elbows with a confused face. He watched Yoongi lean in, staring at him with those kitten eyes.
Yoongi soon sat on the floor next to Hoseok, moving closer and closer. Yoongi smiled as he suddenly stole the bag of Doritos, getting up and running. Hoseok laid there, almost blushing from what just happened. He soon snapped out of it and chased after Yoongi.
"Hey! You're such a thief!" The energetic boy called out. "Who's all coming to this thing anyway?" Hoseok asked, looking for Yoongi.
"Um, just us. Duh. It's not like we have other friends." The boy popped out of his hiding spot behind the white counter, bag of chips in hand. Hoseok ran over to Yoongi, grabbing his shoulders.
"Sad, but true." The boy breathed as he kept his friend in place. Hoseok gently squeezed Yoongi and smiled.
"Thanks for hanging out with me today." "Thanks for helping me decorate my house." Yoongi grinned as he escaped from Hoseok. He cursed under his breath and exhaled in frustration of losing his precious snack.
"I just hope I don't have to help you clean up afterwards, you chip stealer!" Hoseok yelled to his friend. He rested his hand on the cold marble counter and waited for a response. After a moment, he debated on just stealing Yoongi's Rocky Road ice cream.
"But you know you will!" Yoongi shouted back. Hoseok paused for a moment, and sighed.
"Yeah.. I know."
Dayummmmm
4/23/18