"How was your day?"

"Why do you want to know?" Yoongi asked, crystal eyes trailing up to glance at the blonde boy.

Taehyung pulled up his backpack, the strap sliding down his shoulder. "Because, I want to talk to you." He said, syncing his steps with Yoongi's.

The brunettes white converse splashed into the murky puddles, browns and blacks staining the stark fabric. "Well, you shouldn't." He muttered, pulling his hood up to cover his face.

"Oh, okay."

And with that, the boy was silent the rest of the way home.

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the end of the fxxxing world is a great show