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He’s 15, and he’s nervous. He rides in the passenger seat of his dad’s new car, hating that soulless smell again and pulling his knees up to his chest.
“Feet off the seat, Taehyung.”
He slams his feet back on the floor, sighing the whole time.
“You better not act up today, do you understand me?”
Taehyung frowns, but manages to mutter, “Yes, sir.”
They pull into a nice (overpriced, Tae thinks) Japanese steakhouse, and Taehyung frowns deeper as he steps out to see his father parked over the line without fixing it. Of course he did. Just for that, he was gonna order the double serving of ribeye steak with a side of shrimp.
He catches the sight of a tall pair of shoulders in a light pink shirt walking into the restaurant, and he hopes he gets sat at the same table as whoever it was. He has a bad habit of instantly falling in love with anyone from his age range who looks even remotely interesting, but today he’d much rather be doing that than meeting his dad’s girlfriend and her family.
“She says they just walked in, waiting by the fish tank for us.”
He hopes the fish tank is full of piranhas so he could stick his whole fucking hand in there. He turns the corner of the dimly lit steakhouse, and then sees him - Shoulders, as he has affectionately called him in his head for the past minute.
His dad is moving forward at the same time that the older woman next to Shoulders moves forward as well, meeting each other in a small peck on the lips.
Oh. Shoulders is -
“Taehyung, this is Seokjin, Soo Yeon’s son.”
“Hi!” The taller boy with the broad shoulders and blinding smile reaches his hand out, but Taehyung is too distracted by how shiny his bottom lip is and how soft his dark brown hair looks.
“Taehyung, don’t be rude.” The tone of his father’s voice is light enough, but Taehyung catches the edge in it.
He reaches out to shake Seokjin’s hand, and it’s just as soft as he’d think. He reminded him of an angel, honestly. “Hi.”
“You can call me hyung if you like.”
“Oh! Sorry, my dad said we were around the same age, I’m 15.”
“I’m 17, don’t worry about it, I’ll let you off this time.” He smiles warm and mischievous, and Taehyung pictures what kind of punishment this guy could possibly give.
A year later, Taehyung would remember that exact moment as his first mistake in a line of many.