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psych0catt · 11 months

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in which yoongi loses his shoes when running the 200 metres on sports day, and an unexpected someone assists him when he falls.

this is a slight twist on the tumblr prompt; "a character's footwear falls of when they are trying to run away" (sorry, i don't know who posted this prompt).

approximately 20,350 words.

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the sun was beaming harsher than it ever had before. the usually green grass was looking more of a yellowish green. it blew in the slight breeze, which yoongi would be thankful for if it ever sped up. the racket outside could be heard from where he stood by the door to the main school building, where he held his bottle under an outside tap to fill it up. the noise came from a combination of overly proud parents and teachers shouting people directions.

it was sports day. it was the day yoongi hated with a passion, but he was forced to cooperate. switching off the tap, he screwed on the lid to his water bottle and took a long drink from it, momentarily relieving him from the stupidly hot weather. suddenly, the door burst open from behind him and a group of cheering boys erupted from it.

yoongi watched as they passed, standing awkwardly in the shade as he prolonged having to head over. the group of boys were the populars, always loud and always not giving a shit about it. </p>

yoongi pushed his glasses up his nose as he watched them all come out like a pack of wolves or something. yoongi hated them. he hated them all, except one.

the very last to exit the building was that very person; kim taehyung. taehyung's face was the most beautiful one he'd ever seen, with his features soft yet sharp and his hair always styled to perfection. he used just the right amount of gel every time, just enough so that it would stay in place but you couldn't tell he had any in unless you knew your way around hair gel.

taehyung shot him a small smirk and held confident eye contact with yoongi as he ran his fingers through his hair, all while walking down the stone ramp that led up to the door. yoongi practically melted inside, his stomach swarming with butterflies and his heart thumping hard. yoongi watched taehyung walk away; he watched the way his shorts hugged the crease of his ass whenever he took a step forward. he watched the way his hair bounced as he jogged up to catch up with one of his friends.

fanning his tshirt, yoongi made his way over to the field. while he hated sports day, it would be embarrassing to be late to it.

as soon as be stepped out of the shade, he was reminded of how hot it was out. walking along the gravel, he sighed in frustration and scanned the field for taehyung. he'd looked around for taehyung so often that he'd become a professional at spotting him in a crowd. almost immediately he saw him, doing some kind of a hand shake with jimin, who had always seemed to be his best friend, but that was just yoongi's best guess. in all honesty, he'd never even spoken a word to taehyung, except "excuse me" when he was stood in front of his locker.

yoongi had always really wanted to, but with their school hierarchy, he wouldn't dare approach his friend group to talk to him. he imagines he'd be cussed out by some of them, called slurs and the whole nine yards.

yoongi finally arrived to where he was supposed to wait for his race, which sadly was the 200 metre. his race was the fourth race, and thankfully not the last one either. with his water bottle, yoongi stood alone and watched as people lined up for the first race which was the 1000 metre race. yoongi continued to look around for taehyung, but he couldn't see him anywhere. he furrowed his eye brows. he knew taehyung only did sprints, so he wouldn't be lining up for this race, there was no chance of it.

slowly, he turned around to check behind him, and to his (dis)pleasure, taehyung was stood right behind him, just less than half a metre away since everyone packed into the shade. yoongi trailed his eyes up to his face, and taehyung looked back down at him. his expression didn't change when yoongi made eye contact, and yoongi immediately pulled his eyes away and turned back around.

as boring time passed, everyone eventually began sitting on the grass to save their legs, all except for the people who were running next. they were all the sporty type, and claimed it would be beneficial to stand before their race. yoongi hadn't a clue whether it was true or not, but the fact taehyung was standing up made him trust their words a little more.

picking at the grass by his legs, yoongi kept his head hung on his shoulders as he stared at the grass. his heart was going a million miles an hour, and it showed no sign of slowing down. he was absolutely shitting himself because his race was the next race, he was just waiting for the announcement. he could feel that if he stood up, his legs would be shaking and he might even trip over somebody in the crowd.

"now for the two hundred metre!" shouted his teacher mr kim through a megaphone. "that's park jimin, min yoongi, kim namjoon, jeon jungkook, and jung hoseok!"

yoongi groaned quietly, pushing himself up off the ground and brushing off any grass on his behind. he trudged to the starting line, which just so happened to be all the way across the field, allowing the race to finish in front of the parents and the rest of the students.

yoongi readied himself in his spot, his heart beating way too fast. the rest of the runners, all from taehyung's friend group, looked more than confident. with their muscular builds and reputation for winning running awards, there was hardly any point in him running, but he knew he had to do it anyway. even though he didn't want to, he would try his best, as he didn't want to waste anyone's time and he knew if he was watching someone walk in a race, he would get major second hand embarrassment.

"on your marks, get set.." after those words were spoke, a piercing whistle was blown. after momentarily flinching at the noise, yoongi began to run, his feet going as fast as they could take him. he looked ahead of him, looking at hoseok and he copied his technique and improved his posture. he continued his pace, doing his best to just keep going.

to yoongi's surprise, he began catching up to hoseok who was the last one in the race. but just as success had almost hit him, yoongi felt his shoes become looser. he mentally panicked but he chose to keep running. he kept going and going, doing his best to both ignore the fact they were coming off, and trying to grip his toes so theyd stay on. but eventually, they both flung off his feet as he ran.

"fuck" he whispered to himself, but he kept going, he kept running and running. hoseok was way ahead of him now, as he'd had to slow his pace to try and save his shoes from being lost. he felt more than embarrassed, he felt utterly humiliated and he knew he'd have to go and pick them up when he had finished the race.

the finish line was ahead of him now, and he guessed that he had about ninety metres left to run. yoongi bolted for it, he ran as hard as he could for the finish line. everyone else had already finished, but people were still cheering for him, as if it really mattered.

feeling as though time had slowed, yoongi looked around at the parents and at his classmates. a feeling of loneliness overcame him; he had no friends here, and he had no family here. of course, his family loved him but they didn't bother coming to see him, even if they knew he would fail the race. yoongi's eyes moved to in front of him, and just a short distance from the finish line, his face hit the floor.

a chorus of gasps erupted from the crowd of students and adults, and then a finale of laughter from the students. yoongi pulled himself up off the floor, standing up and just standing there. he brought a hand to his chin, sweating and gasping for air as if he was a dog.

yoongi jogged off of the track, and waved his hands at the teachers to show them he was done. embarrassed and without shoes, yoongi headed for his locker. he was sweaty, he was bleeding and he felt like erupting in tears. he'd never felt so disgusting in his entire life.

feeling shameful, yoongi sped back the way he'd came. he let his eyes get watery and he let drops of blood roll down his hill, and stain his tshirt. sniffling, he mentally prepared himself to walk along the probably hot gravel.

suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder, and he jumped.

"ah, sorry. I thought you would've.. heard me" said the voice. turning around, yoongi was more than shocked to see taehyung breathless and holding his shoes. yoongi didn't speak and neither did taehyung; they both just stared at eachother for a while. yoongi looked back at everyone, and back to taehyung.

"it's your race now, right?" asked yoongi, his voice shaky and breathless. with a muddy hand from falling, yoongi wiped his eyes from tears. taehyung looked so attractive, even when he was sweating buckets.

with a smile, he replied, "yeah" he breathed out, and held his shoes out for yoongi to take. with a shaky hand, yoongi took them and continued to look up at taehyung. his hair was messy now, but his golden skin shone beautifully from the sweat. </p>

"there's gonna be the same race next week at a sports event anyway, and my run to grab your shoes then up here was all the exercise I could need today" he laughed, smiling that smile that yoongi had always admired from afar but never actually seen it up close. the way his face scrunched up when he did it was so charming to yoongi.

"wow" thought yoongi as he stared at the beauty that was kim taehyung.

"wow?" repeated taehyung in a questioning tone. he began walking towards the school, and gestured for yoongi to follow him. yoongi's cheeks had a red tint to them.

yoongi didn't speak, he didn't know what to say to him. they walked together until they reached the concrete, where yoongi quickly and awkwardly put his shoes on.

"I'm gonna take you to the bathroom and clean you up. I would take you to the medical room but they take ages to actually help you. I've got a first aid kit in my locker" stated taehyung. the pair of them started walking again, going towards the same door that taehyung had come out of earlier.

"oh, okay" yoongi replied, hiding how confused he was. the pair of them walked to taehyung's locker and picked up the first aid kit. yoongi kept his eyes trained on taehyung's hands, watching how they moved to input his locker code, how they held the locker door open. his finger nails were beautifully well kept, and his hands in general looked well kept. his skin looked softer than a babies bum. his hands were the most elegant yoongi had ever seen.

"right, got it. let's just go in there" smiled taehyung, grabbing yoongi's wrist and guiding him to the bathroom across the hall. yoongi stared at taehyung's hand around his wrist, his heart beating faster the more he held onto it.

taehyung put the first aid kit besides one of the sinks, opening it up and pulling out a few things packets as well as a couple plasters, one bigger than the other. yoongi stood beside taehyung, staring at all his stuff and trying not to look up at him. he did it anyway. even in bad lighting, he still looked stunning.

"sit up on the counter" directed taehyung. yoongi blushed slightly at the dominance in his voice. it was just an instruction, but yoongi couldn't help bit feel attracted by it.

"you have all this with you just every single day?" questioned yoongi, fiddling with his bracelet. he wasn't supposed to wear jewelry on sports day, no one was, but he always wore this bracelet, and he hadn't been told off for it before.

"yeah" answered taehyung with a shrug, opening up one of the pockets. "no one knew you'd trip over your own foot today, but now you're alright because I've got my kit"

yoongi laughed at taehyung's answer, holding his hand over his mouth as he did so. he had always been quite shy, and a little insecure about his smile especially with people like taehyung.

"your chin has been bleeding a lot, is it alright if I touch?" asked taehyung, his voice soft. his eyes went from his chin up to his eyes when he asked the question. gulping anxiously, yoongi nodded.

taehyunv brought a hand up to yoongi's chin, moving it around and trying to get a closer look at it.

"you must've hit it on a rock or something. you've got some dirt in it though" told taehyung, looking up to yoongi's eyes as he held his chin. with the other hand, he gently dabbed what looked like a wipe over the gash.

"ahh!" whined yoongi, closing his eyes and holding taehyung's arm from the pain. taehyung laughed a little, and yoongi did his best not to smile.

"it's just a little lemon wipe, yoongi" teased taehyung. yoongi didn't reply, but he opened his eyes again. he was amazed that he knew his name.

"what, you think I didn't know your name? how couldn't I know the name of the leader of the school book club" he replied, laughing at his own joke. yoongi scoffed at the mocking words, his face turning peachy.

"okay, mr I spend more time running than sleeping" retorted yoongi, making taehyung scoff this time. just to mock him some more, he mocked his scoff.

suddenly taehyung had a serious look on his face, and he gripped his face harshly. yoongi's eyes shot open in a panic, and his whole body tensed up.

"hey, stay still. this is like surgery" he finally said, laughing the last few words out. yoongi didn't move his mouth, he only rolled his eyes which made taehyung laugh even more.

"you look petrified. I'm not gonna bite you, unless you want me to" taunted taehyung, his mouth pulled into a smirk. yoongi's stomach twisted.

"why would I?" responded yoongi, his hands clasping onto the edge of the counter.

"ahh, I don't know. you seem to really like me treating your injuries. you might want more for me to treat, hm?" he teased. yoongi looked at taehyung with serious eyes. he was confused at what taehyung was saying, what he was doing, why he was doing it.

"why are you speaking to me this way?" asked yoongi, his voice cracking a little as he spoke. taehyung's face was overcome with worry and confusion.

"like what?" he replied, taking his and the wipe away from yoongi's face. the cut on his chin was clean and no longer bleeding, and all the blood on his neck had been cleaned up.

"you're being nice, but in a weird way" yoongi accused, wiping his left eye as a tear threatened to fall as he bared the sting of the lemon wipe.

"flirting?" whispered taehyung, to which yoongi fell still and silent. he was shocked. not only was he coming out to him, but he was flirting with him.

"I mean, I guess I am," taehyung said, answering his own question with a shrug, "I know I shouldn't, its... weird. but I always see you looking at me, looking around for me, blushing when I look at you.."

yoongi's eyes widened even more, his cheeks becoming red as he laughed at what taehyung had said.

"I don't do that" argued yoongi, his cheeks a raging pink, "wrong person"

taehyung laughed with him, stepping closer again. he picked up the bigger looking plaster and unwrapped it. with a finger, taehyung gently pushed yoongi's chin up. he gently applied the plaster and rubbed the edges of it to ensure that it was on properly.

"yeah sure, but it doesn't matter" taehyung replied, reaching for a new wipe and wiping off yoongi's muddy hands and muddy knees. yoongi was a blushing mess, trying his best not to show it.

the two of them sat in silence for a while, taehyung cleaning yoongi up and yoongi letting him. it was peaceful, but it still felt weird and slightly wrong. yoongi thought about taehyung's friends and how they'd react if they saw them doing this, if they say taehyung doing this. yoongi knew they were homophobic, he'd heard of incidents involving them, and the most recent one was only a week ago. he had no idea how they were still able to run the races after it all.

"if your friends knew.." mumbled yoongi.

taehyung looked up at him with soft eyes, and reached a hand up to yoongi's cheek. he wiped the tear that fell, and stood as close as he could to him.

"I know.. they're not great, but they're all my childhood friends and my family friends. I don't have a choice other than to like them, except jimin. he's a lot different, he's quite like you when he's not with the others" began taehyung, and yoongi raised a brow at that. "I know I don't really know you but, I know you a little bit. you like to read, you're shy, reserved, you only have a couple friends"

yoongi laughed. "a couple is plenty to me"

taehyung furrowed his brows. "a couple? what about the book club?"

yoongi smiled at him. "I don't really consider them friends, I just love talking about my books" explained yoongi, "and they don't really consider me a friend too"

taehyung looked sad at that news, and looked away for a second, but he quickly looked back. reaching both hands up, taehyung carefully clasped both sides of yoongi's black framed chunky glasses and placed them to one side. he winced at what he saw underneath the nose bit.

"oh yoongi, your poor nose" whispered taehyung. yoongi turned around and looked at himself in the mirror, seeing the gash in his nose. he sighed at the sight and turned back around to taehyung.

"I hope my glasses stay on my nose" he noted, making taehyung smile a little. he carefully applied the small circular plaster to yoongi's nose, and handed him back his glasses. yoongi was really blown away by taehyung's kindness, and by everything that had happened between them today. taehyung had been flirting with him, and had spent the past goodness knows how long cleaning up his wounds for him.

"I'm sure you'll be fine, yoongi" smiled taehyung, watching fondly as yoongi put his glasses back on. "you look cute" he added.

blushing, yoongi looked away but taehyung was quick to protest.

"nu uh uhh" he said. yoongi looked back to see him tapping his cheek expectedly. yoongi curled his toes in his shoes and let the feeling of butterflies in his tummy arise.

yoongi didn't move for a few seconds, just looking at taehyung and wondering what to do. he wanted to do it, but he'd never kissed anyone and he felt awkward kissing someone on the cheek. and this was kim taehyung, out of everybody. he was panicking, and he didn't know what to do, but he made up his mind after a while.

yoongi leaned forward on the bench, and put his hands over taehyung's cheeks, making him face him. and then, he stared at him, their faces not too far apart. yoongi's eyes traced over every part of taehyung's face until they rested on his lips.

taehyung smiled slightly at him, and placed his hands on yoongi's thighs, opening them and stepping closer. he waited for yoongi, to see if he would do anything.

"sorry.." whispered yoongi, letting out a breathy and awkward laugh. they held eye contact for a few seconds, before taehyung broke it. his dark brown eyes looked down to yoongi's parted lips, open just partially.

"don't apologise" he whispered in response. yoongi's eyes widened before he shut them firmly. his palms slightly sweaty, he held taehyung's cheeks as their lips gently connected. yoongi's whole face relaxed, his whole body relaxed at the feeling. he focused on nothing but his lips, relishing in how soft they were and how great it felt to do this. he almost felt as though he was in a trance. he couldn't think clearly, too focused on what was happening.

slowly, taehyung moved his lips, gently feeling yoongi's. the kiss was heavenly. it was all yoongi ever wanted. every other sensation felt dulled when he kissed him, his mind gone fuzzy. not thinking straight, yoongi let out a small whine. taehyung pulled away from the kiss, keeping their faces close.

"min yoongi... who'd have thought?" whispered taehyung, his tone curious and fond.

yoongi waited a few seconds for him to expand on what he'd said, but his crush for two years didn't. "thought.. what?" he asked, whispering just like taehyung.

taehyung smiled at him, holding eye contact.

"who'd have thought you'd be my first kiss"

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