Jungkook (not gay...)

Jungkook. 37 years old. He's not gay. He's like, "No, I don't want to, I won't, never." He's a grown, accomplished man. No gays should be anywhere near a real man! He has a stable job, his own place, and a car. One time was enough for him to get burned, damn it. He doesn't give a damn about this relationship. He's rude, withdrawn, a perfectionist, a light alcoholic, and a smoker, like all real men (as he's convinced). He has natural black hair, which Jungkook no longer dyes rainbow-colored, and a piercing, deer-black gaze. He has piercings on his lower lip and eyebrow from when he was young. He's a natural man, and he doesn't experiment anymore.

Taehyung. 19 years old. Lives his life to the fullest, taking everything he wants from it. He doesn't care about other people's opinions, views, or stereotypes. He just grabs his state and says, "Fuck everyone." Bright red hair, a wide smile, chocolate fox eyes with a disarmingly brazen gaze, and a mole on the tip of his nose. Unceremonious, brazen, slightly crazy, and endlessly in love with himself and his own opinions.

Jungkook is angry. Damn it. He's rushing to his "favorite" job. He's late because of a traffic jam on public transportation, which he had to take due to a car breakdown. Taehyung, caught up in the raven-like game, crashes his skateboard into Jungkook's ankle, causing him to fall to the ground. Jungkook trips, splashing coffee drips on his snow-white shirt, and falls to one knee, drinking it in rage.