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Taehyung meets him on a hill one drizzly summer day, when they’re both just shy of fifteen. The hill teems with dandelions and mud. He teems with dandelions and mud.

He wears a smile that’s halfway between eager and shy, that sometimes hides his eyes into lines and paints his cheeks a kind of pearly glow. Taehyung remembers thinking that he wanted to cup them in his palms.

“You ever rolled down hills before?” he asks. His voice – a gentle, high-pitched tweet.

Taehyung shakes his head no.

“Wanna see who can roll down this one furthest?”

“What? Why?”

“Just curious. Aren’t you?”

“No. I don’t know. Am I?”

“Hey, don’t answer a question with a question,” the boy says. “My mom does that a lot.”

“We’ll get hurt.” Taehyung gazes at the rolling of the hill in front of his feet.

“Probably,” the boy answers, doing the same. “Probably not. We’d get dirty, yes.”

Taehyung doesn’t know what came over him, but he finds himself assenting.

“Fine by me,” he says.

“Fine by you?”

Maybe it’s summer boredom.

“Fine by me.”

“Awesome. Okay, see that?” The boy points to a tree stump on the foot of the hill. “Whoever rolls past that thing further wins. How’s… seven rounds sound?”

“Five.”

The boy rolls his eyes. “Fine. Okay. Just keep your face and eyes covered.”

Taehyung reclines, back on the soil. Rainwater falls onto his lids and nose and brows. “Hey.”

“You ready?”

“No.” Taehyung puts a hand on his thrumming chest. “What’s your name?”

“Jimin.”

“Jimin.”

“What’s yours?”

“Taehyung.”

“Are you ready to lose, Taehyung?” He can hear the grin in his voice, and that makes him grin.

“Hell no.”

He lets out a laugh. It rings clear and metallic. “That’s the spirit.”

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Taehyung meets him on a hill one drizzly summer day, when they're both just shy of fifteen. The hill teems with dandelions and mud. He teems with dandelions and mud.He wears a smile that's halfway between eager and shy, that sometimes hides his eyes into lines and paints his cheeks a kind of pearly glow. Taehyung remembers thinking that he wanted to cup them in his palms."You ever rolled down hills before?" he asks. His voice-a gentle, high-pitched tweet.Taehyung shakes his head no."Wanna see who can roll down this one furthest?""What? Why? ""Just curious. Aren't you? ""No. I don't know. Am I? ""Hey, don't answer a question with a question," the boy says. "My mom does that a lot.""We'll get hurt." Taehyung gazes at the rolling of the hill in front of his feet."Probably," the boy answers, doing the same. "Probably not. We'd get dirty, yes. "Taehyung doesn't know what came over him, but he finds himself assenting."Fine by me," he says."Fine by you?"Maybe it's the summer boredom."Fine by me.""Awesome. Okay, see that? " The boy points to a tree stump on the foot of the hill. "Whoever rolls past that thing further wins. How's ... seven rounds sound? ""Five."The boy rolls his eyes. "Fine. Okay. Just keep your face and eyes covered. "Taehyung reclines, back on the soil. Rainwater falls onto his lids and nose and my brows. "Hey.""You ready?""No." Taehyung puts a hand on his chest thrumming. "What's your name?""Jimin.""Jimin.""What's yours?""Taehyung.""Are you ready to lose, Taehyung?" He can hear the grin in his voice, and that makes him grin."Hell no."He lets out a laugh. It rings clear and metallic. "That's the spirit."