Running his hands through his hair in an aggravated way, Taeho stepped onto the elevator, and repeatedly hit the button for the top floor.
"I don't think it'll go any faster by doing that." A voice sneered. Taeho spun around on his heels, and glared at the person.
"You don't think that I know that?" He said, harshly.
"I don't know you enough to know what you think..." The dark haired boy smirked. "I'm Sang."
"If you don't know me, then mind your own freaking business." Taeho said harshly, before turning back around.
"Ouch. Somebody needs anger management classes." Sang mumbled.
"I don't need anger management classes, I just don't need to deal with strangers giving me crap." Taeho snapped, spinning back around, getting angrier.
"You know you would be scarier, if you cussed." Sang smirked again.
"Oh fuck off," Taeho groaned. Sang sighed and stayed quiet. For about thirty seconds.
"I'm sorry," he said loud enough for Taeho to hear. "I'm usually a jerk to people I think are cute for some reason..." Sang trailed off when Taeho turned looked down at the ground.
Sang stepped towards him uneasily, when he saw tears falling down his face. "Hey...Please don't cry. Im sorry for-" Sang was cut off, when Taeho wrapped his arms around his waist.
"I'm sorry. I'm just getting out of a relationship with my abusive boyfriend, and I am extremely crappy... I shouldn't have said those things to you." Taeho pulled away. "I'm sorry Sang...
" He whispered softly. "And I'm Taeho."