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If you ask Taehyung what is the best thing in the world - he'll sure respond with sleeping naked.
There is no way in heaven nor hell he would sleep with some fabric on when there is nothing to be ashamed for. Even if his closest friends are around he doesn't mind if they walk in on him sprawled on their bed in all of his glory - jesus style. It is just the way he prefers to take his little adventures out of the consciouss world into the deepest parts of his desires. One way or another, if you know Kim Taehyung for long enough, you are already aware of his sleeping habits - not to mention he has to have something tucked around his body or being wrapped around something or someone, or else he won't close his eyes and stop pouting.
That's why Hoseok is now trapped underneath the weight of his best friend's body - one hand tucked under the boy's head while other is pulling the rest of his being out of the bed. He has to do it quickly or else Taehyung's eyelashes will flutter wide open and he would whine for another 20 minutes for the latter to come back to bed and cuddle him. It may be considered as cute or adorable, but in fact, it's very frustrating when you are in hurry and there is a tired boy rubbing at his eyes and pouting at you, because you are not beside him.
Hoseok shoots a quick text message to Jimin as soon as he is free from the suffociating grasp and wastes no time to escape from the room. He makes sure he doesn't make any loud noises as he blindly taps his foot against the cold floor in need to find his shoes. The small notification sound that rings through the apartment is like a thorn in the silence of the night and he is fast to grab it to make it stop. He holds his breath for a second or two - listening if there is any rustling of the sheets coming from the four walls he has successfully left, but when there is not any kind of disturbance, he focuses his attention to the letters shining right into his face painfully.
shortie
imma grab some popcorn and holy water, maybe bleach for later use
sun, 1:12am
The man has to cover his mouth to prevent himself from laughing, grabbing the piece of toast they've left there when they were done watching movies and leaving the complex for good. He has to admit that he is going to miss the way the younger male would cling to everyone in their squad and beg for their cuddles - but what has to be done, has to be done. Suddenly, he turns around watching as the light in Taehyung's room lights up and sooner than he can return back, his phone goes off. He can see Taehyung's siluette throughout the light white courtains the boy has, which is probably facing him watching him taking out his phone.
soon to be a porn star
traitor
sun, 1:17am
He looks up searching for Taehyung's balcony where the man stands - his body covered only by a thin silky bathrobe and grins before tapping not a good idea to stay the night if tmr is a big day. And before the boy can respond, he turns around and jogs down the street. Hoseok can just picture the way his friend rolls his beautiful eyes with a sigh and resigned face after he reads the text, but this was his choice after all and now he can't complain about how he is going to have to share his wonderful - already not so huge - apartment with someone he doesn't even know.
If Hoseok recalls correctly it was Wednesday evening, they all gathered in Seokjin's coffee shop for some good ol' bean juice - yes, he totally hates the therm Seokjin uses thanks to the dad jokes he reads on a daily basis, when Taehyung had the brightest idea.
"Why can't I have a housemate? All of you are paired up only I am alone all the time," the youngest among them huffs into his palm, brows furrowed. The five of them tilt their head simultaneously, mostly confused if this is only just another thought of his or he is seriously concerned about not having anyone around.
"Because you sleep butt-naked and can't let go of the person that is beside you - I am sorry, Tae - but not everyone can keep up with that shit," Yoongi says calmly while sipping from the cup that was placed in front of him. Jimin frowns at him, mouthing some words Yoongi can't decipher but it is probably about him being rude but he ignores it -it is the truth after all.
"Am I not nice enough? Funny enough? I know I can't clean up, but that's just a detail!" Taehyung whines, head colliding with the wooden surface of the table they are sitting around. The group sits in silence for a few seconds because no one really knows how to respond to something like that before the said boy shoots up from his spot and points his finger at the first person at the sight - Jimin. "I know what I am going to do! I am going to write an ad that I am looking for a housemate that doesn't give a fuck about anything, if he has a place to crash in and fridge stuffed with Jin hyung's food!"
The enthusiasm in his voice is clear but doesn't quite reach his friends who are still sitting like stones without moving a muscle.
"Why are y'all like this?" he huffs annoyed, ass planted on the chair again. "I am so lonely," the boy pouts, looking at Seokjin whose fingers are intertwined with Namjoon's, "but I don't have a time to go around the city and find myself a piece of ass that would willingly fuck me when I ask nicely."
"You have literally both girls and boys falling for you everywhere, Taehyung," Namjoon says matter-of-factly, bringing the glass filled with mostly milk to his lips, "you are just too oblivious to notice."
Taehyung groans. It is like this all the time; in his friends' eyes he is blind and stupid for not realizing someone finds him interesting. Maybe that's why he hasn't had a boyfriend since high school and even back then couldn't find himself in the situation that he was one-hundred percent sure the guy is into him. The moment he gives up and another topic to be discussed is on the tip of his tongue, Namjoon speaks up again.
"I think I have a solution for your loneliness - but not your asshole. My mom's friend's son is moving into Seoul and is currently trying to find a place nice enough to live in. I don't know if he wants a living on his own or not but I can try to persuade his mother that living with someone who has been in the city for a while is a good thing since the person can help him to-" he doesn't have the time to finish his sentence before Taehyung is nodding his head off in a brutal speed.
And that's how his hyung made one call, said a few words and gave Taehyung a number of his potentional new bro in the house.
It's nine in the morning when Taehyung hears knocking on his door. The sun is shining directly into his eyes which leads into provocative thought about putting the object down from the sky - not exactly realistic but a nice thought if we are speaking of mornings. He yawns right after he stands up wishing he can get back into the dreamland as soon as whoever it is, is done with the knocking and goes to open up the door.
Yoongi texted him last night after Hoseok has left that he will stop by to collect his hoodies Taehyung has stolen from him throughout the month - and the boy was ninety-two percent sure it would be the latter since he had to finish the track he was working on while everyone was sleeping - that means he stayed up all night and was on his way back home. What he didn't expect was that the eight percent that was missing from the complete hundred would come true when he opened the door with 'Leave me at least the red one, hyungie,' only to look up straight into the eyes of an unknown human.
Well, fuck.
"What a nice welcome home," the man chuckles, eyes following the curves of Taehyung's naked body. "Do you always open your door naked? Not judging, just curious."
"Oh, Christ," Taehyung groans, only now realizing he is naked and the luggage behind the boy belongs to his new housemate. Could this go more wrong? Don't think so.
What in the ketchup bottle did you think, Kim Taehyung? the said boy watches as his housemate follows him inside. Their conversation consisted of exchanging basic informations about each other while Taehyung was nearing a breakdown because first impressions are important but probably it was ruined the moment he decided to wrap his fingers around the handle. He, at least, finds a shirt and boxers laying on his bedroom floor and puts it on before picking the rest up - not so neatly showing them into the wardrobe.
When he is all dressed up - only his collarbones are on full display but that is the sole purpose of the shirt he is wearing - he returns to explain and answer the question Jeon Jeongguk, could've prepared on his way here.
What is concerning about the man who is standing in the middle of the hallway, looking at the pictures Taehyung has painted as his entrance for the competition last year (he won, but he doesn't see it as an important fact about him) is that he is really, and he means it, really hot. All muscles in white see-through shirt, black skinny jeans, hair is a mess and from what he had the opportunity to hear - nice voice. If Jeongguk was a singer, he would literally buy his album by now.
"As you can see, it's not really that fancy but the neighbourhood is nice and the apartment doesn't cost as much as the ones in the heart of the city," he points out to the direction of busy streets through the window in the living room, "if you don't mind, we can share my bed until your furniture is moved in. Or we can take turns on the couch since it is not so comfortable to fall asleep there," he smiles, trying to pick up the ashes he burnt in the first few minutes of their shared face-to-face connection.
"If it is not a bother for you, we can sleep in your bed. Any weird sleeping habits?" Jeongguk asks innocently, eyes scanning the bedroom they entered. It's a bit messy but smells nice and Jeongguk is very surprised that even if it belongs to a grown up man, it is somehow aesthetically pleasing - photo frames here and there, two middle-sized paintings on the wall above the bed and on the opposite side, and a few plants in the corners. Seems very nice.
While the latter has his own room tour, Taehyung stops in his tracks.
There are two ways out of this: he can tell him the truth and come clean to him so he wouldn't be surprised, or second: he can lie and then the man finds out by himself once they turn off the lights. Since Taehyung is not the biggest fan of lies in general - doesn't matter if they are just little white or deep black - he sighs and nods his head, getting the latter's attention.
"I do," he says, his toenails suddenly so interesting, "I need to cuddle while I sleep and also, I don't use any cover ups while doing so," his cheeks are on fire - he wouldn't be surprised if there are actual flames licking at Jeongguk's face, burning the smooth skin of his cheeks in the process.
"Is that all?" the man says relaxed, laughing quietly, "I mean, you had no shame just a while ago. So there's nothing I haven't seen yet."
"You are here not even 20 minutes and I want to kick you," Taehyung admits embarassed, quickly walking out of the room to the kitchen for a glass of ice-cold water. It should help him chill out the hell that is taking place all over his body.
Little does he know that Jeongguk smiles watching him as he leaves, shaking his head and thanking gods Namjoon is the one who was on the dial when he decided to move out and finally starts his own life. But sooner than he can start having fleshbacks, Taehyung appears in the doorway with his bags in both of his hands and puts them on his bed.
"Let's start unpacking, shall we?" he claps his hands, diving into his things.
"Firstly you show me yourself as the day you were born and now you are shamelessly going through my stuff, do I understand that correctly?" Jeongguk smirks, cocking his eyebrow which leaves Taehyung a little bit flustered, "I like you." The latter grins at him and Taehyung? Taehyung thinks this was the best and the worst idea he has ever had and will ever have in his life only if his cheeks weren't burning again. Fuck.
king taehyung to jin's chickens
king taehyung: @deepshit where you @
king taehyung: we need to talk
tongue technology: is guk there already
king taehyung: been for a while now
king taehyung: bUT I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY WONT YOU FUCKERS TELL ME THAT HE WAS SUPPOSED TO COME IN THE MORNING
swear jar: taehyung, my child, ive seen you used a bad word
swear jar: do you know what it means?
king taehyung: hyung i dont have a time for this wHEN THERE IS MY HOUSEMATE LOOKING HELLA FINE AND IVE MADE THE GREATEST FIRST IMPRESSION KNOWN TO THE WORLD
deep shit: SPILL THE TEA
king taehyung: yOU
deep shit: me?
king taehyung: yOU TOLD ME JEONGGUK WOULDNT COME AROUND TIL EVENING BECAUSE HE HAS STUFF TO DO AND GUESS WHO KNOCKED ON MY DOOR MAYBE AN HOUR AGO AND I THOUGHT IT WAS ONLY YOONGI HYUNG
hoesuck: this seems interesting
hoesuck: please continue
king taehyung: im not talking to you, traitor
tongue technology: let me guess
tongue technology: you threw a fit as soon as the door opened bcs you have a deep emotional bond to my red hoodie
swear jar: why red
hoesuck: bcs it makes tae smaller and he likes to be babied while having it on
nicest kid: dont kink shame him, guys
nicest kid: y'all enjoy spoiling his cute perky ass
tongue technology: is there something you want to tell us, park jimin
deep shit: can we focus on what tae did pls
deep shit: bcs guk is texting me rn
hoesuck: what does he say
deep shit: bunch of profanities and thanks
swear jar: that means?
king taehyung: WHAT NOW?
deep shit: i think he wanted to text another person
tongue technology: tae, you are still on with the story how your first impression went
swear jar: i untied my apron to read this
nicest kid: taehyung?
king taehyung: ...
king taehyung: i just woke up, right
king taehyung: and i was 92% sure it was yoongi hyung
hoesuck: y 92
king taehyung: bcs you need some backup to your planning
king taehyung: anyway
king taehyung: i went to open up the door
deep shit: i might have an idea where this is going
tongue technology: oh no
hoesuck: dont tell me you
swear jar: thats something to call a courage
swear jar: keep it up, bub
swear jar: im proud of you
nicest kid: he still hasnt responded
deep shit: but guk did.
king taehyung: fuck me