Game Over - Taekook/Vkook

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Taehyung's POV

"Tae!"

"Taehyung!"

I groaned opening one eye as I stared at my closed bedroom door.

I shuffled over in the white plump sheets and flicked on my lamp rubbing my eyes.

"What?" I whined with a sharp raspy voice.

"Yah! Taehyung did you stay up all night playing video games again?" I heard my older brother complain through the door.

"No" I said unconvincingly.

"Don't try and fool me. Get up and come help mother unpack the groceries. I'm heading to work" My brother shouted banging on my door.

I stuck my tongue out and pulled my middle finger at the doors direction.

However I love my mother so dearly.

Both my parents work hard during the week and are very successful so I am grateful for the amazing amounts of money that buys me loads of snacks and money to play my video games.

Gaming is my life. 

I don't care if I seem a bit like a nerd because let's face it. Video games are just so much fucking fun.

I peeled my legs from the bed sheets and let them guide my entire body to fall onto the floor with a loud bang.

"Taehyung, are you okay?" I heard my fathers gruff voice say through the door.

"I'm fine. My t-shirt just fell off of my bed" I said sitting up off the floor.

The impact of the hard carpet had awoken me.

"Just a t-shirt? It sounded very heavy for a t-shirt" My father said.

"I was wearing the t-shirt" I said which earned me a laugh from my dad.

"Whenever I fall, the ground is always there to catch me" I muttered standing up as I pulled off my grey t-shirt that I slept peacefully in.

I opened my draws and pulled out a navy blue shirt that was too big for me, some black track pants and some grey boxers with pizza cartoons all over it.

I pulled the shirt over my thick head and removed my pants and boxers.

Then I slid on my favorite boxers and smiled happily in the mirror.

I chuckled lightly to myself as I watched myself twerk and then thrust my hips in the mirror.

I am very glad to have privacy because my bedroom door doesn't have a lock.

The only person who never knocks on my bedroom door is Park Jimin.

He's my best friend and is as gay as me.

He has the most stunning luscious blonde locks and such a cute tiny frame.

My entire family think that we are soulmates from how open and close we are to each other.

But sadly we aren't each others type.

We love each other but only as friends.

Which is okay because at least I have someone who's close to me and understands me.

I mean my older brother is gay too and my parents are very accepting of it, but it's also very daunting and scary because we're still not overly accepted in society.

I pulled on my track pants and hurried downstairs.

"Jin?" I said surprised as I saw my brother lying on the couch.