washable markers ➝ taekook

twelve

this beginning right here is what we call a kitkat brain dump. enjoy

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   Taehyung was rudely awakened by something soft and fluffy hitting his forehead. He sat up, causing that thing to fall, blinking his eyes open until he was able to look down and identify the object as Jimin's pillow. It had fallen from the bed he slept next to, the one Jimin was draped over; hanging halfway over the edge, tangled in his bedsheets. 

   He sighed, taking in the early morning light that peeked through the blinds. It definitely wasn't time for school. One glance at the softly-ticking clock hung over the desk on the pale green wall confirmed his suspicions. It was only six thirty, an hour before he needed to be ready to head out.

   Jimin was still fast asleep, snoring just slightly, showing absolutely no sign of waking soon. Taehyung drug his eyes around the familiar room he'd spent hours in throughout his childhood. To the corner of the carpet where an old, wooden toy chest still stood, bringing back memories of him and his chubby-cheeked, rosy-faced best friend, giggling and grinning to the point of them each falling onto their backs, holding their sides after Jimin had accidentally knocked off the head of a cartoonish action figure, his being the villain and Taehyung's being the all-powerful but incredibly stupid hero.

   Taehyung smiled, recalling old and nearly-forgotten memories. Nowadays, they didn't play with that toy box as much, instead, generally just chatting, doing homework, or dragging one of Jimin's siblings in to play a board game with them, but the giggling and grinning never stopped.

    Taehyung was roused again- this time not from sleep, but from deep thought- as Jimin completely fell off the bed and he felt the smack of Jimin's skull against his temple. "Ouch- Jimin!" Taehyung grunted, shoving him to the side and off of his sleeping bag.

   The older boy just groaned, only now slowly waking. "Huh..?"

   "You just head butted me, idiot." Jimin didn't reply, just grumbled sleepily and sat up, eyes puffy and hardly open.

   "What's.. time.. what time issit?" He slurred, pausing to yawn halfway through.

   "Seven now. We should get ready soon." Jimin nodded, but contrary to his agreement, he slumped over against the bed, snuggling into his blanket.

   "Nuh-uh, you're not gonna wake me up at six-thirty in the damn morning by dropping a pillow on my face then make us late because you wanna sleep more. And you are gonna make us late. Cuz you always take exactly 20 minutes to shower," Taehyung huffed, crossing his arms.

   Jimin opened one eye. "I uh.. showered yesterday," He dismissed, then shut his eye again.

   "Bullshit," Taehyung countered. "I was here yesterday."

   "Oh well um.. whatever."

   "C'mon, Park. Get up." The older boy wouldn't budge, only groaning and covering his face with the blanket, so Taehyung grinned and scooted closer.

   "Fine then, have it your way." Taehyung's tone was suspicious to Jimin, made obvious by the fact that he flipped the blanket off of his face to stare at the boy.

   "NO, TAEHYUNG PLEASE!" He screeched, already thrashing violently when he noticed Taehyung's hands coming at him, imitating the pinchers of a crab. Taehyung ignored the boy's cries for mercy and tickled him with all his strength, nearly causing tears of nervous laughter for Jimin, who was not enjoying his punishment.