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"Bet your house is a shit-tip as we speak."

Taehyung huffed. He looked over the edge of the couch he was laying on, very maturely ignoring the clothes spread on the carpet and- well, basically fucking everywhere since he hated doing housework and still had enough shirts in the closet.

Why would he wash clothes if he could watch anime? (Recommend some good animes pls)

Priorities.

"Looks like you don't know what the fuck you're talking about." He snapped back and popped another piece of chocolate in his mouth. "Because my living room is sparkling."

"Tae darling, that's dust," Jimin chuckled, the creaking in the background giving away that he just sat down on his bed. "Besides, you wouldn't sneeze as much if you would get your ass up and do something about the whole dust situation on the shelves."

Before Taehyung could answer he let out a yawn and checked the time on his phone to see how long Jimin had been annoying him so far. He called at god knows what time to meet up but Taehyung was having none if it and told him to go back to sleep. He had a whole week off, there was enough time to see each other and Monday was not one of those days.

"Cleaning? Ew, gross!" He scrunched his nose up, eyeing the white chocolate bar. "I'll let Jin do it- or you when you come over."

"That's not- that's not how it works."

Taehyung shrugged. "Whatever, I have to go. Catch up on some series and stuff. Talk to you later?"

There was an audible sigh on the other end, showing just how much Jimin disagreed with his best friends lifestyle but it's not like he could do anything about it, it's always been like this. So instead of complaining more he gave up and they bid their goodbyes before Taehyung put his phone down to get a drink from the kitchen.

He hauled his body up from the soft cushions, eyes heavy as he made his way through various clothing articles and stumbled over a can of beer he didn't even remember drinking.

"I need to get dressed." Taehyung observed grumpy as he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror on the wall, the long red shirt that was at least 3 sizes too big barely covering his thighs and only boxers keeping his private parts in place. His tufty, chestnut coloured hair stuck out in every direction and could be mixed up with a birds nest, really.

At least he brushed his teeth, so that was something.

"God, I so need to clean up this week. Mum's gonna kill me." Taehyung made a noise of annoyance when he walked into the kitchen, the empty cupboards reminding him how desperately he had to go grocery shopping and his frown only deepened the longer he stared at the empty milk cartons on the side.

But come on, no one ever told him living alone would be so difficult! Back then his mum would be the one in charge and it took Taehyung a long time (and a lot of pink shirts that used to be white) to figure out how to use the washing machine correctly. And it took him even longer to deal with folding clothes or buy the correct utensils or cleaning products for the bathroom.

Taehyung hated cleaning but he'd have to do it now that he lived by himself.

He opened one of the drawers and got out a glass (almost dropped it) then filled it up with water and gulped it down, gaze wandering over the sides, the fridge, the dishes. He had a whole week time to sort his mess out but somehow only the thought of that caused him to roll his eyes into oblivion.

But it had to be done, if he liked it or not.

For the next half an hour or so Taehyung made it his priority to declutter his home, especially the living room. He put on his favorite playlist, opened all windows and shivered as the fresh spring air blew through his thin clothes. Still no reason to get dressed, though. He'd warm up once he got started on cleaning anyways.