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The next day Taehyung is woken up from his nap by Miyoung knocking on his door by the time dinnertime comes around, his sister walking inside before he manages to wake himself up enough to ask her to come in.

His phone is still squished against his ear, but the call is over now—he had called his boyfriend last night—Seungjin, who probably hung up when he realized Taehyung had fallen asleep.

Taehyung had to call him because, he almosy forgot he had a boyfriend in the midst of all the stress he's been letting on plus it was not fair for seungjin, who's been nothing but such an understanding lover.

He understood how busy Taehyung has to be, he understood how and why he's been not able to provide him the attention he deserved.

And he knew Taehyung was hungover, and the truth is that Taehyung can barely survive hangovers without a nap.

It was bound to happen at some point.

Seungjin, of course, is more than aware of that.

“What happened?” Taehyung asks as he sits up on the bed, still sleepy and disoriented. He finds himself a little lost for a few moments, not knowing what time it is.

“It’s time for dinner,” Miyoung tells him, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to him. “I didn’t know you were asleep. I haven’t seen you all day.”

“I had a terrible hangover. Had to sleep it off,” Taehyung explains, moving and hanging his legs off the edge of the bed as well. “Tell mom I’ll be down in a minute. Gonna splash my face with
some water to wake myself up a little.”

“Will do,” Miyoung says, starting to walk towards the door. She’s already leaving when she stops in her tracks, turns around and announces, “Jeongguk is staying for dinner, by the way.”

Miyoung leaves right after that, not staying for long enough to see Taehyung’s face contort in horror at the news.

Jeongguk. Staying for dinner. With them. While Taehyung is grouchy from a nap and recovering from a hangover. Well, that sounds like fucking hell.

Taehyung hopes to god he doesn’t bring up the shirt incident again—his dad didn’t question how when Taehyung explained he had accidentally spilled coffee on Jeongguk so he had to go change, but he doesn’t want him to
know the whole truth.

What he doesn’t know can’t hurt Taehyung.

With a sigh, he leaves his bedroom and gets himself moving to the bathroom, knowing that no one in his family likes to wait too long.

He splashes his face with water, fixes his hair a little in order to look more awake, and starts trotting down the stairs. He can do this. It’s the first time he’s going to have a proper meal with Jeongguk since he’s been back, but Jeongguk is around all the time, anyway.

What does it matter if they haven’t properly sat down for a meal yet? He can’t be more insufferable than he usually is.

If anything, he’ll be busy eating, so it’s probably easier to deal with him like that.

Much to his dismay, Jeongguk takes Miyoung’s usual spot at the table, right across from him.

His little sister is sitting to his left now, and so every time he lifts his eyes from his food, he finds Jeongguk’s stupid face staring right back of him.

Sometimes, his expression is almost mocking, which makes Taehyung hold his cutlery with more force than necessary as he thinks about how damn irritating Jeongguk is.

It’s still dinner with his family, so even if they have an intruder, Taehyung figures he’s still allowed to talk about whatever the hell he wants to.