I'm bulletproof {Taekook}

14} A little drunk maybe?

Author's note: Warning, this is a super long chapter. I've been waiting for a reply from my friend, but even till the end of this chapter she hasn't answered :( It's 1 am..

Taehyung knew he was good at connecting with people if he gave the effort. At home they didn't call him the social butterfly for nothing. At least that's what Jimin used to tease him about whenever he got people up his ass. He may be popular at times, but it didn't always mean that he liked being in center all the time. Receiving unwanted attention. 

Now that he was alone with Hwasa he felt oddly at peace, like he could be a part of himself that he didn't even show Jimin, his best friend. But best friend or not, it never meant that there were sides of him that Jimin knew of. For instance, Jimin did not know much about what he feels for his past. About his teenage years and around the time of the passing of his mother. Such vulnerable topics were something he never had sat down and talked properly to Jimin about. 

But meeting Hwasa, someone who felt more equal to him regarding feelings one would wish to not talk about- 
It felt different. 

Taehyung looked up to see her closing his closet. It was almost packed with clothes by now. 

"Are all of the clothes really brand new, or did you steal some from your ex?"

She looked at him, not really bothered by the mention of her ex anymore. 
"Let's call it borrowed instead. You never know. Perhaps he'll get it back someday. And even if he were to get some of them back, I can see that you've been stealing Jungkook's clothes for the time being. And that seems to work as well. You two are oddly nearly the same size and height to be just strangers."

Taehyung crossed his arms. 

"I can't say the same thing for you. You both really have almost no similarities to even be called half-siblings. I find no resemblance except for the colour of your hair."

Hwasa smirked, eyeing Taehyung's silver locks. 
"I know he do not look alike. We do not even share the same surname. I guess it's the thought that counts. I heard you had family of your own? Family that you weren't bound to by blood?" 

Taehyung looked away, reminded of his own group whom felt more like family than his father ever did. His mother was another topic. 

"Right. It's the thought that counts. I'd say the bond though but, I know what you mean."

She smiled. "Ok, get dressed in your own style now and head down. Jungkook is waiting for you." 

"Right."

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Jungkook looked to see Taehyung walking down the stairs. Like abother prom date waiting for his lady. Except that Taehyung was no lady, but a handsome piece of a man. 

Jungkook's eyes remained on him, a little fascinated over his choice of clothing. Even though it made sense for him to have this fashion sense. Because no matter how odd this outfit would have looked on anyone else, Taehyung suited this fit with ease. 

He was wearing a black turtleneck that framed his body, and beige loose pants. He almost looked like an artist meant to sit on the streets in Paris only to paint everyday. 

Jungkook almost smiled but bit the inside of his cheek. 

"Ready?" 

Taehyung nodded.