Kim Taehyung makes a hobby of observing the rich.
The rich being primarily Jeon Jungkook and his marvelous girlfriend, Julia.
The rich sometimes get bored and ironically, the poor pay for it.
The poor being Kim Taehyung.
Alternatively, Jungkook and...
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'stop looking at me like that hyung'
Happy reading!
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Ji-woo announces her entrance with a door slam that Taehyung, doing some poor attempt of seasoning - as he refers to putting on an overly generous amount of salt -- their dinner, a dubiously cooked omelet, fails to hear with headphones in his ears, humming to a tune. So, he is only made aware of her presence when she takes the liberty to hit him over the back with their little brother's school bag.
He shrieks and spins at the attack, ready to reciprocate with both the particularly heavy salt shaker he had stolen - or, well, borrowedas he insists - from his workplace and the spatula he used to poke at the eggs which he kept to utilize as a microphone in the case he decided to be expressive with his nightly performance.
"What the--?" his eyes widen as he processes the sight of his older sister's enlarged nostrils and narrowed gaze. His mind immediately rummages for what mistake of his could have brought upon her current rage, but he comes up blank.
She does not leave him wondering for long, though, as in a moment, she is yelling, "Did you forget to pick up Woowoo from kindergarten?"
Her brows lift up at his slightly gaping mouth. "Woojin? Our baby brother, Taehyung?"
"I know who Woowoo is, noona," Taehyung counters dumbly.
"Well, do you know why he was left waiting for 2 hours outsideuntil his teacher called me and asked me what the fuck was going on?" she closes up on him a little as he speaks, and he feels himself retract towards the stove, backing down and nervously glancing at the stance with which she holds herself and the strap of their brother's bag, so easy to swing. "Hm, Tae. What the fuck went on?"
"I-" Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He forgot. He had finished up his shift and just gone straight home, really desperate to take a shower and clear his head a little, as his thoughts had seriously deterred in certain directions he wanted to avoid and saw no true point in indulging. "I forgot," he confesses, voice thin.
"You,what?" Ji-woo shrieks, pitched, takes a step forward and Taehyung almost recoils, almost feels the bag colliding with his body. "I told you two days ago that rent is coming up and I'll be cleaning at the Jungs house warming party with the agency to earn something extra as well as agreeing to do weeklies for an additional family and all youhad to do was remember to pick up our brother up and you forgot?"
Shit, shit, shit. He takes a step forward, arms opening. "Ji, I'm so- "
She interrupts him with a finger in the air, a loud, brisk suck of air through her nose as she resorts to something more torturous than her screaming - her reasonable, deflated disappointment. "Do not apologize to me, Taehyung. He's our brother. And he was waiting for two hours."
