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sixteen.

i have to repeat myself so much BUT i got surgery on my arm so can't use my phone = typing on laptop = cba to press shift for capital letters + my writing is weird on laptop

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taehyung gritted his teeth in his sleep, rolling around on the bed which was restricting due to something holding him in place. his pretty features were scrunched up in discomfort and a thin layer of sweat began to coat his forehead. a dream full of tear worthy scenarios played in his mind causing small whimpers to leave him.

in dream

"why the fuck don't you know how to cook right?! i just wanted one day where i could relax but i need to do everything in this damn house!" his fathers voice echoed in a black void.

there should've been some furniture and his house, but his entire surroundings were just pitch black making the focus stay on just his dad.

"i'm sorry- what did i do wrong? do you want me to cook again?" taehyung spoke, but it was barely whisper and the man continued to throw invisible things around while screaming profanities.

"just shut the fuck up and leave like your mum did!" his father yelled as he picked up a salt shaker made of glass and directed right to taehyung's face.

reality.

taehyung jolted awake and immediately placed a hand on his forehead, breathing heavily until he realised it was just a dream. he slowly removed his hand where he swore he could see actual blood on it which made him panic. but then it disappeared.

it's probably because i just woke up and the dream continued. taehyung reassured himself before he turned to his left to continue sleeping. until he saw what was beside him.

"yo what the fuck?!" he screeched raising his hand and slamming it down on whatever was underneath the covers beside him that was also holding his waist.

"ow what the fuck?!" jeongguk cried out and immediately removed his arm from the younger and instead raised it to the pain shooting through his left cheek, "why the fuck have you done that?!"

"what are you doing here?!" the brunette fearfully crawled away from the latter.

"because you fucking wanted me to sleep with you after you almost got kidnapped!"

"oh...okay, thanks." the younger just awkwardly stared at jeongguk who began to let out a whine and toss around, revealing his unfinished tatted arm, "i forgot you had tattoos."

"eye dee gee ay eff, i don't give a fuck. let me sleep." his voice croaked beneath the blankets.

"did you get them because you're in a gang or did you get them because you wanted to be in a gang?"

"what? shut up taehyung, i'm not in a gang and i pray i never am now let me sleep." jeongguk could feel a headache forming already which he wasn't sure was from all the talking or being slapped awake.

luckily for him, the sound of their door being pounded against distracted taehyung. taehyung dragged his feet out of bed and down the freaking stairs until he was at the front door. the thing still didn't have a proper lock so he wondered why nobodies tried to break in yet.

with some hesitation he swung the door open and almost gasped at the person in front.

fuck, the landlord. what was his name again? it was something british- tom? connor? fuck knows i'm not even british.

"you alright son," the man cleared his throat while placing his hands on his hips that were barely visible due to his beer belly, "i see you've fixed up the house quite a bit- new windows? electricity? good job."