i think you're pretty....

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10 TAEHYUNGHe woke up to his alarm and quickly shut it off with a racing heart. His dad would be mad, knowing that he was going out with a friend. That he was having fun, nevertheless. But he grinned as he pulled on a black tank top, blue shorts and a grey hoodie over it. He grabbed his bag with a water bottle, phone charger, wallet and snacks in it before leaving out the front door.He'd forgotten all about bunny at this point. Or the fact that his arms were wrapped in bandages, and his back in bruises.

He knocked on Yoongi's door eagerly

Yoongi opened the door, his hair was messy, and he wasn't wearing a shirt, just some pajama pants.

Tae was taken aback, he didn't realize how ripped Yoongi really was, but muscles burst across his skin.

"You're...early." Yoongi turned back to his apartment. Taehyung followed, setting his bag down. 

"You seem very excited Tae Tae."

Taehyung nodded with a big smile. He sat on a barstool to Yoongi's kitchen.

Yoongi's eyes faltered on Taehyung's legs, lean and pale. He resisted his urges and walked into the kitchen, feeling groggy and tired.

"You want some coffee, tiger?"

Taehyung froze, looking at Yoongi with wide eyes. Yoongi looked over to see his answer and saw his terrified face.

"Uh...do you not like being called that? I'll stop. so, coffee?"

Taehyung nodded slowly. then he remembered bunny yesterday. He opened his phone and saw nothing from Bunny.

TIGER: please tell me if you're okay.

TIGER: can we meet tomorrow?

He set his phone down when Yoongi came back with two cups of coffee.

"So, do you want to dye our hair and then go? It may take a while."

Taehyung typed out on his phone: i want to be at the beach during sunset.

"Ah. Okay. let's dye our hair then kid." Yoongi stood with a smile. He saw Taehyung's face drop. "No kid either? I'll stick to Tae then."

Taehyung followed him to a bathroom down the hall. He dyed Tae's hair first, showing him how to do it. Yoongi said his mom was a hairdresser, so she's taught him how to do with stuff.

where are your parents?

"Ah, away at the moment. I live on my own." Yoongi explains.

why on your own?

"Well...you sure you want to hear that?"

Tae nods.

"My parents got divorced because my dad's a piece of shit that can't handle a job and my mom...isn't much better." Yoongi touched Tae's neck, making him flinch. "Sorry Tae."

Taehyung wanted to tell him something as well: my dad did this to my face.

"Oh." Yoongi's eyes widen at the words. "I'm sorry Tae. That's why I can't help you, huh? Well, if you ever need a place to stay my doors open cutie."

Tae blushed at the nickname. No one called him cute.

I'm sorry for your parents, how do you earn money?

"They'll send me money. Plus, I have two jobs. I mostly work at night though." Yoongi finished putting bleach in Taehyung's hair and steps back. "I make a living and it's decent."

Taehyung smiled. He wished he could have that. He should probably get a second job then too. He got up and Yoongi sat down, so Taehyung started on his hair.