Rain, Rain

Coats and Boots

Rain, rain, go away. Little children want to play.

Y/N's POV

I woke up to the soft sounds of rain hitting the windows, and the deathly sheen of daylight over my face. I didn't have classes for the next two days, so at least I didn't have to worry about what time it was. Opening my eyes and taking a minute to adjust, this wasn't my home. The structure of it looked close. A bit nicer, but it wasn't my home. To the side and out the door, I could see a lump of blankets, an arm, and a fluffy mess of brown hair. Putting two and two together, I could figure what happened. I always got a little out of it when I was tired. At least he had enough class to sleep on the couch. Standing up and getting out of the bed, I shuffled towards Taehyung, my hand reaching out to fluff his hair. "Taehyungie." I spoke up. A somewhat unressponsive Tae replied with something not to out of the ordinary I knew of.
"That's what you called me last night. N-not in a perverted way. I didn't take advantage of you. You would probably know if I did. I mean, like...in the terms of me trying to get you to your apartment and you not being any sort of helpful." He babbled on, sitting up from his position to reveal, to my surprise, the lack of a shirt. Though I tried to train my eyes on the lamp in the corner, they found their way back to the tan skin. "Ah, well...at least I've got pants on." Tae seemed to notice, giving a cheeky grin even at this hour of the morning. Then standing up, his gray sweatpants were hanging slightly low, the waistband of his boxers peeking out. This time, I forced myself to look at his face, and not that stupid body of his.
Tae stretched his arms out and leaned to the end table, grabbing circular-rimmed glasses and sliding them onto his face. "Ah, your face really looks better in detail. I don't wear these out in public. People called me Harry Potter when I was younger and I wanted nothing more than to punch J.K. Rowling in the stomach for making those classes be more of a trademark than his scar." He whined softly. But really, everything went together so well. That face. That stupid face had me at the crossroads of speaking up and shutting up just to stare at him.
"I don't have classes today. Wanna maybe go and get some bubble tea? Or we can have a movie marathon. This rain's been on nonstop. I don't want to risk you getting a cold, Y/N." Tae hummed once more to me. I nodded and gave a tiny smile. Why I didn't question much, or feel like being by myself, I didn't know. I just wanted to be around him. Kim Taehyung is a magnet. So after taking my bag back to my apartment and quickly showering, getting dressed in comfier clothes, all the regular stuff, I made my way back to apartment 2C. Knocking on the door, the Taehyung on the other side was still stunning. It wasn't that he bothered to put an actual outfit on. He had just showered and stuck the same sweatpants on. The boxers were now a light blue instead of black. Noted. His hair, dark from the rain, was down in his eyes. This was different from the snapback I had seen him in yestrday, and it was all so flawless, for the lack of a better word.
As for me? I wore a baggy t-shirt and some athletic shorts. If you asked for clothes from me, the only ones you would get would be baggy. My hair was nothing special. It was still wet from my shower, but so was Taehyung's. That made us even. He welcomed me in and we sat on his couch, a stack of movies going through our hands for observation. In the end, it was narrowed down to Back To The Future-all three parts-, a handful of old Disney movies, and the Twilight saga...just for laughs. As I had learned, don't question Taehyung or anything about him. Even why he owned every version of every Twilight movie there was. After eliminating Twilight, we decided on Back To The Future. Taehyung had this way of ust making me agree to him. Though I wanted Disney, we got Back To The Future. Why? Because Kim Taehyung is like a magnet.