❝fuck expectations.❞ | taekook

❝forty-sixth fucking scoop.❞

(a/n) those people who are thirsty for smut, hold on a little longer. and dont think i wont write it, bc trust me I fckin will m8. (it comes l8r)

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Morning

The sound of crackling bacon could be heard, the smell of bacon and egg in Jeongguk's nostrils was strong enough to awaken him.

His tired eyes peel open to see a white ceiling. But that was weird. He could've sworn his bedroom ceiling was a dark grey.

The pain in his forehead was unbearable, he has never drank that much in one night. But he could only remember talking about his horrible ass day to Taehyung. That was all he could remember. Nothing else.

Jeongguk groans in pain, squinting at the harsh light that shone onto his eyes. He looks around at his surroundings. This was definitely not his house, but he was too hungover to even panic or react.

He puts his hands down to feel the soft fabric on his hands, he looks down and there was a blanket draped over his lower half. The only thing that seemed familiar was the shirt he was wearing from yesterday.

Jeongguk attempts to sit up, realising that he was lying on a couch, not a bed. Band posters were scattered around the small room, and then it hit him. This room looked so familiar.

This was Taehyung's apartment.

Since it was Taehyung's apartment, Jeongguk looks around for Taehyung. That was when he suddenly hears low humming coming from across the room, his eyes travel over to the soothing symphony, to see Taehyung in the brightness of the sun, poking at bacon on the cooking pan, standing in the kitchen across the room.

He was completely shirtless, with a baby pink apron tied in a bow around his smooth, matte waist. But he wasn't naked, he wore loose pajama pants around his waist, humming a song while the bacon crackled in the pan.

Jeongguk raising one brow in confusion. What am I doing here?

"Hyung?" Jeongguk questions with a raspy voice from all the alcohol he consumed the night before.

Taehyung whips his head to the side seeing one awake Gukie, "Gukie! You're awake!" Taehyung cheers, switching off the stove and walking over to Gukie.

"Yeah, I am. But what am I doing here?" Jeongguk questions, now fully sitting up, his back against the couch.

"Well, I don't know if you remember, but, we got drunk out of our minds last night." Taehyung starts. How is it, everytime Taehyung gets drunk he wakes up without even a speck of pain or sickness, in fact, he looked happier. Why was he so good at beating a hangover?

Jeongguk nods, since that was the only thing he really remembered from last night.

"--And then you passed out in the restaurant. So I had to carry you into the car and take you home. But once I got there, the fucking front door was locked, how was I supposed to explain to your mum, why you were unconscious in my arms at 4 o'clock in the morning? I was also drunk too, might I add. I had to call a cab." Taehyung explains.

"Fair enough..." Jeongguk replies, that was until he realised what time it actually was and that he was late for school.

"Oh my god! What time is it? I'm going to be late for school!" Jeongguk panics, searching around desperately for a clock or a watch.

"Calm your ass down Gukie. I'll drop you off later. Let's have our breakfast now. I finally bought some food while you slept on the couch." Taehyung smiles, standing up and walking back to the kitchen.