gucci boy // taehyung ✔️

ten

a/n

the outfit yoongi is wearing in the pic is something like what he's wearing in this chapter.

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Why do you always do this when you meet famous people? You chided yourself mentally. First, in front of Taehyung, and now, Yoongi?

Regaining your composure, you slip the brownie onto Taehyung's plate and bow your head slightly to acknowledge Yoongi.

"This is Yoongi, you probably know him already, seeing that you threatened to let him take over my position as your bias," Taehyung broke the ice. You laughed.

"I still plan on doing that, you bingsu thief," you retort.

"Am I your bias wrecker?" Yoong pipes in. You did not imagine yourself discussing such things with any of the BTS members.

"More of a second bias, but yeah, you could say that too."

"You've got competition now, Tae!" Yoongi laughed, taking Taehyung's brownie and biting into it.

"Yah! First of all, that's my brownie, and secondly, Y/N's dad already entrusted her to me," Taehyung argued. You were surprised at his defensiveness - but also very flattered.

"May the best bias win," shrugged Yoongi, sipping on his drink.

"Oh, wow! Would you look at the time, hyung. Y/N and I have to go, she needs to walk her cat. See you soon, hyung!" with that, Taehyung grabs your wrist and leads you away from the buffet area, and Yoongi.

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"Thanks for the invite, Sir and Ma'am. We'll be leaving now," Taehyung bowed to your parents, who were sitting at a table with some guests of honour.

"So soon? But that's fine, we can always go for a meal sometime," your mom smiled at the two of you. "Get home safe and sober, please. Taehyung needs to protect his image, and I'm too young for grandchildren."

"Mom!" you yelled, face flushing beet red. "Are you crazy?" Your mom and dad laugh, causing you to lead Taehyung out of the building in embarrassment.

"I can't believe my mom said that," you exclaim, clambering into the cab after Taehyung. "So embarrassing!"

"But they're really cool parents though, they're really nice people," Taehyung remarks.

"I guess." You reply. "Ahh, I really want to go home and sleep."

"Can I come with?" Taehyung asks, pushing out his lower lip into a cute pout.

"No, go to your dorm and stay with your hyungs."

"But they locked me out," Taehyung whined. "Yoongi made them."

You hold back your laughter. "W-Why!" You burst out.

"It was because of just now," Taehyung whined again.

Folding your arms, you relented. "Fine."

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"Your house is messy," Taehyung voices out as you step into your house.

"Sorry, I'm not as free as you, who can still prance around, trying on clothes for five hours and stealing people's bingsu."

"We can clean up tomorrow, if you want."

"Sure. The bathroom's that way, just down the hall. If you need a change of clothes, I'll put them in the spare room for you," you tell Taehyung and go to your wardrobe to take out the spare clothes.

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You step into the shower in your bedroom and lock the toilet door. Leaning against the wall, you try to process the fact that Taehyung, your ultimate bias, was in your house. In your house.

Slapping your cheeks multiple times, you get on with your shower and dry off.

Pulling the oversized jumper over your head, you hear a click coming from outside - in your bedroom. Someone was in your room.

Hastily wearing your pyjama shorts, you swing the door open, only to find Taehyung sitting innocently on your bed.

"Who said you could come in?" you take in his appearance - damp hair and an oversized shirt and sweatpants you bought at the mens' section.

"Sorry, the door was ajar. And I heard some singing, so I was curious."

You smack your own forehead. You regretted singing (out of tune) into the showerhead just now.

"Okay, goodnight, then," you say, rubbing your arm as the awkwardness lingered in the room.

"The guest room is kind of sad. It feels so empty-"

"Goodnight," you say to him in a sing-song voice, half pushing him out of your room.

"Can you please sleep beside me in the room? I hate being lonely," Taehyung says, giving you that pout and puppy eyes. You tried to resist.

"Fine! Now move!"

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He bounced onto the bed, flung the duvet over himself and fell asleep after you lay down beside him.

Realising that he was sleeping, you tried to get up, only to find two arms snake around around you.

Resisting the urge to punch him, you make use of your legs to grab the bolster at the foot of the bed, and strategically slip the bolster into your previous position as you scuttled quietly out of the room.

Once you were in the safety of your room, you switched the lights off and returned to your true love - your own bed.

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"Wake up, you rock. No wonder you like Yoongi, you're also a lazy rock." A deep voice rings in your ears.

Your eyes snap open, remembering that Taehyung was in your house.

"Taehyung, what are you doing in my room-" you check your phone, "-at this hour? It's too early, go back to bed."

"Seriously, Y/N, it's 10 am," he deadpans.

"IT'S TOO EARLY," you yell. "Two more hours."

"No, get up!"

"Get out of my room, for the last time."

"I'll get out if you get up."

"Get out first."

"Look, Y/N. If you don't get up, I'm going to tell your mom that she's going to be a grandma."

"My dad will beat you up."

"Okay, 2 more hours," Taehyung is out of your room in a flash, shutting the door behind him.

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a/n

hi i hope you enjoyed this chapter! it's really more of a filler but i've planned some drama for future chapters, so stay tuned!!!