gucci boy // taehyung ✔️

eleven

a/n

hope y'all like this chapter!

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"It's been two hours," sang a voice from your door.

You sit up groggily, recalling what happened two hours ago. Right, you threatened to stuff Taehyung into a cupboard.

You head to your bathroom to wash up, then head outside so you can prepare breakfast. To your surprise, Taehyung was already at the counter / dining table at your kitchen, eating buttered bread rolls with jam.

"You made breakfast?" You ask. "T-Thanks." You suddenly feel a pang of shame and embarrassment. You nearly locked him in a cupboard, only for him to wake up and make breakfast for the both of you.

"Yeah. You just ran out of fresh milk, but I did find some banana milk in your cabinet," he says, taking a bite out of the bread roll.

You sit down beside him. "Why bread rolls? People normally make pancakes or French toast."

He rubs his neck shyly. "I don't know how to make those." You chuckle.

"I'll teach you later - we can eat that for lunch. After this, let's go grocery shopping. Then we can clean the house."

"Sure," he smiles.

"Didn't you make these in BTS Run, episode 20?"

"Yeah! I'm surprised that you remember," Taehyung grins, and you notice some jam on his upper lip.

"Are you forgetting that I'm also a hardcore Army? I don't mean hard stan, but a hardcore Army." You take a tissue and wipe his jam-coated lips, not noticing the tinge of red that's tinting his cheeks.

"No, of course not," Taehyung says.

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"Let's take a cab to the mall nearby, so we can get groceries. It's usually empty, no one really goes there. But you can bring your mask in case," you're now changed, just waiting for Taehyung, so you could leave the house.

When he finally comes out of the room, you grab your purse, phone and the two of you leave the house.

Taehyung is wearing your pink baseball cap from your parents' clothing brand, and a disposable face mask you found in your medical cupboard for him.

You already called a cab, so there's one waiting for the both of you at the entrance of your apartment complex. The both of you get in and tell the driver where you want to go.

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"No, put that back!" Taehyung's smile drops, and shuffles sadly to the shelf to put the fruity pebbles back. This always happened - you spend 90% of your money on food, and you had a feeling that your new credit card would be used for mostly food.

"Hang on, you can take it. I'm craving fruity pebbles too." Taehyung eagerly grabs the box and puts it in the trolley. The two of you have been at the supermarket for the past hour - all the groceries you needed were already in the trolley. Right now, the two of your were just in the snack isle, where Taehyung would stop you every two steps to ask for a particular snack. Like the fruity pebbles. "I'm going to go broke spending all my money on food," you sigh, as Taehyung picks up a pack of microwavable popcorn. 

"Let's get this, we can eat this while watching a movie."

You scoff. "Says who? Aren't you going back to your dorm?"

"Another time, then. You can keep this at home first. Besides, don't you enjoy my presence in your home?" he shoots you a smirk.

"Nah, I prefer some peace, quiet, and sleeping in my own bed."

The two of you then proceed to the cashier, pay for the groceries and go back home.

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"It's burning, it's burning!" Taehyung panics, shoving the frying pan into your hands. 

"Use the spatula, idiot!" you laugh, flipping the pancake over with ease. 

"Don't call me that, I'm a newbie. I don't usually cook, it's either Jin or Yoongi hyung who does. Either that or we eat out," Taehyung pouts and starts playing with the flour. 

You smile. As you put the oddly shaped pancake onto a plate, you feel a swipe on your right cheek, and look up in surprise - only for Taehyung to swipe some flour on your nose. 

"Hey! What's that for!" you hiss, putting the frying pan down. "Get your ass here!" You dip your fingers into the bowl of flour, and chase after him. Taehyung is quick, and jumps swiftly over the kitchen counter, and into the living room. 

"You can't catch me, brownie monster!"

"When I do, you're dead! Say bye to your Gucci shoes!" you yell, running toward his shoes.

"nO NOT MY BABIES!"

As he runs towards his shoes to protect them, you rub your fingers onto his face, smearing it with  flour. His face is chalky white, with bits of flour scattered on his hair and shirt.

"Behold, the flour man!" you guffaw, clutching your stomach. Taehyung's appearance, combined with his facial expression, looked so funny.

"You're so dead, Y/N!" He runs for the bowl of flour, and before you knew it, you were covered in flour. 

"If you want to mess with me, go ahead!" You grab at the pile of flour sitting on your head and hurl it at Taehyung. 

A small pancake making session turned into a full-fledged flour-fight. 

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The two of you took three hours to clean up the whole house, including the flour. 

Exhausted, you both decided to take showers, then go out for dinner, where Taehyung would (finally) return to his dorm, since Jungkook agreed to let him in.

"Let's eat at the mall," you say. "They have fried chicken there, which I'm really craving."

"SAME, I'm sick of pancakes now."

So you head to the mall's fried chicken place. 

While waiting for your order, you spot a familiar face - your old friend from high school. The two of you were really close, but have drifted apart a little ever since you graduated. 

Grinning, you walk over to her.

"Hey! Tanya!" you greet.

"Oh my gosh! I haven't seen you in forever. We really need to meet up soon, with Sheryl too!" 

"Yeah!"

"How's your job at Gucci?"

"Wait, how did you know?" 

"Well, I used to work there." So she was the Tanya who never showed up for work?

"Oh! I see!"

Just then, you see Taehyung walking toward your table with your orders. Spotting you, he walks over to you. Then he sees Tanya.

You see his eyes darken as he looks at her - he looked scary, even though most of his face was hidden behind his face.

"What are you doing here?" he growls.

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a/n

THE DRAMA BEGINS