pepsi&mentos / bseph

three

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taehyung wakes up at 5 in the morning to his phone blasting porn right under his pillow, and his alarm screeching ludicrous simultaneously--he smacks his alarm angrily and huffs before curling back up in his bed, ready to fall asleep again.

and, boy, he's about to sleep, his eyes drooping automatically and his body relaxing upon contact--but...the porn is still playing.

"oh fuck, mm, it feels so good."

taehyung grimaces at the sound--he hates overused lines.

"oh, yeah, fuck me."

and, as bad as that is, he could sleep through it--but this porn sounds off, and immensely disturbing.

taehyung groans in tire, slowly building up volume as he sits up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes and stretches at the same time--when he can see, he grunts to end his grumpy song and notices his morning wood with nonchalance and a shrug. he's too tired to care.

however, when he grabs his phone to inspect the video playing ever so loudly from it; he's wide awake.

it's gay.

not only is it gay, it's more than an hour long, it's blurry; the top is wearing clout goggles, the bottom looks like someone he knows, and the dialog is terrible.

but it makes his morning wood much, much more worse because it's sex how else is he supposed to feel?!

taehyung makes a face of disgust and indignantly closes the tab, plugging his phone up before getting out of bed and stomping off to the bathroom--he needed to shower ASAP or he was going to drink bleach and sue pornhub.

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as he showers, he finally remembers the reason for his alarm and lathers up quicker; showering in a flash before jumping out and getting ready.

he had to go to work today.

he dashes into his room and dries off before grabbing a shit ton of things off his counter--he starts with drenching his clothes in axe, then styles his hair nicely, then moisturizes his face before dabbing cologne on his neck and jumping into his ironed clothes, then dousing himself with a bunch of cologne again--see, his job was merely at the mall, but he liked picking up chicks and he always needed to stay fresh.

when he's ready to go, he grabs his car keys and gathers all he needs before popping a mint in his mouth and leaving his apartment.

when he gets in his car, he feels badass.

traffic kinda kills his vibe, but he's feeling badass nonetheless.

he feels badass even while he's working, and he gets numbers from 5 different girls, several times.

then he feels badass on break.

then even more badass when he's working again.

but then he feels like a piece of shit when he's clocking out.

a giant piece of shit.

because he can see somin and some girl, and they're kissing, and somin is wearing a hoodie matthew has the matching piece to--and she's smiling like she didn't break matthew's heart.

and then, because of his stupid, idiotic, gaping-fish-headass staring; she and her random girlfriend come over. start chatting him up, talking, sweet and kisses and rainbow unicorn piss.

then they leave.

just like that.

he decides not to tell matthew--in fact, he's too down to even talk to matthew--so he ends up going home by himself, and staying home by himself.

he ends up forgetting about his disturbing morning, and mopes about before falling asleep.

he'll text tomorrow.

but he won't tell his best bro.

a/n: this is a new chapter ! tYSM for reading