Realistic BTS Imagines

Kim Taehyung #2 (Gucci, continuation)

Meanwhile, Taehyung was on his way to his own home, in his unnecessarily expensive car in his unnecessarily expensive neighborhood.  As he stepped inside the front door, he could see that all of the lights in the house were turned off.  Not unusual.  Normally, he would have gone through the effort to at least walk to his bedroom and collapse on his luxury mattress, but he couldn't have been bothered; instead, he crumpled onto the sofa located just a couple of feet away from the door.

"Ow, what the fuck-" a voice cried from beneath him.  Yoongi.  

"Oh, hey Yoongi," Taehyung greeted while wrapping his arms around the figure beneath him, cuddling it.  Yoongi probably thought Taehyung was under the influence, when, truthfully, he was merely in love.  

"Get off of me!" Yoongi grumbled while shoving him off.  He landed on the floor with a thud, but it didn't faze him.  There was a long silence between them before Yoongi resumed the conversation.  "So how'd the date go?  Did they actually stay the whole time?  I thought you two would get along, that's why I introduced you guys."  The way in which he spoke sounded as if he were bitter, but he cared sincerely.

"It went great," Taehyung chatted gleefully, "It was perfect."  Yoongi nodded, although that couldn't have been seen by Taehyung, due to the limited lighting in the room.  Yet, somehow, Taehyung could sense that he was nodding.  "Hey, Yoongi.  Can I ask you a question?"

"It better not be weird."

"What'd you do with my jacket?"

"Oh, funny story.  You see, I was gonna return it, I was gonna.  But, when I was walking around with that jacket in my hands, ready to return it, minding my own business, barbecue sauce on my titties, this guy came up to me.  Right?  Right.  And I was like, 'Foo, who you lookin' at like that?'  And this boi, this boi, he was like, 'I'm looking at you, son.  And that jacket.  I'll give you a thousand dollars for it.'  So, there we were, two men, talkin' about fashion, you know what I'm saying?  And I couldn't, like, pass up the offer.  So I tell him, 'Aight.'  Then he says that I just gotta drop it off at his place since he couldn't carry it at the moment.  So I did, since it was nearby.  Now it's gone," Yoongi explained in a way that was hard to decipher if he was joking or not.

"What?"

"I sold the jacket."

"What?!  I need it back, for my next date!  Get it back for me!" Taehyung pleaded, defeated.  "I wore my nicest outfit tonight, and I need something to woo y/n the next time we meet!"

"Well, damn.  That sucks."

"What do you mean 'that sucks'?!  I need it back!" Taehyung yelped desperately as he shot up into a sitting position.  His eyes adjusted to the darkness as he stared at Yoongi's motionless figure on the couch.

"Well, I'm not saying to go and steal it back from that guy," Yoongi trailed off, "But his address is on a sticky note on the counter over there.  It'd be a shame... if that got into the wrong hands."  The two of them sat, looking straight at each other, but unable to make eye contact due to the lack of light.  It was almost as if there was an unspoken agreement between the two.

"Ahh... okay... well... I'm just going to go to the 'convenience store' really quick, I'll be back soon,"  Taehyung informed as he stood up and grabbed his keys again.  He felt for his way to the kitchen counter and grabbed the only sticky note that he could detect on the surface, then left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

...

As he stood in the driveway of the mystery man's house, he contemplated if it was worth it.  He planned on leaving a thousand dollars for the guy, so that it would be fair for him.  Taehyung had on a spare black hoodie that he kept in his car for emergencies, and it should be trusted that this was an emergency!  Hopefully, he wouldn't get recognized if he was caught on a security camera. Yet, only God knew how tight of security the mystery man may have had on his house, and Taehyung just may have gotten a bullet through his head if the mystery man was crazy enough.  However, it was Gucci -- it was worth it. 

Therefore, Taehyung proceeded on, circling around the house.  What he was looking for was an easy entrance, so that he'd avoid setting off any alarms.  Perfect, a window slightly opened on the second floor!  What a wonderful opportunity.

He climbed on top of the trashcan and hoisted himself onto the partial roof, ready to enter the window.  Luckily, the owner wasn't careful enough to lock it, so it was a facile feat for Taehyung to push it open and quietly go through.  Just like Taehyung's own home, this one was engulfed in an almost eerie blackness.  He felt his way through what he assumed to be a bedroom, determined to find the coat.  Where would it be?  How would the coat have even gotten in the house?  Did the mystery man have a maid or a family member for Yoongi to give the clothing to earlier that day?

"Where's the Gucci?" he muttered mindlessly as he opened drawers carefully, rifling through the contents.  It would take all night at that rate, but he couldn't afford to turn any lights on.

"Yoongi, is that you?" a soft, almost scared voice from across the hall called.  Oh shit -- Taehyung had been detected.  Why was the person expecting Yoongi, though?

In as whiny of a voice he could muster, Taehyung answered, "Yeah."  Surprisingly, it actually sounded like Yoongi.  At least, it did in Taehyung's ears.

Without warning, the door flew open and the lights flickered on, and there you stood.  Flabbergasted, your jaw dropped at the sight in front of you.  Muddy shoeprints covered the floor, and all of the belongings were placed weirdly, as if they were all placed a couple inches from their usual home.

"What are you doing in my house?" you asked, demanding an immediate answer.

"This is probably bad timing, but, ahem, where's the Gucci...?"

"What are you talking about?" you said, stressed.  You grabbed your forehead and massaged your temples, ready to hear about the buffoonery.

"I know what you're thinking," Taehyung explained as his gaze turned towards your cute pajamas, "But Yoongi told me he sold my jacket to the guy who lives here, and I really need it."

"Why?"

Sheepishly, he admitted, "Well, for our next date."

"Taehyung, I really don't know how to tell you this... But you're a complete idiot and, knowing Yoongi, he just played a prank on you."

Embarrassed, Taehyung backed up to the other side of the room, where the window sat.  He climbed through and settled on the roof on the other side.  "Let's not mention this... ever again.  This shall stay between you and me..."