Staegma ✧ taejin

05

"When will you stop being so embarrassing? You're so loud. That Jeongguk kid next door can hear us." Yoongi asked as Seokjin stepped out of his own room. "And let me the fuck be."

"We're the only ones in this place, Yoongi, not unless there's a spy here or whatever."

"Hopefully there's none."

Seokjin peered over Yoongi's shoulder to read the song lyrics he was writing. He could barely understand what was written thanks to Yoongi's handwriting. "What's that song about?"

"I don't even know what it's about."

"You'll figure it out." Seokjin patted his shoulder. "I'll see you in the afternoon tomorrow. Or if I see you in the cafe."

Yoongi greeted him a good night.

-

"Take care, everyone," Seokjin told his workmates, who greeted back in return. He was the last one again, so he did his usual duties meticulously, and went straight to their apartment through the back door. Yoongi was locked up inside his own studio all day.

"Aren't you tired?" Yoongi asked, walking out of his studio-slash-bedroom, as he stood next to Seokjin by the refridgerator to get himself something to drink. "You're working the whole day and you're smiling."

"Can't I just be excited to see my boyfriend?"

"This is only the — what day is it — the third day?"

"I'm not exhausted, Yoongi. If anything, you're the one who's exhausted."

Yoongi rolled his eyes at his apartment-mate, who only smirked.

Okay, Seokjin was definitely exhausted, but not exhausted to the point that he would stop interacting with his virtual boyfriend. He was having loads of fun playing with Taehyung's virtual emotions.

It's morally wrong, though, if he played with a human's feelings in real life. But Taehyung is not a human. He kept that thought at the back of his mind.

He wore the VR glasses and the wristbands connected to the controller handles on his wrists, and began the game. He was back at Taehyung's again after a while.

Welcome back, Jin.

"Yeah. Hey." He noticed that the coloring materials and the sketchpad were gone. "You seemed to be prepared."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow and pouted momentarily. Of course.

Seokjin slightly moved closer and pushed Taehyung to face sideways. He virtually ran a hand through the non-human's mullet.

Do you like my mullet?

Seokjin didn't answer.

It was quite silent for a while (it has always been), but the subtitles vanished and Taehyung was only staring straight ahead.

Seokjin pulled Taehyung's hair down.

Ah!

He naturally bent backwards as a result of Seokjin's pulling, and his face had an expression of hurt and frustration.