Loving Lylah

Chapter 11

Taehyung

I was ready with my phone when he woke up.

At first, he didn't notice anything. Jimin rolled right out of bed, still half asleep and walked into the bathroom.

I could hear the sink water running, he was probably washing his face at the moment. I moved towards the entrance of the bathroom, the door was opened and my camera was on record.

He took his toothbrush and squirted some toothpaste on it while yawning. He brought the brush up to his his mouth and started brushing. Not two seconds later, he spit it out.

"What the actual fuck?!! The fuck does..? What is this? Why does this shit taste like mustard?!" He sounded promptly outraged.

I kept quiet, making sure he didn't notice me. My hand holding the phone shook as I fisted the other against my mouth, trying to stifle my laughter.

I watched again, as he spit out a few times before using some mouthwash. I don't think mouthwash was gonna get rid of his horrid mustard breath this morning. He groaned, already annoyed before taking his deodorant stick and using it on his armpits.

This time, I actually let out a quiet chuckle.

"Oh my... what is happening this morning?!" He yelled towards the ceiling in frustration. He yelled. "Tae! Care to explain what the fuck is happening to me today? I swear ima kill you!"

I stepped into the large, white bathroom, pretending that I hadn't been there all along. I held my phone a bit lower, out of his eyesight.

"What's up man? Having a bad morning?" I smirked at him, standing there in his boxers, glaring at me. 

"Why is my toothpaste mustard and I don't even know what the fuck this is..?!" He looked toward the offensive object, as he sniffed his armpits, with a grimace.

I couldn't help it. I laughed.

"Oh man! Your face! And the smell!" I chortled at my disgruntled best friend.

Sobering up, "That, I believe is cream cheese, my dear friend." I said. Hearing this, he glowered at me even more. "You have ten seconds to explain." He growled at me.

"It was Lylah." I blurted out. The whole thing was hilarious but I didn't want his wrath to be unleashed on me. "She made me help her. I swear it wasn't my idea." Okay, mayyybe that was a teeny tiny lie. She didn't initially think of the mustard breath one, I might have told her. I might have not.

Immediately, his glare softened and an almost impressed look graced his face. Then, he gave an almost there, small smile before snapping out of it and glaring at me again.

Before he could say anything I quipped. "You might wanna take a shower. You wanna smell like cream cheese all day?"

Grunting at me, he shoved me out of the bathroom before shutting the door. In a few minutes, I heard the shower running. Now starts the real fun. I snickered internally.

Sending the video I had taken, to Lylah's number, I got dressed and prepared the next part of the prank.

A few minutes later, I heard a distinct yell from the bathroom. Another few seconds later, Jimin slammed open the bathroom door, stomping out with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was lathered in shampoo, foam covering his head. The look on his face was everything. His jaw was clenched and face completely flushed, eyes wide and nose flared, the anger was rolling off of him in waves. He held up a bar of blue soap in one hand and the other hand was planted firmly on his hip. He kind of looked like my mom when she got angry at me for not cleaning up after eating.