nichole1011
Taehyung is in love.
Scratch that.
Taehyung WAS in love.
Until Hoseok broke up with him ("you're too clingy") and stole his fish.
His precious Sunset.
Taehyung is just trying to get over the heartbreak, so he buys another fish.
With the help of his new fish, he meets Jeon Jungkook. The boy who shows him that he can love again.
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"You want to get a fish?"
"Yeah. A cute little betta fish."
"Where are you going to put it? This studio is already too small!"
"Think outside the box, Hobi!"
"I was thinking inside the box, but sure. Do whatever you want. You know I can't say no to you."
It was Taehyung's fish. He picked out his tank, the colors of the rocks, the plants, the gorgeous red and pink fish, and he named it.
"Sunset?"
"Yeah! It's cute!"
"You're cute," Hobi says as he snuggles into the bed.
Five months later when Hobi moves out, 'I can't do this anymore, you're too clingy,' he takes Sunset with him. He waits until Taehyung is at work and then steals his fish.
Jimin and Namjoon are there for him, rubbing his back and cuddling him in the tiny studio apartment. They remind him that just because Hobi left (and stole Sunset), doesn't mean life is over.
Two months later, he's moving into a new apartment. Another studio, but less than half the size of the previous one. It's basically an overgrown closet, but it fits everything Taehyung owns. It's only three blocks from his work, and five blocks from Jimin and Namjoon's place.
The first night alone is the hardest. He spends the night crying into his pillow, wishing for something more. Maybe if he had Sunset, he wouldn't be so torn up. Maybe if he hadn't seen Hobi, three days before, making out with the most handsome man Taehyung had ever seen, he wouldn't be so fucking sad.
The days turn into weeks. He's sad all the time, never leaves his apartment unless he has to work, and avoids his friends.
Two months and a week after moving in, Taehyung finds cash in the elevator at his apartment complex. He should turn it in, he knows this. But it's just enough money for another fish tank, another fish. A friend.
So far his only friend was whoever was moaning on the other side of his bedroom wall, and he can't really count that as his friend. More like "the moans that help him get off," because he's turned into some pathetic creep.
So instead, he twists around and heads straight to the pet store. He buys a pretty blue/purple betta this time, with light blue rocks and some green plants. He can only afford a small bowl after it's all said and done, but he's excited.
He's attempting to unlock the door to his apartment when the next door over opens. He's been careful to never meet any of his neighbors. He hates that awkward first meeting and the awkward five or six "what was your name again" questions that follow over the next few months.
He glances over with a timid smile, only to be greeted by abs. And thighs. Black hair. Abs. Thighs. Holy fuck. That smile.
God, this man needs to put a shirt on.
The man starts laughing, walks forward and grabs the bag with his new fish. Sunrise? No, that's weird. Leather? Why would he even want to name his fish Leather? Bunny? Wait, why is he even thinking about this right now?
