My Bias Wrecker

t w e n t y e i g h t

( I don't have any of Taes' blonde locks so pardon my existence.)

When the sun finally came to sight, and my restless body touched the lights of its rays, I hurriedly got up and fixed my self.

Yawning, I opened the door and I was surprised of who I saw. In front of the door was Taehyung. He was brushing his teeth with at least the same expression as mine.

I am shocked.

Like really.

I didn't expect Taehyung to be in front of our shared room, wearing a bathrobe, with his hair still damp and his face still bare.

But the only thing that made my eye sockets grew bigger is that Taehyung just passed at me right before I blink my eyes.

Suddenly I felt my body jerked up and grab the handle of the door and slid my self in. I was very nervous, like what just happened was a nerve wracking moment.

Taehyung ignored me.

He did that, and pretended I didn't appeared in front of him. He walked nonchalantly to the stairs, while I was there flustered and can't even make a word.

I sighed and just plopped myself in the bed. I guess I won't be having anything for breakfast and even lunch for today.

I frowned.

This has never happened before. Usually when I don't want to speak to Taehyung, I can just be myself, walk around the house and do everything I want. But maybe this time, is an exception.

I might have to wait for him to go to his work, if he's going. Cause if he's not, I'll starve till midnight.

I don't know, I can't seem to figure it out. I don't have the guts to walk around and bust my ass off the kitchen knowing that there's a fucking Taehyung existing and must be eating breakfast there.

Well, this leaves me with no choice.

I woke up with the noise of my stomach grumbling.

Oh, fuck it.

I am so hungry, Taehyung. Better not be in the house this time.

I tiredly walk towards the door and lazily hop to the kitchen. With my fingers crossed on my sides, hoping that Taehyung left the house and isn't back yet since it's already 4 in the afternoon.

Silently, I searched for food in the fridge, but fuck my life there's none. Taehyung must have just ordered something earlier since I saw  a box of meal in the living room.

Hell yeah. He didn't even clean the house after he ate those food all by himself. That fucker!

Luckily there were potato's that might help me with my problem. I just cut them making chips and plopped them in the frier. I paitiently waited for it to be cooked while thinking about bears eating gummy bears that I also want to eat when the door suddenly made a sound, signalling that the fucking Taehyung had arrived, and my chips aren't that cooked yet.

Out of nervousness I just searched for a bowl for my chips but there were nothing near me so I had to go search for the drawers.

And busted.

There, in my peripheral eye view, I saw Taehyung with his hands on his pocket, eyes darted towards mine with those furrowed brows.

I jolted up because of shock and hurriedly took my chips out the pan and killed the fire in the stove.

I gathered up every little energy that still left in me and walk towards the door of the kitchen knowing all well that Kim fucking Taehyung is standing there.