All Taehyung wanted was to have a peaceful massage, but all was lost when he heard moans and groans from the next room beside him.
"What the fuck?"
"Wanna join?"
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The black haired male grunt in pain while unlocking the brown wooden door to his apartment, kicking his dress shoes off his aching feet and slipping on his slippers, clocking his door behind him.
He wobbled to his sofa, dropping his bag and plastic of groceries to the floor and jumped unto the sofa, face first with a loud groan from his aching back.
"Ah shit," Kim Taehyung, a lovely young man muffled unto the soft sofa, "My body hurts like fuck."
It was indeed hurting like fuck, he has been working his ass off for the couple of months, never having a good rest. Maybe on his day offs, but it wasn't that much to call a rest.
And he hates how his body seemed to be aging and not active when he was in his teens.
"You gotta do the cooking by the book You know you can’t be lazy! Never use a messy recipe The cake will end up crazy If you do the cooking by the book, then you’ll have a BREAK IT DOWN BITCH-"
"What do you fucking want," Taehyung growled when answering the phone, the wonderful ringtone of his phone made the aching inside his head worsen.
"Bitch what did you say?" Kim Seokjin's sassy tone made Taehyung massage his temples, preparing for another homily from his dear hyung, "Bitch, did I raise you to be like that?"
"Hyung," Taehyung sighs, "Look, I'm sorry, but work has been shit and my body hurts like fuck. I didn't mean to say shit to you."
"You better be," Jin says and with his windshield laugh, Taehyung pulled his phone away from his ear, groaning, "BTW, I have something to tell you."
"You didn't just say BTW out loud, hyung, I swear-"
"Shut up, peasant," Jin retorted, Tarhyung imagining having a scowl while wearing a face mask and a fluffy pink headband, making his head ache unbearable, "Listen, I've got tea to spill."
"Hyung-"
"I met your ex-boyfriend this afternoon," Taehyung rolled his eyes.
"Look, hyung, I don't care-"
"Shut up and hear my tea, motherfucker," Taehyung gripped his hair and rubbing his face in utter frustration, "He looked good, asked me how are you and I said how you're still an obsessive work freak-"
"Workaholic, hyung," Taehyung corrected him, but he wish he didn't.
"Yo, did I stutter when I said that you need to keep quiet?"
"I'm sorry, hyung," Taehyung wanted to cry, his hyung is getting on his head ache and body ache and maybe dic- yeah you know what I mean, perverts, "Please continue."
"Anyways, he gave me a gift certificate to his spa, you've heard of it right?"
"Mochi Spa, yeah I have been there before, but didn't try it out," Taehyung shrugged while leaning back on his sofa, closing his eyes.
