My Delinquent|tk

27| alright, let's go, you overgrown child

Taehyung—

The annoying ring of my alarm clock, caused me to grumbled, as I lifted an arm to smack it. "Go to hell stupid, annoying, motherfrickin', clock," I muttered. When my fingers still haven't managed to find the off button, I swept my arm across my nightstand, which resulted in a loud crash, as the plastic contraption fell the floor. Still beeping away.

"Ughhhh!" I groaned, frustrated. Sighing, I swung my legs over the side of my bed, and groggily knelt on the floor to give the off button a very angry smack, with the palm of my hand. "Fuck you, too," I mumbled. "Tae, don't cuss at inanimate objects," Jungkook chided, from his side of the room, a cup of coffee in hand. I gave the younger a large pout, and raised my arms, hands spread out.

Taking the hint, Jungkook placed his coffee down on his desk, and reached down to pull me up on my feet. "You're such a baby, I'm starting to question whether I left the real Taehyung somewhere else," the other remarked, as he patted my back, when I immediately slumped against him. "Shut up, you know how I am with mornings."

Jungkook laughed, which sounded more like a scoff, but I could just be hearing things. "Babe, it's almost noon, find another excuse." My heart skipped a beat at the term "babe," and I snuggled my face deeper into the younger's shoulder. Unfortunately, the action didn't pass by unnoticed by my boyfriend, since he pinched my ear, chuckling. "Wow, these are really red. Do you like it when I give you pet names?"

Face still hidden in Jungkook's shoulder, I shook my head. "No," I replied, voice muffled by fabric. I felt the other's hand stroke my hair, as he laughed. "You don't look convincing when you're using my shoulder as a way to hide how red your face is." I smack the younger's back, lightly, before pulling away. "Hey, please tell me that you got some coffee for me, as well," I begged, already feeling bags settle heavily below my eyes.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, but nudged his chin towards my desk, where an iced americano stood, in a beaming light of glory. Squealing happily, I pressed a short kiss on my boyfriend's cheek, before rushing for my caffeine fix. He shook his head, as he watched me sip happily, on the straw, "you really need to work on waking up earlier."

I casted a glare towards the younger, "I'll work on it later." A smile flickered on his lips, before he went, to go finish up the rest of his own coffee. "Hey, Tae, it's the weekend, what do you feel like doing?" Jungkook asked, as he leaned against the edge of his desk. I glanced out of dorm window, to see clear blue skies. "It's spring break, now...so I'm not sure. The weather seems very nice, though, so it'd be a waste if we didn't go outside."

The other male nodded, and shook his cup a little, so that the ice inside would clack against each other. I stared at his hair, noticing that the vibrant red, that it once was before, has started to fade, and black roots were starting to peek through. "How about we go dye your hair? It definitely needs a fix." Jungkook nodded, his hand, unconsciously, running through his locks. "You're right...but do you really just want to go on an errand with me?" I sipped on my coffee, and shrugged, lightly. "Don't worry about it. We can do something else, once we're done with your hair."

After a moment of considering, the younger eventually agreed, saying that he was getting tired of seeing how sad his hair is becoming.

With our plans decided, it took me ten minutes to get ready, before we left, the dorm, with the exception of me running around screaming "where's my phone?"

As we began walking down to the elevator, Jungkook pointed at my head, "you should also dye your hair again. Your roots have grown out pretty long now." I gasped, exaggeratedly, "oh no! We can't have people thinking that I'm not actually blonde!" Jungkook rolled his eyes, and lightly shoved me into the elevator compartment. "As if anyone would believe that you're blonde when you didn't dye your eyebrows."