HE'S THE ONE

Chapter Four

"tae! are you ready yet?!" a voice calls out the cheerleader from downstairs.

it scared him a bit because he was still putting on his makeup for christ's sake! "yeah, mark! i'll be down in a bit." he shouts back.

more like fifteen minutes, taehyung.

applying some lipgloss to his plump lips, he stares into the mirror deeply, picking out his flaws ... it was just a routine at this point, even with taehyung's thick-skinned nature, he was insecure about himself.

he looks into the full-length mirror and sighs in content. his outfit wasn't anything special. his petite body was adorned with a fitting black bandeau top, tight-fitting ripped jean shorts, and a thin black belt.

putting on some simple black and white vans, he grabs his phone and scurries out of his room, down the hallway, and walks down the stairs, to be greeted by an impatient mark who was pacing back and forth in the living room.

the latter looks up once he heard the clicking of heels hit the surface of the wooden stairs, "damn bitch, who are you stunting on? the freshmen class?" mark says and bursts out in a fit of laughter.

taehyung stood on the last step, rolling his eyes in annoyance, "say whatever you want, i know i look fine."

"baby bear?" a female voice calls out from the kitchen, the boys turned and are met with taehyung's mother.

"if you're going to come back drunk, just be quiet — i need my beauty sleep. also, don't bother asking if mark can sleep over because he's allowed here whenever! if you need painkillers or hangover soup — they'll be in the kitchen. okay, have fun, love you, baby bear." taehyung's mom spoke, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before escorting the two out the door.

ahn hyejin was his mom, she was cool, to say the least. it was like living with a teenage girl sometimes, taehyung never once felt the urge to ever disrespect her or be ungrateful as she was practically his whole life.

"i always love your mom, she's practically my second mom, i always wondered how you got a teenager in a woman's body."

"okay, don't take it too far now," taehyung says to mark, "i guess she just is more understanding of this generation rather than thinking it's still her own, but what would i know what goes through that woman's head sometimes."

"makes me wonder how your dad handles her."

"yeah, my dad pretty much lucked out on a wife huh?" taehyung jokes as they climbed into mark's car. sitting down in the passenger's seat, he starts to look at his attire. was it too much for a high school party, or was it too underwhelming for what he usually wore on a night out, "is this outfit too much, bubba? or is it too little? oh, please be honest."

mark eyes taehyung, as he starts the car, "really? what's gotten into you lately tae? you've been ... how you say, not like your usual self." he questions the cheerleader who was weary of nothing.

"i don't know, it's just with new students joining and the new class coming in, i guess i've lost my touch of being sassy and carefree."

"you're constricting yourself because of other people? oh c'mon taehyung that's ridiculous! you're fine just the way you are — even if you're bratty and sassy, it's just how you been," mark reassures him, patting him on his thigh, "now let's go, we have two boys who are in desperate need of seeing us."

entering one of namjoon's parties was like a fortress of bodies, you could barely move — even in the large home. it smelt of strong alcohol, with mixes of expensive perfume and cologne. the radiating heat was also not helpful, from the constant movement of people, from the dance floor, or even just walking by, it was just hot in there.

mark held taehyung's hand as they tried to push their way to the kitchen, or just anywhere that jackson was ... and a certain someone that taehyung hoped wasn't with him, well hope wasn't on his side tonight.

as soon as the pair made their way into the kitchen, they heard the loud voice of jackson, volume high, bass boosted. as if the heavens were calling, there stood next to him was jeongguk, the way he looked tonight just made taehyung's legs shake, he wore black fitted ripped jeans, a loose black dress shirt, and his shoe choice was matching taehyung's ... well fuck taehyung was aroused.

the way his curly long hair cascaded and had anime titty bounce energy, was eye-catching. his cocky smirk dawning upon his handsome face made taehyung drool. many rings were worn on his fingers, which somehow made his hands look sexier to the cheerleader.

"taehyung close your mouth — you're drooling." mark says, snapping him out of his gaydream.

"can you fucking blame me? look at him, i'm sorry for using such vocabulary, but he looks like such fucking daddy material."

"trust me, love, i know i do."

taehyung was stunned, that was not mark's voice. he looks straight at his best friend, who looks straight back at him with the same shocked look he had until he felt arms wrapped around his waist, he snaps out of his daze of confusion, "what? cat got your tongue darling?"

— LILI'S NOTES 👩🏼‍💻 !

oop, cliffhanger fairies ... sorry hehe

hwasa and loco are taehyung's parents btw ;)

1/29/22 : i've changed the outfit for the chapter like five times and i probably will change it again in the future. my mom came in the room and saw me crying then fifteen minutes later she came back in and gave me a bowl of cut strawberries

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