rent | taegyu

seven;

a/n: during my semi-hiatus i took some time to read the comments on my previous chapters and i seriously didn't realise how many people this story has traumatised HAHA im creasing u guys are idiots it's ur fault for reading
—anyways this chapter is longer than soobin,,, i got a bit carried away but plz try to enjoy

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—The kettle was boiling.

Taehyun stared at it with intensity, watching the steam rising from the spout as he tried to focus his mind away from that blonde-haired twat.

Every time he thought about him and how he'd slept beside him the night before, his face grimaced in disgust and regret.
...He couldn't bear thinking about it.

"...You're not gay, Taehyun..." He reassured himself, standing up a little straighter. < (a/n: istg if anyone comments 'gayer' i will riot)

—He was absolutely not falling for Choi Beomgyu. No freaking way.

"...I like females." He muttered. "The only dick I appreciate around here is my own one—"

"...You what?" Beomgyu interrupted him mid-sentence as he walked into the room, sounding a little (if not a lot) concerned.

Taehyun choked as soon as he heard him come in, nearly dropping his mug onto the floor.
—He looked over at him in shock, and the embarrassment quickly sunk in.
Where the hell had he come from?! How much of that had he heard?!

"...Please forget you heard that, Beomgyu." He eventually said, mumbling in humiliation.

Beomgyu laughed at him, standing beside him by the kettle to see what he was up to.
"You're making coffee?" He asked, in desperate need of a subject-change.

"Yeah...do you want some?"

"Oh, yes please," Beomgyu smiled, placing his hand on the top of Taehyun's head to pat him and lace his fingers through his hair; it was still a little tangled since Taehyun hadn't combed it yet, but he continued to stroke through it nonetheless.
"Thank you Taehyun~"

Taehyun tried his hardest to ignore Beomgyu's sickening cheerfulness - instead, pouring the boiling water into two mugs and adding in the coffee granules.
"...G-Get off already." He grumbled. "You already violated me in bed last night..."

Beomgyu snorted loudly.
"Don't phrase it like that..." He sniggered. "That's so dirty..."

Taehyun glared at him with a flat expression, significantly unimpressed at his lewd remark.
He picked up Beomgyu's mug and he shoved it straight into his hands.
"...Just drink your goddamn coffee..."

Beomgyu smirked, turning around and going over to the sofa to enjoy his drink.
"You're so grumpy, Taehyun," He called back over to him, teasingly.

"Maybe because a certain dipshit decided he would massacre my carefully-constructed cushion wall and use me as a body pillow, leaving me sleepless." Taehyun snapped back at him.

Beomgyu laughed some more; he was about to respond, but he was interrupted by the ringing of his mobile phone.
—The device in question was still on the kitchen counter, just in front of where Taehyun was stood.