We ended up crashing on the couch which - in my opinion - was pretty dang comfortable.
I opened my eyes groggily and looked around.
Taehyung rested his arms on the back of the sofa and leaned his head back, mouth slightly ajar. I had curled up in a ball and laid my head next to his thigh. Yeontan made his bed, curled up in Taehyung's side.
I inhaled Taehyung's sweet vanilla scent.
I rolled off the couch ungracefully, rummaged in my bag for my toothbrush, then shuffled to the bathroom. I flicked the lights on.
Mid-brush, a sleepy Taehyung lumbered into the small space next to me with a tired pout on his lips and squinted eyes.
He switched the lights off. I reached to flip them back on but he caught my arm and grunted.
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"Foine thun," I gurgled, toothbrush still stuck in my mouth. I finished up then got dressed.
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I came out of Taehyung's bedroom where I had stored my bag and walked to the kitchen to make some breakfast.
Oh wait.
We're going to the grocery store for a reason.
"Taehyung, hurry up!" I yelled.
"I'm here, I'm here!" He scuffled out of his room, buckling his belt. Then he dragged a hand through his disheveled hair.
I felt my mouth watering.
"Ready?" I asked, staring at him.
"Yep."
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I pushed a shopping cart around the store, scanning the aisles, spotting something we needed occasionally and tossing it in the cart.
"Y/N?" Taehyung came up next to me. I hummed in response. "Do you know how to make peanut butter cookies?" I turned to look at him, raising my eyebrows.
"No," I started, "but I'm sure I can figure it out." Taehyung snorted, amused.
"I'm sure," he stated sarcastically, purposely egging me on. I scoffed.
"Need I remind you of the delicious ramen noodles I cooked last night?" I defended myself.
"Yeah, but that was from a bag. I'm talking about homemade cookies. You think you can do it?"
"Of cou-"
BANG
I crashed into a hot chocolate display inconveniently placed in the center of the aisle, sending boxes flying everywhere.
I mean, really.
Who does that?
My eyes widened and I glanced around to see if any heads swiveled to look at the disturbance. When I saw that the coast was clear, I grabbed a cackling Taehyung's wrist and rocketed to the next aisle then briskly finishing our shopping trip.
As we exited through the sliding doors, buried in plastic bags, a nasal-y voice over the intercom announced, "Clean up in Aisle 3." Taehyung and I shared a glance before bursting out into raucous laughter.
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