In His Eyes ㅡ Taekook

2.

Taehyung hates coffee. He actually loves the smell, but as what he'd always say, the smell is just a disguise to hide the bitterness it contains. He'd always prefer hot chocolate over coffee any day. 

That's why his friends (and him, of course) found it ironic how he agreed to work in the university's coffee shop. "Good pay," was what he said just to hide his embarrassment from his friends who found the whole situation amusing. 

Taehyung was a typical third-year, Medical Laboratory Science major student who barely had the money to buy himself decent meals three times a day. He fed himself ramen every other night (bless his internal organs for putting up a strong fight), and if by any luck his brother, Seokjin, would drop by his apartment, then that would be the time he'd eat 'real food'. 

He was aware of his unhealthy lifestyle, but, he really couldn't do anything about it, could he? That's why he'd always end up getting nagged on by Seokjin; the latter even making an effort to teach him how to cook the simplest meals with the ingredients he has left, but, all efforts were wasted the moment he almost set his dorm room on fire. 

("Okay, now that we've established you not being able to cook, how about you get a part-time job? The money will help you fill in that empty stomach of yours, Tae. You know I can't be with you all the time, right? I'm in my last year and I still have this internship program going on andㅡ" Before his brother can ramble on, he cut him off with a pat on the shoulder. 

"You're such a worry wart, hyung. I'm going to be fine. I don't want to depend on you all the time so maybe I'll consider your suggestion and look for a part-time job to help with the finances. I know mom and dad are also doing their best to pay my tuition on time but I can't ask them for extra money anymore. They're old, hyung. I can't let them work their asses off like they're 25 or something," Seokjin chuckled before looking at him lovingly. 

"Say that to their faces, you'll surely get a good beating for calling them old." The two of them exchanged giggles. 

"You've really grown up, Tae. I'm glad you want to do things on your own now. But hey, I'll help you find a job, okay? I'll ask some of my friends if they know a place that would hire an undergrad," Seokjin assured him, squeezing Taehyung's hands which were now on top of the table. 

"Thank you, hyung. I'll ask around, too. Maybe Namjoon hyung knows some place. I just hope it's not some strip club or something," Taehyung scrunched his nose. Don't get him wrong, he does not think lowly of someone who works at a strip club but the job's really not for him. 

"Namjoon and strip clubs? Well that's interesting," Seokjin said, wiggling his eyebrows. Taehyung rolled his eyes as he slapped his brother's shoulder playfully. 

"I don't even want to know what's running inside that head of yours at the moment. I can't believe you really developed a big fat crush on my Bacteriology tutor!"

"What I don't understand is why you've managed to get a tutor when you don't even have any failing grades! You're an intelligent student, Taehyung." Taehyung sighed, not really knowing what to do with the compliment being thrown his way. 

"It's not like it's my choice, hyung. They assigned us tutors like we're in elementary, but hey, Namjoon's good company, plus, my grades in Bacteriology are even better now. Why are you even complaining when you /love/ ogling him everytime he's here?" It's rare seeing Seokjin get flustered so Taehyung's quite satisfied with himself when he saw the blush on his brother's face.