student of the year; taekook

12: bad pick up lines

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the following weekend brought the three former popular boys to jungkook's house for a movie in his fancy at home theater. jimin and hoseok were yet to see the place and it gave taehyung the perfect excuse to hang around the bunny toothed boy. 

he's taken a liking to him, which is a vague way of saying that taehyung definitely likes jungkook. not in that way, but in the way that he likes jimin and hoseok, as a friend. 

even though this friend makes butterflies erupt in his stomach 24/7. 

god, taehyung hasn't felt like this about anybody in years. the last person that made him genuinely get butterflies was his first crush in like 2nd grade and he doesn't even remember the poor boy's name. 

it was refreshing even though taehyung had to constantly remind himself that nothing would ever come out of this pathetic little infatuation. 

they press the doorbell and in seconds, yoongi opens the door and he softly grins at all of them. the wind ruffles his hair and the pink flannel he wears makes it look even more purple than ever. 

"welcome. kook and joon are attempting to make popcorn." yoongi parts the door open to let them in and taehyung is faced with the familiarity of jungkook's house. he's been here so often, memorized the way that the tiles look when the light hits them, the cleanliness of it all. 

the other two study the house. although both hoseok and jimin are from the estates, they lived closer to the entrance of the community, which had the less expensive but still very nice houses. the jeon house, at the top of the hill, along with the min and the kim  house were the most impressive of the bunch. 

"attempting?" taehyung questions. he glances around for auntie yoon, he's missed her cookies and cakes and he gassed them up to shit the entire ride here to hoseok and jimin. they were really that amazing. 

the oldest nods. "knowing namjoon, he'll burn it or set the kitchen on fire." he shrugs. "i've got a pizza place on speed dial, don't worry." yoongi's eyes flick over to hoseok and he nonchalantly walks closer to him to grab his hand. they share a knowing glance that was way too obvious. 

"i'm gonna show hobi something, i'll be right back." he drags the brunette on over to some random room and slams the door shut, leaving taehyung and jimin to stare at them in confusion. 

"he's not gonna make it out of there alive." jimin jokes and like clockwork, jungkook and namjoon pop out from of the kitchen, holding a bowl of slightly burned popcorn. the younger is poking at the blonde for his actions yet shoving a handful in his mouth as he teases namjoon. 

jungkook looks good, i mean when does he not, but he always manages to catch taehyung's eye whenever he enters the room. (he may be a bit biased.) he's wearing a black zip up hoodie and soccer pants, hair messily falling over his eyes and big rimmed glasses on his nose. 

he's so boyfriend that it hurts. 

"hi taehyung. hi midget." they've advanced past the last names, now they're on first name basis and it feels nice to hear that pretty mouth utter his name, taehyung never thought he'd hear to be completely honest. 

"oi, who the fuck are you calling midget?" jimin challenges, stalking up to jungkook with the intimidation of a baby chick. "i'll beat you up." namjoon and jungkook both erupt into laughter, the blonde ending faster because of the glare the short boy gave him 

"don't call your hyung a midget." namjoon scolds but it's not really a scold because he can't raise his voice or change the tone in that way. 

the younger smirks evilly. "that's okay, i know lots of other words. shortcake, tiny, gnome, munchkin, it's your choice hyung."