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Genre: slice of life/romance/comedy

Member: Suga X OC

Length: 5031 words

It was raining really heavily that night and I was wasted. I went far beyond my level of alcohol tolerance, which in hindsight, might’ve been the best choice I’ve ever made. I’m not even kidding right now. Alcohol really pulls your tongue, making you spill your guts before you know it. You become an entirely different person that is not afraid of anything, ready to take on whatever shit life throws at you. Or you become just plain stupid and trusting, agreeing to everything that is offered to you without much questioning. Guess which one happened to me. Yet in this case, it didn’t end up in a wild and bloody fist fight, provoked by stepping on manly egos as it usually happens. Okay, it did, but I mean after the scuffle at the bar. I can still feel the pain of rough knuckles punching my face into my skull. Not pleasant, I can assure you. Not that I didn’t win in the end, of course, but because of my numbed brain and slowed reactions, some horribly aimed punches managed to find my face. Ten times, might I add. It’s a miracle I didn’t pull a Voldemort and still have a nose. A bit crooked, yes, but a nose nonetheless.

I don’t even remember now why I drank in the first place. Maybe it was because I couldn’t bear to be on alert any second longer after three years of constantly watching my back for any stray bullets; this part of town was far from safe or clean and if it weren’t for the cheap rent, I would’ve already moved out. Or maybe the reason was as simple as that: one of my friends casually stepping on my manly pride by daring me to beat his record in binge-drinking. Either way, the result would be the same. And it was; I was currently stumbling over my own two feet, barely managing to overcome sudden and unpleasant waves of nausea hitting my intoxicated stomach. Somehow, I finally reached my rundown block of flats, exhausted, beaten up, drunk and on top of that, dripping wet. I leaned my forehead on the front door for support; it was beginning to prove itself a really difficult task just to force my body to remain in an upright position. Still leaning over, with one eye swollen shut, I rummaged through my jacket pockets, but they were empty apart from a bunch of crumpled leaflets, my wallet and chewing gum. I staggered and then dropped to my knees in search of my door keys, blindly swiping my bloody and bruised hands over the dirty ground. Not even a trace of clinking metal, just mud and something slimy I’d rather not try to identify. I groaned loudly and tried to remember when was the last time I had them, but with a hazy memory and dying brain cells, it was impossible. I sat down and leaned my back on the door, considering the possibility of just falling asleep right here and dealing with all the consequences and other responsible adult stuff in the morning. But the cold wetness seeping through my soaked jacket, causing shivers to run down my spine, told me it would be a bad idea. I sniffled and stood back up after a couple of failed attempts. With just one eye, I scanned the list of flat owners and numbers under the intercom, vaguely recognizing my own. I stuck my index finger on the list to help steady my wandering and blurry gaze. It slid down to a familiar name of my next door neighbour; a poor family with four kids, but they were good people from what I’ve seen. I punched the buzzer, flat nr 201, a couple of times and waited impatiently, counting the raindrops falling from my fringe. When it reached ten or something, I punched again, just in case. Still nothing. The family must’ve been away. Or maybe they just ignored the ringing of their doorbell in the middle of the night; I know I would’ve. And I probably did once or twice over the time; living in this neighbourhood I’d be surprised if someone didn’t. My finger lazily traced down another name. Kim Taeri, 203. On the other side of my door. I pressed the button, holding it down to make a constant buzzing sound. After a minute or so it got interrupted when someone answered on the other side.

‘Who the hell is this?’ Asked an angry female voice, distorted by the intercom.

‘It’s me.’ I croaked. My throat was really sore after all the drinking and fighting.

‘A name, dickhead.’ She huffed exasperated.

‘Min Yoongi, flat 202.’ I managed, swallowing down a sudden urge to barf.

‘You do know it’s the middle of the night and you’re ringing the wrong buzzer.’ She sighed.

‘Yeah, about that… I lost my keys. Let me in, Taeri.’

‘How do I know you’re not an imposter, a thief or a psycho trying to get inside.’ I groaned, already tired of her.

‘Just fucking open it. I’m not in the mood to deal with you right now.’ She was really annoying sometimes.

‘From the way you talk, asshole, it really must be you.’ She ended the conversation before I could retort and then the door buzzed open. I pushed it and staggered inside, searching for the light switch. Brightness filled the corridor and I squinted, blinded by the sudden contrast. I forced my legs to take me up the stairs to the second floor.

‘What a delightful sight.’ A sarcastic voice echoed in the corridor and I raised my head towards the sound. Kim Taeri stood in the door of her flat, dressed in a hoodie and baggy pants she must’ve put on in a rush.

‘Mind your own business.’ I shifted my gaze towards my flat door, thinking of a way to get inside.

‘It stopped being only your business when you rang my doorbell.’ She answered when I passed her door to my own. I ignored her response, since she kind of had a point, and grabbed a balustrade when I nearly fell over.

‘This is a first. You being so wasted, I mean.’

‘Yeah, well, this is not a first. You being so nosy, I mean.’ I mimicked Taeri’s words and could almost hear her rolling her eyes. I grabbed the handle to my front door and shook it in a lousy attempt to open it. Maybe the building was in ruins but the door was sure sturdy as hell. ‘Do you have a tool box or something?’ I turned to look at her.

‘Oh, so now you want my help, huh?’ She raised an eyebrow at me. ‘I’ll call the landlord, maybe he has a spare key.’ She turned to walk down the stairs to the owner’s flat.

‘No, wait. Don’t do that.’ She stopped and looked at me as if I was insane. ‘I haven’t paid the rent for the last two months. I’m trying to avoid him as much as possible.’

‘You’re hopeless.’ She gave me an unimpressed look and walked up to me. She scanned the door and finding no clue as to how to open it, she shifted her gaze onto me. With widened eyes, she whistled when she noticed up close just how battered my face was. When she reached out her hand to touch my wounds, I staggered back, avoiding the contact. She furrowed her eyebrows and then crossed her arms over her chest.

‘You could use some treatment, you don’t want these-’ She pointed at my face. ‘-to get nasty.’

‘I’m fine.’ I slurred and waved a hand dismissively.

‘Fine, my ass.’ She rolled her eyes but dropped the topic thankfully. At least she knew when to back off. Or not. When I turned away to focus back on the door, she quickly stuck out a finger and poked my nose. I yelped in pain and took a step back, tears springing to my eyes.

‘Why’d you do that?’ I asked, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from spilling.

‘Stop whining. It’s all swollen and purple, you need to go to hospital.’ She scrutinised me with her dark eyes.

‘No way. Do I look like I have money for the hospital fees? Why do you think I’m not paying the rent?’

‘And do I look stupid?’ She glared at me when I nodded and continued. ‘I was going to pay for you, idiot.’ She sighed as if it was as obvious as the fact that I was drunk.

‘Thanks for the offer, but I’ll pass.’ I sighed exhausted. The dizziness and nausea started to subside, but I still felt like crap. I was cold, tired and angry; Taeri’s persistence didn’t help either.

‘Then what do you suggest, mr. grumpy drunkard, hm?’ She crossed her arms yet again staring me down daringly.

‘I’ll just… sleep here?’ I said uncertainly, glancing down at the shabby doormat near my feet. I wasn’t exactly thrilled at the thought of sleeping on it, but it could’ve always been worse. I could be stuck outdoors, freezing my ass off in this weather and waking up in the morning with hypothermia. I’d also probably be robbed off anything worth selling since this neighbourhood was so welcoming and safe.

‘If you really don’t want to go to hospital, then at least let me treat your wounds. You can’t expect me to leave you here bleeding.’

‘I’m not bleeding anymore.’ I glanced back up to see her giving me the are-you-serious look.

‘You’re not exactly healed either. Come on, you’ll be thanking me later for this.’ She nodded her head towards her flat and I shuffled my legs obediently, too tired to object anymore.

‘Oh, for the love of God, don’t be such a wuss, Yoongi. It’s just hydrogen peroxide, not acid.’ Taeri nagged and proceeded to pour the bloody thing on my left cheek. I hissed in pain and glared at her through teary eyes. She used a cotton ball to wipe off the blood that dried up around my wound. Then she plastered a huge band aid with cotton underneath and withdrew her hands to assess her job. She’s been treating my messed-up face for almost half an hour, that’s how badly injured it was. Thankfully, we were pretty much done. Well, almost. She flexed her fingers, staring at my nose, and I gulped, not ready for what Taeri planned doing next.

‘You know what, on second thought, I’ll just go to hospital.’ She smirked at me, jumping at the opportunity to annoy me.

‘Chickening out?’ Taeri asked nonchalantly, picking up the first-aid kit and used-up materials.

‘No, I just don’t trust you and your healing methods.’ I grumbled, following her moves with my eyes. I cautiously touched my nose and grimaced when pain shot through it.

‘Fine then. But don’t call me when it hurts so bad you can’t stand it.’ She shrugged putting the stuff in a drawer and walking to the small kitchenette to throw away the trash and wash her hands. ‘What do you plan to do now?’ Her voice echoed from the small kitchen. I shrugged but then remembered she couldn’t see me.

‘Dunno. Probably sit in front of my flat.’ I scrunched up my face and sneezed loudly. I winced in pain when my nose throbbed in protest. Damn rain. Even though I took off my outer wear, my soaked pants and sweatshirt still clung uncomfortably to my skin. On top of that, I could feel a cold creeping up my body.

‘Bless you. Listen, it’s really late, there’s a shitstorm outside, I’m really tired and so are you. Take a shower and sleep on the couch. I’ll bring you clean clothes and bed sheets.’ She returned to the small living room with a box of tissues and I nodded thankfully, taking one and wiping my nose cautiously. Then her words sunk in and I furrowed my eyebrows. It kind of hurt my ego to have my well-being be thoroughly dependent on that girl’s words. Normally, I would’ve just given her a straight ‘no’ for an answer. I don’t approve of sleeping at random people’s houses and this not-so-cosy neighbourhood didn’t exactly help me change my mind, not with the constant fear of my own shadow. But I was too tired and drunk to think this offer through. Even if she wanted to rob me, I spent most of my money on drinking and had no credit cards. And if she considered raping or murdering me, well then, she’d be up for a big surprise. Years of taking judo and hapkido classes paid off in these kind of situations. Even in my numbed state of mind, I’d still be able to take her on, cause all equality rights aside, men are generally stronger physically than women, period. Besides, I really didn’t have much of a choice. First of all, even if one of my friends agreed to let me sleep over, I’m not sure I’d make it to their place in one piece without causing trouble or worse: getting into some. Secondly, I definitely wouldn’t let them pick me up, not when they got even more wasted than me. I value my life enough not to want to end up getting smashed in a car crash. I could’ve sat there contemplating my choices for another twenty minutes, but Taeri’s increasing foot tapping told me she was getting impatient. I raked a hand through my hair and sighed.

‘Fine…’ I murmured and she showed me a tired smile before disappearing behind the door of what I assume was her bedroom. I stood up from a chair and groggily made my way to the only other door in the flat, apart from the front one. I checked the state of my face in the bathroom mirror and cringed distastefully. If it looked this bad after treating, I didn’t wanna know how it was before. I took off my clothes, mindful of my patched up face and put them on a radiator for drying. Taeri knocked on the door saying she left fresh clothes and blankets on the sofa and that she’s going back to bed now.

‘Okay, thanks. Good night.’

‘Good night.’ She managed around a yawn before I heard her vanishing footsteps. I jumped in the shower, feeling like I haven’t washed in weeks. After half an hour I was dressed in a man’s t-shirt and baggy pants, curious as to whom these clothes belonged to. But it was in no way my business to ask, so I just brushed it off. I switched off the living room lights and flopped on the sofa, drifting off to sleep the instant my head made contact with the pillow.

I woke up the next morning to a delicious smell of a freshly brewed coffee filling my nostrils. My eyes fluttered open to meet another pair of round dark orbs staring at me like a deer caught in headlights. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, already feeling a huge headache coming.

‘What are you doing?’ I mumbled in a husky voice, blinking rapidly to focus my vision and pushing my body up on one elbow. The hangover was beginning to cloud my mind.

‘I was going to put a sticky note on your forehead but since you’ve already woken up, there’s no point now, I guess.’ Taeri’s voice reverberated in my head like a gong and I barely stopped myself from snapping at her to lower it. She backed away and crumpled the note in her fist. I rubbed my eyes and snatched the note anyway. “Coffee on the table. I’m going out for a bit. Feel free to roam the fridge, not much you’ll find anyway. P.S. You snore like an elephant in heat. T” it said.

‘I don’t snore…’ I stood up and stretched, yawning. I desperately needed my morning coffee.

‘Yeah, yeah, whatever.’ She waved her hand dismissively and that’s when I noticed she was putting on her outer wear.

‘By the way, where are you going? It’s Sunday.’ I walked to the kitchenette and sat on a stool. I started sipping on a gorgeous drink sent from Heavens, more commonly known as coffee.

‘Shopping. Food is running out. There’s Aspirin in the second drawer if you need it for the hangover.’ I made a gurgling sound of acknowledgment not even parting my lips from the warm mug. I heard the door shut behind her and winced at the sound echoing in my head. “I’m so gonna drink alcohol again”, said no one ever after getting a hangover.

The Aspirin turned out to be more than useful. That, and a few mugs of coffee. Who needs breakfast when you’ve got the best drink humankind discovered filling your stomach. After my third or fourth cup, I decided it was time to start functioning and maybe get dressed. Preferably in my own clothes. I washed the mug in the sink and made my way to the bathroom. But before I had the chance to even go near, the doorbell rang like a billion times as if someone was checking how many times per second they could press the button. I froze mid-step, but after a moment of hesitation, I walked over to the intercom and buzzed the building’s door open. I stepped outside the flat, smirking knowingly.

‘This situation feels awfully familiar, doesn’t it? Don’t tell me you also lost your keys, Tae- oh.’ I shut my mouth the instant I realised the person climbing the stairs was definitely not Taeri. A man looked up at the sound of my voice and stopped climbing. We stared at each other for a moment in a horribly tense silence. Then he simply resumed climbing until he was at the top and, to my total confusion, just passed me by and went through the door to Taeri’s flat. I was so dumbfounded that I just followed him inside. The intruder already made himself comfortable by flopping down on the couch with his feet dangling on one side, and whistling a vaguely familiar song.

‘Uhh…’ That’s the only sound I managed to utter, since the whole situation was too bizarre for me to cope with.

‘Toasts. I crave some toasts. Can hyung make me some?’ He looked my way, with puppy eyes, still swinging his legs like a little kid.

‘There’s no food…’ I answered automatically before realising he just called me hyung. ‘Wait, who are you again?’ I walked up to him with furrowed eyebrows.

‘It hurts, hyung. You don’t recognise me?’ He pouted, at which point I was totally lost. And weirded out.

‘It’s Taehyung!’ He almost shouted and scoffed, offended.

‘…Taehyung who?’ I was getting irritated and impatient.

‘Kim Taehyung, as in Taeri-noona’s younger brother! Hyung is an awful person! And my clothes look horrible on you!’ I looked down at the clothes I was wearing. Mystery solved, I guess.

‘And how was I supposed to know you’re her brother? This is the first time we meet.’ I reasoned, trying to recall the Taehyung guy’s face.

‘We meet every week. On the stairs.’ He made a face that said I was stupid for not knowing such an obvious thing.

‘Right… But-’

‘I’m so glad you and noona finally hooked up. I’ve been shipping you two since, like, forever.’ The brat interrupted me, grinning like a fool.

‘Wait, what? No, it’s not like that. She just let me stay over for the night- wait, no, that sounded wrong. It was raining, okay? And I lost the keys to my apartment, so Taeri let me sleep on the couch- why am I even bothering to explain myself? I didn’t do anything wrong, okay? End of story.’ I sighed and walked to the kitchen, frustrated that this kid got me flustered. I looked around for some toast bread to get him occupied. I found the last two slices and proceeded to roam the fridge. A slice of cheese, some leftover chicken and ketchup.

‘That’ll have to do…’ I murmured and took out the ingredients.

‘You allergic to anything?’ I shouted, turning around. I saw Taehyung with a suspicious looking grin, sitting on the same stool I previously occupied. I decided not to question his ability to sneak up on people unnoticed and looked for a toaster instead.

‘Nope. By the way, hyung, why do you look like you had a close encounter with a surprisingly aggressive bull?’

‘None of your business. And stop calling me ‘hyung’.’ I found the toaster and proceeded to chop the chicken into smaller pieces.

‘Okay, hyung. Soo… about my sister…’ Taehyung trailed off.

‘What about her? And I’m not your ‘hyung’.’

‘What do you think about her?’ He ignored my request again, so I decided to just drop it.

‘She’s okay. Why?’

‘No, but, you know, what do you think about her. Like, do you find her attractive?’

‘I guess…? What are you getting at?’ I furrowed my eyebrows getting uncomfortable by his questions. Taeri was attractive, no doubt about that, so saying ‘no’ would be a lie.

‘Great, then it’s settled. You’ll go on a date with my sister.’ He got me by surprise which led to the knife sliding straight into my thumb.

‘Shit!’ I dropped the chicken and knife on the counter and sucked on my finger.

‘Why the hell did you leave the door wide open? My house’s not a freaking tree, Yoongi.’ I heard Taeri’s voice from the front door. In a split of a second, Taehyung was out of the kitchen. I went after him reluctantly and saw him tugging Taeri on the arm.

‘Noona, noona, guess what?’ She tried to throw his hand off, visibly annoyed with another weight pulling her already occupied with shopping bags arm.

‘What are you doing here, Taetae? You said you weren’t going to come this week because of studying or something.’ She finally freed her arm and started walking in my direction.

‘It’s not important! What’s important is that I got you a date with Yoongi-hyung! You’ve been crushing on him for so long it was time I took things into my own hands. Aren’t I awesome?’ Taehyung flipped his fringe proudly and just flomped on the couch, turning on a little TV. I stopped sucking on my thumb startled by his words. Taeri froze and I could see her face slowly heat up. Her eyes flicked to mine for a split second and then she cleared her throat and passed me by to get to the kitchen.

‘I’m praying for the time you learn when to shut the fuck up.’ I heard her mumble, and I couldn’t help but smile at that. It would be a lie to say I wasn’t flattered by her feelings. I followed Taeri to the kitchen with the intention to help her with the groceries. And tease her to death.

‘So, I heard you have good taste in men.’ I started slowly, smirking. She avoided my eyes as much as she could, but I still got a glimpse of a blush on her cheeks.

‘I think it kind of went downhill like a year ago.’ She retorted. Feisty, I like that.

‘Ouch. That hurt. I’m not that ugly. And wow, a year? At least you’re loyal.’ I couldn’t help myself. Her reactions were too entertaining to just drop it.

‘Yeah, you’re not ugly, but you’re stupid. And not only am I loyal, I’m also pretty and smart.’ She was pretty good at keeping up with me, I give her that.

‘Are you trying to impress me?’

‘Are you trying to flirt with me?’

‘And what if I am?’

‘Then you’re doing a pretty lame job.’

‘Since you’re already all over me, I don’t really have to try hard, do I?’

‘See? This is why I don’t get men. Just because I may like you a tiny bit, you think you’re oh, so wonderful and I’ll jump into your bed with a single word from you.’ She pointed accusingly at me with a radish. ‘Guess what? News flash! I won’t. And this is exactly why I kept silent about it. Cause you’ll think you don’t have to impress me and try your best since “I’m already all over you”. Man, I want to strangle Taehyung to death for having a loose mouth. And I even went out of my way to go look for your stupid keys.’ She finished with a sigh.

‘You did?’ I asked surprised. She glared at me.

‘Is that the only thing you got from what I just said?’

‘No, sorry, I was just surprised since not many people would be kind enough to do it. Look, I don’t sleep around with women, okay? In fact, I haven’t been in a relationship since high school- okay, you didn’t need to know that. Anyway, I got carried away, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t actually think that when a girl likes me, I can just stand by and watch her get into my pants. That’s just gross. Even if you were begging, I wouldn’t let you meet Yoongi Jr.’ She snorted at my words and I smiled, relieved and happy she wasn’t angry at me.

‘Can’t believe you just named your dick Yoongi Jr.’

‘Can’t believe you just said ‘dick’ and ‘Yoongi Jr’ in one sentence.’

‘And I can’t believe you’re just casually talking about hyung’s penis when unpacking groceries. You guys are seriously weird. Just go make out or something.’ Taehyung came into the kitchen with a disgusted expression and sat down on the exact same stool. ‘Where are my toasts?’ He demanded like a little brat. I noticed that Taeri got flustered at her brother’s words, so I went over to Taehyung and smacked him straight on the head.

‘Hey, kid, you want some toasts? Then go make them yourself. And be nice to your sister. Maybe she’ll cook you something good later.’ I grinned at Taeri, who mouthed ‘traitor’ with a dramatic expression.

‘Okay, hyung…’ Taehyung pouted sadly and massaged his head. ‘But only if you promise to go on a date with Taeri-noona.’ He smiled cheekily at me and I smacked him again.

‘I’d go anyway even if you weren’t such a pain in the neck.’ I ruffled his messy hair and glanced at Taeri, who now looked totally dumbstruck. I laughed at her expression.

‘What? You were the one who told me I needed to try harder to impress you. I like your attitude, that’s a start. Maybe I’ll come to like you even more.’ I smirked at her and then went to pick up a pen from the counter. I snatched a sticky note from the fridge and wrote my number down. Then I stuck it on a still dumbfounded Taeri’s forehead, just like she almost did this morning. She blinked at me blankly and I couldn’t help but to pinch her nose. She glared at me, finally out of her stupor, and started massaging her nose with a pout.

‘What was that for?’

‘No reason. You just looked stupid, is all.’

‘Gee, thanks…’

‘I’m still here, you know. Just because I ship you two doesn’t mean I want to watch you bickering like a sickeningly sweet couple. Get your cheesy game somewhere else. I’m trying to eat here.’ I took the radish Taeri was still clutching in her palm and threw it at Taehyung. He dodged it and stuffed his face with another grape.

‘You guys are seriously gonna be a handful, I can already see that coming.’ I flicked Taeri’s forehead, and she yelped. She took off the sticky note and stuck it on the counter.

‘Well, I can already see that you’re a bully. Why do I even like you.’ She scoffed rolling her eyes.

‘Dunno, you tell me.’ I shrugged and raised an eyebrow questioningly. She grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged at it, visibly irritated that I had the upper hand.

‘Taetae, you’re gonna pay for making my life miserable.’ She glared at her brother, who just pouted innocently.

‘Oh, come on, he just wanted to help. So, tell me, what is it you like about me? Is it my godly looks? Or charismatic persona? Or both?’ I flipped my fringe and wiggled my eyebrows. Her eyes widened for a second.

‘N-neither, go home, Yoongi, you’re annoying. And don’t do that thing with your eyebrows.’ She stuttered and pointed at my face.

‘You mean, this?’ I wiggled my brows again and she quickly put her hand over my cheek and hastily turned my head away.

‘Don’t do it, hoe.’

‘I’m not your hoe.’ I replied jokingly and took her palm off my face. Her hand was really small and delicate, but at the same time smooth and pleasantly warm.

‘Yet!’ Said Taehyung with a stuffed face.

‘Gosh, how I hate you two.’ She snatched her hand away and for a second, I felt like grasping it again, just to feel the warmth. The urge to do it was so fleeting, I quickly forgot about it and instead focused back on the conversation.

‘If only that were the truth, Taeri… but we all know it’s not.’ I grinned at her cheekily and earned myself a nudge between the ribs.

‘It’s not nice to beat up an injured person.’ I massaged my side exaggeratingly, though it did kind of hurt.

‘Never said I was nice.’ She smirked at me, but I didn’t miss her worried glance at the place she hit. It was funny how her harsh words contradicted her caring actions. And now that I think about it, if I’m not mistaken, that was the first thing that made me like her so much more.

‘True. Then I better take a shower and get out to get new keys before you beat me into a pulp.’ I ruffled her hair and exited the kitchen. Even though physically I felt like shit, I couldn’t help but smile. These two are annoying as fuck, but something tells me, I’ll start enjoying their company more than I would like to admit.

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