- ̗̀ ripped jeans ̖́-
taehpj:
tae had told this dummy twice that he couldn’t fit his clothes. it was obvious, and yet the older was STILL trying to squeeze himself into some jeans that was three times smaller than his size. tae was aware that he was skinny – it was deemed quite obvious in fact. so, as he continue to protest, and get the other to stop what he was doing, he heard a rather loud rip in the fabric.
that was one of his favorite pair of black jeans.
he bit the inside of his cheek as he stared at his roommate who made it even worst by ripping his jeans up more than it already was.
he took a deep breath as a string of emotions washed over him.
“ you can either lose some weight, or wash your damn clothes for once. or we can try something better by you getting the fuck out! ” tae snapped at the older male. really, he wouldn’t get as mad as he was right now, but when something he actually liked was messed up right in front of him that became a problem for tae. not to mention the fact that the other wasn’t even sorry that he just ripped up a pair of HIS clothing, and then complained about his weight. it was like adding insult to injury, and tae felt rather offended.
so, gathering enough strength ( due to his anger as well ) he managed to push the older out of the apartment, throwing his ripped jeans out at the other.
“ you owe me a new pair of jeans too! ”
Jungkook can admit when he takes something too far. Perhaps, this is one of those times. He knows it because of how the younger reacted to him. Usually, they are all fun and games, but this upset Taehyung to a point that Jungkook couldn’t have predicted, if he could he wouldn’t have done it at all. An angry Taehyung isn’t a common sight, so for Jungkook to witness it in front of him is not only shocking but a bit heartbreaking. Not to be overdramatic, but Jungkook’s heart was a bit too soft to take this lightly. As soon as he heard the tone of Taehyung’s voice, he had whipped his head around, big doe eyes making him look like a kicked puppy.
“Tae, I didn’t mean to--” he couldn’t barely get a word out, and it’s not like he deserved to, “I was only kidding,” but it didn’t seem that that had mattered because before Jungkook knew it, he was being pushed out of the house, and truthfully he could have overpowered the other male but it wasn’t his place to do so whatsoever, lest he get the younger even more upset than he already was, and instead just let it happen. His bottom lip naturally jutted forward in sadness, looking even more wounded when the pants made contact with his chest and fell to the ground. He followed it’s trail, noticing his very naked bottom half save for the boxers he donned. It wasn’t the warmest outside at these hours either. He sighed deeply.
“Tae..” he called sadly, “you can’t kick me out -- I have half a right,” he argued weakly but realized it was a stupid thing to say at the moment. He sighed again. “Tae, I’m sorry! I didn’t think you’d get that upset. It was only a joke! Just let me in -- I couldn’t buy you another pair of pants anyways because my wallet’s inside. It’s kind of chilly out here and you know I hate the cold, so please, let’s just move passed this swiftly. Remember -- I’m as good as you’re going to get. If you kick me out your next roommate might not be so charming and handsome. What if you get a creepy sixty-year-old that’s finally exploring his sexuality after 40 years, huh? You need me, ya hear me?”
He sighed again. He could never stop playing even when he needed to be serious.
Looks like he was going to be standing on this porch for a while.
