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{` carrying luggage was not lee taeeun’s favorite thing in the world. it didn’t exist to her, not when there’s the simpler option of having everything sent from location to location, especially now that she was planning on settling in seoul. packing her entire life into boxes and luggage that she could personally take around herself didn’t seem feasible, even with being one of the strong kim siblings — there was another thing to add to the list of what sheought to explain to taehyung. not a list of what she will explain but what she ought to and he doesn’t always get that luxury. “ he receives enough luxury “ is what she tells their mother who was the main reason behind taeeun’s heavy and excessive luggage considering that none of it was actually hers. the largest suitcase she could find filled to the brim with clothes they had bought on fifth after bickering back and forth on just how tall he had grown since leaving home, ranging from animal onesies — “ your brother is turning twenty ” that taeeun countered easily without skipping a beat, “ and his mental age is eight “ — to more proper attire because, and this time her father chimed in, “every man needs the basics.” yeah right, as soon as he laid his eyes on the more business-appropriate apparel, she was going to remind taehyung that it’s because he’s the basic one. boxes tied together with the most contradicting ribbon she could find compared to the gifts inside, she used the key she had conveniently borrowed for the time being ( don’t ask, don’t tell, no guilt of knowledge or as an accomplice possible! ) and burst into her cousin’s apartment to find her younger brother } if you’re making out with your girlfriend, please pull your panties back up because i’m here
( * training had left the male a usual burn out and exhausted from his day, legs sore from standing from the strenuous amounts of time; taehyung resorts to going home before being off to visit sooyoung because surprisingly or not he does possess the decency to make himself a semi-put together young man who showers after he’s done with a workout, like how most human beings are—but besides a plain t-shirt and jeans, taehyung’s selection of clothing is all but luxurious. and for someone with the actual capability of dressing otherwise, it’s to nobody’s advantage that taehyung’s actual day-to-day wardrobe is anything besides basic—but just for tonight, and only for sooyoung, does he put effort into finally wearing something actually pulled together and worthy of his fifth avenue status. not that it makes a difference, of course, because when the lock is suddenly turning on its own when taehyung knows jihyun is actually home and they’re the only two who actually live here does he watch the door slide open; his heart plummets down into his stomach when he catches sight of the blaze of red atop his sister’s head because what the actual fuck is she doing here, physically? ) what the fuck— ( * he literally doesn’t even know how to begin, but subconsciously his mind reverts back to their normal routine from nearly seventeen years of constant bickering, sibling-to-sibling insults, and thick new york accents. ) what are you doing here? ‘n she’s not here, i’m going over soon to have birthday dinner with her. ( * he moves from the couch to the front door to help taeeun get her luggage in through the door and wonders how the fuck she managed to get around with all of it, nonetheless why she needed such an excessive amount. he embraces her in a tight, well-needed hug that he hasn’t had the opportunity to give to her in almost two years. ) what the hell is all of this?