fools, just two fools in love.

asspirin

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taehyung

the minute taehyung woke up, he knew he fucked up. an unknown raven-haired boy lay on his back, strewn across the bed and rolled up in an unfamiliar, patterned duvet. the floor of the bedroom, or what he assumed was a bedroom, was littered with plastic cups, crumpled clothes, and singular shoes in obscure places. taehyung picked his way across the room, picking up his articles of clothing and shoes as he went, careful not to wake anybody up in the difficult process. he frowns, glancing at the time, mom is gonna kill me when i get home. picking up his pace, he starts to weave his way through the messy house towards the front door, stopping at the kitchen to scavenge to cupboards.

"doesn't this household have any fucking aspirin?" he mumbles to himself, opening and closing various cupboards.

"closest to the sink, bottom shelf." taehyung nearly bangs his head on the counter in surprise, causing the unknown voice to chuckle. "you're easily scared, aren't you?" he ignores the voice, moving towards the cupboard by the sink, internally cheering as his hand wraps around the bottle of aspirin. now unoccupied, taehyung turns around to face the mysterious person with the gorgeous voice. holy shit, i tapped that. taehyung scrunches his nose and shakes his head as if it would rid his mind of all the dirty thoughts running through it.

the boy, wearing only a thin bedsheet, cocks his head to the side, examining taehyung. taehyung can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and up to his ears as the intense stare coming from the boy pierces through him. taehyung can see the boy dragging his eyes over taehyung's body, licking his lips at the same time. taehyung lets out a small squeak.

"anyways," the boy clears his throat, still not removing his eyes from taehyung, "you seem to be in a rush to leave" he pauses, finally meeting taehyung's eyes, "so i'll be going." the boy's eyes linger on his for a moment before he abruptly turns to exit the kitchen. he continues to walk forward until he stops and whirls back around, a sly smirk dancing on his lips. "unless, of course, you want to join me?"

taehyung feels his jaw drop as he finally registers how insanely attractive the boy who stood before him was. the dark black hair that sat atop his head had a sheen to it that might remind one of hardwood flooring. though, taehyung thought, it would be rude to compare someone so incredibly beautiful to such an ordinary object such as hardwood flooring.

taehyung examined every inch of his face and came to the conclusion that the boy's eyes were the type of eyes a person could get lost in just by glancing at them. god, they were gorgeous. his eyes were the color of deep sienna, with a mischievous glint that seemed to reflect the corners of his mouth, which was fighting another smirk. they were every shade of brown you could imagine, a raw umber and caramel mix, dotted with bits of dark chocolate. they glow with humor and playfulness that gives you shivers and wraps you in a warm embrace at the same time.

taehyung thought about the question, did he want to miss his first day of school and disappoint his mom? his mom was already going to be mad that he didn't come home last night and the last thing taehyung wanted to do was make her angrier. his mom rarely gets mad at him, but when taehyung doesn't let her know where he is ahead of time, shit goes down. his mom had quite a temper, but it only revealed itself when things got serious or out of control. taehyung blinks rapidly as he tries to remember on the situation at hand. damn it taehyung, there is a gorgeous boy directly in front of you inviting you to sleep with him and you're thinking about your mom. taehyung's face crinkles with disgust as he tries to rid the image of his mother from his head, and instead focus on the boy in front of him.

it's not every day that you have hot boys coming up and asking you to have sex with them, so, taehyung thought, he should go for it. school is more fundamental for the upcoming future and to him, that seemed more important than going to bed with a random boy. besides, is this boy a top or a bottom? shit, this boy sent directly from heaven was asking him to go back into bed with him and taehyung is seriously contemplating the decision.

realizing he was staring at the black haired boy the whole time, taehyung quickly turns away, diverting his attention to the bottle of aspirin he clutched in his hand. he glanced up at the boy, who was looking at him expectantly, hands holding the white sheet over his whole body. "so i'm guessing that you're not coming." the boy gives a firm nod and exits the kitchen, leaving the bedsheet trailing behind him. flustered and frankly a little disappointed, taehyung gets up and unsteadily walks out of the house, leaving unanswered questions behind him.

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when taehyung rushed into class the same time the bell rang, celebratory music and fireworks went off in his head. today was, in fact, the first day of his senior year of high school, and he refused to be late. taking his seat, he started to think. who on earth was the boy he met this morning and how on earth did he potentially manage to fuck him?

it wasn't like he hadn't taken someone attractive to bed before, he just always remembered who they were the morning after. this boy was different, taehyung doesn't remember anything about him or how they ended up naked in a bed together. taehyung was almost positive that they had sex, but without any memory of the last night, he was completely unsure of what occurred. he pondered on this for a while, racking his brain for an answer to the unanswerable question. he is broken out of his thinking session by a thud on the desk and a familiar voice filling his ears.

"is this seat taken?" taehyung looks up. oh hell no.

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pick up line of the chapter: if you were a flower, you'd be a damn-delion.