[tfln] ### + I have no reason to put on pants anymore. This is my new reality. taegi.
notes: mild cursing ahead because how can yoongi not curse, especially when taetae does silly stuff. also i have no idea what this is but let’s roll with it. ps. daegu line makes me squeal.
there are many things that min yoongi puts up with when it comes to sharing an apartment with kim taehyung.
he puts up with the fact that there is dog fur everywhere (like literally everywhere: on the couch, on his bed, on the floor, in his clothes. everywhere.) because living with the younger male means living with one very fluffy soonshim who sheds a lot. (he honestly doesn’t mind living with the dog though because soonshim is warm and comfortable and so goddamn lovable even if she takes up half his bed when taehyung has an early day.) he puts up with the late weeknight and random weekend saxophone practices because that’s the only times taehyung has to practice due to a packed academic and work schedule. he puts up with the t-shirts (including his favourite t-shirt, for fuck’s sake, kim taehyung.) and sweatshirts that taehyung had sliced slits and holes into, claiming that it’s “high fashion, hyung. trust me!”. he puts up with taehyung putting things on the highest shelves which he can’t really reach without the step stool he bought since taehyung’s a little shit that doesn’t listen when yoongi tells him time and time again that middle shelves was the limit for communal belongings. he puts up with the experimental korean cuisine when taehyung decides to take control of the kitchen (“gochujang is the essence of cooking. seokjin-hyung is a liar.”) he puts up with the complete lack of personal space because there’s no such thing when it comes to taehyung who somehow finds a way to have an arm (or leg) wrapped around yoongi when they’re situated side by side.
he puts up with taehyung because jimin was on the verge of begging for him to take taehyung in as a roommate at the start of the year when the younger male had missed out on dormitory registrations and “he’s my best friend, hyung. please, please, please.” (“alright, alright. stop whining already.”) he puts up with taehyung because for all the mess and annoyance the younger male brings to him, taehyung radiates determination and optimism and he’d be lying if he said that he hadn’t been affected by the younger male’s mindset. he puts up with a lot of things because taehyung reminds him of daegu, taehyung reminds him of a home that’s miles and miles away, of a family that gave him the encouragement to move out to seoul to chase his dreams.
so when he arrives home, only to be greeted by the sight of a naked leg draped over the couch cushion, yoongi wonders if taehyung expects him to put up with him going without pants. and if taehyung did, he was so wrong because there’s no way in hell yoongi would ever be okay with taehyung wandering around the house with nothing covering up his embarrassing boxers collection. (soonshim hadn’t run out to the door to welcome him home, probably hiding in his room out of embarrassment of her owner. yoongi’s envious of how easy it was for her to avoid the sight of one kim taehyung in spongebob squarepants boxers.)
“where the fuck are your pants?” crossing his arms when he stops next to his roommate’s leg, he glares down at a pants-less taehyung who grins back like his lack of bottoms was a typical occurrence in their house. (it wasn’t, not even when they got drunk off their asses.)
“hyung!” taehyung scrambles to pull himself up, leg nearly colliding with the side of yoongi’s head as he withdraws it and arms narrowly missing yoongi’s face as he pulls the older male into a one-sided hug. “i have no reason to put on pants anymore, i’m done with school forever!”
“you mean you’re done with school for this semester,” yoongi snorts and tries to tug himself out of the circle of taehyung’s arms (an actual struggle that he loses because fuck, taehyung was strong.) “you know you have a two week break, right?“
ignoring the older male’s question, taehyung pulls back to face him with a serious look on his face. “hyung, what do you say to a pants-free house? we should embrace the freedom from the societal need of staying clothed. our house, our rules.”
“fuck no,” yoongi wrinkles his nose, taking the moment of taehyung’s honest disappointment to pull away from the younger male. “our house, my rules. embarrassing underwear stays hidden, pants all the time.”
