taehyung was indeed fond of rain, but he was most certainly not fond of thunderstorms.

of course, he knew he would get used to the sounds of thunder crackling the sky soon enough. but for now, thunderstorms were possibly the absolute bane of his existence. not only did they rupture taehyung's mind into near insanity, it caused the earth to tremble fearfully, which is not a package he would buy. 

they were nearly the opposite of the rain he grew addicted to, with the tame and temperateness of streaming showers, while thunderstorms deafened his hearing so much. it really wasn't gracious to be suddenly awakened from a deep sleep by the cacophonous sound of blinding thunder. he put on an unpleasant frown, huddling up within his blankets even more as he listened to the rumbling outside his window.

suddenly, his phone emitted a sound, indicating that he had a notification. he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion; why would there be a notification on his phone at 3 a.m. for him, much less a notification at all? he groaned tiredly, swinging his arm lazily around his body and onto his nightstand. he dragged his hand slowly around the wood, trying to find his phone and grasping it between his fingertips when he finally felt it.

he brought it to his face, forgetting that the brightness on it was set to a pretty high level for some reason. he pressed the home button only to be greeted with blinding vision, his eyelids immediately shutting themselves and squinting harshly.

"fuck," he grumbled deeply, waiting until the sudden flash from his eyes vanished.

with his eyes still scrunched up, he quickly lowered the brightness on his phone and tried to make out what was showing up.

thicc™;
get ur lazy ass up

taehyung gritted his teeth, attempting to type on his keyboard to reply to jimin through his blurry vision, who was awake for whatever reason.

you;
dude y r u awake

thicc™;
did u just dude zone me

you;
im in a petty mood rn stfu

thicc™;
smh arent u always petty tho

you;
answer the goddamn question

thicc™;
damn ok fine
pickle dick is here

you;
dont call yoongi pickle dick
when u know he tops u

thicc™;
dont expose me

you;
im always on tht tea 24/7 honey
so whats the actual issue here

thicc™;
yA BF IS ALSO HERE IDK Y hELP
jUST get over heRE

you;
we're not bfs dumbass

thicc™;
*****yet

you;
whatever
i'll be there soon so sit ur ass down on
pickle dick or something

thicc™;
u cANT CALL HIM THT

you;
i can when im not in a
relationship with him lmao

thicc™;
fuck u

you;
love u too

taehyung set his phone aside, groaning quietly at the thought of having to stand from his irresistibly comfortable position from the bed. he rolled around in his blankets frustratedly, debating whether or not he should bail on or actually abide by jimin's request in the depths of his jumbled up thoughts.

'jimin is fine without me. but what if he panics around jeongguk from the awkwardness?' he argued. 'i'm sure yoongi will keep him safe. but what if yoongi leaves early and he's left alone with jeongguk? what if it's so awkward that jeongguk leaves? then i won't have to go! but then jimin might be upset because he didn't get to talk much with jeongguk. what if-'

thunk!

taehyung felt a sharp pain run through his back and he looked up, only to find that he had fallen off his bed.

'guess i'm going, then.'

~~~

the ringing of the doorbell reverberated throughout taehyung's ears as he waited patiently for the door to swing open. after not-so-graciously falling off his bed, he decided to dress up in casual clothing and headed out in a drowsy state. he expected nothing but to be welcomed with jimin in a disorganized fashion and yoongi sitting on the couch, not caring whatsoever. 

he was somewhat greeted with that, but he also didn't expect jeongguk to be cooking eggs at 3 a.m.

"oh. hey taehyung," yoongi called out, lazily waving a hand at him as if to acknowledge his existence.

"hey." taehyung waved back as well, knowing full well that yoongi saw it even if he was scrolling through his phone.

he walked past jimin, inhaling the familiar scent of eggs being fried on a pan. he definitely didn't expect him to be cooking at all. he stood beside his best friend, skeptical of the surprisingly calm ambience within the house.

he leaned into jimin's ear, mischievously whispering, "so, how was pickle dick's lap?"

that had jimin blushing like fully blossoming roses as the former smacked taehyung's shoulder harshly. a slight hiss made its way out of the younger's mouth as he grinned lightly from jimin's reaction. 

"for your information, his ass was extremely comfortable on my lap," yoongi suddenly hollered out, surprising the two who were still standing.

"yoongi! we have a freaking guest, you can't just-"

"it's fine," jeongguk interrupted jimin as he exited out of the kitchen with a plate in his hand and eggs stuffed in his mouth. "i've heard worse, don't worry."

"tch, whatever," jimin mumbled. "anyways, now that we're all here, what do you guys wanna do?"

taehyung raised his eyebrows in sudden confusion. what, did jimin expect him to say something? he was never the type to engage in the conversation first. he felt an elbow poke him lightly, and he looked up to see jimin staring at him cheekily, as if pleading to go along with it.

being the greatest best friend he was, he sighed and decided against his gut to speak. "i don't know what you guys wanna do, but i'm crashing on jimin's bed. night."

jimin had instantly given taehyung an offended stare, as if the latter had dramatically betrayed him. he didn't technically, since he had spoken at least one sentence, and that was enough to be processed within their brains. he just didn't like talking, in all honesty. it required too much effort sometimes.

his feet padded along the flooring, reaching the bedroom door that he was so familiar with over the years. swinging it open, he was met with nothing but the usual: dirty clothes scattered everywhere, bed not made properly, and food wrappers all piled up within the trashcan near his computer. it was something that jimin would exist to do; taehyung would know.

he jumped on his best friend's bed nonchalantly, hugging the pillow his head laid on for comfort. he let out a breath he never knew he was holding in, finally experiencing some sort of relaxation flowing throughout his body. jimin's bed was like absolute heaven, and he had even conjured up the thought of stealing it for his usage. silk-ridden pillows and soft blankets gave him the utmost of amenity, whereas his own mattress contained a mundane normality to it, which he wasn't the fondest of.

the seconds turned only into minutes after what seemed like an eternity to taehyung. no one could really blame him when relief was seeping into his veins. he was beginning to think jeongguk and yoongi had left when he had heard the faint sound of a door opening and closing somewhere outside of jimin's bedroom. he could finally revel in the silken materials on him.

but alas, luck was never on taehyung's side.

someone just had to open the door, abruptly ruining his reserved sleeping moment. he sighed, clearly upset with the individual who had interrupted his quieted slumber. "jimin, i'm not in the mood right now-"

"nice try, but i'm not jimin," a deeper voice overtook him by surprise.

taehyung looked up from the laying position he was in, turning his attention towards an unimpressed jeongguk.

"oh, it's you," he groaned out, returning to his previous location of covering himself with blankets and leisurely placing his head on the pillow.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"whatever you want it to mean. did yoongi already leave?"

"yeah, but jimin said to go fetch him something in his room and i found you here, and now here we are."

"then go get it already," he blatantly stated, tucking himself into the warmth even more and letting his eyes fall victim to sleep again.

all he could hear was the sound of shuffling from jeongguk, probably in a hurry to find whatever bullshit jimin needed. or maybe the latter just wanted to set the youngest up and situate him here with himself to 'socialize with him,' which was even more bullshit. there was by no means or way he was going to even remotely utter a single word to an overly handsome, probably arrogant and selfish jerk like him-

"hey, could you pass me that necklace? i think that's the thing jimin wanted," jeongguk's request brought him back to the dreadful place of reality. he peaked his eyes open and looked to where jeongguk's finger was pointing to.

"why don't you go get it yourself?" taehyung replied with a feisty tone.

"because the shelf is next to your head and i don't wanna freak you out by reaching over you and making you feel like a fucking demon is breathing on your neck like one of those awful horror movies."

taehyung sneered, but he knew deep down that he would've laughed at that. setting his bothersome thoughts aside, he reached his hand above him, placing it with not much gusto within him on the shelf and searching around for metal to touch his skin. once he felt the familiar texture of a chain, he latched onto it with haste and held it out in thin air between his fingers, obviously prodding jeongguk to take it.

it had been a few seconds already and taehyung's hand was starting to feel irritating in its steady hold. "well? are you gonna take it or what?"

"oh! oh, yeah, sorry," jeongguk spoke as if he was contemplating about something, which puzzled taehyung. he felt the necklace sliding across his flesh as it was received by the younger's hands gently. "it's just that i'm wondering why you're under the blankets right now. it's not really cold outside right now."

taehyung shushed up immediately, sighing only a few seconds after. he buried half of his face in the satisfying heat on top of him. "blankets keep me comfy, that's all."

"and?"

"and... so i can cover up my body."

"what?"

taehyung timidly scratched his hair, looking anywhere but towards jeongguk's gaze. "i mean, like because the blankets are really comfy and all! jimin's blankets are super soft."

"but covering your entire body seems a little overboard, don't you think?"

"a lot of people like covering their entire body with blankets, for your information." he tried to hide his melancholic smile through a slight chuckle.

"taehyung-"

"i-if you don't mind, i'd like to sleep now, jeongguk... so, i'd kinda like it if you left now."

jeongguk was completely vexed; what was taehyung hiding? he knew for a fact that the blankets just being comfortable wasn't the only reason he did this. he had so many questions, but not enough answers to complete them. not one to complain, he slowly made his way out, his footsteps thumping against the floor.

as he faced the bedroom door, he peered back at the stagnant male on the bed, covered by a layer of cushioned comfort. "hey, taehyung?"

"yea?"

"are you... feeling okay? like, are you just down in the dumps today or something?"

"..."

"..."

"i'm just kinda petty right now, okay?"

but something else told jeongguk otherwise.

~~~

its been almost a month hi ????

is anyone still alive here lol

school is a bitch and thts a whole fact smh

aLSO HIXTAPE IS COMING OUT ON MARCH 2ND MARK UR CALENDARS U UNEDUCATED SWINES