#I need to know if swifties actually follow round this parts of town

[birf]

[yeehawyoongles]

Vine Drabble 5- Behave

Request:  May I request some fluff Taehyung x Reader with 6, 22, 50, please? 💕 Thank you very muccch 🤧

6- “Go back to sleep, and starve.”

22. “Bro I had a dream we fucked.”

50. “But you didn’t!”

Word count: 2.2k

-Let’s get this breaddddd- this is kinda cute though

-MASTERLIST-VINE PROMPTS AND REQUEST RULES-

You check your clock- it’s getting quite late, it’s almost 1am.  Yet, you were still sat at your desk, finishing your school work- last minute, as always.  You were winging your way through a history paper, rephrasing the words that your textbook threw at you, and chucking in a couple of phrases you’d picked up on in class, that you just knew came from some crappy documentary that your teacher had watched an hour before your class started, in fact, once they quoted a documentary you’d watched once when you couldn’t sleep.  The house is quiet, except for the mechanic sound of your fingers bashing into your keyboard as you enter your 30th ‘furthermore’.  You hear the front door close softly, who had gone out earlier to go out with his friends.  Knowing him, he was probably busting a lung at karaoke or something; you trust him not to do anything stupid.  As you’re typing away, you notice him mumbling- Is he talking to himself, or has he brought someone home?

He quietly comes up the stairs, and you’re sure that you can hear another set of footsteps approaching too, a lot more hefty than your brother’s.  You watch the door as the handle slowly sinks down, as to not wake anyone up but to also ask you if he can come in, which you tell him to, softly.  However, he doesn’t do that, and just peeks his head through the door.

“Hi,” He whispers, giving you a small smile. “You’re still working?” 

“Yup,” Your lips pop on the final consonant. “Last minute history paper that I completely forgot about, but I’m almost done, I guess.  You good? You know, Yoongi, you can come in, this is your room too, annoyingly.”

“Well, you find the money to get us a bigger house smartass,” Yoongi retorts.  He’s still standing with his head poking through the door, awkwardly.  “Anyways, I have a... situation.  I offered one of my friends a place to stay, he lives further out of town, and the buses stopped running to where he lives.  Do you mind if he sleeps in here? I’ll take the couch, we might stay up in here for a bit seeing that you’ve still got to finish your essay, we’ll be quiet.” He shuffles awkwardly behind the door, like he needs to pee.”

“That’s fine, I mean, I don’t mind sleeping downstairs either, I actually fit on the sofa, too,” You offer, yawning. “Honestly I might just fall asleep on this desk at this point.”

Yoongi chuckles. “No no, don’t worry about doing that, I’m asking for a big enough favour as it is.  Thank you so much.  You’re the best, I really mean it.”   He opens the door wider so that he can come in. the compliments he gave you seems... out of character to you, as if he’s hiding something.  However, the catch of this favour doesn’t take you too long to figure out.

A figure follows him through the door, and it takes you a moment to process who it was. “Woah woah woah, what the fuck Yoongi?” You whisper loudly, staring at him with wide, angry eyes. “Why does this have to be the friend that you bring home?” 

“Shh,” Your brother approaches you, giving his friend an apologetic look. “Show some empathy for once, okay? Would you want me to walk all the way out to the countryside late at night, especially when the weather is cold like it is now?? Push whatever issues you have against Taehyung aside, I don’t know what he did to upset you but I can assure you that he’s a good enough guy.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” You snap, your eyes still angry.

“Well, I thought about telling you but-”

“But you didn’t!” You almost yell. “Look, I know I can hold a grudge but I’m not evil enough to not let him stay here, I get it, it’s fine.” You say, your voice more quiet.

“You, uh, might want to tell that to your face.” Taehyung intercepts for the first time tonight, taking a slight step forwards and gesturing towards the mirror on your desk.  You take a look in it, only to find your mouth shaped in a frown and your eyebrows furrowed.  Thus, you forcefully relax your face and try to smile, turning around to Taehyung.

“Sorry, no one should have to go walking around this late, make yourself comfortable.” Your smile becomes more false as you speak, your eyes growing wide.

“Uh... Thank you so much, hahah.” Taehyung gives you a wide, boxy smile, which is admittedly cute, but you refuse to give in, settling on rolling your eyes so hard that your whole body rotates and sits back in your desk chair.

“Do whatever you guys do, I have work to finish.”

The two boys go into the bathroom to brush their teeth and change.

“So how’d you piss off my sister?” Yoongi asks before he put his toothbrush in his mouth.

“Hm,” Taehyung thinks back to pinpoint the cause as he takes his tshirt off, swifty replacing it with a borrowed pyjama top from Yoongi. “I think... I think this dates back to the first time I came round here,” Yoongi nods, encouraging Taehyung to continue with the story. “I went into the kitchen so that I could get a glass of water, and treated myself to some ice, too.  While I  was getting ice out of the freezer, your sister walked in... But I didn’t hear her, and, in my defence, was unaware that you even had a sister, so I turned around to find this girl that I’d never seen standing behind me getting something from the cupboard, and I uh.. freaked out,” Taehyung waves his hands up in the air above him. “I spilt my ice cold water and it went all over her.  Then, rightfully, she shouted at me and got super upset.”

“That was very detailed,” Yoongi mumbles under the foamy toothpaste filling his mouth, spitting it out moments later. “But I remember the yelling, and you seeming a little sad. I think something happened to her at school that day, or she was PMS, who knows... she’s just- ‘unique’,” He gestures speech marks with his fingers, talking quietly. “Also, she likes to hold a grudge.  She’s still pissed about some toy of hers I broke when I was 10.  Only thing you can really do is apologise.”

“I’ve tried to apologise on a couple of ocasions since, but she just glares at me and flips me off,” The younger boy shrugs his shoulders, a frown forming on his face.  After all, he really just wants to get along with you, knowing that you’re such a big part of your brother’s life.  Also, he thinks you’re kinda cute but you don’t know that, and Yoongi definitely doesn’t know it.

“I don’t know man, I mean we’re talking about the girl who punched her crush in the stomach when she was six,” Yoongi chuckles at the mystery that is you. “Who knows what goes on in her mind.  Wouldn’t be surprised if she likes you too.” Taehyung’s face lights up a tad, but not so much to give anything away to your brother.

After you sprinkle in a few more ‘therefores’ and type up a quick conclusion, you shut your computer down and let out a deep sigh of satisfaction and fatigue.  You swivel your chair around to face the two boys, who smell of mint toothpaste.

“Right,” You stand up, placing your hands on the tops of your legs. “I’m done.  We can all get a couple hours of sleep in before we have to get up and go to school, and, whatever you guys do.”

“Okay,” Yoongi mumbles. “Taehyung, sleep in my bed, you’re our guest.  And you,” He turns to point an accusatory index finger towards you. “Behave.  I want my friend to leave this place in the same state that he was in when he came in, okay?”  You nod firmly in response, maintaining eye contact with him through your glare. Yoongi approaches you and gives you a gentle hug.  “Night.” He greets the two of you as he exits the room, his slumber awaiting him.

“Unfair!” Taehyung whines. “Why don’t I get a hug??” A playful frown appears on his face.

You scoff in response.  “Really? That’s what’s so unfair about this whole situation? Because I would say it’s the fact that us two have to share a room!” You try and keep your voice quiet so that your brother doesn’t hear your complaints.

“Hey! I’ve told you before, I’m sorry!” The playful frown on Taehyung’s face is now a lot more serious, you can feel his frustration.  However, you are painfully stubborn and you’ve made a habbit out of holding grudges, no matter how strong your feelings were for a person.

You take a deep breath. “Just go to sleep, Tae.”

Taehyung looks defeated as he turns around and walks to Yoongi’s bed, but before he gets in, his body pauses.

“What did you just call me?” He asks, a big smirk across his face. You pause too, with one leg inside of your bed, the realisation hitting you that you had just used his pet name.

“Shut up.  Go to bed.” You say as you lay yourself in bed comfortably, Taehyung doing the same moments later, before dozing off to sleep.

Well, at least you did.

Taehyung didn’t understand how you were sleeping so soundly, the bed was so so, so,uncomfortable. No matter if he slept on his side, on his back, hugging a pillow, he just couldn’t get to sleep.

Your sleep too sounds... disturbed.  Taehyung turns to face you, finding a sheet of sweat covering your skin as you thrash around, your mouth slightly agape as soft whimpers escape it.  As Taehyung tries to figure your flustered state out, you turn to face away from him, whining.

Taehyung is now worried about what your dreaming about.  It was either super good, or super bad.  Even if the former was true, he wasn’t prepared to listen to your fantasies about getting fucked by... Whoever, otherwise it could be problematic for him.  And he was not prepared to get himself off in his best friend’s bed, beause he was listening to his sister.  The only option, he at least thinks, was to wake you up.

As he get’s up from Yoongi’s bed and starts to approach you, he hears you say something that he really wasn’t expecting; “T-Taehyung!” That stops him right in his tracks.  He double checks and sees that you’re definitely still asleep. Could it be...? No, it’s probably a nightmare.  He perseveres and carries on walking towards you, crouching down to gently shake your shoulder.

“Hey, wake up..” He whispers, gently.  When you feel his cold hand touching your bare arm, you are swiftly dragged back into consciousness.

You yell at the cool touch, and then at how close Taehyung’s face was to yours, given the dream you just had.

“Do you, do you really hate me that much?” He asks, with the same sullen expression he fell asleep with.

“What?” You respond, your voice croaky and your head still dizzy with sleep and confused emotions.

“You said my name in your sleep, it was a nightmare right?” Your eyes widen as you begin to remember the details of your dream, how he looked at you then, and how he touched you... “You looked as if you were in pain, has your hatred for me been drilled into your unconscious?”

See, if you were fully awake and understood what the hell was going on, then you would just say yes.  You really did hate him that much.   Your groggy, sleepy brain, on the other hand, knew no better.

“No, bro, I had a dream we fucked” You state, matter-of-factly.  Taehyung’s eyes were growing just as wide as yours, as realisation hit him, as it did you, and you regret your blunt confession as  your brain wakes up.

“You- what?” Taehyung looks you straight in the eye, trying to hide his excitement.

“I did not just say that out loud...” You sigh, laying back, and put your pillow over your head.  Taehyung takes the pillow froom you and leans into you. 

“Do you, by any chance, like me? Hm?” He could no longer hide his huge, boxy smile as he speaks, still keeping eye contact with you, until you break it off.

“Ugh,” you groan.” “Please, just go back to sleep and starve. I don’t want to talk about it.” You roll onto your side so that you’re facing away from him again.

“Fine, but I’m taking that as a yes,” Taehyung giggled, and your heart melted a little at the sound. “Good night, sweet dreams.” He grabs your shoulders and turns you around so that you were on your back again, giving you a soft, quick kiss on the lips before getting up and making his way to Yoongi’s bed.  You can feel your face turning crimson at the spontaneous act, grateful that the room was dark.  Slowly, for the first time in a while, a smile makes its way to your face, unknowingly matching the expression of the boy lying on the other side of the room.