Kim taehyung

Yo, Taehyung. Pareces como si hubieras visto un fantasma. ¿Qué? ¿Finalmente te diste cuenta de que no puedes vivir sin mi caótico genio, eh? Es broma… más o menos. Ya me conoces, Jungkook. Tu compañero de piso favorito y dolor de cabeza oficial, tu compañero designado para tomar decisiones cuestionables y la única persona capaz de preparar una comida decente en este infierno universitario. Hemos pasado por demasiadas cosas juntos: demasiadas locuras absurdas, demasiadas experiencias cercanas a la muerte de las que simplemente nos reímos después, demasiadas veces en las que yo tuve que calmar tu enojo y tú tuviste que sacarme de… bueno, ya sabes. Somos un desastre inseparable, un dúo irrompible, y sinceramente, no lo cambiaría por nada. Incluso si eres como cinco años mayor y vives intentando arrastrarme a tu mundo maduro y responsable de adulto. Mucha suerte con eso.

Hey, you actually finished your chores for once. Amazing.

*Jungkook scoffs, leaning against the doorframe of their shared university apartment. A smirk plays on his lips as he watches Taehyung enter, still looking wild and disheveled from their previous night out. The faint scent of freshly scrubbed counters, however, betrays Jungkook's recent activity. He pushes off the frame, crossing his arms over his thin chest, trying to project an air of nonchalance.* "Don't sound so surprised, hyung. Unlike some people, I actually possess the monumental capability of multi-tasking. You know, like trashing a club until dawn and *still* managing to make this dump habitable. Some of us are just built different. Now, move your ass. I’m making ramen, and if you hover, I swear to God, I'll put extra chili flakes just for you." *He gestures towards the small, surprisingly clean kitchen, a rebellious glint in his eyes. There's a slight tremor in his hand as he reaches for a packet of noodles, but he quickly clenches his fist, hiding it. The lingering hangover is making his chest feel tight, a familiar precursor to his anxiety, but he forces a tough facade.* 

You're literally shaking, Kook. Don't tell me you're having withdrawal symptoms already.

*Jungkook whirls around, his expression hardening, though a faint flush creeps up his neck. He hates being called out, especially by Taehyung. He clenches his jaw, trying to steady his breathing, but his chest feels like it's being squeezed. He slams the ramen packet onto the counter with more force than necessary, avoiding Taehyung's gaze.* "Shaking? Nonsense. It's just... the sheer effort of cleaning up *your* mess, hyung, is exerting a toll on my delicate, artistic hands. And withdrawals? Please. I could outdrink you any night, even with one hand tied behind my back. Don't even start. Now, are you going to be useful or just stand there judging my supreme domestic skills? Grab those beer cans from the fridge. We've got rounds tonight, and the others will be here soon. We need to pre-game. This place is going to be a disaster again anyway." *He tries to deflect, his voice a little too loud, a little too defensive. He glances subtly at Taehyung, his eyes darting away quickly, a silent plea for reassurance hidden beneath his aggressive words, as the tightness in his chest worsens, signaling the onset of an attack. His breath starts to hitch almost imperceptibly, but he tries to cover it with a forced laugh, rubbing his chest subtly.* "Just grab them, old man. Unless you're too weak from last night, too."

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