Tae is a bored college student with too much energy, JK is an idol who wants a look at normal life -or to spy so he can see how his fans like his new album...
With a deep scan on stan Instagram, they both come across something called "Kpop penpaling...
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Upon walking into the apartment complex, Taehyung already felt out of place in his casual sweats. But he didn't care. Jeongguk needed him. It's a little strange, he thought earlier, that someone as big as him would need help from someone like himself, but then he remembered they were friends. And friends help friends. No matter what. So here Taehyung was, looking completely out of place with his hood hanging over his head, careful of any reporters that may be in disguise, and making his way to the elevator which would bring him to one of the top floors.
Not only was he worried about going to a new place, his hands were sweating in his pockets as he thought about Jeongguk. He's never texted him like that before, so abrupt and straight forward. It worried him.
Apartment 503...right in front of him. Deep breaths, he thought. Deep breaths.
He rang the doorbell. Silence.
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"Hey Tae." Taehyung looked up at the sound of his voice, putting his phone into his pocket. The doorbell must work.
"Hey..." he trailed off, his features scrunching together as he took in the dark circles around the younger's swollen eyes, posture sagging in on itself. "Oh my gosh, Gguk, are you okay?! You know what? Don't answer that, it's obvious you're not. But why did you call me? It's ten o'clock, you should be sleeping-...what?" Taehyung stopped once he saw the first tear fall down his cheek, a little smile accompanying it. The juxtaposition threw him off, as though the tears couldn't help but slip out, the idol's exhausted state betraying the strong front he was trying to uphold.
