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BTS Taehyung Imagine: Roomates

Author Nim: I hope this stays Fluff but I do warn smut. I'm new to writing smut so if it's bad I'll probably keep it fluff. Doesn't mean everything here will me fluff. Prepare thou selves!

Rated: Smut -ish (nah.. It's fluff)

Scenario: Taehyung and you have moved in together as roommates. Being childhood friends, you view nothing wrong with this. Even so, living together will prove to leave a lot more sexual tension then the one intended in the first place.

P: Taehyung x Reader

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“I don't feel like it today,” you mumbled in your bed as a very annoyed Taehyung knocked on your door.

“Common Y/N! You promised!”

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Living with your once childhood friend seemed like a good idea at the time until you realised the actual challenges that came with that.

Not only were you stuck with a very hot, very flirty, and very sensual man, you were also stuck with your childhood crush and a classmate.

It wasn't easy at first either.

When you first moved in everything seemed simple.

Basic rules were put out, with a non restrictive curfew and a very easy going bill paying system.

Nothing seemed too special until the events of that one fateful day occurred.

The biggest and most basic rule had been broken the day the event occurred.

Or at least that's what you thought.

Taehyung had stepped foot in the kitchen which could only mean the end of the world itself.

Both you and him knew that he was bad at cooking, and that unspoken yet very important rule had been broken.

You were peaceful sleeping in your room when suddenly the sounds of cabinets being open caught your attention.

It was 2 AM and Taehyung was in the kitchen, your heavy eyes barely making out his figure in front of the stove as you walked out to see what the whole fuss was about.

The room was dark so you didn't notice what he was wearing (more like what he wasn't), much less what he was attempting to cook.

“Taehyung… We've already gone over this,” you groaned, walking over to flick the lights on.

Oh what a terribly pleasant mistake that was.

He was shirtless, in only his boxers with a hand in his crotch area while the other was on the counter where the paper towels were, next to the stove.

“Say no more,” was all that came out of your lips as you turned around to leave.

“Wait!! It's not what it looks like!” He yelled out, his voice sounding a bit constricted.

He later explained that while pulling his zipper down his……….got stuck and he began bleeding a bit and since he panicked, he ran to get something to clean himself with before it got on his boxers.

He first tried looking for bandages but failed so he looked for the next best thing.

Paper towels.

From then on it wasn't exactly the same.

Seeing him just made your body tingle.

You had seen him practically naked, his beautiful tan skin engraved in your memory.