damn it took me like three hours to make

Baritone

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader
Rating: Mature
Genre: Slightly smutty
Word count: 4,201

A/N: Request for Anon!! I hope you enjoy it! 

You lean against the doorway, arms crossed and exhaling with a heavy sigh at the sight before you – Jeon Jungkook, lady/man killer, manchild, and ruthless lawyer sprawled out on the bathroom floor. He’s got his face pressed to the porcelain base of the toilet, one arm dangling lifelessly over the open bowl and the other twisted at his side with his phone in a loose hold. He’s fully dressed (unlike the last time you found him like this) excluding his socks, but you decided it was better if you didn’t question it. He’s out cold, dead weight that you wouldn’t be able to move even if you wanted to. He had come home about a half an hour prior, dragging his feet and giggling as he stumbled out of the entrance way. Jungkook had come to where you were lounging on the couch, pressing his cheek against the top of your head and slinging his limp arms over your shoulders in a makeshift hug. He muttered into your hair something about a peach and a hot guy before abruptly pulling away. He raced off to the bathroom as quickly as his jelly-esque legs could manage and you thanked god that his meal wasn’t on your head as he hurled into the toilet.  

With one last glance you turn on your heel, shaking your head “Nope. Not dealing with that,” You mumble as you find your way back to the couch. You were determined to finish the newest episode of your favourite anime before sunrise. Perhaps it was mean to leave him there because he would definitely wake up more than sore and probably bitch you out, but he had it coming; He ate all your snacks in the cupboard, and you don’t take lightly to those who eat what isn’t theirs.

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Another reason why I hate the SATs

For our non-American friends, the SATs are these bullshit exams you need to take in order to be even considered for most colleges in the U.S. So, taking them and scoring well on them is a huge frikkin’ deal.

The first time I took the SAT, I had to wake up at some ungodly hour and was driven to this damn school in God-knows-where to take a four-hour exam. So I’m already not in a good mood.

The Critical Reading and Writing sections of the SAT were always my least favorite parts (another reason why I think it is bullshit, why do you need basically two English sections out of three total sections? Wtf? If someone sucks at English, such as myself, it makes me look like I’m not a good student when I literally excel at everything else). So I literally panic every time those sections come up.

At the exam site, the proctors are these two white guys.

So I get to one of those sections, and I try writing on and underlining the passage, when one of the proctors comes up to me and says I can’t write in the test booklet. Are you fucking serious? I have been taking practice tests for almost a year now, YOU ARE ALLOWED TO WRITE IN THE TEST BOOKLET. So, I panic even more. How am I suppose to answer the questions without any notes? Or underlining? Or circling? Or using any of the skills I was taught. So, I freak out, and I KNOW I am not gonna score well on 2/3 of the test.

Whoop dee frikkin’ woo, this same asshole proctor comes to me later during the test after several sections saying “Oops, apparently you can write in the booklet.” By then, my brain is all frazzled and I already had a mental breakdown, and most of the test is already done. So, it was fucking useless.

What confused me was that I was pretty sure he saw a lot of other kids (the students taking the test at this school were predominately white) writing in the test booklet. So I wondered, “How come he didn’t approach anyone else?” But, I didn’t think too much of it because I was freaking out. 

A few hours later, we had a bathroom break. I got up to go to the door, when the same asshole proctor said “Guys wait, listen to me before you go.” So, I stop. Guess what happens several seconds after I CLEARLY AND OBVIOUSLY stopped. The other damn proctor grabs me and says “WAIT!” He grabbed on to my sweater and would not let go while the other proctor was giving his announcement. It’s not like I was still walking and leaving after the guy said he needed to make an announcement. I stopped, and this other proctor grabs me like I was a kid. He clenched on to my sweater and balled it up like I was two years old or like I was a damn animal. Wtf? Is everything a petting zoo for you? Is everything and everyone up for grabs? 

What bothers me a lot too is the fact that a girl that came and took the test with me saw what happened and she said she was soooooo jealous that he held on to me because he was hot (to me, he honestly looked like a bleached ghost with bad hygiene but w/e). Wtf?

I just hate how I get treated sometimes. 

-Mod R