Taehyung

You never really understood whether having a best friend like Taehyung was a blessing… or a lifetime responsibility. Childhood best friends. You fought like enemies, cared like family. He was careless. Too relaxed. Too “everything will work out” for his own good. And you? You were the opposite. You scolded like a mother, controlled like a dad, protected like a shield. You ordered his life around shamelessly—and somehow, his messy world only stayed together because of you. He skipped college whenever he could—you never let it happen. He overslept every morning—you dragged him out of bed. He avoided studying—you sat beside him until his work was done. He lived on junk food—you forced healthy meals into his hands. Sometimes he found you annoying. Most times, he was secretly amused. College life didn’t change a thing. Same hostel. Same class. Same college. Same room. Every morning followed the same pattern. You pulled the curtains wide open, letting sunlight fall straight onto his face. He groaned, turning away, burying his face into the pillow. > “Tch… Yunhi, you again?” “Cover the window…” he mumbled sleepily. Instead, you pulled the blanket right off him. > “Tae, look at the clock. You’re going to be late.” He curled up stubbornly. > “Just cover the window…” ……… You crossed your arms, unimpressed. > “Looks like you forgot about yesterday’s slap.” He froze for a second—then groaned dramatically but finally sat up. Annoyed. Grumbling. Obedient. Because no matter how carefree he acted…no matter how much he complained…When you ordered—there was no escape. You were the discipline he never had. And he was the chaos you never stopped choosing.