"I highly doubt you'll end up with strings attatched to a person like me"

"What's wrong with a person like you?"  I ask.

"I do stuff that people don't like. I don't do relationships or couple shit. But sex is ok,"

He stretched his arms laying back on the bed, he then crosses his arms over his chest not seeming to notice that he still hadn't covered up the rest of him.

"Are you going to put some clothes on or...?" I trailed off trying to avert my eyes from his dick.

"Why? I'm not embarrassed. Why can't I be naked in my own home?"

"Because you have a guest who is very embarrassed!" I whine staring off to the other side of his room where he left his jacket.

"Earlier you begged for it so you can put up with it now," He chuckles crossing his arms behind his head smugly

"I never asked you to strip. You did that on your own!" I complain finally looking over to him.

"So you wanted me to fuck you with clothes on?" He chuckles, "No but I don't want to look at your naked body when I'm trying to talk,"

"Why? So sexy it's distracting?" I roll my eyes at his question, "No, and you're so toned it's disturbing. You've passed sexy at this point,"

"Least I've not got puppy fat" he pokes me in the side, "Least I have fat. Do you even eat?" I poke his thigh.

"Yes I do eat. I just work it off before it becomes fat," He pokes my thigh back.

"What do you want to work out for?" I ask slapping his hand away as he starts pinching at the fat on my thigh.

"I work out so I look good," I turn towards him trying to find a decent bit of fat to pinch on his body, "But who do you need to look good for? Seems like it takes a lot of effort,"

"I look good for me because I can" He flexes his arm in front of me, "Get your muscular ass arm out of my face, I will bite you"

"Wanna feel it?" He chuckles flexing it further, I leaned forward biting into his muscle.

He raises an eyebrow not moving his arm, "Having fun there baby?"

I bite harder groaning in annoyance that my method of punishment was failing.

He flicks my forehead causing me to stop, I pout crossing my arms. "What was that for?" I mumble wiping spit from my mouth.

"You left teeth marks in my arms that's Why," He wipes his arm against my shoulder.

"Ew stop, besides I warned you!" I use the blanket draped over my lap to rub my shoulder.

"Well didn't your mother ever teach you, you shouldn't bite?"

"She said I can bite when dickheads start flexing their obnoxiously muscular arms in my face,"

"Just because your jealous," he coos with a chuckle, "Why should I be jealous? Your skin is so tight you're like an alien,"

"My ass and muscles are tight. Unlike your little tooshie and your puppy fat" he grins a squared smile laughing a little.

"Don't insult my ass. Small is better than flabby," I mumble as I start scanning the floor for my underwear.

"I never insulted it. Only called it small. There is hardly an ass there. It's adorable,"

"Like yours is any better." I'm about to make another sarcastic comment when I'm interrupted by a loud growl from my stomach.

"Hungry?" He asks amused, he stands up pulling some underwear from a set of draws in the room.

"Yes..." I watch him put underwear and some sweatpants on before tossing mine over to me.

"You can see if there is anything you like in the fridge, just don't touch my fancy ham,"

"If there's nothing else I like I'll just eat the fridge," I quickly put my underwear on and follow him out the door.

"Better not. I just got that mother fucker; it has an ice dispenser," He goes past an area full of equipment like weights and exercise machines before he walks into the kitchen.

"Couldn't have costed as much as all that bloody exercise equipment," I groan suddenly becoming self conscious about my body again.

"Well I earned the money and having it here is cheaper then going to the gym everyday," he opens his fridge pulling out carton of juice.

"... You think I could try it sometime?" I mutter trying to ignore my stomach and avoid contact with the fridge.

Taehyungs goes behind me sliding his hands over my stomach "You look fine" He kisses a spot on the back of my neck.

"Easy for you to say, you're the fittest person I've ever met,"

He sucks the spot he kissed, "You look fine. You just aren't toned. You're skinny"

"Skinny is ugly, I'm not the good kind of skinny either, I'm bony and flabby," I look down at his muscular arms on my stomach.

"You have a great body. I wouldn't have fucked you otherwise," His tounge runs on the back of my neck on the spot he was showing attention to.

"I like to think you want to fuck me for at least a little more than my body but that doesn't change the fact I hate it,"

"I also fucked you because you have an attitude that I like. But ask anyone, you are still smoking hot"

I feel his chin press onto my shoulder as he leans on me, "I hate my body though, nothing will change that,"

"Hmm maybe you just need someone to keep reminding you. Your friend Namjoon seems like a guy that could do that for you,"

"What I need is to go on a diet, stop laying around and go to the gym,"

"You're skinny enough. You don't need a diet,"

"It'll just help get rid of some of this fat,"

"Get a gym membership, you don't need to lose it, tone it up," He gently nibbles the back of my neck.

"I don't know if I can afford it though, Subway doesn't pay well and if I don't go after I buy it then it'll be a lot of money wasted. Besides, don't have enough motivation, I always give up,"

"Do you wanna look good?" He moves to stand in front of me, "Yes, why?"

"Then that's all the motivation you should need," he winks before walking to the fridge.

"But it isn't, I stress eat and get too lethargic even to move,"

"Simple. Don't stress eat. Stress work out. It's what I do"

"Working out is stressful how does that work?"

"Working out is not stressful you just need to get what called a runners high, makes you feel great,"

I give him a doubtful glare before shaking my head, "Only dancers and gymnasts have bodies like yours, I know from experience."

"Well, Your experience doesn't lie," he shrugs eating some sort of salad he had in his fridge.

"... This sucks" I pout turning to lean on the counter, "What sucks? Well beside from you earlier"

"I miss my old body and it's come to the point I have so little friends that I'm ranting about it to a stranger I just slept with,"

"Well maybe you should get out more?"

"Don't want to, too depressing. I'd almost gotten over it until I saw you," I groan, lightly slapping his arm.

"Well you shouldn't have body envy. It's not a good look," He shrugs.

"Well you should shut me up when I start moping." I take Tae's phone from the counter opening Instagram.

I start scrolling through old photos from my old account, pouting at the pictures of my body.

He glances over my shoulder "No way that's you..."

"I know right..." I open a picture taken as I was dancing.

"You were hot" He teases poking me, "And fit, and happy, and not working at a bloody subway," I roll my eyes putting his phone back on the counter.

"Well I can tell your a guy that likes a foot long" He coos, "I can bring you a 2 inch?" I coo back.

He sighs shaking his head, "What do you think of this guy?" I nudge the phone over to him, showing Taehyung a picture of me and Jimin together.

"Him?" He presses his lips together glancing away quickly, "He's pretty cute,"

"Think he'd make a good Subway employee?" I smile bitterly.

"Don't seem his style," He chuckles sitting down on the sofa, I stick my tongue out at him.

"Well he was supposed to give up dancing with me but changed his mind after he was offered a job. He left me! He didn't even tell me who hired him!"

"I'm sure he had good reason. Sometimes it's hard to give up what you like,"

"I gave it up for Namjoon though. Of course it was hard. But now I'm a flabby broke guy ranting his problems to a stranger who couldn't give less of a shit. I could've been a dancer!"

"Well show me some moves if you can dance," He stands up moving to give me room.

"I was just moping I'm not ready to be tested..." I feel myself blush as he stares at me expectantly.

"Why? scared?" He teases with a grin. "No. Just been a while... A long while... What dance anyway?"

"Dunno, pick a song. I'll get it up on youtube"

"Anpanman...?" I mumble desperately trying to remember the moves and not humiliate myself.

"I know that one," He says getting up the song he plays it placing it on the side, "Why don't you do it with me then?" I say getting into the starting position.

"Sure. If you wanna be shown up," he stretches his arms and legs waiting for the chorus. "... Sit down."

"Fine, fine, fine," he sighs sitting on he kitchen counter, I start dancing as the chorus plays, trying to make it look like I'm not trying hard so it's less embarrassing when I fail.

He sighs, "Your shoulders are slouched, keep you back straight,"

"Shut up," I mutter still trying to dance along to Jungkook's part. "For someone who hasn't danced in two years I think I'm good,"

"No you're shit," He chuckles, He gets off the counter goinging in for Jimin's bit. He held his arms in a strong man pose his hips gracefully but agressivly rotating.

"I hate you... Jimin said the guy who hired him wanted me there too you know. Jimin isn't shit,"

"But you haven't danced so your moves have become sloppy" I pout flopping onto his chest.

"I know~ Stop reminding me. I fucked up my chance at doing something I love for a living just cause Namjoon's good with his words,"

"Well, can't change the past so no point moaning about It,"

"Of course there's a point. Means I get to bore you with my stupid decisions, and it reminded me I should try get back in touch with Jimin... It made me hate myself even more too. So ha loads of points,"

"Well, I could always kick you out if you bore me," I look at him giving him my best puppy dog eyes, "Or you could let me stay so I don't go and murder Namjoon for ruining my life~"

"Well, I've got to go to work soon. So you've got about 10 minutes"

"... I could stay here and tidy while you're gone?"

"I don't get back until late. So you might as well go," I take his wrists, wrapping them around my waist, "Please feel sorry for me Tae~"

"Sorry, ain't your pitty party," He chuckles, "But I haven't had a pitty party in so long, please just a little bit of empathy?"

He pats my shoulder, "There, there,"

"I'll take it, thanks Taehyung. Thanks for helping me too,"

"Your welcome. Be free to call to arrange this again," He winks with a grin, "Which bit should I look forward to more? The sex or moping for half an hour until you need to work,"

"Definitely the sex," He leans against the counter grinning, "Hm, for you, but I've had this shit bottled up for far too long,"

"Sex and ranting what could be better?"

"Exactly," I walk over to a messy pile of clothes in the corner and start sniff testing them.

"The hell are you doing?" He chuckles walking behind me pinching my butt.

"Cleaning, when you get back from work this place will be spotless," I wrinkle my nose up at a particularly disgusting shirt, throwing it into a pile of dirty clothes I started making.

"Nope," He closes his hand around my wrists pulling me towards the door, "Noooo," I try to pull away from him, "Come on it's free Labour,"

"Nope it's weird. You're going." He opens the door moving me outside, he blocks the door with his body.

"Please don't make me go back~"

He pecks my lips, "Bye."

"... I'm gonna wait here. You could've come back to a clean apartment!"

"You better go or I'll call the police. Ok?"

"... And I'll say you stole my stuff and tried to make me go home in my underwear,"

"Get dressed and go ok? No cleaning,"

"Fine. Only cause if I annoy you anymore you might not let me come back here... But at least recommend a hotel..."

"There is a Premier Inn down the road" He says with a sigh, "Thanks, I appreciate it~" I smile at him running in to grab my clothes quickly.

"Be safe," He says after I've gotten dressed, "I'll try, could you call me after work?"

"I get back at about 2 in the morning,"

"What's that got to do with calling me?"

"Will you even be awake?" He chuckles.

"Probably not but my phone will wake me up, it's worth a shot," I grin at him before walking down the corridor, "Good luck at work! Call me!"

"Maybe," He calls after me shutting the door.