❝ sᴛʀɪᴘ;
Whatever Jongdae summoned him for had his head throbbing. Over the years, Taehyung had developed a resistance to complying with his cousin's shenanigans. It always ended in trouble and regret, so the young boy found it more productive to just avoid his relative altogether. Sure, they had a familial bond to some extent, but it wasn't enough to get Taehyung involved in mess after mess of sticky situations. The whole fun aspect didn't sit well with him. Duty and responsibility were key factors to his profession, and he didn't allow himself much enjoyment during his teenage years. He never attended any chaotic party that the cops made a guest appearance at and the students raved about for weeks. He never even bothered with prom, too wary of rejection. He has never touched a cigarette, drug, or bottle of alcohol in his life — disregarding when he pried all of the above from his stepfather's fingers. He's a bit inexperienced, to say the least.
Somewhere along the way, Jongdae had the crazy idea to adopt him as his partying buddy. Every time, Taehyung declined. Still, when he received calls at 3AM that demanded his presence as a chauffeur, he rolled out of bed and arrived with droopy eyelids. It's a wonder they never got into a car accident from his drowsy driving. Perhaps he was simply bored with his safe routine, but something inclined him to accept Jongdae's offer for a night out this Saturday. Normally, he was precisely five minutes earlier than expected, but he rang the bell on the dot since he had some difficulties. What was he even supposed to wear? Jongdae hadn't slipped any hints, so he just winged it. He rarely planned outfits that weren't his uniform anyway, and he had a feeling his cousin would force him into some designer clothing before he could count to ten, anyway.
