When Words Come Alive - [A Taehyung FF]

Chapter 1 [Whipped Cream Can]

"Y/N!"

"Y/N, don't make me come up there!" your mom yelled, loud enough for another planet to hear.

An annoyed sound came from you, who slowly opened your eyes, and tried, but failed, to blow away the hair that had sneaked in front of your head throughout your sleep. 

The sun shined brightly through your white curtains, making you in an automatic better mood, making you want to stand up immediately and even go for a morning walk! 

Syke.

Yet another day of rain was waiting for you, and you were more then happy that your parents just recently moved closer to your school, so you didn't have to go the usual road that took 45 minutes. Now you only had to walk for 5 minutes, and your school was right in front of you. Even though that being the situation, it did not help the fact that you always woke up late. It just made you stay awake even later, writing on your fan-fictions.

A loud bang was heard, as you once again, fell of your bed because of the duvet trapping your legs. Swearing at the duvet as you slowly stood up, you aggressively took the duvet off of you, and threw it at the bed. You walked towards the mirror, stopping at once as you realised something strange was in your room.

"What in the world..."

You walked closer to the mirror, and waved your hand, to see the monster following your steps exactly. 

"Oh my Jesus Christ, IS THAT ME?!" You put both her hands on the mirror as you stared at your own reflection.

"My god, I need to begin taking care of myself." You took your hairbrush from the table besides the mirror and began brushing your hair, as you slowly started speaking to yourself. A thing you do every morning and night.

"I'll begin tomorrow. I mean, I'm so busy today so... Yeah, tomorrow."

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One eternity and 100 different kind of faces of pain later, you were finally done brushing your hair, and putting on your school uniform.

The school you went to didn't have a uniform, but you always wore sweatpants and oversized hoodies to school, because you felt most comfortable that way. And honestly, if the boys can't handle this, then they definitely cannot handle the sexyness of when you really try.

Looking once more in the mirror, you confirmed that your brown hair, which when to your hip, where flat as your ass, and that your green eyes where as lifeless as they always where, and that your freckles was still as visible as they where in second grade.

"Yes! Once again she rocks the look of looking as a dead fish!"

Giving yourself a very odd compliment, you walked downstairs to be greeted by your mother who had made pancakes for breakfast.

"Finally you're up Y/N. Grab a pancake and let's go!"

Though you lived a 5 minute walk from school, you would never say no to a free ride to school. Lazy is your life quote.

You grabbed a pancake and remembered the almost empty whipped cream can in your fridge, as you grabbed that as well and walked out to your mom.

"Seriously Y/N, you're bringing that with you?"

Mouth full of whipped cream and pancake, while holding a whipped cream can, a school bag and trying to buckle your seatbelt, you looked at your mother with serious eyes.

"Yes. Whipped cream is God's gift to us earth people who should be grateful for such an empowering gift."

Your mother looked away while laughing.