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One Screw Short
→ Genres: Slice of life, crack, fluff, smut. Next door Neighbour!Taehyung needs help building a bed, and thank God you’re there. → Warnings: Smut, oral, sexting, phone sex, masturbation, unprotected sex, mild breathplay, Taehyung calls you a slut much more than once. → Word Count: 19k. → A/N: Thank you so much to my very wonderful and very incredible and very beautiful baby girl @wagicshop for making me such a beautiful banner. I am nothing if not in awe of you and your never ending talents. Also, I love you. Also, thank you again. Also, I would die without you.
It was seldom that sleep came to you very easily. That had just been a matter of truth since you could remember. Even when you were a child, you’d lay awake in bed at night, staring at the ceiling after your parents had tucked you in, making up stories in your head or humming songs quietly to yourself until sleep finally wrapped itself around you and tugged you into its depths. It was a nuisance at the very best. Especially on nights like tonight; Thursday nights to be precise. You had only one day left of work before the week was out, and the rules of sleep no longer mattered until Sunday evening rolled around. However, Thursdays were the worst for you because it was the day when the week of poorly handled sleep patterns and work stress caught up to you–which, in turn, made it even harder for sleep.
Which is why you had your Thursday night routine. You’d started it about four months earlier, and for the most part, it worked like a charm. You poured yourself a good two or three–but never more than three–glasses of a nice red wine that you would treat yourself to on the way home, and settle down with an episode of whatever drama you happened to be watching. After the credits rolled, you’d slip into the bath, your eyes lazily watching the bath bomb fizz away into nothing but pleasant scents and pretty colours. Once the water drained, you’d slip into your comfiest sleepwear; an old, worn out, tank top and a pair of comfy shorts. With that, you’d cozy up into the freshly washed covers and sheets and read however many pages of your book it took to slip into a deep and comforting sleep.
Normally, there was no issue. You had your routine down to a science and for the last however many Thursdays that you’d utilized it, it had worked. However, earlier this afternoon, you’d noticed a few stacks of boxes next to the door of the previously vacant apartment directly next to yours. This was notable because now, at whatever the fuck o’clock, with the moon hanging bright and tauntingly directly in your window, you were listening to the incessant curses, grunts and bangs of your new neighbour trying to fuck or murder someone–there was no way to be sure.
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