《fanfiction | taegguk》𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞
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When Jeongguk wakes up, he is aware of three things. One, his body - is completely wrecked, and his ass is royally fucked. Two, Taehyung is wrapped so tightly around his body that it's starting to suffocate him. Three, is that Jimin is staring down at the pair with wide, shock filled eyes.
Jeongguk just stares back, not knowing what to say or how to make this situation seem less...well, less gay. It wasn't the first time that the boys have had to sleep with eachother, but it was the first time where they cuddled into eachother like their life depended on it.
"J-Jimin hyung, I-I-" Jeongguk begins, but is cut off by Jimin shaking his head and putting his hand up.
"We'll talk later, just go back to sleep." And with that, he just simply left, closing the door behind him, leaving the two boys in peace. Like he never saw anything.
Jeongguk thumped his head back into the pillow, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. Jimin just saw them, what the fuck are they going to do?
Hearing a deep groan, he looks down to see Taehyung burrowing himself even closer into Jeongguk. His head now resting in the crook of the younger's neck, his arm wrapped tightly around his waist and his legs intertwined with Jeongguk's.
Basically, Jeongguk wasn't moving until Taehyung decided to get up.
Sighing, Jeongguk reaches for his phone, which is still miraculously in his pocket, and checks the time. 10:37 p.m. Holy shit, we've slept for seven hours!
Groaning, he decides to just let Taehyung continue to sleep because, he probably needs it, and maybe because he just wanted to stay cuddled next to Taehyung. So he gently shifts so that he is more comfortable, and rests his head onto Taehyung's, releasing a soft sigh.
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He feels Taehyung's arm wrap around him tighter and his head nuzzle against his neck, making a cute little noise in his sleep that made Jeongguk smile.
He closes his eyes again and is about to drift off to sleep before he feels something soft press against his neck. What the heck, did Taehyung just, kiss my neck? He wonders, his head reeling.
Experimenting, he gently nudges Taehyung's sleeping form to see if he's really sleeping. A small noise slips past his slightly parted lips, but after that he just goes back to being silent.
"Well, it couldn't hurt," Jeongguk mumbled to himself quietly before leaning down and placing his lips softly against Taehyung's forehead. When he pulls away, the elder is still asleep, which sends a wave of relief over him. He closes his eyes for the final time, a small smile on his lips as he lets his subconscious take over once again.
Of course Taehyung was awake. Taehyung had woken up after Jeongguk abruptly shifted for some reason. He had listened to his incoherent mumbling, trying to make out what he was saying in his half-asleep like state, which proved to be pointless.
So, he just cuddled in closer to the younger, finding comfort in the action for whatever reason. He couldn't really form thoughts at the moment, so when he unconsciously pressed his lips against the younger's neck, he couldn't explain why.
He felt Jeongguk stiffen, and he began to get nervous. Shoot, good going Taehyung. He feels Jeongguk nudge him gently, but Taehyung still pretends to sleep, not wanting to explain to Jeongguk what he just did.
"Well, it couldn't hurt," He heard the ravenette whisper, before he felt a pair of soft lips press against his forehead.
And it was all he had not to curl into a tight ball at the action. How can someone be so cute?
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Jeongguk removed his lips quickly after, making Taehyung slightly disappointed. He remained silent and still in his "sleeping" state as he felt Jeongguk move a little before he was eventually still.
Taehyung let out a small yawn, and decided to go back to sleep as well, resting his head back into the crook of Jeongguk's neck, which was once pale, but now has many reds and purples decorating it.
He smiles softly to himself before drifting back off into a comfortable warmth next to Jeongguk.
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