Taehyung pulls you into his room. You take a moment to appreciate the decor, the familiar comfort. Everything is soft, muted tones of tan and cream. His large pillowy bed is more like a nest of comfort against one wall. White downy blankets and pillows piled high looking oh so inviting. The room is dimly lit by a bedside lamp deepening the inviting nature of the room, much like the below-the-surface comfort of the man the room belongs to. You look up, meeting his eyes. His hair is a bit more tousled than usual, his lazy curls tumbling across his forehead. He wraps his arms around you, enveloping you in his warmth. You take a slow, deliberately calming breath trying to drown in the sweet cinnamon and honey scent laced within his presence.
He presses his lips against your temple, his words a soft murmur over your skin, "Let's get ready for bed, I'm exhausted."
You hum in agreement as he releases you and follows you into the bathroom. Once done brushing your teeth and washing your face you step back into his room. He's already in bed, having finished his routine before you. He's changed into a pair of cream-colored sweats, his golden-hued bare chest contrasts nicely with the light fabric. You allow your eyes to wander appreciatively as you walk past him and into his closet.
Digging through a drawer, you find a large white t-shirt that will suit your needs for sleep. You tug off your clothes, down to just your underwear before pulling on his shirt and joining him in bed. You nestle in beside him, his arms automatically wrapping around you. He reaches back and clicks off the bedside lamp, plunging his room into darkness. Though the room is dark, your vision has subtle colored hues around the edges as you concentrate on the bond.
Green is the most vibrant, a comforting lull of strength and assurance. You press a kiss to Taehyung's lips. He opens his mouth, welcoming a lazy tangle of your tongues. It's nothing overly sexual, just a sensual and languid showing of affection. The green hums softly, like the quiet purr of a content kitten. He presses his lips to yours once more then settles back, cuddling you in closer and resting his chin on the top of your head.
"Goodnight, Tae," you whisper, drinking in the warmth of his chest against your cheek and the soft lub-dub of his heart.
"Goodnight, love," he murmurs sleepily.
As tired as you are, you take a moment to filter through the other branches of the bond. You can tell Jimin and Jungkook are still awake, their bonds so entwined it's almost one. You smile at the energy vibrating through their bonds, you let your own trickle of passion zing through their bond for a second and it bounces back stirring butterflies in your stomach. Further away you can feel Hobi's red bond thrumming with slow waves. You're certain if you were to look into his room the waves of his bond would match the slow rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps. Reaching even further, you know Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jin are downstairs in the office. Their bonds are more of a subtle vibrato, something you've come to associate with thought. They must be sharing ideas and musings over what happened at the lab today with your blood sample. You contemplate for a moment whether to reach out to them. You don't really want to make it a habit of checking in on them or intruding on their privacy but after the weirdness at the lab, you decide a little warmth would be okay. You focus on the pink, blue, and inky strands letting your appreciation and love filter through for a moment. Their bonds surge for a second, becoming brighter before settling back to their subtle pulse. You smile, satisfied, and snuggle in closer to Tae before drifting off.
Heat.
All you can feel is heat.
It's suffocating, unbearable, draining.
Your eyes drift open, you can feel sweat trickle down your neck. It's so stifling hot. You glance around as your eyes adjust to the darkness, only less oppressive from the shallow filter of moonlight through his window, your eyes landing on Taehyung. You can see a slight sheen of perspiration covering his brow, pieces of his hair plastered to his forehead. He doesn't seem uncomfortable, but you're so hot it's painful. You carefully untangle yourself from Taehyung and slip out of bed. He reaches out into the empty space you left, a soft murmur on his lips.
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Souls of Seoul: Blood Bond | OT7 (🚧under construction)
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