Zero O'clock Warfare (TaeKook)

Chapter 7: Love Maze

Taehyung's body is aching so much. He tried to open his eyes, but it feels like the dirt on it is sticking in his lashes like a glue. He tilted his head and the bones in his neck popped. He must have an eventful night if this happens. He groans.

Even with the smallest sounds, Jungkook stirs.

"You up?" Jungkook croaks, his voice is deep and raspy. This made Taehyung shudder, his insides tingling.

Taehyung just realized that he slept on Jungkook. Literally on Jungkook's top.

He forcibly opened his eyes and stood up immediately, bones protesting and aching at the sudden movement. He stumbled a bit, but Jungkook caught his hand right away, pulling him back on their previous position.

"Mister, you've already exceeded your five minutes." Taehyung whines, pushing himself up.

"No." Jungkook opposed irrationally, eyes still closed and grip on the elder still tight. Taehyung wriggles, hoping that Jungkook will lessen his hold on him but what startled him is there's something poking on his stomach. Taehyung's whole face reddens at that. He forgot that 'man thing' every morning.

"Jungkook-ssi—" Taehyung conditioned his mind not to think of anything at that specific moment because his soulmate-slash-animalistic instincts might take over. He doesn't want to regret it anymore. He pushed one more time but Jungkook's hold won't dislodge.

"Don't move or I'll bite." Jungkook grunts.

Bite. Something clicked on Taehyung's mind like he has been poured with the contents of an ice bucket, he groans with the realization of what happened the night before.

They talked, bickered, kissed and now this. 'Damn you, stupid drunk Kim Taehyung.' He cursed, mentally punching himself.

A phone began ringing, the sudden high-pitch sound scared Taehyung that he jolted on Jungkook's hold. Jungkook immediately sat up, clutching Taehyung with him and gently putting him down on the other side of the bed. He took the phone in the pocket of his jeans and swiftly answered.

"Ok. Give me ten." He stood up and quickly locked his phone. Facing the frozen Kim Taehyung who's staring at the younger with wavering eyes, Jungkook smiled, a smile that can rival Hoseok's. "Good morning, kitten." Jungkook brushed his locks upwards with his fingers and looked at Taehyung expectantly as if Taehyung would greet him back. When Taehyung did not, he puffs.

"Hmm... As much as I want to snuggle with you, I gotta' go. See you baby." Jungkook shamelessly pecked Taehyung's slightly opened mouth and immediately exits the room.

After a few minutes of staring into the opened door, Taehyung exhales a "What the actual fudge just happened?", pinching and slapping his cheeks to get himself out of this insanity.

***

"C-can you fetch me a wet towel?" Taehyung asked breathlessly, the back of his hand is on his mouth. He is heaving and puking in the toilet bowl, hugging it since dawn.

It's been days since he last saw all of his housemates, except for Jimin who's always accompanying him in the huge penthouse. And now he felt sick like he wants to dispose of his intestines any minute.

He doesn't know how he ended up like this and why is he in so much pain. There are these stabbing pains in his chest and stomach that he's been experiencing for the past few days now. At first, he just ignored it, thinking it's just some normal stomachache but this morning, the pain became intolerable, making him feel dazed and nauseous. He wanted to release all of the contents in his stomach, literally, because of that.

"Here, Tae," Jimin said agitatedly, handing the wet towel.

Jimin frowned while caressing Taehyung's back. He's thinking what made Taehyung this way, they ate the same meals every day, meals that Yoongi and Seokjin cooked for them before they go to their respective work. (They had a rule which is to never order food, as a precaution and for their own safety. They don't trust anyone but themselves.) Is it because they stay up all night watching movies and playing games? Or no?