WRONG PHONE NUMBER ! TK

tell me more, hyung

fuck coffee; all jeongguk needs is that damn voice to wake him up in the mornings!

the next time jeongguk wakes up is at ass o clock. literally at 3:30 pm. his eyes slowly etch open, eased by the darkness of the room. his brain slowly begins to function. he tries to remember where he was and who brung him.

he groans. it seems it's not coming to him as easily. his movements are sluggish. he looks to the black bedside table and gaps when he sees his phone. shit, he had forgotten about that. thank god whoever took him, remembered his phone too.

as soon as he unlocks it via fingerprint, the last messages he sent pop up. he reads them through his blurred vision. "ohh..." it clicks. so it was taehyung. he rubs his eyes and places his phone back down. he sees the paracetamol and water and takes it.

he falls back down on the mattress. just to gather his thoughts. the headache was not helping other; just frying his brain even more.

whatever... as long as it's taehyung. taehyungs good. he thinks about him for a while with a blank face. hes so tired still. with a groan, he gets up. there's no way he could go back to sleep again, so why not see how his apartment is because he's curious like that. it's kind of endearing if you think about it.

it was sweet. modern looking and quite nice. had a cozy feel to it.

his feet pad down to the living room area, and he halts when he sees taehyung sleeping. his blanket is strewn, all over his body, half on the floor. his ebony hair messed and arms flailed. he looks quite uncomfortable to say the least.

suddenly, hazel eyes flutter open and hes taken aback by seeing jeongguk just there. staring at him. sleeping. the other had the same expression. mouth slightly agape, and slightly widened eyes.

"o-oh sorry, I, uh didn't mean to. ahaha!" he stutters. "just woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. was bored." he awkwardly smiles, although it was lazy and scratches his head.

"no, no it's fine! uh, would you like anything to eat?" holy shit, his voice was like mega mega deep when he wakes up. what the hell, what the hell. like fireball core of the earth-deep voice. like hair-raising-ly guttural, rich, scratchy voice.

his eyes are so wide right now. jeongguk is at full attention. good lord. fuck coffee; all jeongguk needs is that damn voice to wake him up in the mornings!

taehyungs face is like he's waiting for an answer, with his eyebrow raised. seeing jeongguk out of it ever since he spoke.

fuck, jeongguk missed what he said because he was being horny over his voice. uhhhh.

"s-sorry, what did you say?" jeongguk awkwardly smiles which makes taehyung smile.

"it's okay, I just said if you wanted to change into comfier clothes because you're awake now?" taehyung reassures and offers kindly.

why is taehyung so cute? and kind. and perfect. and sexy. and- okay, that's enough.

"yes, please."

and taehyung goes into his bedroom with jeongguk following on like a lost puppy.
he switches the light on, and scavenges in the closet for some comfy clothes for the pretty boy.

he hands him the clothes. it was some plaid pyjama pants and a simple black long sleeve shirt. "thank you!" jeongguk goes to the bathroom to change.

when he comes out, the pants were ever so long and baggy but the shirt fit him perfectly, that you could see the small outlines of his muscles.

jeongguk pads back out, almost stumbling on the long pants with his own clothes in his arms. he goes to where the living room slash kitchen was. he thinks that's where taehyung was.