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"Babe."
Taehyung groans, moving away and lifting the blanket up to his shoulders more. "Two more minutes..."
"I can't give you two minutes."
"Why." Taehyung turns his head, looking at the younger. "Is it important?"
"I had a dream."
"Martin Luther King Jr. did too." Taehyung sits up from the bed. "I believe his dream in America was sad but also great. I don't know, I wasn't born in America."
"It's not like that."
Taehyung fully turns to face the male. "Then what is it?"
Jeongguk sighs. "I think we should check on Yoonie."
"Yoonie, Yoonie. It's always Yoonie. Babe, c'mon." Taehyung looks at him. "You said his name before and it hasn't been a whole damn week."
"I know." Jeongguk lowers his head.
"You keep mentioning him to me. It seems like you're more worried about him than me."
Jeongguk looked at him. "Babe, no, don't think that way. Please."
"No." Taehyung sat up and took the blanket off, getting up from the bed. "We'll talk later. I got to get ready for work."
"Tae."
Taehyung ignored him, leaving his bedroom and closing the door. Jeongguk curls his brows, lowering his hand.
Namjoon groans. "Easy, easy."
"You're fine." Yoongi chuckled, pushing down on his square back with the palm of his hand. "It helps you."
"It's hurting me."
"Because it's supposed to." Yoongi looks at the book, reading through it. "It's supposed to stretch your muscles out so you can relax better."
"So the pain helps?"
"Yep." Yoongi moved his hand to the taller's shoulder blade. "Oh. You have a knot."
"Is that bad?" Namjoon lifts his head up from the pillow.
Yoongi pushes the male's head back down. "I'll loosen it for you. Don't worry." He chuckles.
The taller relaxes, softly sighing and nuzzles into the pillow.
Crack.
"Ow! Ow, ow! Dang—don't break my back!"
"S-Sorry!" Yoongi quickly gets off the taller softly grabs his arm, helping him turn around. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Namjoon groans, slowly laying down on his back. "You just smoothened the wrong spot..."
"U-Um." Yoongi quickly looks through the book, knitting his brows. "I-I have to put pressure on your chest." He puts it back down, getting back on top of the taller and started to put pressure on his shoulder.
"Easy." Namjoon groans.
"I'm sorry. I..I didn't know."
Namjoon fluttered his eyes, knitting his brows. His shoulder's slowly loosening. It's actually feeling a lot better. He looked at his shoulder, sitting up from the bed a bit.
"Feeling any better?" Yoongi asks, continuing to massage his shoulder.
"Yeah..yeah I am."
Yoongi sighs in relief. "That's good."
Namjoon gulps nervously, widening his eyes. Fuck. He's right on top me. The younger looked at him. How is he not noticing this!? The taller suddenly grabbed Yoongi's wrists to stop him, pulling him off. Yoongi yelps as his wrists were put together and his hands suddenly went above his head.
Yoongi fluttered his eyes open, looking to see the taller above him, his knees right beside the smaller's hips. Yoongi's shirt was big, but it still slides up to show his stomach. The smaller gulped hard, staring at the male.
"D-Did I hit the wrong spot again?" Yoongi nervously spoke up, his face creeping up a blush.
No. I just panicked because you were on top of me. "Y..Yeah." Namjoon let's go of his wrists, moving himself off and got up from the bed. "I-I should shower."
Yoongi fluttered his eyes once the bedroom door closed. He could finally exhale, his chest lowering and catching his breath. Yes, Namjoon did scare him. But the movement and the position took his breath away. Yoongi slowly sits up from the bed, biting his bottom lip and pulling his shirt down.
Namjoon is still so hot. His looks barely changed, just brighter clothes.
