love me (me) [vkook/taegguk]

[part six] chapter twenty one - hyung? hyung

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He wakes with a start.

Something's buzzing– Wait, no, something's ringing, but the sound is muffled under the pile of bodies on one of Namjoon's couches– and it rings and rings and rings, and it won't stop.

He wants to find the source, but all his sleep-riddled mind can think right now is how annoyed he is at being woken up at ass o'clock in the morning, so he simply glares at all the soundly sleeping figures surrounding him.

A part of him wants to pettily spring himself atop them all so that they'll be awake and suffering too... and the offer is very tempting... but the rational part of his brain is yelling at him to find whatever thing from hell is still making the noise that woke him so that he can spring himself atop said thing instead, which, ugh, effort, but it makes sense, he supposes.

Finally, he feels his fingers graze against the smooth glass of a phone screen when he reaches under Jimin's 'forever' tattoo, so he quickly pulls the offending object towards himself, but the screen is way too bright for his unused eyes, so he turns away immediately as he haphazardly swipes at something in hopes that he can just make the noise go away.

And it does... but it's rapidly replaced by another sound entirely.

"Remind me again how it's fair that you're off happily murdering your liver while I'm stuck here in boring, hour-long meetings with–" An intake of breath. "Your hair's blond."

His face screws up on its own accord, but the words aren't really registering in his brain at the moment, and neither is the voice that they're coming out of.

"Brilliant deduction, Watson," he grumbles, rubbing at his recently assaulted eyes.

A wince. "Sorry, did I wake you? I know how cranky you can get when someone does that."

He gives a grunt of agreement, because boy, is that an understatement.

And he gets a laugh this time. A laugh that almost makes him think that maybe being abruptly yanked from his dreams of strawberry flavoured clouds and dance battles against aliens wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Almost.

"Did you really dye your hair without Jin-hyung having to threaten you first though? How much more did you have to drink, hyung?"

And that is what snaps him out of his stupor and snaps his eyes open because whomst the fuck. He's not anyone's– "H-Hyung?"

Taehyung very nearly chokes.