LOVE YOU TO DEATH | TAEKOOK

2. Monday Monday Monday

*Content warning for substance misuse, adult language and mature themes*

Jungkook was nodding off into his lap. He was thankful for the false sense of security that the warm blanket of alcohol had provided. It allowed the adrenaline to slowly fade, which let sleep take over.

"Jungkookie, why don't you go to bed? You're falling asleep," Taehyung nudged him, still sitting right next to the younger on the floor of the dark closet.

He tapped Jungkook on the leg and clasped his hand to wake him up.

"Okay," the younger mumbled, words sounding slushy as they came out of his mouth, "Let's go to bed," he nodded pitifully.

Taehyung stood and helped Jungkook up and into bed. He undid the belt and pants, slipping them down before tenderly pushing the younger's shoulders to get him to sit on the bed. Then, he removed shoes, socks, pants and belt all in one fell swoop.

He coaxed Jungkook's sweater off over his head and unceremoniously tossed all of the clothes into a pile on the floor.

It was odd how he seemed far away now. Almost like a stranger, but not quite.

Jungkook tipped over to lay on his side and beckoned for the older to join him, softly patting the bed and looking hopeful, showing a small glimpse of the version of himself that he had worked so hard for.

Taehyung put a hand to the younger's head, running his fingers through the cropped black hair, gently ruffling it.

"I'm going to sleep in the other room," he murmured, lightly kissing Jungkook's lips, trying to imbue him with all of the love in the world.

Reflexively, Jungkook pursed his lips and the space between his eyebrows developed a small wrinkle. He nodded, subdued at the older's rebuff.

"I understand. I'm sorry," he sighed, trying not to cry all over again. He was drunk enough to not be in full panic mode anymore but everything just felt tenuous, as though the tightrope was going to snap at any second.

Taehyung hummed sympathetically, "No, my love, I'm sorry. I don't want to overreact. I'm kind of freaked out though," he apologized, releasing a heavy sigh.

Jungkook nodded and closed his eyes, "Me too, Tae Tae," he said under his breath, pain prickling right behind his eyelids.

"I'm not going to do anything to hurt anyone. Especially you," he added, making his body as small as he could before pulling the blanket over himself and passing out.

Taehyung just watched, mouth agape and eyes big, as Jungkook talked to himself while he was falling asleep and finally began snoring. He reeked of vodka and stomach acid.

Taehyung made sure he was tucked in before grabbing some pajamas and walking across the hallway to lock himself in the other bedroom for the night.

TAEHYUNG: he's asleep

JIMIN: is that a good thing

TAEHYUNG: I guess so?

JIMIN: ok...

TAEHYUNG: Fine he's passed
out drunk but same result

JIMIN: honestly that's less
alarming than the idea of him
just sleeping peacefully

TAEHYUNG: I guess so

JIMIN: so what are we
supposed to do tho?

TAEHYUNG: This Sejin person
is coming. Hopefully he
will make this go away?