Nights in the Studio - Taejoon

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Namjoon's POV

My eyes slowly open, still overwhelmed and a little cloudy but unable to help it from the annoying sound that keeps bothering me between dreams. I turn my unconscious head to my side, only to bump into Tae's forehead, strangely looking down to find him snuggled into my chest, one arm draped over the side of my abdomen.

My sleep doesn't go away but it stops with my nervous breathing seeing him so close, it's almost like it used to be when he slept with me, when we used to cuddle like this under the guise of fear of sleeping alone.

I see it for a moment: I admire his parted lips and closed eyelids; I see his clear forehead and I dare to lean closer to leave a kiss on him. He's warm, and at my touch he frowns in a gesture of disturbance.

"Joonie..." He says sleepily as I laugh as quietly as I can "Joonie, don't stop..."

"What the hell are you saying Tae?" I whisper to him as if he could hear me and I release my arm so I can caress his cheek "Why can't I stop?"

"Ah...Joonie...no-" As he finishes whispering what sounds like a moan he moves his hips towards me, so I'm able to not only know but also feel what he's dreaming about. I'm surprised by it, I feel like an intruder thinking that I should be asleep, but I can't help but also feel flattered... knowing that he has these kinds of dreams with me makes me weirdly emotional because although I don't know for sure, I feel like I'm the only one with whom he has them.

Even with that I don't touch him, instead, I just let my head wander with the feeling of just waking up and the butterflies churning in my stomach with his every dirty utterance of my name.

It is at that moment that the noise that woke me up is heard again, a strange cell phone ringing. I look up from Tae to find where it's coming from, but the sound has faded. I stand still waiting for him until he comes back from the desk.

I start to move to get to him, thankful that the sofa in my study is wide enough to do it without waking Taehyung, I'll have to thank Yoongi later for buying it even if it was really just for him to sleep on when he stayed late working with me.

When I finally get out of the grip, I immediately grab the phone, it's Tae's. I look at the main screen only to find thirty-five messages and fifteen missed calls, all from the same sender: Jimin. I rub my eyes so I can better read what they're saying and try to double-tap them to make them bigger, but in doing so I accidentally open the phone.

No password...I guess some old habits never change

I smile to myself at the memory of me always scolding him for not locking his phone as trainees but immediately wake up from my contemplation as I start to read the texts, and as I pass them, I clench my teeth and phone more, wishing that Jimin were here so that I could give him what he deserves.

From messages asking him where he is or why doesn't answer to things that are slowly escalating with some 'Kim Taehyung, answer now', 'tell me where the fuck are you at this time', 'son of a bitch when I have you here you're going to pay for leaving me hanging', 'who are you hooking up with in my place if no one loves you but me?', 'Tae come back, without me you're alone and I don't like it when you're alone' and many others mentioning me, calling him a 'whore' for apparently going out to have sex or letting himself be fingered by 'the first who crosses your path'.

Is this what he meant when he said it was complicated? But this is not complicated, this is something else...something that shouldn't happen, how can he bear it?

I keep going down only to find worse and worse meaning, until I notice a rhythm where he threatens and then apologizes, insults him but then flatters him and says he loves him. I feel disgusted and I think I'm going to throw up when I remember all the times I've seen them together, how I saw Jimin treating him like he was a dream, looking happy with him in surreal awkwardness.