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The alarm clock wakes them. Taehyung groans and pulls the covers farther over his head, burying himself and drowning out the sound. Something hard hits him in the ribs repeatedly until he groans, sits up and reaches to turn off the alarm.
"What the fuck..." he hears someone murmur, and Taehyung freezes for a moment before remembering—Jeongguk.
"Sorry," Taehyung mumbles, and then stretches, eyes half-open. Light seeps in through the curtains. "Is it a weekday?"
Jeongguk makes a noise into the pillow and slurs, "It's a fucking Wednesday, dumbass."
Taehyung grumbles incoherently into his pillow and hugs it closer. "Who the fuck gets laid on a Tuesday?"
"You, apparently."
Sitting up, Taehyung rubs his eyes and looks around the room, towels and clothing strewn across the floor. Then he turns to look at Jeongguk, blinking slowly and yawning. An angel amidst the white sheets, 6 a.m. sunlight casting on his skin and illuminating the hollow of his neck, the sharp edges of his eyebrows. Taehyung wonders, just a flicker of a thought, if Jeongguk looks this beautiful every morning.
Taehyung shakes his head and throws the covers off. The thought is domestic in a way it shouldn't be. He's just lonely; it's pathetic and he wants to kick himself for it. Cold air hits his skin.
"This that nine-to-five shit?" Jeongguk smacks his lips and wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. The only word Taehyung can think of to describe his hair is poofy, mussed from sleep.
"Mh." Taehyung pokes him. "Get up. I need to leave soon."
Jeongguk doesn't move. Taehyung pokes him again and Jeongguk just rolls out of the way, pulling the covers over his body. "Fuck off."
"Jeongguk—"
"Weren't you meant to fuck me?" he interrupts without lifting his face from the pillow. "I'll only get up if you fuck me."
"I'm gonna be late—"
"I'm worth it."
It's tempting, but—
"You're worth nothing," Taehyung jokes. Jeongguk rolls over and laughs, tossing the covers to the side to grab Taehyung's sides and haul him closer. Something hot rushes through Taehyung's chest at how Jeongguk can just throw him around like this. He falls on top of Jeongguk with a yelp, hands on either side of his body.
"Liar. I was worth a couple hundred to you last night," Jeongguk teases with a wicked grin, eyes tired but bright. "Come on." He's leaning in, breathing slower. Time seems to stop, and his eyes flicker over Taehyung's face before he gently presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth—almost hesitant, as if he'd been going for his lips and then decided not to at the last second.
Taehyung wonders if Jeongguk is this friendly with everyone he fucks.
"Please?" Jeongguk whispers, rolls his hips up and makes Taehyung feel the outline of his cock—not hard but a little plump and heavy from sleep and the comfortable warmth of the bed.
"Fuck—" Taehyung groans quietly and presses his lips to Jeongguk's neck, revelling in his pleased sigh and the way he tilts his head back. "I'm too easy."
"You are," Jeongguk breathes. "I love it."
Jeongguk's hands scrabble at Taehyung's back, fingernails dragging over the threadbare T-shirt when Taehyung scrapes his teeth against Jeongguk's neck. Taehyung sits back and pulls Jeongguk's shirt off, watching how Jeongguk raises his arms and goes a little limp to let Taehyung undress him. He had only been wearing the shirt, and Taehyung takes in the sight of his smooth, bare body. Then he shucks off his own shirt and tosses it aside.
