Hide & Seek ➤ Taekook/Vkook

Chapter 29

𝑰𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆?
'𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈

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Taehyung had a feeling that all of it could've been a figment of his imagination.

The way he danced with Jungkook, the way Jungkook spoke those comforting words to him when he was spiralling down, the way the younger almost admitted how much he meant to him, kissed him and gave in to him later on, allowed him to pleasure themselves before they fell asleep in each other's arms...all of it.

Taehyung remembered everything, alcohol hardly ever fucked up with his memories - but it did often make him feel and see things that weren't really happening. Just a vicious mechanism his brain had picked up on to make him feel good for a while and nothing but lead him to have his heart broken afterwards to realise the truth.

He was all too familiar with it by now and that's why it piqued his trust issues. Even when the back of his head throbbed due to the hangover he had earned himself, worsened by the bright daylight coming into the room to stir him awake earlier than he would've preferred - all he was truly dreading was opening his eyes and taking in that he was in his own bed, alone and cold, without Jungkook's body entangled with his to provide him the sort of warmth he craved.

But then he felt it.

As his brain slowly started to function and awaken his senses, he felt the weight of someone's arm around his torso, his back pressed against someone's chest and their soft breath tickling the hair at his nape.

Taehyung's breath hitched in the back of his throat. He tentatively blinked open his eyes, one after the other, still very much in disbelief, but an exhale went past his lips as soon as he looked down at the arm holding him. It didn't take him even a second to recognise the defined veins snaked under the smooth ivory skin.

Jungkook. He was there. Right there. It wasn't unreal. It wasn't a figment of Taehyung's imagination.

Taehyung quickly yet carefully - so as not to jostle Jungkook and disrupt his sleep - turned around to face the boy, eyes roaming over his parted lips, his messy hair, his cute button nose with its tip slightly red, his swollen cheeks that appeared paler than usual and extra squishy.

Taehyung couldn't help but touch Jungkook, feel him under his fingertips to make sure he still wasn't in a haze. He delicately caressed the younger's cheek with his thumb, traced his thin lips, the very mole under them that always tempted him to kiss Jungkook. He tucked away a stray lock from the boy's forehead and combed his fingers through his soft hair.

And by the time he was running the tip of his index finger down the slope of Jungkook's nose and it adorably twitched a little even in his sleep, Taehyung - with a fond smile on his face - was completely convinced that Jungkook was really there, believed that his inebriated mind most probably hadn't cooked up the other scenarios as well.

The joy and relief Taehyung felt with that assurance made him wrap his arm tighter around Jungkook, wanting to pull him closer than it was physically possible. It was ridiculous how he felt a strong urge to pepper Jungkook's face with kisses and nuzzle his face in the crook of his neck and just wake him up like that so that the cuddling could be reciprocated.

Taehyung forgot all about his headache or his dry throat that was begging him to gulp down a whole bottle of water, or how he - they both, actually - needed to take showers and change their clothes since they had been too lazy to clean up before dozing off last night. He just wished he could wipe away everything else in the world and get into Jungkook's skin and melt.