The Symbol Of Darkness

㉗Do You Want To Experience It?

  
Jungkook encountered a roaring throb clutching his head once his senses came back to him. And then, he observed, another thing that was clutching him was Taehyung.

He analyzed their position as he gradually blinked his somnolence away and allotted the necessary time to his brain to contemplate how they ended up like that. 

Jungkook had his back turned to him, the pillow was nowhere to be found between them anymore, and Taehyung’s upper body was latched onto him. His left arm was draped over his waist and his left leg was hooked over his thighs. 

They were spooning. Taehyung was the big spoon. And he was also mounting him with his leg. 

Surprisingly, he had recollections about how their position resulted this way, and the corner of his mouth slanted upwards. He remembered himself awakening during the night and dragging the pillow away from their bodies, tossing it blindly. Then, he rolled over, pressed his back against Taehyung, and gently tugged his arm over his waist. 

How Taehyung’s leg ended up wrapped around his thighs was a mystery to him. 

The pounding of his headache was distracting, and although he attempted to force himself to sleep more, he couldn’t. He needed an aspirin so bad. But having Taehyung snuggled up to him was something he wouldn’t experience anytime soon again — or ever again, more specifically — and he knew the moment he would move, it would all end. 

So he stayed motionless, with an unmerciful headache battering his head, and immersed himself in Taehyung’s soul-soothing embrace and warmth. Why he didn’t want this moment to end was another mystery to him, though it was also entirely insignificant. Why would he tire out his poor brain to produce a reason? 

It wasn’t that long later when he sensed Taehyung move against him with his angelic, muted hums blessing his ears; he held him tighter, rubbed his leg over his thighs, and fell into total rest again. 

A few seconds of serenity crept by, and then Taehyung’s muscles clenched against him, stirring the corner of Jungkook’s lips to curve up again. 

Jungkook didn’t know since he couldn’t see him, but Taehyung’s eyes were unnaturally wide and his mouth formed into an O as if he were in shock. And he was, honestly. More at the thought of Jungkook waking up before him and registering how he was clung to him. Again. 

What the hell happened to my pillow? Taehyung questioned in his head, but no answer came to him. He pursed his lips in resolve, encouraging himself as if he were preparing for the most difficult task of his life. He elevated his leg in slow motion and retracted it, releasing a nasal sigh in relief since Jungkook didn’t move at all. It could only mean that he was still sleeping, Taehyung decided.

His hand was slightly crumpled under Jungkook’s forearm, which made him gulp dryly. He chanted, “Please don’t wake up,” in his head as he wormed his hand out of his hold, his eyes swelling with the sweet anticipation of his lurking success, but a sudden grasp on his wrist crunched every fragment of hope. 

“So you’re a human koala.”

Taehyung screwed his eyes shut as a crying expression cloaked his face. God, he could feel his embarrassment sizzle in his blood — his fucking soul. Sure, they had slept in each other’s arms again, just three days ago, but Taehyung remained perfectly still that night. Jungkook had chosen to sleep in that position. He didn’t choose to be spooned.