Chasing You..

Ch - 25 What If

Jungkook's pov

"Momma," A voice said quietly. What the hell? "Momma."

It suddenly dawned on me that I was at Taehyung's apartment and that his body was practically on top of mine. His face was pressed into the crook of my neck, his arm and leg were slung over me - and damn, was it comfortable!

He moved stiffly, and I glanced in the direction of the voice. I could barely see from the light of the alarm clock, but I could just make out Han standing by the side of the bed, clutching Woody doll to his chest.

"Hey, Baby, what's up?" Taehyung whispered, moving off me carefully.

"I had a bad dream," Han answered, sniffing loudly.

"Shush, Baby, Kook's sleeping. What was your dream about?" Taehyung whispered as he moved to sit on the side of the bed, rubbing his hand over his face.

"Bad guys came in and got us," Han answered, as he started to cry again.

"It's okay, Baby, no bad guys will come in here, you don't need to worry about that. Come on, let's get you back to bed," Taehyung whispered, standing up and taking his hand.

I sat up too so he would know he didn't need to worry about being quiet and waking me. He glanced over his shoulder, smiling at me apologetically as Han started to wail and threw himself at him, wrapping his arms around his legs.

"I don't want to sleep on my own, Momma, I'm scared. Can I sleeps in here with you?" he asked through his sobs.

I switched the bedside light on so Tae could see better. He was rubbing his back and looked sexy as hell in the little booty shorts and tank top pyjamas he was wearing. I smiled appreciatively. He honestly looked adorable when he'd just woken up; he still had the lines of sleep imprinted on his pretty face, his eyes not quite as wide and big as usual where he was tired.

"You can't, Han, Kook's here tonight. You'll have to sleep in your own bed," he said softly.

Han clutched him tighter as his breathing started to hitch where he was sobbing so hard. "I'm scared to sleeps on my own, Momma!"

In that moment, I felt like a jackass. I was totally screwing this up for him and probably making Taehyung wish that he hadn't said I could stay. This was the kind of thing that he didn't want to happen, and I didn't either, I didn't want to come between them or take him away from him somehow. He was, and would always be, his first priority, and I understood and accepted that, I wouldn't want it any other way.

"It's okay, I'll go and just come back in the morning," I suggested, climbing out of the bed and grabbing my jeans, pulling them on quickly.

Taehyung turned back to look at me, his expression torn and undecided. I smiled as I pulled my T-shirt down over my head, letting him know it was okay.

"Kook, it's fine, you can stay in here, I'll just sleep in with Han," he suggested, looking at me pleadingly. He was probably worried about me driving home at two in the morning knowing him; he knew I was tired from working.

Walking to his side, I kissed his forehead softly. I didn't really want to go and leave him because this was only our second night together, but Han came first. "It's okay, I promise." I smiled and held a hand down to Han.

"Slap me a high five, Kid." He immediately went to slap my hand but I moved it away quickly so he missed. "Too slow, kiddo." I laughed as I ruffled his hair, making him smile through his tears.

As I turned for the door, Taehyung's hand closed over mine, pulling me to a stop. He was looking at me pleadingly. "Don't go," he whispered, giving me the puppy dog face.