when high-powered book editor kim taehyung is faced with deportation to his native australia, he convinces his hapless assistant jeon jungkook to marry him in return for a promotion.
✯ taekook version of the american romantic comedy " the proposal "...
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taehyung woke up warm, enjoying the light slanting through the window- he shifted, snuggling closer to the source of warmth. the warmth beside him shifted too, groaning against taehyung's neck- taehyung quickly opened his eyes, wondering what the fuck was the sound.
taehyung was met with the sight of a sleeping jungkook, hugging him close to his chest, the latter's hair was like a tousled mane with nostrils flaring slightly, matching his slow, breathing pattern in his sleep- squirming for a bit in his sleep jungkook made taehyung snuggle up even more against him- one of jungkook's arm was asleep underneath taehyung, his hand pressed against the warm, soft skin of taehyung's waist.
taehyung stilled- It was surprisingly nice. he had never been much of a cuddler - or he used to be, before, - but this felt good, he pushed a strand of hair out of jungkook's face wondering if he should wake him up- the latter seemed comfortable, but taehyung didn't know if jungkook would like to wake up like this- the dilemma he was facing was interrupted by someone knocking on the door.
"room service! breakfast," jiyeon jokingly said from the other side of the door.
taehyung shook jungkook's shoulder, whispering his name, jungkook groaned, burrowing farther into taehyung's neck. "jungkook" taehyung called again, this time shaking him a little harder even though he was practically pressed against the latter's chest.
jungkook finally raised his head, frowning sleepily at taehyung.
"your mom is at the door with breakfast," taehyung whispered, before calling out louder, "just a second!"
jungkook looked at the door before he scrambled off of taehyung finally realizing the position they were in "-shit," he said, turning on his back.
"jungkook? taehyung?"
jungkook looked at taehyung frowning and the latter frowned right back at him. "come here," jungkook finally muttered as he fluffed his pillow and sat with his back to the headboard- he opened his arms for taehyung to cuddle closer- and taehyung did what he was told to, sitting up next to jungkook, who slid one of his arms around taehyung's waist- taehyung wondered if he should be alarmed at how natural this felt.
"you can come in," jungkook called, his finger brushing taehyung's waist, sending shivers up the latter's spine.
jiyeon opened the door, smiling brightly at them- she had a tray full of food in her hands, which she laid down on the bed.
"smells good eomma!" jungkook said, his breath fanning over taehyung's shoulder.
"cinnamon rolls" taehyung let out delighted "-you shouldn't have gone to that trouble"
