Sirenic Menace

⑬It Never Was

 
Jimin hummed softly as he spread his limbs, chest arching in a delightful stretch. He rubbed his bleary face and pushed himself off the bed. He glanced at Taehyung’s bed from habit as he headed towards the door, but he halted on stiff legs, his eyes enlarging so much they felt as if they would burst out.

The sleepiness from his face was replaced by extreme shock in an instant as he gaped at Taehyung, who was sleeping with his back turned to him and with a man’s limbs loosely wrapped around his frame.

He snapped his head behind him to verify that Jay’s bed was empty, and his jaw popped open around a hushed gasp. With the sinking of the realization, he slapped his palm over his mouth as another appalled sound erupted from him, gaze glued to the unbelievable sight.

“What’s wrong?”

Jimin jumped in his spot at Hoseok’s hoarse voice. He regarded the prominent confusion on his sleepy face through his bulging eyes. “Look, look,” he whisper-yelled as he tugged at his arm to heave him off his bed.

Hoseok heeded to his wish with a groan and followed his gaze. A similar expression of bewildered shock swept across his face at the examination of the sight, and his mouth opened and closed without words coming out.

“Why the hell is Jay in his bed?” Jimin asked in a restless, high-pitched murmur.

“I... I have no idea. What the fuck?”

The constant whispers seeped into Jungkook’s senses until they jarred them completely awake. He yawned with a face buried in Taehyung’s chest, but the comprehension that he wasn’t wearing his mask brisked his heartbeat with a searing anxiety. He hastened to take his mask out of his pocket and put it on, thankful for Taehyung’s chest that gave him protection.

“Since when is there a thing between them?” Jimin, oblivious to Jungkook’s conscious state, asked.

“I don’t know. I’m so confused.”

“Should we wake them? I want to know everything, like, right now.”

“No,” Hoseok dissented at once. “Leave them alone. Let’s go wash up.”

Jimin made a moue of sheer discontent, then rolled his eyes. “Ugh, fine.”

They took their toothbrushes and towels and stared at the two for a bit longer before Hoseok ushered him out of the room.

A subdued sigh rolled off Jungkook at the click of the door closing. “Taehyung.” He smoothed his hand up and down his side in slow caresses in his attempt to wake him. “Taehyung.” He gave him two gentle shakes at his unresponsiveness. “Wake up.”

Taehyung’s chest vibrated with a sweet hum as he clutched him tighter, then he blindly leaned to kiss him. The clothing his lips touched had him grimacing, and he cracked an eye open to inspect. “Why are you—” He jolted away and darted his head to Hoseok’s bed, alarm flaring inside him.

“They went to wash up,” Jungkook said and pulled him into his embrace again. “They already saw us. Jimin seemed too curious to know what’s going on.”

“Shit, sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” he scoffed as he raked his hand through his knotty hair. “I told you I wanted to sleep with you.”

“I know, but now... they saw us.” There was a saddened sheen overlying his reddened eyes, despite Jungkook’s mollifying words. “What should I tell them?”

“Whatever you want. Talk freely to them about this. I already talked to my hyungs, anyway.”

A glimmer of a timid smile shone over Taehyung’s face as he trailed the muscles along his back with a tender palm. “Thanks.”