The Good Kind Of Butterflies | Hold

09| A Little Tit For A Tat

It was four in the morning when Taehyung returned home, he was exhausted and running on the few shots he had while helping with the cleanup. And Jungkook didn't stay to clean up, of course, it's not a surprise. Sung-won and Taehyung parted ways at the staircase after bidding good nights, he looked half-dead stumbling towards his room.

Taehyung let out a weary sigh, as he walked to his bedroom, he wondered why Jungkook didn't stay and, moreover, why he pushed him away. Was it wrong to kiss him? Taehyung grunted, yanking his tie out and tossed it over the floor, followed by his coat and his shirt made his way to the bathroom, after taking a piss and brushing his teeth, Taehyung walked down the hall again, his steps slowing down until he stood in front of Jungkook's door.

Maybe it's locked, Taehyung thinks. Most of the time Jungkook locks his bedroom door when he's home. Taehyung stared at the white painted wood like it was some portal to a different dimension, his hand itching to reach out and grab the knob.

Maybe not.

He twisted the door knob and it turned easily and quietly. A thin stream of light pierced through the window blinds and fell across his legs as Taehyung shut the door behind him, locking it. Jungkook was spread out lying on his stomach, one arm curled around the pillow, half of his face buried in. He doesn't move as Taehyung walks to the end of the bed. He stares for a second or two, at the scattered clothes on the floor, shoes recklessly thrown over the room, without a second thought Taehyung dropped his pants and climbed in.

He had zero fucking clue what he was doing or what he wanted to gain when he slid inside the duvet, but when he was gonna convince himself that this was a stupid idea, he felt Jungkook's soft fingertips brushing over his ass. Taehyung stills, the echo of Jungkook's touch a few hours ago where he was bent over the desk sent him a light shiver down his spine.

Ten minutes, and then he'll head to his room. That's what Taehyung kept telling himself. Instead, he drifted to sleep, right next to Jungkook.

"...he was with me last night"

"...sure that you weren't tipsy?"

Hmm.

Taehyung stirred in his dead slumber to the indistinct voices. His surroundings were so warm and comfortable Taehyung didn't want to wake up. He groaned in bewilderment; why the hell were people in this house such early risers? as he fumbled in search of his phone, to check what time it was. His fingers brushed against the soft cotton and then bumping up against warm skin and he wasn't sure what his hands brushed against until a knock sounded and his body jolted, eyes flying wide and automatically wincing against the assault of morning light.

"Chill, the door's locked" A warm hand landed over his chest and pressed him back into the mattress as Jungkook's voice came low and soft. His fingers ghosted over Taehyung's skin, the heat lingered around before it vanished the moment Jungkook slid off the bed, ambling towards the door, one hand lazily shoved in his boxer shorts as he walked.

Still in his dazed mind, Taehyung did the only logical thing that he could think of: wrapping himself in the duvet as he rolled off the other side of Jungkook's bed, landing heavily on the wooden floor with a light thud. Out of sight of the door just as Taehyung heard the lock pop as Jungkook opened it. Unable to twist around or move, Taehyung sighs, resting his cheek on the coldness of the wooden floor.

"You seen Taehyung?"

Taehyung froze. There was a brief pause before Jungkook replied, "Yeahhh, at the thing last night. He was still there when I left"

Sungwon made a disgruntled noise. "Weird, he's not in his room... his door's cracked and—ughhh can you please fix that door lock or something? It's been like that forever"