blossom 《taekook》

15

The next morning, Taehyung wakes up with a sleeping prince curled up on his chest, not trying to figure out how the younger even got to him when he was sleeping on the other end of the bed. Jungkook seems to be stirring in his sleep a little, he smacks his lips before snuggling into Taehyung’s chest even more. The king doesn’t mind, and pulls him closer with an arm which is almost numb from having suffered the weight of the prince overnight. He closes his eyes to get some more sleep before he has to start his day. The morning with Jungkook in his arms is too good to be wasted away.

A frown itches up his face when he feels the younger trying to slip away from his grip slowly, not wanting to wake him up not knowing he already is.

“Where are you sneaking off to?”

Jungkook had woken up on the king’s chest, to his horror he seemed to have unconsciously sought out the older in his sleep and ended up ambushing his side. The older doesn’t seem to mind, but he’s asleep, so he hopes he could slip off to his side without alerting him, to save himself the embarrassment. A shiver wrecked his sleep-addled brain when the deep voice fell into his ears. He only realizes Taehyung has an arm around him when he pulls him closer and whispers in his ear.

“Where are you running off to little prince?”

Taehyung’s morning voice is rough, deep, and throaty which makes Jungkook feel squirmy in his hold, tingles blooming all over his skin because why does a voice have to be so attractive?

Jungkook whines when Taehyung nuzzles into the warm skin of his neck, a whimper slips past his lips when two chapped lips close around the purple bruise Taehyung laid on his last night, the hot tongue comes out to lick at the sensitive patch of skin pulling out a keen whimper from the omega who lays limp in his mate’s hold. Jungkook’s spine curls inwards when he feels a suction motion on his neck, it’s short and swift, probably only fueled by Taehyung’s wolf getting possessive and wanting to renew the claim.

“What is it, blossom?”

He can’t help when his pheromones start becoming stronger at the deep voice of Taehyung near his ear, accompanied by a fond look directed at him.

Jungkook buries his face in Taehyung’s chest with a whine.

“It’s nothing.”

He pouts and makes a move to get out of the bed but the sudden hold tightening around him prevents him from even moving an inch.

“The floor is cold, let me carry you to the bath chamber.”

Taehyung speaks with his lips pressed to his head, kissing it softly. Jungkook feels his stomach swoop at how touchy the alpha is being.

He clenches his thighs when the alpha groans, his breathy rough voice makes tingles erupt between his legs and it’s shameful how wet he feels. He curls in on himself to anchor himself and not whine out of neediness.

“N-no it’s okay,” he protested but the other was insistent.

“Let me bring you a pair of slippers at least.”

He muffles the words in Jungkook's hair, placing a kiss softly before speaking.

“Fine.”

Jungkook pouts but compiles nonetheless. Rubbing his face in Taehyung’s chest, subtly trying to hide his morning face because he’s so unkempt, it’s embarrassing.

“Who would’ve known the prince of Wisteria is a brat.”

Jungkook looks at Taehyung scandalously, an offended scowl on his features at the unprompted attack. His puffy morning face looks even rounder when he pouts with furrowed brows, the sight is painfully cute for Taehyung to bite his tongue lest he coos.