Love is half

15

Jungkook could smell the sea.

It's everywhere, in his hair, his chin, his clothes, the stickiness against his chin. Even over the scent of fresh pages of the books, the earth and ocean is strong in his nose and his tongue feels heavy in his mouth. He half wonders if he is in busan, where his favorite beach lays, he half wonders if he is in his bedroom, since when his pillow smells so ocean and earth? He half hopes he is on his couch or anywhere but.

There's a hand and a weight on his hair, his shoulder and he leans when he finds this place too comfortable and warm. There's sound of two or some people clearing their throats, one is heavy one is little awkward, he wonders if he is kidnapped. But he is so fucking comfortable and the body is holding him so dearly that Jungkook doesn't want to move away.

His stomach heaves with sour pouring inside when he opens his eyes a little, the room is lightened from the torch of someone's phone, and he is entirely leaned on Taehyung.

Library, Song of Achilles, smokes and Taehyung, Jungkook's life flashes in front of his eyes.

Did I fucking fall asleep on Taehyung. The thought is sudden, alarming and arresting.

He sits up without any other thought and the hand on his hair and the arm from his shoulder slips, Taehyung's body next to him jerks awake and flinches away as if they have turned into fire and water, who must not come across. Jungkook' eyes are wide, there's stickiness around the corner of his lips that he is sure is his own drool.

Jungkook almost starts crying when he looks in front. The man's face is pale as a fucking ghost and the torch from the phone shadowing under his eyes and nose, same with the other guy.

"Oh fuck, hey." Jungkook is almost breathless when he finds them sitting on the chairs in front of them, he can hear the groan and rustling from Taehyung moving next to him and complaining about him accidentally moving too fast, but there's burning around his cheeks from embarrassment and realization so he ignores him.

Yoongi rolls his eyes.

"Care to explain?" He sends him a glare, then at Taehyung who has a pout pushed on his lips.

"Yeah, what the fuck is this Taehyung?" Namjoon joins them.

And it's like a dream, Jungkook feels putty in front of their sitting figures, his chest rises and falls rapidly, as if it trying to pace with his thoughts. He doesn't know what the fuck happened, doesn't know how Yoongi and Namjoon are here and doesn't know why Taehyung was holding him so dearly. Why was he even leaning on him to sleep.

"Uh.." Taehyung sits up straight, the bone of his neck cracks a little when he straightens his stiff neck and arms, "We were looking for a book and the librarian closed the door." He lies smoothly that Jungkook wonders if he does so often, but he is thankful because Yoongi and Namjoon shares a glance, and nods, then sighs. There's so much confusions between them, so much to ask or wonder. But Jungkook is fucking sleepy and Taehyung looks like he would fall asleep with eyes awake.  There's a wet patch in middle of Taehyung's shirt and Jungkook wants to die.

They looks at themselves for a moment and looks away, both of their eyes remains wide.

"Kid, get up, stay in mine today." Yoongi is first one to stand, he looks more like a tired dad than a worried hyung, his hair is messy and his hoodie is messed up as if it has been lying around the room for days, "come." He says, Jungkook feels bad but he stands up eventually.

Namjoon pulls Taehyung up by offering him a hand and Taehyung does so. Jungkook eyes catches on the thick book in Taehyung's clutch, blooding gold and teal with bold text. But of them are staring at it but too afraid to speak up as if they are shy teenagers again who has kissed silly each other under their special location, old shabby rooftop.

And when Namjoon looks at Jungkook, he does not look at him as if he hates his existence, he looks at him as if he wants to ask.

Taehyung, Namjoon and Yoongi waits for Jungkook who went inside from the help of the torch to get his own phone, a tote bag is slung on side of his shoulder. Taehyung, ocean and the whole fucking thing is still on his mind and he still hopes it was just a surreal dream.

He stops at the window where he watches Yoongi eases the icy window open, grunting with effort, it opens up and pulls wide enough for all of them to escape. Namjoon goes first, then Yoongi and then Taehyung hesitates but then slips out.

There's a small thumb against Jungkook's chest when he watches a hand waiting to be held and it's  Taehyung's who is out of the window but his hand is stretched towards Jungkook to help.

Jungkook never needs help, but he takes it, ignores Yoongi and Namjoon's lingering obvious gaze and a gentle pull, he climbs out of here too, the absence of Taehyung's hand afterwards.

"s'fucking cold damn" Jungkook complains and walks lazily to where his hyungs have parked their cars, both of them are walking in front of them, almost a long distance between them. Taehyung is walking a little ahead of him but if Jungkook wants he can catch up.

"I thought you are wearing three layers of clothes?" A slight tease at the end of his sentence, a quirk on corner of his lips as Taehyung pulls the Jacket Jungkook gave him earlier tighter around his body. As Jungkook was about to give him one of those snarky reply, Yoongi smacks his lips in annoyance from the slow pace the younger's are walking.

"Yah! Ggukah, get on hyung's back!," He waits with hands over his hips and Namjoon bites his lips back from a small smile twitching. Jungkook's legs are sore as shit and he is sleepy and tired, so he complies with enthusiasm from the offer and sticks his tongue at Taehyung. Then without much words shared between them, he runs to where Yoongi is standing and jumps on the smaller male's back. Two hands comes to grip on his calves and his heavy weight is quite easily settled on Yoongi's back, comfortable even.

Taehyung watches, amuzed. Namjoon is walking next to him, his face is soft. He can hear Jungkook yelling almost as if he is drunk and calling Yoongi his "horse" and the smile on his face isn't seen from here but Taehyung can hear it.

Heart warm, eased and breath uneven, Taehyung trails behind them with Namjoon, a smile he isn't trying to hide is on his face.

"So..you want to get on my back too?" Namjoon speaks up, dimples on his cheeks from the smile he has.

"Ah c'mon hyung, m'good." Taehyung whines and shakes his head. He doesn't know why he feels so warm, and Jungkook's jacket is almost summery.

"He is not that bad as I thought." Namjoon says with his eyes looking at Jungkook who looks so happy, so free.

Taehyung nods without any protest, or hesitation. The he in the sentence is jungkook and it makes him feel griddy to know Namjoon thinks that too.

"He is the kindest soul i've known."

The Song of Achilles book is still in his hand, the smile is still on Taehyung's face when he mumbles those words.
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