Call me HYUNG!

New Life-II

Neither of them knew how it had started or even when, but in that moment, it felt perfect. Taehyung, flushed and breathless, was hovering over Jungkook, his body pressing against him as their lips moved in a slow, intoxicating rhythm. The taste of alcohol lingered on their tongues, but it was the warmth and softness of the kiss that consumed them.

Jungkook’s heart pounded as his hands rested on Taehyung’s waist, holding him close. The kiss deepened, becoming more intense, and neither of them wanted it to stop. Their world was reduced to that moment—just the two of them, completely lost in each other.

But as the intensity of the kiss began to fade into a slower, softer rhythm, their bodies gave into the exhaustion from both the alcohol and the overwhelming emotions of the night. Taehyung, too drunk to stay awake any longer, slumped against Jungkook. Without a word, he rested his head on Jungkook’s chest, too drowsy to think, to speak, or even move. Jungkook, also drained, let out a soft sigh, his arms naturally wrapping around Taehyung.

Taehyung’s soft breaths against his skin felt comforting, and despite the lingering buzz of the alcohol, Jungkook’s heart swelled with warmth. The tension that had been building between them all night seemed to dissipate as sleep began to claim them both. With Taehyung’s weight resting on him, Jungkook closed his eyes, feeling at peace for the first time in a while.

They slept like that, tangled together, unaware of what the morning would bring.
(I just wanted to start a chap with kiss so uhm sorry 😆😅)

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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. Taehyung stirred first, his head pounding from the hangover. He groaned quietly, blinking his eyes open. His brain felt foggy, and it took a few moments for him to realize where he was—or rather, who he was lying on.

His cheek was pressed against Jungkook’s chest, and their legs were tangled together under the blanket. For a split second, his heart raced, his mind desperately trying to piece together the events of the previous night. But nothing came to mind except flashes of laughter, warmth, and... a kiss?

Jungkook groaned softly beneath him, still half-asleep. Taehyung slowly lifted his head, only to find Jungkook’s arms still loosely wrapped around him. His own heart fluttered in confusion. What had happened? Why were they like this? Did they really kiss, or was it just a hazy memory?

Jungkook’s eyes blinked open, squinting against the morning light. His gaze met Taehyung’s, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The hangover was evident on both of their faces—the dull headache, the dryness in their throats—but there was something else lingering in the air. An unspoken tension, softened by the warmth of the morning.

“Morning...” Jungkook muttered, his voice raspy from sleep, but his arms still held Taehyung loosely.

“Morning,” Taehyung responded, his voice equally hoarse. His body felt heavy from the hangover, but he made no immediate move to pull away. He didn’t quite know what to say. Should he ask about the kiss? Should he pretend nothing happened?

Jungkook, meanwhile, felt a strange mixture of relief and confusion. He didn’t quite remember all the details of last night either, but the way Taehyung was still comfortably resting against him felt... right. Neither of them seemed in a hurry to break the contact, as if they were both silently agreeing to let the morning unfold slowly, without complications.

After a few more moments of quiet, Taehyung shifted slightly, his body still resting against Jungkook’s, and he mumbled, “I have a headache.”

Jungkook chuckled softly, his hand reaching up to rub his own temple. “Yeah, me too.”