A Love beyond the boundaries

Chapter 13

The next morning, Jungkook woke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains, his mind slowly surfacing from a peaceful sleep.

For a brief moment, he wasn’t quite sure where he was, but the unfamiliar warmth beside him quickly brought back memories of the previous night.

His eyes fluttered open, and he realized that Taehyung's arm was still resting gently around his waist.

The closeness of it made his heart race in ways he wasn’t entirely prepared to understand.

Taehyung was still fast asleep, his face serene, completely unaware of the storm of thoughts running through Jungkook’s mind.

Jungkook carefully glanced down at the arm draped over him, feeling the steady warmth of Taehyung’s body beside his.

There was a certain intimacy in the way they were entangled—something that felt both foreign and natural all at once.

Jungkook lay still for a moment longer, unsure if he should move and risk waking Taehyung, or if he should just let the moment linger.

It was quiet, almost too perfect, and he felt a strange sense of calm mixed with nervousness. He had never been this close to Taehyung before, not like this.

Just as he was about to shift slightly, Taehyung stirred. His hand flexed against Jungkook’s waist, and he let out a soft, sleepy sigh.

Jungkook froze, his breath catching in his throat, but Taehyung didn’t fully wake. Instead, he shifted closer, his body pressing lightly against Jungkook’s back.

It was so natural, like they had fallen into this position a thousand times before, even though this was the first.

Jungkook’s mind was a mess of thoughts.

How did they end up like this?

Should he wake Taehyung and laugh it off?

Or maybe pretend it never happened?

But as he lay there, feeling the warmth and security of Taehyung's presence, he couldn't help but think that he didn’t want to move. Not yet.

After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, Taehyung slowly blinked awake.

Jungkook felt the change in his breathing, the soft movement as Taehyung became aware of the situation.

For a moment, there was silence—neither of them said anything, both probably thinking the same thing.

Then, Taehyung’s voice broke the quiet, soft and low with sleep. “Morning,” he mumbled, his face still half-buried in the pillow. There was no awkwardness in his tone, just a sleepy contentment, like waking up together like this was the most normal thing in the world.

Jungkook swallowed, his voice caught in his throat for a moment before he managed a quiet, “Morning.”

Taehyung shifted slightly, pulling his arm back as he sat up, stretching lazily. His eyes still held the haze of sleep, but a small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Looks like I got a little too comfortable,” he said with a soft chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

Jungkook sat up too, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment as Taehyung’s warmth left his side. “Yeah,” he said, trying to keep his voice light. “I guess we both did.”

For a moment, there was a comfortable silence between them, and neither seemed in a rush to move on from what had happened.

The morning sunlight filled the room, and the world outside their small bubble felt distant, irrelevant.