Melting Softly [[Taekook]]

Chapter 7

It was early in the morning, and Taehyung had barely had time to blink before the door to his room burst open with a loud bang.

"Wake up, you lazy ass!" Jimin shouted, launching himself at Taehyung like a human cannonball.

"UGH!" Taehyung groaned as Jimin collided with him, sending him flat onto his back. The impact made him grunt in pain, but Jimin didn't care.

"Come on, wake up! We have class in the afternoon!" Jimin grinned mischievously as he started wrestling with Taehyung, pinning his arms down.

"Why do I feel like a baby being assaulted at 7 AM?" Taehyung muttered, trying to wriggle out from under Jimin's weight. His brain was still foggy, barely processing what time it was. "It's morning, Jimin! You woke me up for an afternoon class! What kind of insanity is this?"

"Because you're a softie. And I'm here to teach you the meaning of 'waking up early,'" Jimin teased, only to yelp when Taehyung suddenly flipped him over and wrapped him up in his thick, cozy blanket like a burrito.

"Oh, hell no!" Jimin squirmed, his voice muffled by the quilt. "Let me out! This is unfair!"

Taehyung grinned wickedly, "You're officially a mummy now, my friend. Time to go back to Egypt."

"You little-!" Jimin's voice was full of mock outrage, and Taehyung couldn't resist lightly punching his wrapped-up form.

"Waking up early is overrated," Taehyung said with a chuckle, punching Jimin's side again.

That's when the door to the room swung open, and Taehyung's mother entered, looking mildly frazzled. "What in the world are you two doing?!"

Both boys froze, still in the middle of their playful brawl, but at the sight of Taehyung's mother standing there with her arms crossed, they knew they were in trouble.

Taehyung's mother sighed, rubbing her temples. "Do you two realize that I've been trying to have a quiet moment with your father for the last half hour? You're like... like... a pair of wild animals!"

"Ewwwwww," both Taehyung and Jimin said in unison, their voices dripping with exaggerated disgust as they glanced toward her and her husband, who was casually sipping his coffee in the doorway. "No one needs to picture that, aunty!"

"Exactly! Why would you even say that?!" Taehyung groaned, dramatically throwing his head back against the pillow.

Jimin, muffled in the blanket, let out a sarcastic gasp. "aunty, you're ruining our vibe!"

Taehyung's mother rolled her eyes and sighed deeply. "If you don't stop, I swear, I'll lock you both in your rooms until you learn what quiet means!"

"You wouldn't dare," Taehyung teased, his voice dripping with mock defiance, even as he continued to lightly punch at Jimin.

"Try me!" she shot back, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, this just got awkward," Jimin grumbled, shifting uncomfortably in his blanket cocoon.

"Yeah, let's just get out of here before they start getting weird," Taehyung muttered, his face a mix of amusement and mock embarrassment. "You're lucky I'm not already dead tired from your early-ass wake-up call."

Jimin nodded in agreement, even as Taehyung started to untangle him from the blanket. "We're totally not going to talk about this later."

"Oh, yeah. Not even once," Taehyung said with a smirk, his voice laced with sarcasm. "I'll make sure to bring it up every single day."