ʜᴇᴀʟ ʏᴏᴜ | taekook ✓

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ꜰɪᴠᴇ.

Morning sunlight seeps through the curtains, dappled across the room in soft streaks. Taehyung stirs first, the sharp brightness of the sun coaxing him out of sleep. A soft weight pressed against him, unfamiliar and firm, yet strangely comforting.

He blinks slowly, adjusting to the light, and realizes his arm is wrapped snugly around Jungkook's waist. Jungkook, who is very much still asleep. Jungkook, whose head is nestled against Taehyung's chest, their legs tangled in a way that makes heat rise to Taehyung's cheeks.

For a moment, he freezes, his mind scrambling to remember how they had ended up like this.

The hug. The tears. He had meant to comfort Jungkook, and somewhere in the quiet, the tension had ebbed away just enough for exhaustion to take over. They must have fallen asleep together on the couch.

He glances down at Jungkook, whose lips are slightly parted, his lashes casting soft shadows against his cheeks. His piercing reflecting some of the light, looking like a sparkly gem around his bottom lip. Taehyung's chest tightens at the sight. Jungkook looks peaceful, a rare vulnerability etched into his features. He looks... beautiful.

Taehyung's heart thuds loudly in his chest, and he fights the urge to panic. But it is not the panic of discomfort or fear. It is the panic of realization - realization that his feelings for Jungkook are no longer just lingering at the edges. They are sitting in full view, undeniable and impossible to ignore.

Before he can untangle himself, Jungkook writhes comfortably, his brows furrowing as his eyes blinks open. The moment their gazes lock, time seems to halt.

"Hyung?" Jungkook's voice is groggy, his breath warm against Taehyung's chest. He shifts slightly, then freezes as realization dawns. His eyes widen. "Oh."

"Uh... morning" Taehyung says, his voice awkward, a nervous chuckle escaping before he can stop it.

Jungkook pulls back hastily, his cheeks flooding with color. "I- I didn't mean to- uh-" He tries to sit up, but their legs are still tangled, and he stumbles. Taehyung reaches out instinctively, steadying him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Careful" Taehyung murmurs, his voice low and steady, though his heart is racing.

"Sorry," Jungkook mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn't mean to... you know, fall asleep on you."

"It's fine" Taehyung says quickly. "I mean- uh....it was late, and we were both exhausted, so..." He trails off, realizing he is rambling.

Jungkook looks at him, his eyes soft but searching. "You were... comfortable" he admits quietly, his gaze dropping from Taehyung's eyes to his lips and quickly down to his own lap.

Taehyung's breath catches. He doesn't know how to respond to that, so he opts for honesty. "You were too" he responds softly.

The moment stretches between them, charged with something neither of them can name, though it is all too obvious.

Then Taehyung's phone buzzes loudly from the coffee table, shattering the quiet intimacy.

"Shit" Taehyung mutters, leaning over to grab it. His eyes widen at the string of missed calls and texts from work. "I'm late. Like, very late."

Jungkook straightens, his own phone lighting up beside Taehyung's. He groans, running a hand through his hair before he halts.
"It's my mom," he says, looking up at Taehyung, his expression tinged with nervousness.

Taehyung shoves a hand through his own hair, standing up quickly and wincing when his foot catches on the edge of the coffee table. "Okay, okay, let's not panic. I'll text my boss, say I overslept. You... answer your mom, alright?"