Taehyung pov,
The next morning, I was awoken by a hand massaging the back of my neck gently and stroking the top of my back that was exposed.
My eyes fluttered open, and I found jungkook sitting up with his back against the headboard as he stared down at me.
Jungkook pulled a strand of my hair away from my face, and his lips curled into a small smile,
"Morning."
"Morning. How long have you been awake?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes tiredly.
"For a while," jungkook muttered, hauling me up and over to straddle his legs. I furrowed my eyebrows at his bloodshot eyes and cupped his face .
"Did you get any sleep last night?"
"I had a bad dream," jungkook sighed, admitting it reluctantly, "About namjoon hyungi."
My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.
"What kind?"
"You thought namjoon was better-looking and decided to have a threesome with him and his mate."
I blinked once. Then twice. But the
expression on his face was one of a man who was extremely tramautized, and I couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"This isn't funny," jungkook snapped, glaring at me as I almost fell off his lap from laughter, "It was terrible. I almost had to watch it happen, but I woke up."
I pursed my lips to contain my snickering, but it was difficult to hold it in when jungkook's ears were turning red.
"I thought it would be something serious like you and namjoon hyung having another fight. Not a threesome with him and his mate whom we haven't even met."
"I don't even know," jungkook grumbled, raking a hand through his hair, "I think my nervousness about seeing him transported into my dreams and created the worst nightmare I have ever had."
I grabbed jungkook face between my hands
and stroked his cheekbones with thumbs lightly, "If it makes you feel any better, I don't like threesomes or taken men or anyone who isn't you."
Jungkook rolled his eyes at my amused tone and leaned forward to kiss my forehead, "Please don't tell anyone about this. I'll never hear the end of it."
"You'll be lucky if I don't make at least one wisecrack about it when namjoon hyung arrives," I said, giving him a devilish smile as jungkook groaned and rested his head on my shoulder.
"I really don't like you."
"This is payback for the number of jokes you made about my species. I haven't forgiven you for the broomstick-in-my thing ."
Jungkook raised his head and gave me a sweet peck on the lips, "Am I forgiven now?"
"Nope."
Another kiss.
"How about now?"
I almost wanted to sigh out loud.
Despite the fact that we were acting like teenagers, jungkook made my heart flutter more than a hummingbird's wings with his cute gestures.
It also didn't help that Jungkook was a sight to behold in the morning shirtless with messy hair, and a shadow of stubble that tickled me every skin.
time his cheek brushed against my
I honestly wanted to hug him and rip his
track pants off at the same time.
"Taehyung?"
I snapped out of my lusty daydream and
peered at him innocently.
