ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ • ᴠᴍɪɴ & ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏᴏᴋ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

79. I Kissed Who?

Morning light crept lazily through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the room. The four boys were still tangled together in a mess of blankets and sleepy limbs. Legs overlapped. Someone's hand rested on someone else’s stomach. No one could really tell where one body ended and another began. It was chaotic, but it was comfortable.

Jungkook stirred first.

Faint sounds of movement floated up from downstairs. A chair scraping. The thud of something being shifted. His eyes fluttered open, and he groaned softly at the light. Beside him, Taehyung lay curled up, his hair a wild halo against the pillow, his lips slightly parted in sleep.

Smiling to himself, Jungkook leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his temple.

“Morning, love,” he whispered. Taehyung didn’t move, not even a twitch.

Jungkook stretched, careful not to wake the others, then slipped out from under the blanket. He grabbed a hoodie on his way out and padded down the stairs, barefoot and half-awake.

In the living room, Taehyung and V’s parents were already busy. Furniture had been pushed aside, and the couch now stood at a new angle. The coffee table was halfway across the room. Their mom stood with her hands on her hips, surveying the space like a general preparing for battle.

“Need some help?” Jungkook asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

They both looked up, surprised but pleased.

“Good morning, Jungkook!” their mom greeted them warmly. “You’re up early.”

“I heard the sound of something heavy being dragged,” he said, grinning as he walked over to help.

The twins’ dad chuckled. “You’d think we were moving houses with all the rearranging going on.”

She waved a hand in the air. “It’s for the party! I want the space to feel open. And don’t start criticizing my angles again.”

Jungkook laughed and helped lift the coffee table with him.

“I’m not judging. Just here to help,” he said.

“Good,” their mom replied with a smile. “Because I need someone young and strong to untangle those fairy lights.”

She pointed to a hopelessly knotted ball of wire on the floor.

Jungkook made a face. “Oh no. The real enemy.”

The twins’ father laughed and patted his shoulder. “Welcome to the family, son.”

~♡~

Back upstairs, sunlight was beginning to bathe the room in a softer glow.

Jimin stirred next. His eyes blinked open slowly, and he realized something immediately.

He was trapped.

Taehyung had somehow wrapped himself tightly around him during the night, while V still had an arm slung loosely over his waist. Jimin was the human pillow in a twin sandwich.

And it was warm. Too warm.

“Mine,” Taehyung mumbled sleepily, pulling Jimin away from V without even opening his eyes.

“Hey!” Jimin let out a soft laugh as he was dragged closer.

“Rude.” V groaned in protest and tightened his grip for a moment before giving up. “He was warm…”

“And now he’s mine,” Taehyung muttered, voice muffled against Jimin’s neck.

Jimin lay there between them, blinking at the ceiling.