forever young || k.t.h

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hoseok

"kim taehyung! let's eat dinner together." i tried shaking him for the umpteenth time but to no avail.

i set up the dishes and utensils on the table and tried waking him up again.

"taehyung?" i tried blowing air into his ear but he still wasn't awake.

"what happened to that guy?" heeyoung asked.

"i don't know either. why not you try waking him up?" heeyoung put down her pair of chopstick and walked towards the sofa.

since she was waking him up, i decided to dig in first.

"oh my god, what the hell!" she exclaimed.

"what? wh—"

"KIM TAEHYUNG IS BURNING HOT!" she shouted before carrying a basin with a handkerchief to the washroom.

she came back and took care of him. when she was beside him, they looked perfect. well, not exactly perfect but you get the point. it was as if my little sister grew up.

she didn't even took care of me when we were young, psh.

"how should we bring him home later? are you gonna bring him home?" i shook my head and signalled her to come.

"let's eat and decide later okay?" she just simply nodded and continued eating.

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after dinner, heeyoung insisted on taking care of taehyung so I went to sleep.

"remember if anything happens or you need help, wake me up," as i could see she was already very tired i didn't want to nag more.

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heeyoung

i was getting a little tired of staring at his jerk face. okay i hate to admit this but he kind of look innocent when he sleeps? he should sleep all the time because once his eyes and mouth are open, disasters happen.

unknowingly, my head slowly dropped and soon I was asleep beside taehyung. as I shift into a more comfortable position, i felt him move as well.

"ugh..." a raspy voice moaned.

i woke up after that. "oh? you woke up." i shifted my position so he would be able to sit up.

"you okay? you were burning hot last night." i asked.

"i'm hot not only last night, but every time, 24/7." he ended his sentence with a wink.

then silence enveloped us as we had some awkward staring contest.

"by the way, what time is it now?" luckily, he broke the silence.

i looked at the clock in the kitchen it showed 1:56am.

"you wanna get some ice-cream?" he asked me.

i stood up and scanned around him. "is it just me or are you actually asking me if i want to get ice-cream?" i asked him. warily.

"quick, before i change my mind on treating you."

"okay, fine," i went to grab a jacket and we headed out.

we strolled the park after getting our vanilla ice-cream.

"why did you bring me home yesterday?" i asked him while we settled down on the wooden bench.

"well, you were unresponsive and thought you were dead or something." nothing nice ever comes out of his mouth am i right?