killer

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+Jeon Jungkook

I start packing as soon as Taehyung leaves, just because i want to be ahead. He said we'd be there for a week, so i decide I need to make a list of all the things i need.

I pack everything from clothes to deodorant, toothpaste, a hairbrush, and everything necessary for my daily life. A part of me wanted to pack a condom and things needed for safe sex, granted Taehyungs given off some hints of sexual things. I might as well always be prepared. 

After a couple hours of being bored and alone, Taehyung calls me. "Hello?" I say.

"hey," he says, his voice low. "what's up?" i ask, and he coughs. "i just finished packing. do you wanna meet up at the airport or just hang out and then go together?" he says, and i hum, thinking about it. do i really want to hang out with taehyung for who knows how long?

well, of course i do.

"we can just hang out i guess," i say, and i can basically hear him nod. "okay, ill be over in a little bit," he says, and i nod as if he can hear me. "okay, see ya," i say. he responds, "bye," before ending the call.

as he says, the doorbell rings maybe ten minutes later, and i let him in. he leaves his suitcase by the door and sits on the couch. i sit with him, and it's still extremely awkward. 

"i'm still kind of tired," i say, and he nods. "me too," he says, and sigh, he's really no help with anything. "we can like, cuddle again or something," i suggest, and he clicks his tongue. "nah, you're not too comfortable to sleep on," he says, and i glare at him.

"you're not a very comfortable blanket," i reply, and he laughs. "damn, don't get too defensive," he says, and i roll my eyes. "but hey, we can just cuddle like normal people," he says, and i look at the ground. do i want to?

of course i do.

"i guess we can," i say, smiling a smug smile. he nods, laying down and scooting over so i have room to lay down too. "let me start a tv show first," i say, standing up and finding the remote. i surf through the channels, and settle on some k-drama that's unisex friendly, stereotypically. then i make my way to the couch, laying down in front of taehyung so my back side is pressed against his front side. his face is pressed against my neck and his arm his draped over my waist.

"mm, this is nice," i say and i feel him nod.

"very nice, very nice," he says, and i hum. soon enough, i realize i'll probably fall asleep soon so I should probably set an alarm so we can make it to the airport in time. "taehyung, when does the plane leave?" i ask, but he doesnt answer. "tae?" i say, and i assume hes asleep. i turn around, to see he is asleep. i chuckle a little, finding it cute that he fell asleep so easy. but i really need to know when the plane is going to leave, so i have no choice but to wake him up.

i shake him a little, i poke him, i call his name, but nothing wakes him up. i've seen in movies before when person a kisses person b to wake them up.

so why not try that?

i lean forward, pressing my lips against his shortly, and then i pull back, only to see if he's awake, but he isnt. i kiss him again, and this time to my surprise, he kisses back. he cups my jaw, breathing against me. i pull back, and we both open our eyes and simply stare at each other.

"well hey," he says in a kind of questioning tone.

"hey," i say quietly, smiling at him. "when does the plane leave?" i ask, and he glares at me.

"ten-fifteen. you woke me up just for that?" he asks, and i nod, smiling wider. "sorry. you can sleep now," i say, and he just closes his eyes, immediately falling back asleep. i close my eyes too, and my eyes feel heavy.i let them be heavy, slowly feeling myself gain unconsciousness as i think about taehyung and taehyung only, and that's the first time in a while that jimin wasn't on my mind.

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ya boi fucked up but i cant even be mad at myself or try to find a reason as to why it's not my fault cause it definitely is but i truly hate myself man

anyway sorry for this shitty update  i hope the next one will be better