something in the water ∙ jjk ✓

5 ↝ a wager on young love ∙ end!

It is a scene that is horrifyingly familiar. Reminiscent of approximately twenty-four hours ago in the form of thumping fists and a shouting voice that runs in a smooth baritone. That is, the victory call of the bane of your existence, violently tugging you from the sanctuary of sleep.

Unfocused and rheumy, your eyelashes detangle. The lids stickily separate and you tiredly release a groan from the back of your throat. Reaching up to grab your pillow to smoosh against your ear and hopefully muffle out the noise, it takes you a scarce moment to realise that what your sleepily searching fingertips have come into contact with is, in fact, not the feathery down that you were expecting. Rather, it is something much more natural in texture, smoother like–

A face.

"Jeongguk!" Taehyung screeches from outside, the sound of nylon slapping against his hands reverberating around the small space. "Oh my god, have you seen ___?! Seriously, wake up, this is an emergency!"

Oh, shit.

Eyes snapping wide open, you look up to where your hand is frigidly sprawled to see, yes, that is most certainly a face that your hand is casually caressing. Jeon Jeongguk's face, in particular. Your boyfriend's face. Already awake as a result of your best friend's panicked squawking, he peers down at you from between your fingers. You can feel the crescent of his smile forming against your palm, eyes filmy with lingering remnants of lethargy.

"Mornin', sunshine," Jeongguk mumbles, listlessly shaking off your hand to fall limply between you so that he can press a kiss to your forehead, making your heart feel fuzzy. Jeongguk's eyes skim further south, travelling down your bare chest, the curve of your exposed hip, the sunlight that pools on your thigh, hitched over his side. Jeongguk languidly runs a thumb over your nipple, eliciting a tingle from your nerves.

Blinking sleepily, he murmurs, "Damn, I can get used to seeing this."

"Jeongguk!" Taehyung screams again with more vigour, ruining the pleasant moment. "Wake the hell up, you fucking loghead!"

Planting a dry kiss to his lips, you sigh and tuck your head under Jeongguk's chin. You make a sweet little sound when he proceeds to wrap his arms around your shoulders, holding you closer. "Y'know, I'd be going out there and murdering him with the chainsaw right about now if this was only a one-time thing. He's really killing the moment."

"Mhm, lucky I'm making sure we have an infinite amount of mornings like this," Jeongguk hums into your hair. Your lips curl against his throat in silent rapture. "How much longer do you think until he–"

"That's it, I'm coming in!"

"Shit, prepare yourself," Jeongguk grunts as he hears Taehyung's fingers begin to clumsily fumble with the zipper. He reluctantly releases you so he can sit up and search for his underwear, calling out, "Unless you want an eyeful of my dick, Tae, I suggest you wait a fucking second."

"Oh, so now he thinks to respond, the little shit!" Taehyung fumes through the thin wall while you scramble to put your bikini on, knowing that there is not a single way you can avoid the sole outcome of this situation. "Dude, seriously, have you seen ___?"

Pushing your hair away from your face, you knead your knuckles into your eyes. In the process, you feel the delicate weight of Jeongguk's hand on the small of your back as he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your lips, and your hands shift from your sockets to caress his jaw. Grudgingly, he draws away, gazing at you with such tenderness before he shifts his focus to the entrance. Jeongguk releases a shuddering breath and then yanks at the zip. The early morning sunlight slowly spills onto the mattress as he opens the door.