Adorkable [j.woo] | COMPLETE

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He woke up in what felt like the middle of the night. It sounded like there was someone in his house. Was he being robbed?! Stumbling out of bed Taehyung went to the door, turning on the lights in the hallway. There was a faint glow coming from the kitchen. Grumbling a curse under his breath Taehyung headed for the light. He turned on the main kitchen light.

There by the table was Jiwoo. Sighing out of relief Taehyung sat down at the table. He'd completely forgotten she was here.

"Why are you up? And dressed?" He muttered, scratching his head.

Jiwoo yawned, "I have work."

At the sound of that word, work, he grabbed her arm. "Don't go in today." He didn't have a good feeling about it. Not with that bruise, with her creepy manager. Thinking as quickly as his tired brain would allow Taehyung added, "you don't have to worry about it, you can stay here. So just miss one day."

Jiwoo shook her head, "I can't."

Taehyung frowned, "it's the weekend. Just one day." He could see the ware on her face. He could make her give in. He stood up, letting his hand slide from her arm to her hand. He stepped closer still. "Please Jiwoo. Don't go there today. I have a bad feeling..." he murmured. It was meant to be a tactic, yet it felt so intimate. He didn't feel like he was manipulating her, he felt like he meant it... maybe he did...

"Taehyung I just-"

"Yes you can." He said cutting her off. "Go back to sleep."

She shook her head, "I won't let someone else take care of me. I'm independent."

Taehyung sighed, he was so tired. He rested his heavy head against her shoulder. "Please." He murmured again.

The feeling of the weight of his head on her shoulder woke her up more. There was no connection she kept telling herself. Yet Jiwoo wanted to embrace this feeling more than ever. "The bed is uncomfortable." She managed an excuse.

"Then have mine. I don't care." Taehyung muttered moving closer still. He was so comfortable against her.

Jiwoo was trying not to draw attention to the pain in her shoulder. His head was right on the bruise. But he was already there comfortably resting against her. What could she do?

With all of his will power Taehyung stood up. He reached for the light flipping it off. He hoisted Jiwoo up off the floor walking back down the hall. She didn't protest as he walked back to his room. He was on autopilot. He dropped her down on one side of the king sized bed and curled up on the other side. He was out immediately.

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He awoke later to the smell of daisy which was uncharacteristic for an autumn day like today. Yet the fragrance surrounded him. Lifting his heavy lids Taehyung looked around his bedroom. Light streamed in through the windows to his left. Something was tickling his chin too. The unfamiliar smell of daisies and the tickling of his chin were all new occurrences. He meant to sit up, when he realized something weighing his arm down. Looking down Taehyung saw Jiwoo, asleep over his arm. When he laid back down, the top of her head fell right under his chin. Her hair was the cause of the daisies and the tickling. "Of course." He murmured, laughing softly to himself.

She didn't stir at all when he did. After he'd fallen asleep last night (technically this morning) she had changed out of her cafe uniform. She was now in a pink tank top. How is she not cold? Then he felt her move a bit. Quickly he shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep. Jiwoo stretched her legs, petting Joker who'd gotten comfortable laying between the two. She chuckled to herself, "I can see you peeking."

Taehyung opened his eyes completely. "How!? I was so sneaky."

Jiwoo rolled her eyes, laughing softly, "sure you were." She rolled over to look st the clock behind her. Sighing, Jiwoo sat up.

"What now~!" Taehyung complained, hugging his pillow.

Jiwoo sighed, "I have work later."

"If it's at the cafe, don't go." I replied factually.

While pulling up her hair Jiwoo replied, "first off it's not. Second off, what do you have against my job at the cafe!?"

Taehyung sighed, "your boss is a total perv."