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Taehyung leapt through the door, slamming it shut and throwing himself up the stairs. When he looked at his phone he saw he had 8 minutes. 8 minutes before Hell broke loose.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck." Taehyung tore his clothes off, throwing them in the corner. He couldn't find his pyjamas, so decided to opt for none- praying that Yoongi wouldn't try and do anything while he was in his underwear.
After falling countless times and crying out at the mere sight of the clock, Taehyung heard the door slam shut downstairs. It was exactly 2:00AM.
Taehyung flicked the light off. With the utmost stealth, he padded over to the bed and slipped inside. The covers felt smooth against his bare skin.
Then the door opened, and Taehyung's heart crawled into his throat. Footsteps approached the bed. The covers were thrown off, and if Taehyung wasn't going to be slaughtered if he was found awake, he would've outraged.
Yoongi let out a barely audible groan behind him. It was torturously nerve wracking to hear his boyfriend dip down onto the bed. Suddenly, a hand was on the small of his back.
"Let's see how asleep you are, Taehyung."
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