𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 🎟

three

Jeongguk has this habit where he'll check on his hyungs before bed. It's not like Taehyung finds it annoying - he actually looks forward to the moment he sees black, soft hair peek through his door for a few seconds to see Taehyung laying in bed. During those times, the oldest of the two always fakes sleeping.

Tonight, however, he's actually asleep. Or, trying to be.

Jeongguk opens Taehyung's door to find him shaking in his sleep. He frowns at the sight. In their many years of living together, this has to be the first time he's seen this which worries him greatly. What could possibly be troubling him?

He takes a step into the room making his way closer to the bed. The closer he gets, the easier it gets to hear the whimpers escaping the brunettes mouth.

"Tae?" He kneels next to the boy, threading his fingers through sweaty yet still soft hair. It's a wonder how his hair always feels so silky smooth. It's addicting.

His hyung doesn't wake up at all. It doesn't stop him from laying his head down on his own arm just watching the boy fight whatever it is. He wishes he could help, but his mother once told him to let the dreamer to sleep through it. It makes it less possible for them to remember whatever it was. So, he just keeps running his fingers through brown hair hoping it'll be over soon.

Another small sound escapes pink pouty lips. Jeongguk moves his hand to caress Taehyung's cheekbone, "Shh. I got you. You're okay."

"Jeonggukkie," He watches as his friend slowly wakes up; he notices how pretty, brown eyes flutter open to see the boy in front of him. "Is that you?"

"Did I wake you?" Taehyung has never heard his friends voice this soft before. Nor this careful. The fond look in the eyes before him make him feel so, so safe he nearly lets out another whimper.

"Wh- what happened?" His bottom lip quivers as he notices that a strong hand is running soothing motions on his cheek. "Why are you here?"

"I was checking on you. You were having a bad dream so I stayed," The hand moves a fallen strand of hair out of the brunettes eyes. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

A tear escapes Taehyung's eyes.

"What's got you feeling so bad, baby?"

A good round of tears escape now. Honestly, Taehyung doesn't know what's bothering him. Maybe it's the fact that he's been feeling so lonely despite having six other guys around him and a whole fan base to support him. He can't help the fact that it's just not enough for him sometimes. Sometimes, he just wants a certain kind of attention. One that the boy in front of him seems so good at giving him.

Too embarrassed to say that, he just grabs ahold of Jeongguk's hand and kisses it. "Stay?"

Jeongguk squeezes his hand. "Of course, baby."

He watches with a smile as Taehyung moves back a bit to give him room, then he lays down next to him. The two boys lie facing each other, their hands still clasped. The oldest of the two moves his attention to playing with Jeongguk's fingers. "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, hyung."

"I do," His heart swells up at the thought that Jeongguk spent time that he should've used sleeping merely just monitoring Taehyung in one of his most vulnerable states. "You didn't have to—"

Jeongguk moves closer to Taehyung. Small puffs of air hitting Taehyung's face due to the proximity, "I don't think I could've slept knowing you were in here like that, honestly."

"But—" The younger just shakes his head before Taehyung could say anymore. He moves even closer to kiss the corner of the brunettes lips.

He pulls back just a little bit to gauge the others reaction properly only to be met with wide, expectant eyes. Jeongguk chuckles, "C'mere baby."

So, that's exactly what Taehuung does. Scooting closer till he can rest his head on the younger's broader chest. In the elders sleepy state, he whispers, "You smell really good."

"Shh," Jeongguk says. "Just go to sleep."

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The next morning, Taehyung wakes up with a smile on his face at the lingering feeling of a certain black haired boys lips on his. Looking beside him, he sees the boy he loves so much with his hair flopping in every which direction in deep sleep.

Taehyung's lips curve up in a small, fond smile. The elder scoots forward till he's close enough to actually feel the small puffs of air Jeongguk is breathing hit his face. He moves some hair out of the boys face — hair soft as ever — and his hand falls down to land on top of Jeongguk's hand. The younger, upon sensing his movement, immediately locks their hands as if it's something they do all the time.

The boys breathing starts speeding up, signaling that he's waking up, and Taehyung almost freaks out at the fact he most definitely has been staring but—

"Hey, baby." Jeongguk suddenly says. His voice is so soft, a little deeper than usual from his sleep, and fuck if it doesn't do things to Taehyung's poor heart.

Taehyung smiles. Something he does an awful lot of when Jeon Jeongguk is around, he has noticed. "Hi."

"Are you feeling better?" The younger doesn't even bother unlocking their hands so he could stretch. It makes the other feel even warmer than he already feels.

"Mhm," The brunette nods. "Thanks for, uh, helping me. You didn't have to do that."

"I believe I did," Jeongguk used his free hand to move his thumb in soothing motions of Taehyung's cheek. Just like he did last night. "I like helping you, Tae."

Before the latter can even respond to that, he's being pulled into muscular arms that emit nothing but safety. He immediately melts into the embrace as he feels Jeongguk's arms tighten around him — almost as if he's trying to make it a point to the universe that the boy in his arms is his. He knows it's a long shot to assume that Taehyung actually wants him back, but he wishes. God, he wishes.

He hopes that for one pitiful moment in his life, that wish will come true.