Taste of ink (VKOOK) (KOOKV)

Brave Little Soldier

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Jungkook could feel something warm on his neck and he knew that it was someone's breath. He was too tired to possibly open his eyes and so he just shifted and settled back against his friend. Against Yoongi. It was so funny, he had been dreaming about him just a few minutes ago and now here he was; lying in the apartment room bed with him because he had finished working his stupid five day long binge and he was finally going to be back home in the den for a little while with him. His back brushed against his chest and stomach and after a moment he felt his arm moving over his waist, palm pressing against his stomach to pull him in tighter. His friend was so warm that he couldn't help but feel safe and secure and Jungkook moved his head and pressed it against the pillow.

He could just stay like this for a very long time, forever if he could. He knew that pretty soon he would need to get up and leave the den because he would need to start running again. They were a few days behind because of all of the trouble with Hong and so there would be a lot of clients to drop to. Jungkook could very much believe that he would need to be working from the morning to the night and he couldn't even complain because he had had the last few days off working. No, he would just need to jump on his board and work as fast as he could even in the sweltering summer heat just to ensure that he kept the clients and dealers, and their boss happy. But regardless of this knowledge he felt that he could stay just a little longer. This hardly ever happened anymore, he hardly ever woke up in the bed with Yoongi because he was always gone for so long.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly and the faintest scent of something caught his attention: faded shampoo and cologne on the pillow. It didn't smell like Yoongi at all. He had his friend's scent memorised perfectly for he never changed a single thing that he used. His cologne was always Dior Eau Sauvage: woody and faintly bittersweet to his nose. His shampoo was always something milky like almonds, but this was different. This was sweet in a way that seemed to be floral but he couldn't figure it out. That was strange. Yoongi always used the same products over and over because he didn't seem to like change. It made him seem somewhat strangely reliable that he didn't flit from one thing to another like a bee sampling pollen. Not like Woosang. That dealer always smelled like different colognes every time that he saw him and Jungkook just knew that he must have had dozens of shelves in his bathroom with all kinds of bottles on them. The only thing that he could think of was that this wasn't their bed or even their shared apartment room in the den and so he opened his eyes slowly. He saw a hint of white pillow and so he turned his head slightly to look across the room.

Jungkook saw brick wall and a small window right up at the very top that was long and thin, that went along most of the length of it. This was most certainly not his and Yoongi's room: with its white walls and large window and desk. He only knew one such room like that and he shifted to lift his head off the pillow in sleepy confusion. As he did he felt that his arm was tucked under the pillow and when he looked down he saw that he wasn't wearing Yoongi's shirt or even his tee.

No, he saw bare skin and the sight of it was enough to make him furrow his brow in confusion. He placed his head back down on the pillow and then he felt more warm breath on his neck.

Who was he lying in this bed with? This bed that was certainly not his own? He reached down with his hand to feel that an arm was over his waist and his fingertips moved along to find a wrist, and then a hand: scabbed knuckles and grazes in the skin. He glanced down and sure enough he saw a tanned arm on him, the familiar sight of a star tattoo on the back of the hand: Kim Taehyung. Jungkook stuck his tongue out to wet his lips and there was a sour taste in his mouth. It was terribly dry and he could feel the beginnings of a headache starting to throb behind his eyes. Why did his head feel so...weird? It was as if it was floating above him, attached to his neck by a string, and yet at the same time his brain felt like a rock.