art exhibit//taekook

9.

"Finally, how long did that take you?"
"How am I supposed to get decently ready in two seconds at 8am?"
"Just shut up and go talk to him already, I don't want to freak him out with my own face."

I tried to sit up but I fell back down immediately, my hand resting on my forehead in a stupid attempt to decrease the throbbing in my head.
I could hear someone knocking but I didn't reply. Too tired.
"Jungkook?"
I immediately turned over so my back was facing the door. Shit shit shit I look like I mess.
"I brought you some aspirin to help. You need to drink some water too." I could feel the mattress sink from the weight of him sitting down beside me. I turned over again so that he couldn't see my face.
"Jungkook, come on.." He stroked my hair lightly until I finally faced him.
"Sit up, bunny." I sat up as he asked and took the cup of water in both my hands, barely sipping on it. Everything was spinning.
"Swallow this." He gave me a small pill and I complied, swallowing it down with some water.
"I never knew you had abs, bunny."
I gasped, pulling the covers up to my chin.
"I don't." My voice was croaky. "Where am I, anyway? Where are my clothes?"
"Jimin's house, guest room. He found you in a bar last night and took you home cause you were apparently too drunk to stand on your own. He also said your clothes stank and were covered in vodka so he cleaned your jacket for you and put your shirt in the wash. I guess those tracksuits you're wearing are still from last night. But he thinks they're clean." I sank back into the bed and turned on my stomach, waiting for the dizziness to go away.
"He also said you were crying...like.. a lot."
I sighed.
"Jungkook... talk to me."
I teared up again.
"Hey, hey, don't cry, come here." He whispered, dragging me onto his lap as he moved to lean against the headrest. He covered us both with the blanket and hugged me tight, stroking my hair as I bawlled into his chest.
He was comfortable and warm and had the softest hoodie on. But I still cried.
"Jungkook, baby, what's wrong?" The pet name sent chills running down my spine. Eventually, I calmed down enough to be lightly breathing and occasionally hiccuping into his neck.
"I.. I look like a sack of d-demented rats."
"What??" He chuckled lightly.
"I'm ugly, Tae."
"Since when??!"
"Always."
"No. No, no, no." He cupped my jaw and lifted my head up so that our noses were basically touching. My tired eyes looked into his as he muttered words upon words about how I looked good and stuff. It felt nice but I still couldn't shake myself from the feeling.
I caught myself staring at his lips but went to hug him again to stop myself as he reassured me. After a while, he stopped talking and lightly ran his soft hands up and down my bare back before wrapping them around me again.
"Thank y-you, Tae." I sniffled.
"I'm only saying the truth, bunny. I meant it when I said you're the best model I've had. You're flawless. And besides, you have a great personality too, what's not to love?"
"You haven't seen the worst of me Tae."
"When I do, I'm bringing you warm milk and a blanket and we can cuddle like we we are right now. That sound good?"
"Mm.. wanna stay like this forever." I fell asleep again.

-

"Wake up lovebirds it's nearly 1pm!!" I could hear Jimin shout from the other room. I attempted to roll around only to be reminded by the squeeze of two arms wrapped around my torso from behind. I turned around in his hold and looked at his messy bleached hair covering half his face. His lips were swollen with sleep and his cheek was pressed against the pillow. Adorable. Now was my chance.
I leaned in reluctantly, and placed a small peck on his cheek. But he didn't wake up... Damn it. I shook him lightly until he finally opened his eyes a bit and stretched, removing his arms from around my waist along with the warmth that came with them.
"C..cold."
"Hm?" He turned to me, rubbing his eyes.
"It's cold." My voice came out quieter than I expected. I wanted him to hug me again.
"Hey Jimin! You have a spear jumper or something?" Never mind.
"Yep! There in the top drawer with the blankets. Also Jungkook you're free to use to shower!" He said from what I assume was the kitchen. The smell of coffee was prominent by now.

As soon as I had showered, I put on my somewhat clean tracksuits and the muted, dark blue sweater Jimin offered me. It was too big and the sleeves covered my hands, but that was probably Jimin's thing, right? I smiled at my sweater paws and walked into the living room which was openly connected to the kitchen.

Taehyung was sitting on the sofa, a mug of coffee resting in his hands. His hair was still messy and cheeks still subtly red.
"You're so cute when you're sleepy." I came up to sit next to him and watch whatever variety show was on the TV.
"Oh yeah? Have you looked in the mirror?" He wrapped his arms around my neck and fell down onto his back, making me land in an awkward position on my stomach.
"Guys stop being smoochy and shit and come eat something."
"Fine, Jiminie." Taehyung stood up and walked to the table where there was some light food. I joined shortly after and ate with them.

"So how did you guys meet?" Jimin smirked behind his mug.
"Well. I hate art but my frie-"
"You HATE art..?" Tae butted in.
"Yes I hate art. Anyway, my friend convinced me to go to the university exhibition so I went cause I was bored. That's where I saw Tae's work... But then SOMEONE was a creep and took a picture of me. So then I came back after a while because, you know... I was bored. And there I am, sitting in front of a picture of me sitting. Then presumably he saw me and came up to me, blah blah." Tae nodded at my explanation.
"Oh. Romantic." Tae nearly choked on his water as Jimin laughed.
"Stop Jimin." He whined.
"Jungkook seems to be enjoying i-"
"I THINK I SHOULD GO SOON."
"But your shirt is still drying..."
"Oh yeah." I sat there, awkwardly, both pairs of eyes staring at me. "By the way that you for that and thank you for making sure I didn't get kidnapped or something..."
"No problem."
The rest of the morning consisted of us in separate rooms, probably on our phones.

-

"Taehyung.." I shuffled to the sofa where he was looking through his phone, his hair hiding his eyes.
"Tae..."
"Hm?"
"Can we forget about what happened last night.. Pretend you never heard about it."
"Why?" He was looking at me by now.
"I don't know.. I just. I don't want you to remember me in that way."
"Okay. Promise I'll forget."
Jungkook shuffled in the big sweater, looking around the room, still quite sleepy even though it was 3pm by now.
"Wait, before we forget-"
"Hyung..." Jungkook whined
"No.. Jungkook. Do you sing? Do you dance? You've never actually told me your hobbies."
"I mean. I sing sometimes. How does this have any relevance?"
"You should try for a company."
"What about college?"
"College? Who cares?"
"But I can't even dance."
"I bet you that's a lie, Jeon Jeongguk. Tell me the truth."
"I've danced since I was thirteen."
"I knew it! Honestly, if you don't audition at this point I will kick you in the balls."
"Ok, jesus fuck. What.. Where? Bighit?"
"Yes. Big shit. Big whoop(!) But, go get yo money."
"Tae.."
"I'm being serious." He grinned at me.
"Uh... well. Ok."