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TEN
Seokjin wakes up to the smell of bacon and a soft nudge on his shoulder. "Wake up if you want to reach your school in time, sleepyhead." A gruff voice whispers in his ear.
"What time is it," he asks with a yawn, eyes bleary as he stretches his arms and struggles to sit up. Upon rubbing the sleep from his sticky eyes he finds a breakfast feast awaiting him and a handsome, naked man munching on a piece of buttered toast beside him.
Jeongguk has an adorable nest of bed-hair on his head and his eyes crinckle into a smile as he meets Seokjin's fond gaze, "Seven-something."
"Seven-twelve." The younger corrects, checking his phone. "Enough time to finish breakfast and take a shower," he declares while reaching for a tempting strip of crispy bacon. The first bite is satisfying and Seokjin wantonly moans around his food.
"Better than last night?" Jeongguk quips, amusement laced in his tone. Seokjin decides to play along and lets out an exaggerated moan as he takes another bite of the meat. "So much better."
He doesn't get a reply, at least not a verbal one.
A warm hand sneaks down his belly, avoiding his groin and softly pinching his sensitive inner thighs. He immediately squeals and falls against Jeongguk's chest. "That's cheating," he whines when the elder chuckles heartily at his response.
"Then I take it that last night was great?" Jeongguk questions, his tone dropping down to a husky whisper as he licks around the hickey he'd given Seokjin last night. Right below his ear.
Seokjin arches into the warmth and lets his eyes flutter shut when Jeongguk pulls him onto his lap. "Yes, god yes."
Seokjin figures he has enough time for breakfast, shower and some fun.
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The familiar sound of a saxophone being played lures Seokjin inside the music room. He's not surprised to find Taehyung working his ways with the instrument while so looking content and pleased — this was his comfort zone. Seokjin doesn't know if intruding Taehyung at this hour is the brightest idea he's had till date.
Taehyung's expression turns sour when he sights the looming figure fiddling by the door. Seokjin immediately wants to hide but something keeps him rooted to the spot.
"It sounds great," he starts slowly, eyes darting across the relatively unoccupied room. "Is it a new piece?"
Taehyung puts down the saxophone gently before turning his gaze back on Seokjin. "You're not one to make small talks. Cut to the chase, will you?"
Seokjin's never heard him sound this cold and sharp before. His heart stings at the realization and the back of his eyes prickle with tears but he holds himself back — he deserves this.
I deserve much worse, he tells himself with a gulp.
"I just wanted to apologize," he breathes out. His fingers tremble slightly as he looks down in shame, unable to meet the other's eye.
