Ange ➳ jjk+kth

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i'm so so sorry for the long wait for the update, i've been focusing on a new book that's out now so go check it out if you're interested!

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It's no surprise that when Taehyung awakes his head is pounding with the shrill shrieks of clanging bless, throat dry and eyes swollen rose.

Jeno, had awoken long before, his spot beside the blond substituted with a cotton-stuffed pillow that works its way between his legs and pressed to his chest. He had left the comfort of the other's body propped against his to aid the other males in the house as they whipped a clumsy breakfast.

"Hey! Anyone leave the back door open last night?" Mark shouts from the other end of the house, bewildered.

Stumbling to his feet and feeling rather groggy, Taehyung fists his fingers to rub at the skin below his eyes before dragging his languid frame to the kitchen where everyone crowds. He's offered gentle smiles as an arm slings around his waist to hold
him into place, his sleep-driven face pressed against Jeno's neck.

"What happened?" Taehyung queries blearily.

"The door was open the whole night apparently." Renjun shrugs, lips tugged downwards as he speaks, "But I swear it was closed when I came down yesterday for a glass of milk."

Frowning, Haechan pipes up, "How 'bout Mark and I go check the house to see if anyone's around or something's out of place, anyone wanna come?"

Raising his hand despite not being too eager to drag his grouchy self up the flight of stairs, Taehyung supposes that his friend wouldn't be the best at recognising whether something wasn't in its designated spot.

"I'll come too," Jeno grins, "Tae just woke up and he looks half-dead, he needs someone to hold him up."

Pouting at the comment despite silently agreeing, the four of them nod between themselves, mocked teasingly by the other four as they trudge out of the kitchen.

"And if you're murdered by some crackhead hiding around, you won't mind handing down the contents of your account to me will you?" Jaemin hollers in amusement, shouts of agreement following them on.

"Ignore them," Mark sighs, rolling his eyes, "but for real, you two go check out the back door again if you don't mind? Maybe go look in the backyard or something, I didn't get the chance and Haechan and I'll check upstairs?"

"Yeah," Jeno nods, "sounds good, Tae?"

Nodding absently, Taehyung finds his feet pulling him along behind his bespectacled friend, a warm hand encased around his own as he's tugged forward gently.

"Eww, what the fuck?!"

Having dispersed a whiff of dreariness from his slouched frame, Taehyung stumbles to where Jeno stands, just steps from the door where stone steps dip downwards and into the well-groomed emerald of the lawn.

"What!"he cries, nudging the man away lightly to have a better look at what had elicited such a startled surprise.

And there, perched across the stem of a dark crimson rose propped tenderly across what appears to a be mound of meticulously placed petals of flushed coral.