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FOR the first time in a while, Taehyung rouses from his sleep the most effortlessly he's ever had in a while. No alarms, no worry for an urgent schedule, no screaming to hasten out of bed — it almost felt like he still hadn't fully arisen from a dream.
Taehyung simply lays in perfect reserve and swallows thickly to get some moisture into his dry mouth. His eyelids are heavy with lingering drowsiness as he seeks to pry them open enough to concentrate on his surroundings.
After a few seconds of letting his vision adjust, he finds that he is confused by how the room was still pretty dark. To Taehyung, it felt as though he'd been sleeping for hours more than what he was usually used to except the sun still had yet to rise.
With sluggish movements, he aimlessly reaches to his side until his fingers graze against a cool surface, wrapping around the device to check the time. It was almost five in the morning.
Taehyung feels his brows furrow as he attempts to clear his throat. He's just about to sit up when something abruptly shifts from his waist to his lap.
Freezing, he slowly glances down out of disoriented panic while holding his breath, ready to scream.
But what he's able to make out in the dimness of the room was an arm. And following that arm was the resting body of a certain leader whose mouth was slightly parted open, eyes closed as he slept unmovingly.
Taehyung can feel his cheeks heat up, heart rate picking up in its steady pace as he recollects how they had slept beside each other, and what surprised him, even more, was that he was still being held in the male's grasp.
The longer the younger stares at the leader, the more he begins to recall what had been said and done the night before, which causes additional heat to rush to his face in absolute horror and proper discernment.
Shit.
He hit him, didn't he? And completely broke down into tears too?
How am I supposed to face him after all that?!
Perhaps he had been too emotional and exhausted to understand what he was doing and control himself but now that his head seemed to be clearer, Taehyung finds that he absolutely could not handle staying for a second longer.
Even though it seemed more logical to remain seated on Namjoon's bed to prevent the leader from waking up—he couldn't find it in himself to do so.
Besides, the more he was beginning to stress about their current position, the more his thirst for water because of dehydration and the dryness in his throat was increasing beyond his endurance levels.
Glancing to his side, he carefully observes Namjoon's expression as he cautiously scoots off to the side until he's right at the edge of the bed.
When he unclasps the arm that had been loosely gripping onto one side of his waist, stomach fluttering as he does so, he's finally able to climb off. An exhale of relief escapes him at the sight of the leader simply continuing to snore softly instead of moving from disturbance.
