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Taehyung's POV

"Hyung... we have to get up."

I wish Jungkook could be wrong for once. We've been delaying meeting with the rest of the group for as long as we can, but the further we procrastinate, the more it weighs on us. Today, BTS has a rehearsal for our first concert today, followed by the actual event tomorrow. We have to do it today. If we don't we'll be anxious about it for the entire tour, and that... even we aren't professional enough to not be affected by something like that.

"I know..." I grumble, rolling over on our shared bed. Jungkook persists after me, his strong arms looping around my waist.

"We have to tell them, hyung."

"I know..." I say, sighing. "Give me a second to wake up, Jungkookie."

Maybe my words triggered something inside of him, I'm not really sure, but one moment Jungkook is being patient with me, and the next he's pinning me to the mattress. His hands dig into the sheets on either side of my head, his knees trapping my thighs. I know that Jungkook has been restraining himself lately. I know that he wants more than I've been giving. I can't give it, though. Not when I feel like this. Jungkook doesn't know, but I'm still uneasy about our status. I know that he loves me, and I love him with everything that I have, it's just... I need more stability. I'm too tired both in body and mind to let him take me like that. Making love is a big commitment. Yes, it can be fun, but I don't want that right now. He knows that.

"Jungkoooook." I complain, placing my hands against his pecs. "No..."

"Relax, hyung. I won't unless you want to." Jungkook sweetly responds, burying his head into the crook of my neck. He knows exactly what he's doing to me. He's playing dirty, and I don't mean that as a pun.

Not having the energy to respond to him in any way, I sigh, and relax beneath him. Jungkook won't push me. He's many kinds of disrespectful, but he respects me. He'd never push me to do something that I don't want to do. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't feel a little guilty, though. I know that he doesn't mean to make me feel like this, but still. I want to give him something. He's being so patient with me, and I want to repay that somehow. Even I know that this isn't the right way to go about it, though. If I'm not feeling it, then he won't either. Jungkook cares about me enough for me to claim something like that.

"Don't worry, hyung." Jungkook whispers against my nape, nudging me with his nose. "I've got you."

Relaxing like he wants me to, I let Jungkook kiss me, his warm lips blessing the skin of my neck. I don't bother to warn him about hickies, trusting him enough to have the common sense not to. If anything, I have a bigger problem with that than he does. What can I say; I get a little carried away sometimes.

"Mm... just relax, hyung." Jungkook purrs, his voice resonating against my neck. "Everything will be okay. We'll get through it together."

He's so crafty. This boy... not only is he making me want more, but he's comforting me at the same time. How is that possible? Why does he work me up like this?

Exasperated, but welcoming of whatever comfort he might decide to give me, I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I lace my fingers into his soft hair, loving how it feels. Jungkook presses some more gentle, open mouthed kisses against my nape, making sure not to mistreat the skin. I hum softly, willing to admit that I do like this. This might not exactly be the reassurance that I need, but it feels good.

"Jungkookie..." I whisper, letting my eyelids flutter to a close. I don't even need to say anything else, Jungkook understands me enough.

"I know, hyung." Jungkook coos, his small hands smoothing up and down my flanks. "Relax... mmkay?"