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THE silver-haired male's gaze snaps up at the deep and hoarse voice, instantly noticing how Namjoon was sleepily rubbing an eye with a closed fist while the other was squinting to see through the dimness of the room.
Taehyung contemplates sprinting out of the area and straight for Jungkook's room... But it was too late. Namjoon had already noticed him and was looking at the younger who was still hovering near the doorway with a drowsy frown.
"Taehyung?" Namjoon repeats coarsely in confusion. "You finally came back?"
The younger doesn't answer. He simply hesitates for a couple more seconds before his feet move as if on command, bringing his body forward to the leader who was stretching lightly.
With careful movements, Taehyung seats himself on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly as he does so. He leans back against his hands, exhales, and tries to remain calm even though his consciousness wanted him to hide from the leader out of humiliation.
He snaps out of his panic-filled thoughts when Namjoon abruptly reaches forward to lazily grasp his hand, long fingers slowly clasping around his own.
"H-Hyung..." Taehyung stutters in a flustered manner, cheeks flaming when Namjoon drowsily begins to caress the younger male's fingers. "Hyung, what are you doing?"
He doesn't answer, simply staring at their clasped hands thoughtlessly for a while before glancing back up at Taehyung.
"Where did you go?" Namjoon questions listlessly, his eyes fluttering momentarily as he tries to adjust his vision to the younger in front of him.
Taehyung purses his lips as the leader examines one of his fingers, running a hand across the smooth skin with no particular reason. "Just needed some water. My uh..." He swallows, wincing slightly. "My throat kind of hurts."
Namjoon hums sleepily, brows knitting together as he processes the words. "Be careful, Taehyung-ah. Don't strain your voice or overwork yourself, hm?"
"I know, hyung." The younger answers softly. Letting out a deep breath, he presses his lips together. "I um, I'm going to go back to sleep."
Taehyung stands, reaching over to grab his pillow when suddenly the leader grabs his wrist to stop him. The younger pauses, taken aback and puzzled by the action.
"...Yes?" He questions, his brows furrowing inquiringly.
Instead of receiving an answer, he is abruptly tugged forward. With a yelp, Taehyung's knees hit the bed and he falls, landing upon the mattress with a gush of air escaping his lungs.
Within seconds, a blanket is engulfed over his body and a fresh wave of heat washes over him, encasing him in a pleasant coziness as his head inevitably settles onto the pillow.
