(A/N: heres a fluff chapter :3)
I wake up with a drowsy feeling, eye lids still wanting to shut close and limbs weak and tired. Beside me, I am comforted by warmth and greeted with the light sounds of breathing and tapping. Eyes squinting from the bright light of my lamp, I fully turn to find Taehyung swiping up and down his phone. His eyes wonder on the screen as the device illuminates his handsome face.
And though his eyes focus on the screen, his lips seem to focus on me.
"Already awake?" his voice is small and quiet but it still grasps my attention.
I hum in agreement to his question.
"You have a phone?" My voice comes out groggy from sleep. I hug my pillow closer to me.
"Of course, but I can only contact certain people with it," he explains.
"Why? That's some phone you have," I argue.
"There's a reason."
"Well I think your phone's broken," I slur out, body still craving for sleep.
"How are you drunk?" He chuckles out, finally shutting his phone off and switching his gaze to me.
"I ain't drunk. I'm always like this," I yawn "Every time I wake up from slumber, or a nap, I have a natural habit of feeling super groggy and tired. My attitude is almost like I've drunk alcohol or somethin'," I explain to him.
He softly smiles at me "That's interesting to know,"
And I look at him with my full attention and only then do I realize the slight curve of his collarbone, the rising and falling of his chest as he breathes, the way his lips push to a pout unconsciously, the slight crimson in his cheeks, his high nose and the flecks of grey sparkling in his chocolate eyes.
His eyes are beautiful.
It was always twinkling and the most alluring part of him, ever since from the start.
And as I break from the trance of praising him, my mouth opens up to say something but nothing comes out for a few moments.
Until I finally say:
"You're pretty, even prettier than me," my sentence comes out quieter than I thought but like some potion, it brings colour to his cheeks.
"That's... alot to say," he pauses "Y'know, calling me prettier than you,"
"I guess," I sit up right and my blanket, that I'm assuming Taehyung put over me earlier, pools just beneath my waist.
His arm reaches for me and flies past me vision. His large hand gently rubs atop my head. I sweetly smile up at him but my grin quickly fades away as I notice his face approaching closer and closer.
I shut my eyes in fear.
I feel his warm breath on my forehead and before I'm able to move away from him, he plants a soft kiss on my forehead.
"You should rest more, don't waste my effort in bringing you here," and only then do I realize that I'm on my bed, not the sofa.
With flustered cheeks and red ears, I quietly nod and avoid any eye contact.
"T-Thank you... for carrying me all the way here."
(A/N: this is my current favourite chapter. Also! Ive been updating so much, I just cant help but write and write. Honestly don't know where I got my inspiration from.)
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