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It's kind of really hot and Taehyung can't sleep.
Or: Jeongguk is a literal angel and takes care of his man. But only in a heat related way.
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Kim Taehyung is really fucking hot.
Like, he knows that he's hot in a hell yes I'm a catch and yeah, you wish I was yours kind of way, but also he's really fucking warm.
He slaps at the top of his phone where it's charging on his bedside table and internally groans when he sees that it's 01:47 in the morning.
He groans again (not as internally this time) when he remembers that this fucking heat has been torturing him for the last two days and then he's cursing the weather and climate change and the city and the apartment and the fucking dollar store down the street where they'd sold out of fans within 3 minutes of the heatwave making an appearance.
He's laid on top of the sheets of his bed, blankets carelessly kicked down to the bottom and pillow hot despite how many times he flips it to try and find the cool side.
He huffs out loud, kicking his legs back and forth in a little tantrum, but if he's being really honest, he just doesn't want to suffer alone. He's too hot and it makes him act a little childish, okay?
He wriggles enough to make the mattress move and he turns his head to watch his dead-to-the-world sleeping boyfriend bounce slightly at the movement.
Taehyung waits patiently (not really) for Jeongguk's eyes to flicker open and offer some sort of suggestion to solve Taehyung's misery but alas, nothing. Not even a flicker of an eyelid.
Never one to give in, Taehyung persists.
"Babe."
Taehyung whispers into the warm air, not able to summon the energy to speak any louder. He glances at Jeongguk from the corner of his eye and silently curses him for his ability to sleep through fucking anything. That boy and his sleep, seriously.
Taehyung sighs again, lifting his head up off his pillow purely so he can dramatically slam it back down. He doesn't know, maybe the action will create a little breeze to cool him down.
He can report back that it doesn't.
"Babe. Jeongguk." He flops his head on his pillow so he's looking directly at the boy who is still fast asleep, oblivious to both the scorching heat that's inescapable in their shitty apartment and to his restless boyfriend who just wants someone to join him in his misery, goddammit.
Exhaling one of his more dramatic sighs - more of an acceptance that his little shit of a boyfriend isn't going to be of any help here - Taehyung glares once more at Jeongguk before throwing his legs over the side of the bed and making a move to sit up.
Taehyung takes a moment to push his hair back of his face and wipe at the sweat that's gathered on his upper lip. Gross, he thinks to himself, and then carefully considers a cold shower.
As he's weighing up the pros (certain relief from the heat and sweet, sweet cold soaking his body) and cons (actually having to get in the shower) of his idea, a scorching hot hand dances over his hip, tugging back lightly. Taehyung can just about feel his internal thermometer blow and he literally can't handle anything that will make him feel hotter. Without thinking, Taehyung reacts and swats harshly at the source of the heat. A yelp echoes behind him.
"Jesus Christ, what the fuck was that for?"
And okay, so Taehyung feels a little bad when he turns around and sees his sleepy, beautiful boyfriend with his eyebrows furrowed, rubbing at the wrist that Taehyung's just slapped away.
