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taehyung can't sleep. he tosses and turns and curls up and stretches out, but his eyes stay wide awake in the middle of the night. honestly, he doesn't know how he hasn't woken jeon up. or maybe he has and the latter is just too tired to tell him to stop moving around. nonetheless, taehyung turns to face jeon who's laying on the couch staring back at him. shit.
"sorry if i woke you up i—"
"shut up."
oh. taehyung bites his bottom lip, adverting his eyes somewhere other than at jeon. it's awkward. it's very fucking awkward. maybe because you kissed him. right, how could he ignore that. jeon sits up, his abs in full glory. and... and is that a tattoo?! taehyung grows red as he watches jeon stand up and stretch out his abdomen.
taehyung watches silently as jeon goes into the bathroom. he sighs, sitting up and rubbing at his tired eyes. there's a faint patter of rain that hits the windows and roof, followed by the rumble of thunder. taehyung is hungry, but he's too scared to leave the room. searching in his bag, he pulls out a snack bar and an old camera he had stumbled upon at the house before their horrendous trip down in the drains.
he opens it up and is surprised to see a full battery. the camera is flipped towards himself, so he presses record. "um, ok so we're in the zombie apocalypse and uh. . . " he quiets down when jeon opens the door and steps into frame.
"what are you doing?"
taehyung flips the camera and points it at jeon, "i'm gonna be vlogging the apocalypse. you know, in case i don't survive."
"stop being stupid," jeon lays back down on the couch.
taehyung turns off the camera and sets it back inside his bag. it goes back to being silent. he's glad it's somewhat dark inside the room, no streetlights to lighten up the room as his gaze lands on jeon. weirdly enough, taehyung had never felt anything towards the younger when they had became friends. he'd seen the latter shirtless plenty of times, but this felt weird. something tightens in the pit of his stomach as his curious eyes travel down the sculpted abs and the tattoos that decorate his arm and hand. fuck.
he looks away as lighting cracks in the sky, a sliver of light allowing only a millisecond of brightness. "hey kim? can i ask you something?"
"y-yeah."
the question takes a while to be asked, but when jeon does ask, taehyung wishes he hadn't. "why did you kiss me?"
how the hell is he supposed to answer that when he doesn't even know why. taehyung adjusts himself on the bed, clearing his throat for dramatic effect. "i don't know, i guess i was just- i was just scared?"
"so you kiss me?"
his cheeks burn as he suffers through the embarrassment. "listen, i don't know ok? i'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable."
jeon doesn't say anything after that. taehyung is suddenly tired, so he lays back down and turns to face the opposite way. you're a genius tae-DUMB! as if jeon doesn't already hate you. but then he thinks of the time at the apartment building, where he crumbled in front of taehyung. maybe jeon suffered from bipolar disorder. . . nah, he couldn't just assume. either way, it was confusing.
"don't do it again ok? it's for the best."
a/n okayyy so i had a plot laid out but now i kinda wanna change it ??? is there anything you'd like to see happen? maybe someone's immune to the bite? orrrr more action? as always, thank you for the support!!
