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Taehyung awoke before his eyes opened, leaving them closed as his consciousness absorbed every form of the senses except sight.

The room was quiet. A distant hum of some machine, a constant stream of breaths somewhere near. His absentminded shift brought the tiniest of rustles from the sheets he was under.

Warmth. He was surrounded in it. There was warmth wrapped around his midsection, warmth blowing softly against the crown of his head, brushing his hair. Warmth in his legs that were entangled with another pair. Warmth in his whole body pressed against another's.

He smelled the faint linger of grease, the sharp scent of exhaust dulled in his slow inhale. The salty ocean was somewhere mixed in. The smile on his face bloomed on his lips as he recognized the person he was by without a single glance.

His eyes finally peeled open, slow to adjust to the morning sun filling the bedroom in clear beams of light.

Taehyung had never woken up to a more beautiful sight in his life. He was sure that not even the prettiest sunrise could compare to the view before him.

Jeongguk looked so fragile in the wave of light washing over his features, warming his skin and making it glow. The younger's lips were slightly parted, color deep in them. His forehead was smooth and uncreased, eyes hidden behind glowing lids.

Their chests pushed against each other with every expand of Jeongguk's lungs and Taehyung laid his head still on the arm under him, cushioning his skull.

He just stared. As creepy as it sounded, it really wasn't. He loved art, loved to make it, admire it, and most importantly live it. So here he was, breathing the same air as the most beautiful piece of art he'd seen in his life.

Eventually, he lifted his hand from its spot against Jeongguk's chest, the pulse fading away as the distance grew.

His finger hovered at the corner of the younger's lips. Moving a hair closer, he ghosted over the corner, as if asking for a smile even though the boy was asleep.

The smile on his own face grew at the time passing antics he was practicing, waiting for the biker to wake up.

The quietest of sighs left his mouth as he shifted (subtle enough to not crack the other's sleep) so their faces were parallel, noses grazing and eyes watching eyelashes graze over the dewy skin.

"My sweet, sweet biker." He whispered.

His hand returned to the bare chest, feeling the pulse strong on his palm. It was calm like his, the gentle rhythm of midnight tides, making his head sway in longing.

Taehyung suddenly stilled, rolling his eyes and patting the bare chest before him.

"How long have you been up, Gguk?"

The younger cracked an eye open, distorting the peaceful expression on his face and their gazes met with a fit of laughter sparking the limited space between them.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." Jeongguk rasped, voice chilling Taehyung's skin with its gravelly tone. "What gave it away?"

"Ears. They turned red." Taehyung tangled his fingers into Jeongguk's bed hair and ruffled it further, the biker's nose scrunching upon contact. "Were you up before me?"

The biker hummed with the tiniest of nods before moving his head up to tuck Taehyung's into his neck. "Your breath stinks."

Taehyung kicked the younger's sweatpants clad legs, earning a laughing yelp from Jeongguk. "Says you."