tongue.

11 - 'i'm really falling for you.'

thud.

taehyung jumped a little, looking around the room for what caused the thud.

he reached over the bed to see jungkook on the floor, making a face at how it hurt. "fuck..."

"you're up." he stood up and made his way around the bed, helping jungkook back onto the bed. "how're you feeling?"

"rough.." he sighed. "what happened? i don't remember anything... only dancing..."

taehyung sighed and stroked his hair gently. "you were drugged, kook." he frowned a little, brushing the hair off of his forehead.

"what?" he sat up a little, looking concerned immediately. "what happened?"

"we don't know." taehyung squeezed his cheek gently. "but you're okay now, yeah? we took care of you."

jungkook nodded slowly and looked down. "i was a wreck, huh..?"

taehyung pouted a little and hugged him tightly, pulling him closely. "you weren't a wreck. i was really worried."

"aw, were you?" he laughed a little.

"yeah!" taehyung pulled away from him. "i'm gonna take care of you properly from now on." he pulled him onto his lap, his banging headache begging him otherwise. "can we go out tonight?"

jungkook stared at him for a second. "but we did last night..."

"i mean more like-" he was going to say it. fuck it. "l-like a date. or just a friendly meal. or we don't even have to, if you don't want to..."

the younger smiled at him, nodding and wrapping his arms around him. "it's a date."

yoongi woke up in a strange environment. the walls weren't grey like they were in his room, they were a sunkissed yellow. unlike the scented mix of menthol and lavender, it was more peony rose and apple. he lifted his head slightly. the sheets weren't grey, they were red.

where the fuck was he?

he held his head for a moment before sitting up, except he couldn't.

what the fuck?

he looked behind him slowly to see a mop of blonde hair and tanned arms around his waist. his stomach twisted once he realised that they both didn't have shirts on.

fuck.

yoongi quickly lifted the covers up. okay, he had underwear on. but that was it.

why was he in bed with jimin?

"jimin." he shook his shoulders lightly.

the blonde groaned before fluttering his eyes open, looking around before looking at the elder in confusion. "what're you doing in my bed..?"

"i don't know!" he hissed, quickly grabbing some shorts on the floor. probably hoseok's. "wait- fuck. did we-"

"no!" jimin shook his head quickly. "did we..?"

yoongi stared at jimin who stared at yoongi.

"i'm gonna... yeah, i'm gonna go." he pointed at the door before quickly scrambling out of the bed, grabbing his clothes before rushing out.

"yeah, you do that..." jimin mumbled before turning back over in his bed, closing his eyes once more.

yoongi shut the door and kept walking, not noticing he had a pair of eyes following him with a grin. "walk of shame?"

he let out a little yell before turning around, covering himself quickly. "hoseok what the fuck."

the boy kept grinning, poking his nose. "your secret's safe with me~"