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Chapter 4

"KIM NAMJOON I AM GOING TO BE YOUR WRECKING BALL"

In 14 years of being alive, Taehyung had many surprises upon waking up-once Jimin pretended being transformed into a zombie and had convinced Taehyung that the apocalypse had begun but was punched in face for spreading bullshit; once when Taehyung slept in class, he woke up to his teacher's horrendous glare and a good trashing later; quite a number of times he had woken up to his parent's boxy smiles and a huge birthday cake. A lot more of the times he would wake up with a stiff body due to sleeping in his PC chair with stale food surrounding him or after pulling tedious all-nighters to complete a task he had been procrastinating on for a while.

But never had he waken up to his cheek squished against someone's hard chest. Taehyung reeled back to what happened the night before and suddenly, he wanted nothing more but for the bed to make him disappear —like it did to trash—or just to get out of here and run away; but he couldn't because Jeongguk's right arm encircled Taehyung's waist and pressed him further close to his chest and no amounts of Taehyung's feeble tugs would stand against Super Strength.

Taehyung sighed over Jeongguk's bare chest as he felt his body parts—that were touching Jeongguk—tingle with a foreign sensation. Suddenly he was feeling hot and bothered as his heart thundered wildly in his rib-cage, threatening to break free. Taehyung gulped. He could smell the scent of fresh coconuts, those sweet carrots and some soft snow from Jeongguk and it was eerily calming. He let out a sigh, subconsciously wanting to cuddle more, but froze when he felt Jeongguk stir in his sleep.

Jeongguk was young, still considered a baby, but his body was hitting puberty early and abruptly. Taehyung was hyper aware of their intimacy, Jeongguk's lack of clothing and how their legs were intertwined with each others. Damn!

Taehyung closed his eyes when Jeongguk seemed to be mumbling something and contracting and relaxing his muscles. Taehyung heard a groan escape from the back of Jeongguk's throat when he bolted his eyes open. "Fuck!" he swore under his breath, feeling a rush of warm blood in his body. He remembered that he was a rabbit and Taehyung insisted to cuddle him to sleep. Maybe the spell reversed when he was asleep... his eyes were wide open now, mind still trying to work but he was in a daze. A sleeping Taehyung, so close to him made his heart flutter erratically and body sweat.

Softly, not wanting to wake up his pretending-to-be-asleep hyung, Jeongguk pulled his hand from Taehyung's waist and got up. He considered waiting a few seconds and admiring the sleeping beauty, but it was too dangerous if Namjoon or H.Kai woke up and saw him sitting there butt-naked and staring at his life-long frenemy like a sugar-deprived child staring at cotton candy. No, sir, no!

Stealthily, he opened the cupboard and took out one of Taehyung's hoodie that fit him perfectly because Taehyung wore clothes that were three times his size and Namjoon's sweatpants because no one else's would fit him, they were all tiny.

Jeongguk pulled down the grey hoodie and took a long waft as the scent of roses and strawberries seemed to engulf him. So like Taehyung. He looked around and thankfully, his phone was kept on the bedside table. He unlocked it, sneaked a picture (or two) of sleeping Tae and rushed out of dorm V-5 back to T-7.

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Jeon Jeongguk wanted revenge.

Taehyung's little spectacle of showing-bunny-Jeongguk-off in the hallways and Jimin's video of Jeongguk munching on carrots, like they were his last meal, had made him even more well known around the place.