The Reflection We Fear || Taekook

Chapter 12: Beauty and The Beast

The young man lying in the confinements of his bed, tangled in sheets to shelter himself from the cool air of the room, groaned in dissatisfaction as he shifted onto his back. His sides were aching from something he could not comprehend yet; but he just knew that it hurt. Not enough to make him fully wake up, but uncomfortable enough to draw him out of his much-deserved, deep sleep. He didn't want to wake up yet, for he had been getting out of bed early every, single, fucking day to get all the shit he needed to do for that day, done. He wanted to lie in today and after the events of yesterday, he decided to not give a fuck about the consequences his lying in drew. It was easy not giving a fuck for him. He couldn't care less about a lot of things in life and being late for work after the scold he got yesterday, was one of the things he had no intentions of giving a shit about. So, he didn't set an alarm. He just tried to enjoy the softness of the bed for as long as he could.

He enjoyed the soft bed, that sometimes creaked under his weight because it was old and rickety. It was still sufficient enough to use for him and the body next to him, so he didn't particularly mind this small fault. Plus, it was cheaper this way. But it made it feel more like home than anything else; it made it feel like something belonged to him. It was just a bed sure, but Yoongi chose it and so it was something of his. Because nothing ever did belong to him, so this small bed just made this foreign flat that much like home.

Not even this flat was his to begin with. He was living in it for sure, but it still belonged to Jeon. But even so, right now, he felt as though nothing in the entire world could possibly matter to him. He just liked the feeling of his body being warm and snug under the covers, with legs wrapped around his and a body pressed against his back. Smooth skin pressing against his. The feeling of the cool air of the flat, hitting his arms as they fell over the sheets that were covering the naked bodies underneath. Little goosebumps, crawling their way up to his exposed arms, making him shiver in his sleep. So, Yoongi shifted to try and conceal them; and warm his arms with the rest of his body. As he moved, he could feel his arms bumping into a body, and he knew he had jostled his partner awake, just enough for him to let out a whine in discontent. But Yoongi wasn't awake enough to take any responsibility for that and so, not caring for the other's comfort, he snuggled himself close to his neck and breathed in his scent that was coated with a thin layer of sweat. But the floral smells that usually wafted around Jimin never faded from him. Giving him that sweet, trademark scent that Yoongi adored so much.

Truth be told, in this position his sides hurt even more than before but for now, he could just ignore them. He was awake enough to feel the pain flaring through that part of his body but Jimin was holding him so nice and tight, he was warming his cold arms so well, and he was playing with his white-blond locks in such a soothing way, that he just couldn't find the strength in him to move again. Damn the pain, and fuck his sides, he didn't care because Jimin was comforting him so well, that it was all worth it.

It was these small little moments they shared. The small moments, where the elder would get back after a long day of work and Jimin would just hand him a drink straight away and would just sit in his lap, nothing really escalating further in those moments because Yoongi would be too tired to move. The small moments, in which Jimin would hold him close after a rough night of fucking, grabbing Yoongi before he could think about moving away to draw an invisible line between them. Because cuddling after sex defeated the purpose of being in it only for sex. The small moments, where Yoongi would let go of his arrogant self, that would often times tell the younger, that he was only in it to fuck. Which was a lie, that both of them knew. And Yoongi would see the way the younger would curl his lips down as he would say those words, stabbing him and making his wounds sting in ways, the elder could never understand. And Yoongi would also see the way the younger wouldn't let it show for long and he would school his expression into a fake smile, that Yoongi fought so hard to perfect while training him. And maybe it would sting Yoongi a little too, but he would die before ever admitting to any of this.