jeon jeongguk isn't stupid.

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Kim Taehyung doesn't own any curtains.

He never has.

Chalk it up to him being lazy, or his parents moreover, but he's never felt the need to cover his windows. He likes how it looks outside, and he likes how in the mornings it's usually the sun that wakes him up instead of an alarm clock.

Jeongguk used to get on his ass about it. Specifically when he would sleepover on weekends, and he'd wake up to bright white light searing his eyelids, putting him in a particularly bad mood for the rest of his day. Jeongguk has never been a morning person, and he's always thought of himself as someone who never will be one.

Until.

This time when Jeongguk notices the heat on his eyelids, a telltale sign of sun, he smiles. It covers his face as he feels it, the warmth that comes with the light, and the warmth that comes from Taehyung. Because before he even opens his eyes or wakes up, he smiles, barely conscious, and feels Taehyung's arms around him.

One is hooked over his waist, palm pressed flat against his stomach. It crawled under his shirt at some point during the night and now it touches bare skin, and makes Jeongguk feel so fucking warm. It's almost stifling, the body heat, the second arm that his head rests on, but it's nice being this warm when he can feel Taehyung's breathing on his right ear.

It's rhythmic, the rise and fall of his chest that Jeongguk can also feel against his back, making his own body move in time, so their breathing is almost in sync. It may be reading too far into it, but Jeongguk thinks they're even closer now, connected. That the reason the rise and fall happens in one joint motion is because Taehyung and Jeongguk are one joint body, together.

He can't help it when one of his own hands move to touch over the one touching him, hold it in place ever so gently, and his eyes are still closed but with how wide his smile is right now, it'd probably be impossible to open them anyways.

Slender fingers trace over longer nimble ones, feel the warmth they emanate and push them closer onto Jeongguk's stomach. So he can feel them fully, every curve and ridge while they lightly dig into his skin. He should probably be more subtle, because Taehyung's a light sleeper, but he just feels so content, so free, despite being in someone's arms. The air that leaves his lungs right now is effortless, and this is the easiest he's breathed in years. Maybe his entire life.

Jeongguk knows it's too late for subtlety when he feels the hand under his own wiggle a bit, and a fingertip taps against his belly button, making his eyes snap open in surprise.

The light floods in.

"Goodmorning."

It fills his ears while his eyes adjust. That familiar voice that sounds raspy, thick with sleep, like he's been smoking cigarettes for years in an attractive way as opposed to a life ruining way, despite the fact that Taehyung's always pledged to himself to never smoke cigarettes. Familial demons.

The hand pushes on his torso, entire arm pulling him even closer. Even further into the body heat. Rays of sun make the wall in front of Jeongguk a bright blue, almost like the sky, while specks of dust float in the air and make everything feel golden. Basked in sunlight.

The smile grows.

"Goodmorning," he answers, and his voice isn't quite as raspy, doesn't quite fill the room in the same way Taehyung's did, but that's okay. It's really okay when Taehyung chuckles into the back of his neck, basking the spot in light too despite the fact that it's covered. A different kind of light.

"You smell nice," it's grumbled, quiet, and Jeongguk wouldn't have heard it if it weren't for the amount of attention he's paying to Taehyung right now. Wouldn't have felt the light kiss placed on his ear either.