Jungkook took a shaky step back, running a hand through his damp hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he struggled to catch his breath. His mind was racing, a chaotic mess of conflicting emotionsâguilt, desire, frustration, and something deeper, something he wasn't ready to name yet.
I should've stopped him sooner.
He swallowed the lump in his throat, his gaze flickering to Taehyung, who was standing there grinning like he had just won the lottery instead of... instead of doing things that were dangerously close to breaking Jungkook's self-control.
Jungkook's jaw tightened as he tried to reason with himself. He's drunk. He doesn't know what he's doing. He doesn't mean any of this.
But then Taehyung tilted his head, blinking up at him with those hazy, starry eyes, his voice soft and almost teasing.
"Did you not like it?"
Jungkook choked on air.
His entire body tensed, heat crawling up his neck. "Taeâ" He stammered, struggling to find the right words. "You're drunk. IâI shouldn't have let that happen. I can'tâ"
Taehyung giggled.
Jungkook gaped at him, absolutely flabbergasted. Here he was, drowning in guilt, while Taehyung was acting like this was the best night of his life.
Taehyung took a step forward, and Jungkook instinctively backed up, only for the back of his knees to hit the bed frame.
Trapped.
His breath hitched as Taehyung gazed up at him, eyes twinkling with mischief.
"I think you liked it."
Jungkook's fingers curled into fists at his sides. "Taeâ"
But Taehyung wasn't done.
"I'm yours now, remember? I even smell like you."
Jungkook felt his soul leave his body.
Because holy shit, Taehyung was right. He was in Jungkook's clothes. He smelled like Jungkook's shower gel. He was practically wrapped in Jungkook.
And he was standing far, far too close.
Jungkook's resolve snapped as he reached out, gripping Taehyung's wrists, his touch firm but gentle. "You're not in your right mind, Tae." His voice was rough, strained. "You don't mean any of this."
Taehyung pouted, dramatically sighing. "Fine. I'll behave... for now."
Jungkook exhaled sharply, ignoring the way his stomach twisted at Taehyung's teasing tone.
He needed to put an end to this right now.
Without another word, he grabbed Taehyung by the shoulders and practically shoved him onto the bed.
"Sleep. Now."
Taehyung grinned up at him, all wide eyes and mischief. "You're staying, right?"
Jungkook froze.
He shouldn't.
Every logical part of his brain screamed at him to get the hell out of there before Taehyung did something else that would completely destroy his self-control.
But thenâ
Taehyung reached out, fingers curling around the sleeve of Jungkook's pajama shirt, his voice suddenly small. "Don't go."
Jungkook let out a slow, defeated sigh.
He was so screwed.
Wordlessly, he climbed onto the other side of the bed, lying stiff as a board, his hands pressed against his stomach like he was bracing himself for impact.
Taehyung, of course, had no such reservations.
With a happy hum, he snuggled into the blankets, completely content.
Jungkook, on the other hand, spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling, questioning every single life choice that had led him to this moment.
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Taehyung groaned as he slowly blinked his eyes open, immediately regretting it when a sharp pain shot through his head. He let out a quiet whine, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing a hand to his forehead.
Ugh... never drinking again.
He turned onto his side, burying his face into the pillow, inhaling the faint scent of laundry detergent mixed with something unmistakably Jungkook. That was when it hit him.
Memories from last night came rushing in like a tidal wave in Taehyung's head.
His breath caught in his throat, his eyes flying open.
I kissed him.
Taehyung felt his entire face ignite.
He shot up from the bed, clutching the blanket like it could somehow shield him from the embarrassment crashing down on him. His hands covered his burning cheeks as he squeezed his eyes shut.
I kissed Jungkook.
His heart pounded wildly against his chest, and he flopped back down onto the mattress, groaning into the pillow.
What the hell was he thinking?
Scratch thatâhe knew exactly what he was thinking. He had spent the entire night shamelessly trying to seduce Jungkook, and now that he was sober, all of it came crashing down on him like a cruel joke.
His fingers tugged at his hair as he peeked through his fingers, scanning the room.
No sign of Jungkook.
Taehyung sat up properly, running a hand through his messy hair before glancing at the empty spot next to him.
Had Jungkook left early because of last night?
His stomach twisted at the thought.
Shaking his head, Taehyung quickly got out of bed, grabbing his phone before heading out of the room. As he stepped into the hallway, he caught the faint sound of someone moving around in the living room.
Curious, he made his way there and saw Jungkook's mother arranging some books on the coffee table.
"Good morning, Auntie," Taehyung greeted, bowing slightly.
Jungkook's mother turned to him with a warm smile. "Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?"
Taehyung nodded, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. "Um... where's Jungkook?"
Jungkook's mother paused, then chuckled. "He left about an hour ago. He didn't say where, just that he had something to do."
Taehyung's heart sank a little.
Did Jungkook leave to avoid me?
Trying to ignore the tiny sting in his chest, Taehyung forced a small smile. "Oh, okay."
Jungkook's mother gave him a knowing look but didn't say anything.
Taehyung stood there for a moment, fiddling with the hem of his borrowed pajama top.
What Was He Supposed to Do Now?
And the answer was simple.
Jimin.
Taehyung needed to talk to someone before he drove himself insane over what had happened last night. And there was no one better than Jiminâthe one person who would laugh at him first but then give him the advice he needed.
Without wasting another second, he turned to Jungkook's mother. "Auntie, thank you for letting me stay! I have to go nowâI'll return these pajamas later!"
Before she could respond, Taehyung was already running back toward his home, still wearing Jungkook's white pajama set. His bare feet slapped against the pavement as he sprinted down the street, bag swinging wildly over his shoulder.
Jungkook's mother stood there, watching the door swing shut in amusement. Then, with a small shake of her head, she turned toward the guest room.
With a knowing sigh, she made her way inside.
And sure enough, there was her son, curled up in the bed, fast asleep.
His face was turned into the pillow, arms tucked under his head, his dark circles painfully evident even in his sleep. His lips were slightly parted, his brows furrowed even in slumber, as if his dreams were just as restless as his waking thoughts.
Jungkook's mother leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms as she observed her son.
She had been terrified when she got home from her night shift, only to find Jungkook sitting on the living room couch, looking like a sleep-deprived zombie. His eyes had been rimmed with exhaustion, hair a mess from the number of times he had probably run his hands through it.
At first, she thought something terrible had happened.
But when she asked, and Jungkook hesitated before mumbling something about Taehyung being too much, it had all made sense.
Her heart had nearly burst into laughter.
Instead, she had simply smiled, patted his shoulder, and told him, "Get some sleep, Jungkook. You look like you fought a war."
Now, as she gazed at her son's sleeping form, she let out a small chuckle.
"Teenagers."
She grabbed a blanket from the closet, draping it over Jungkook carefully before quietly leaving the room.