When they returned to the hotel, Namjoon was waiting for them. He was seated in the plush couch, perched forward to read the newspaper in his hands. Jin sat beside him, legs crossed, tapping his foot impatiently.

              Jin was the first to speak, voice sharp, “Kim Taehyung, do you have any idea what time it is?”

              Jungkook was getting an extremely cliché parental reaction to a missed curfew type of vibe. He felt the urge to laugh as Namjoon tossed the paper aside and gave Taehyung a stern look, arms crossed.

             “I was worried sick,” Jin continues. He placed a hand on a jutted out hip in annoyance.

“Yeah, Taehyung, listen to your ahjusshi,” Jungkook teased. Namjoon scoffed. Jin narrowed his eyes at Jungkook. Taehyung gulped nervously.

             As Taehyung began stammering out an apologetic explanation, Jungkook tiptoed off to the elevator. As the door was closing, the final view he got was Namjoon quietly scolding Taehyung, who was blinking around in surprise as Jin pressed a kiss to his temple and draped a jacket over his shoulders.

             Jungkook waved with a cheeky grin to a glaring Taehyung as the doors finally closed.

             Taehyung flicked the door shut behind him when he entered the hotel room, his nose scrunched up into a scowl, “You threw me to the wolves!” he accused.

             Jungkook chuckled from his place on the bed, not taking his eyes off of the screen of his phone. He had changed into his pajamas and brushed his teeth in the sink. Now he rolled his eyes from his place beneath the warm covers, “Don’t be such a drama queen.”

             “Hmph,” Taehyung stomped off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

             “I said don’t!” Jungkook calls, then he mutters to himself, “Tsk, you had one job Taehyung.”

             “So that’s the side you want?”

             Jungkook jolts back awake as a freshly showered Taehyung cannonballs into the open space of the bed. Er, mostly open. That was my favorite right arm, you monster. “Hm?” Jungkook asks.

            Taehyung giggles and readjusts, raising his hand in a salute, “Oficer big spoon, reporting for booty.”

            There’s a brief pause as Jungkook absorbs what Taehyung just said, “Wait excuse me what the are you talking abo-“

            “Don’t worry!” Taehyung ruffles an extremely indignant Jungkook’s hair, “I was just kidding,” Taehyung slips under the blanket and whispers, “Kind of.”

            “What was that last part?” Jungkook sharply turns his head to Taehyung from his position of stubbornly facing the opposite direction.

            Taehyung laughs, eyes crinkling. He shimmies into a more comfortable position and hums out a, “Don’t worry, let’s just sleep.”

            Jungkook freezes when he remembers how Taehyung had wanted to spoon, and not at all discreetly begins inching further away from the boy beside him.

           “Yah, uh, Kookie?” Taehyung’s voice is both cutely concerned and seductively raspy. Jungkook rolls his eyes, that type of is only making this type of more complicated.

           “Mhm?”

           “Are you comfortable?” Taehyung’s hand is warm as it rests on Jungkook’s hip.

           Jungkook twists his hip away, rolling further. When he’s perched on the edge, half of his body teetering over, he nonchalantly scoffs, “I’m fine. We have practice at 8 AM sharp, time for bed bro. Good night!” Jungkook’s weight briefly betrays him and he has to place a hand on the ground to balance himself.

           Jungkook can practically hear the way that Taehyung’s eyebrows are undoubtedly drawing together in concern as he says, “Are you sure? You don’t look very comfortable. I’m just worried that you won’t sleep well and we-“

          “I’ll sleep fine if you just shut up,” Jungkook snaps, he turns off the light with the hand that isn’t supporting his weight. As he settles back into bed he feels a twinge of guilt. Attempting redemption, he adds, “Good night, sleep well.”

           He hears a giggle, “Good night Kookie!”

          “Kookie! Koooooooooooookie. Yah, Kookie. Kookie!”

          “Hmph?” Jungkook jerks awake into a sitting position, bleary-eyed. “Wha happen?”

          “We have to get up,” Taehyung is kneeling next to Jungkook. His hair is a little messy from sleep, but his eyes are bright and awake. He smiles encouragingly.

           At least that’s what Jungkook thinks he does. Jungkook yawns and rubs at his eyes with his fists. He puts a hand down to support his exhausted weight. The surface is surprisingly hard. And cold. Jungkook realizes suddenly that he’s freezing. Where’s the blanket? He looks around himself slowly, “Taehyung, where am I?”

           Taehyung giggles, poking playfully at Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook wishes he would stop friggin yawning already so the glare he was throwing Taehyung could look even slightly threatening. “Pabo,” Taehyung teases, “We’re in the hotel room!”

          “Why am I on the ground, Taehyung?” Jungkook growls. Taehyung finally withdraws his poking finger.

          “You must have fallen off the edge in the middle of the night,” Taehyung pouts and looks around innocently, “I don’t know, but I guess you slept through it.”

          “Why didn’t you wake me up?” Jungkook whines, he hugs his legs into his chest to warm himself up a bit.

          “I was asleep too, we both needed the rest.”

           Jungkook knows that Taehyung is making a valid point. Nontheless, he feels like punching Taehyung for this is justifiable. But when he raises his arm to perform said retribution, sudden pain runs up his back into his shoulder. He gasps, reaching back with his other arm to hold the area and falling over.

          “Are you okay?” Taehyung’s eyes are wide in alarm.

          “Yeah, my shoulder is just killing me,” Jungkook breathing is shuddering, while he’s awkwardly rubbing at the area.

           Taehyung’s touch is feather-light as his fingers trail across Jungkook’s chest toward his shoulder “Do you want me to help with-“

          “No!” Taehyung withdraws his hand in shock at the sudden outburst. “I-I’ll be fine, I just need to lay down for a bit.”

          “Uh, I don’t know about that,” Taehyung bites his lip.

          “Taehyung, I’m tirreeeeeddddddd. It’s so eaaaarrrrlllyyyy,” Jungkook whines.

          “We have to get ready,” Taehyung says firmly.

          “Just give me five minutes,” Jungkook yawns again, burrowing into the ground, “We meet for breakfast at what? 7, right? How much time do we have until then?”

          “We don’t,” Taehyung states simply.

           Jungkook eyes him, “How much time until we have to be at the 8 AM practice?”

          “Oh, you know, about,” Taehyung checks the time on his phone, “Negative twenty three minutes.”

          “Wait so, we’re late?” Jungkook sits back up, forgetting the pain in his shoulder.

           Taehyung nods.

          “We missed breakfast and we’re late to practice?”

           Taehyung nods again, whimpering a bit.

          “Yet we’re still sitting on the ground rather than getting ready?”

           Taehyung stares at him for a long moment, before both simultaneously leap up to get ready. Jungkook hastily washes his face and brushes his teeth in the sink while Taehyung runs to the bathroom. Taehyung emerges dressed, and begins hopping around the room in his rush to pull on his sneakers. Jungkook rushedly changes into some workout shorts (he really hopes they were workout shorts, or even shorts, as long as they’re not ing boxers we can make this work Jungkook) and looks between two shirts, unable to decide.

          “Taehyung, which one?”

          Taehyung turns to Jungkook, toothbrush in his mouth. Jungkook points to the two shirts and Taehyung looks over. He spits out the toothpaste, “Are you serious right now? My god. Jungkook they’re the same ing shirt. You almost always wear white t-shirts. Those are two white t-shirts. The choice is irrelevant if the end result is the same.” He wipes at his mouth with a washcloth, “Jesus Christ, I was so panicked I thought you must have been asking which wire to diffuse on a ing bomb. You always wear the same thing,” Taehyung begins to fix his hair, “My god, next you’ll be asking whether you should wear the Timbs or the Timbs.”

         Jungkook slowly lowers the Timberland boot he had been just about to lace up. He scoffs, sweating nervously, “Me? What? Nooo, of course not. Timbs? Don’t make me laugh.” He hastily ties on a pair of Nikes and the two boys dart out of the hotel room.

Author's Note: I want to say I'm really sorry for not updating last week :(( I had a small emergency (fell down the stairs like the graceful swan that I am and hit my head really hard) thankfully I'm fine :) . I sustained a huge blood loss though and was super lightheaded for several days. I am HEALED! So do not worry! I just love you guys and felt like you deserve an explanation for my absense. My friends and family were super supportive and loving, it was very overwhelming and sweet :))). Even though I don't know you guys very well, the whole experience made me very grateful for all I have in my life,

 and I want to thank you guys for being a part of it <3 <3 <3

ALSO OH MY GODDDDDD THERE WERE SO MANY FLIPPIN COMEBACKS IN LIKE THE PAST TWO WEEKS IM SWETTIN ! Our baBieS BTS dropped that out of NOWHERE my friends were all freaking out and i really thought it was some lame prank. The song is my anthem atm (of course) and blonde Jin slayed me he's finally a pretty princess lmao as if he wasn't one this whole time 

 < *swoons*  jin is so ethereal he's an angel #confirmed

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