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their legs are tangled together,

and there’s a little bit of taehyung’s drool on his thin t-shirt,

and his arm is going numb underneath his head,

and it’s never been more perfect.

“hey, 'kook?” 

his voice is even deeper, almost husky. and he looks just so beautiful.

almost ethereal.

just like an angel.

“mmm?”

all he can do is absently hum in acknowledgement as he stares at his hair that’s sticking out every which way, basking in the intensity of his natural beauty.

that’s when he knows he’s a goner.