Please answer the author's note at the end ofthe chapter.<3

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Taehyung felt something soft pressed against him. He could feel the warmth of sunlight against his eyelids, so he snuggled into the pillar of fluff, melting instantly at how pleasantly warm he felt. He wanted to stay like that forever, basking in the tenderness of his beloved and forget about everything else. 

Those kisses... they were so fresh in his memory... they must have... they must have fallen asleep together... in the park...? Perhaps in his car... in the backseat... is his backseat this comfortable...? Feels like a bed... maybe they fell asleep in his bed... tangled in his blankets...

"Jin-ah..." Taehyung murmured and pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Lord save me!" and Taehyung got kneed in the stomach.

Taehyung, doubled over and very much awake, meaning his brain was beginning to register his hangover, squinted through the glaring brightness of the room and felt horrified when he found his best friend sitting up, looking very scandalized, shirtless with a plathora of hickeys on his shoulders. With his stomach churning even harder, Taehyung was ready to assume the worst when a mop of fuzzy bed hair peeked from behind Jungkook and a pair of sleepy eyes glared at the duo.

"Can't you guys keep it down?" Jimin rumbled quietly before drowning into the mess of blankets and pillows.

"Why did you kick me?!" Taehyung whisper-shouted as he struggled to get on his wobbly morning feet with a headache that was being amplified by the minute.

"You kissed my boobs!" Jungkook spat indignantly before rubbing his divine chest to get rid of whatever gross trace Taehyung's lips left.

"I thought it wasn't your boobs! I thought it wasn't even you!" Taehyung shot back.

"You thought you were kissing Seokjin-sshi's ass or something?!"

"What- shut up!" Taehyung felt flustered to imagine Seokjin's naked body first thing in the morning. 

Speaking of Seokjin...

"Where's Ji- Seokjin hyung anyways?" Taehyung asked, looking around the room and craning his head to see the living room but the couch was empty.

Jungkook yawned loudly and Jimin grumbled some curses which made Jungkook pause in mid-yawn. The younger carefully got off the bed, afraid to bother his sleeping beauty even further and walked over to the windows to close the curtains before causally saying, "Oh, he's under the bed."

"What?!" Taehyung immediately dropped to the floor.

"Your brain hasn't finished rebooting yet, huh?" Jungkook snickered.

"You little bitch-" Taehyung tackled the younger's legs who shrieked and fell on top of his friend.

"These fucking son of a..." Jimin slurred out a string of filthy curses before he threw a blanket over his head while Taehyung and Jungkook remained as still as possible.

Carefully, they untangled themselves and Taehyung made a beeline to the washroom with Jungkook in trail because the younger knew his friend's body wasn't quite compatible with alcohol. As Taehyung hunched over the sink and emptied his troubled stomach, Jungkook patted his back soothingly.

"I feel like shit," Taehyung concluded when he fell on the couch.

"What a shocker," Jungkook yawned as he turned on their faulty toaster.

"Okay but where is hyung? Like, where did you guys leave him?" Taehyung asked in a more serious tone.

As Jungkook retold what had transpired, Taehyung turned on his phone which was instantly blasted with message notifications and missed phonecalls.

"Fuck, you didn't tell Eommoni I was here?" Taehyung wanted to dig his grave before his mom did, although, he did suspect that she already had.

"Uh oh," was all Jungkook had to say before he took out the half-burnt toasts and plated them on their colour coded plates- green for Taehyung, yellow for Jimin and purple for Jungkook himself; Taehyung and Jimin had been insisting him to get red for years.

I wanna be ✨different✨, was what Jungkook replied every time.

Taehyung braced himself as he pressed the phone against his ear.

"KIM TAEHYUNG-"

Taehyung sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he rolled on the couch so his face was buried in the backrest.

"I'm so- yeah, yeah I know! Yes, I'm sorry, Eo- Yeah, yeah!"

Taehyung got on his butt when Jungkook jabbed at his waist to quietly announce that breakfast was ready. Wincing from the pain and his mother's shrillness, Taehyung fetched his plate of suspicious-looking, jam-covered, half-burnt bread and munched on it with a twisted face.  His mind wandered off to Seokjin and wondered if he was facing the same hell right then. His thoughts decided to travel a little further and he found himself trying to relive the previous night but his memory was getting foggier and foggier by the mind; it's almost like he had dreamt it all up.

Those plush lips and feathery kisses... surely we kissed, right? On the lips? Hm... no, no the memory is blurring out too fast... but also... it's too good to be true...

"Jungkookie, did we make out in the car last night?" 

"What?!" cried out both Jungkook and Mrs. Kim scandalously on the phone.

"Wait, I meant-"

"I'd rather suck a cact-"

Taehyung covered his phone and hoped his mother didn't hear Jungkook's mental breakdown.

"You wild young-blooded-"

"Eommoni, please-"

"Who even drove the car?! Don't tell me one of you drove when being drunk!"

"No! Ofcourse, not! Jimin and Jungkook are very responsible, okay? Jimin drove. He was sober," Taehyung reassured his mom; the last thing he wanted was his mother distrusting his friends.

"God, you children give me such a headache. How am I supposed to handle all of my kids at once? You're here getting intoxicated at odd hours without letting your mother know about it and Oksun's there having such- such horrific thoughts!" His mother sounded absolutely distraught.

Taehyung stopped chewing. "Oksun? What do you mean by 'horrific thoughts'?"

"Your father accidentally read her diary-"

"Accidentally?" Taehyung intervened as he had a terrifying trip down memory lane of his dad picking up his sketchbook discreetly where he had freshly drawn the lower half of a man in nothing but thin lingerie and fishnets. Thankfully, Taehyung was fast enough to distract him by starting a heated discourse on which football team was the best.

"Does it matter?! Your sister is thinking of murder!"

Taehyung sighed in relief.

"Aren't you going to say something?!"

"Well, uh, why's she thinking of 'murder'?"

"I'm not very sure yet but your father says it might be a boy. Did you know anything about some boy?"

Taehyung thought of the last interaction he had with his sister which was a "Happy birthday you little brat<3" text that Oksun had left on seen. The audacity of that punk to ignore him after Taehyung sent her a one-of-a kind dress that he had designed himself for nights was enough for Taehyung to leave her alone.

"Nope."

"What am I supposed to do,  Taetae? My daughter will become a serial killer!"

"Eommoni, I'm pretty sure it's just a phase. She probably got dumped and now she wants to see the guy without his head. Nothing to worry about," Taehyung sighed. He raised his hand to greet Jimin who had finally woken up and looked like he had walked through a hurricane. Trying not to gag, Taehyung turned away from his friends who were kissing definitely without brushing their teeth.

"It is absolutely something to worry about! And that's why I asked her to come here-"

"You what?!" Taehyung sprang on his feet, utterly flabbergasted while his friends couldn't care less about his outburst.

"Yes! She needs a change of air and what is better than visiting her brother in the city? Besides, her best friend, Jiyoung, is staying here at her grandma's house for winter holidays. Most importantly, her mother is here so-"

Taehyung just wanted to yell at his mother but instead, he began to pace the living area, with Jungkook poking his butt everytime he passed by him while Jimin sat at the kitchen table and stared into the beyond.

"Eommoni," Taehyung tried to say calmly. "Shouldn't you have considered discussing it with me before asking Oksun to come over? There are just two bedrooms and both are occupied!"

"I would have discussed it with you if you hadn't been working like some robot! And then you go out and drink carelessly! When should I have talked to you?"

Taehyung's free hand clenched into a fist as he screamed on the top of his lungs- in his head, of course. Breathing in slowly and deeply, Taehyung found himself on the couch again and he exhaled.

"So, where do you plan to keep your precious daughter, given all the bedrooms are full?"

"She will be staying in my room, of course!"

Taehyung had flashbacks of his sister throwing a tantrum because she had to share her bed with their cousin last year.

"Okay. Great," Taehyung muttered with the fakest smile ever before realizing his mother couldn't see him so he dropped it.

"Yes, and she'll be arriving at the airport with your Uncle Sejun and his wife in an hour. Buy her something to eat on the road," Mrs. Kim instructed in a business-like manner.

"Yeah, sure."

Taehyung was about to throw his phone at the wall when he saw the text notifications and spring blossomed in the pit of his stomach.

Seokjin: did you reach home safely yesterday?

Seokjin: yoongi said your friends took care of u

Seokjin: so i guess u're fine

Seokjin: and um u don't remember anything from last night, do u?

Taehyung: Jin-ah

Seokjin: oh God why do u remember that shit

Seokjin: i was drunk ok?

Seokjin: so i said stupid shit

Seokjin: and did stupid shit

Seokjin: which u shouldn't take srsly

Seokjin: anyways i don't u owe an explanation

Seokjin: forget everything •ᴗ•

Taehyung: Even your kisses?

Taehyung: *deleted a message*

Seokjin: yeah, good boy

Seokjin: *deleted a message*

Jungkook set a thermos of coffee in front of his undead boyfriend, scrunching his nose and curling his lips in disgust, and said, "One moment he looks like he's gonna punch a hole in the wall and the next moment he's giggling like a lunatic. Should we be concerned?"

Jimin sipped on his coffee and his soul finally reentered his body.

"I guess not."

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I really need your honest opinions on this story. I don't mind if it's brutal.

I don't want to feel unsure about this and end up wasting my time writing something that isn't even worth the read. I hope you guys understand.