Таеhуung.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung, whose throat had been mercilessly scratchy since yesterday due to a cold, reached for the alarm clock with a sigh. The day before, Jungkook had practically made him swear under oath that Taehyung would wake him up exactly at seven — there was an important meeting scheduled at work today that absolutely could not be missed.

Taehyung honestly tried to keep his promise. He softly called Jungkook's name and gave his shoulder a weak nudge, but the only response was a muffled, categorical grumble. Ignoring all of yesterday's vows, Jungkook simply wrapped himself tighter in the blanket and, brazenly closing the distance, pulled Taehyung toward him. His arms locked around Taehyung's waist, and his nose buried itself somewhere into Taehyung's disheveled hair, inhaling his familiar scent. Jungkook was warm, comfortable, and no business in the world could force him to leave this sanctuary.

Taehyung, sick and feeling the pleasant heat from the other's body, still tried to struggle weakly, knowing that every minute of delay risked Jungkook being late.

"Jungkook, let me go, you have a meeting in an hour, and I'm actually sick and might infect you," Taehyung tried once more to break free from the grip, mentally counting the minutes wasted on attempts to wake Jungkook up.