They talked and cuddled in the couch until Jungkook fell asleep in Tae’s arms.
Taehyung held him tightly. Was it a dream? Would he wake up alone? Was that an hallucination because of the lack of sleep?
Taehyung was doubting about his mental health when Jungkook mumbled some words in his sleep. It was real. The warmth of Jungkook’s body, the softness of that face, his peaceful breath, his cute mumbling… everything was real. He was holding the love of his life again.
Taehyung couldn’t sleep a single minute. His body was a little sore because of the uncomfortable position they were cramped together but he didn’t give a fuck.
He spend all the night looking at Jungkook under the pale light of the moon coming through the window of his living room.
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