What's ur OTP in BTS?

Taehyung's POV.

Warmth.

And the pleasant spark in my chest.

That is all I can feel.

My lips unconsciously curve into a smile, fingers gently curling around the thin sheets.

I push further into the immense source of heat that I can feel behind me. And I reach it, snuggling my head under something alarmingly close to a chin.

The thought makes me snap open my eyes, anxiety thumping at my chest.

It is only then do I notice the arm draped across my waist, pulling me into a warm body.

Memories of the previous night flood into my mind. But the only thing that stands out is the comfort I had felt that time.

The comfort I am feeling now.

I turn my head to the side slightly, a surprised gasp tumbling from my lips.

Not at the fact that Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook himself was spooning me.

No. Because he looked absolutely breathtaking.

His messy black hair is pushed to the side, lazily covering the rim of his eyebrow. His lashes seem bolder and blacker up close, as they curl outwards, brushing his cheeks. His plump, pink lips are parted taking in a steady breaths.

I can't think.

I can't think about anything but the ethereal beauty laying just millimeters from me.

My fingers unconsciously flutter over his sharp jawline, mouth slightly agape as I reminisce how soft his skin feels under my fingertips.

His eyebrow pinch together as I run my hand over his cheek, a light mewl falling from his lips.

I coo softly, pinching his cheeks slightly.

Him.

It's all him.

Everything around me was him.

And for some reason I liked it.

"Hey."

Large, brown eyes peered at me under long eyelashes.

I yelp, scrambling back in shock. I press the heel of my palm against my chest, trying to regain my breathing as Jungkook giggles before me.

A red hue tints my cheek and I determinedly avoid his gaze, tugging the sheets closer to my chest.

"Enjoying the view?"he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

I can feel the blood rush to my face and I bury my face into my pillow, a shy squeak tumbling out of my lips.

He chuckles, and I can feel the bed shifting lightly. There is silence for a moment as I try to relax, my cheeks still burning.

I hesitantly tilt my head from the pillow, peeking up at him.

He is resting on his side, lips pulled in a thoughtful line and eyes washing over me.

"Tae?"he mutters, his eyes never leaving mine.

I hum in reply, shifting my gaze to the collar of his shirt, afraid that if I stared too long I would be pulled into the brown orbs.

"I'm here for you."

My back tenses at his words, and it is as if some invisible force lifts my head from the pillow until our orbs are locked with each other.

There is no crying this time.

There is no emotions of vulnerability.

There is nothing but gratefulness.

I sit up carefully, lips curved up in a soft smile. Jungkook watches me carefully, his own mouth tugged up at the corners.

My hands intertwine with themselves as I glance down at my lap.

"T-Thank you."

And he smiles.

His wide, heart racing, bunny smile that nearly knocks me of the bed.

There is a heavy silence and I shift uncomfortably, cheeks flushing at the question I was to ask.

"J-Jungkook?"I stutter, eyes determinedly trained on the sheets.

His grin seems to only widen at the mention of his name and he nods for me to continue.

"C-Can I h-hug you?"

Surprise.

His whole expression shows it.

Mouth hung open, eyes widened and hands limp at his side.

I frown.

What had I been thinking?

He wouldn't want to hug me.

He wouldn't want to catch anything. His words exactly.

[A/N: Check chapter 'EIGHT' to see where Jungkook says this. It's near the end.]

Tears obscure my vision and I lower my head so that Jungkook will not see them.

I do not want to seem as the boy who cries at every little thing.

I was sick of breaking down every five minutes.

I wanted to be strong. Like him.

Like Jungkook.

But I was only the weak, pathetic boy of the group. The boy who couldn't even stand on his own two feet.

Suddenly I am pulled into two large, muscles arms that wrap themselves around my waist. A startled yelp falls from my lips as I hover in the air for a split second.

I am flipped around until my head is burrowed in his chest, his chin resting upon the top of my head. Our legs are tangled underneath us, his hand on my waist and mine wrapped shyly around his neck.

"God yes."he murmurs as he dips down, snuggling his head in the crook of my neck, "You don't even need to ask."

My cheeks flush a brilliant red and relief pumps through my veins. I pull my hands from his neck, feeling them ache from being stretched upwards and instead place them hesitantly on his chest.

I can feel his heart racing under my palms. A gentle smile curves at my lips, and I lift my head to meet his eyes, surprised to see that they are already on me.

This feels right.

Our bodies mould together perfectly as though we were made for the other.

And that's how stay for the rest of the day, pressed tightly against each other. As one.

Our smiles never leave our lips as we hold each other as if our lives depended on it. And I guess did it for me.

Because he was the one holding me, finger curled around mine, keeping me from falling.

Falling into the brink of a world of darkness. Never ending darkness.

But even he wasn't enough.