also i mention the words "bed and breakfast" and "b&b" — in case you guys were slightly confused, a 'bed and breakfast' is

thank you for reading so far !
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taehyung focus
hungry and tired because he hasn't ate or slept properly in the past two days, the older leans back against the pillow and lets the cotton sheets engulf him as he relaxes his body. his right leg's propped up on a couple of messily stacked thin cushions stolen from the room's armchair, and an ice pack sits on the swollen part of his ankle, doing its job and cooling down the ugly swell.

taehyung silently studies the room granny yoo had bagged for them (turns out her younger sister ran the place and was more than happy to give a 50% discount for "such handsome boys"). it's a cosy looking room; the faded baby blue and white colour scheme comforted taehyung — the colours reminding him of the nursery he had shared with his hyung when he was younger. a queen sized bed donning white crisp sheets, sits against a wall alongside two sets of plain drawers on either side. a single navy armchair and a chestnut brown coffee table is situated at the foot of the bed. there are doors set in the room's walls which lead to the toilet and to a tiny balcony where smaller potted plants reside.

taehyung drags his eyes downwards at the pot of steaming ramen noodles which warms his hands (and was kindly given by the owner of the b&b after granny yoo's firm orders) and the pair of chopsticks sitting besides him on the bed. he reaches over and breaks the chopsticks apart, and whilst doing this, raises his eyes and watches the boy in front of him eat with awe.

he'd never seen anyone eat so fast.
jungkook sits hunched in a tasteful armchair across taehyung's bed, ravenously gulping down the contents of his pot noodle — the wooden chopsticks in his hands are a blur as he repeatedly and hurriedly forces the soggy noodles down his throat, downing the food with large gulps of water. taehyung pauses halfway in the breaking of his chopsticks, his mouth a small 'o' as he watches on with fascination.

jungkook must've felt taehyung's gaze on him because the boy looks up, snapping his glare on to taehyung — who quickly looks away. holding his chopsticks midway to his half full mouth, jungkook blankly questions taehyung. "what?"

taehyung looks down at his untouched pot noodle.
he looks back up to see an unimpressed jungkook staring at him.
he lifts his noodles slowly, offering the pot to jungkook. "m'not hungry," he hums, motioning for jungkook to take the noodles.

jungkook looks surprised for a split second but quickly recovers himself, standing up to reach over and grab the still hot noodles.
"don't complain later saying that you're hungry." he orders, sitting back down in his seat.

"i won't." taehyung mumbles as he lies down, pressing his face against the soft pillow and falling asleep almost instantly after the long day he's had.

                                      +

im hungry; is what taehyung thinks as soon as he wakes up.

it's still dark, no light streams in through the small slit in the curtains and the room is fully sheathed in black. because of the aforementioned reason, taehyung takes a second to adjust his eyes to the darkness, blinking rapidly and trying to concentrate on the unknown objects in the room.

his eyes land on the red glowing numbers of the tiny alarm clock sitting on the bedside table, and he peers over to see the time; 3am. he furrows his eyebrows, annoyed that his sleep was broken due to the fact that he was hungry.

im pretty sure that b&b owner gave extra pot noodles, taehyung thinks sleepily as his eyes drag over the room, trying to spot the four pack of chicken flavoured noodles. he spots them almost immediately; the noodles sits atop the slightly chipped coffee table, tempting taehyung.

slightly disoriented, taehyung wipes the sleep out of the corner of his eyes and makes a plan to climb out of his bed, wander over to the coffee table and find the kettle jungkook had previously used to warm up some water.
just as taehyung moves to get up, strong arms tug at his waist, pulling him closer to someone's chest. taehyung freezes, looking down at the hand wrapping round his waist, which clutches at the front of his shirt, bunching the material up.
horror burrows deep in his chest when he catches on to the feeling of legs intertwined with his own bare ones. panic sets into him; what's going on??who's legs are these? who's hugging me???? oh my god, where am i again?? fuck, who's touching mE—

"neul, stop moving."

neul? who's neul???? im taehyung?????

taehyung, forcing himself to stay calm and not lose his shit, slowly cranes his neck to look at the person who had uttered out the single syllable: neul.
his eyes latch on to the face sleeping besides him, focusing in on the person's features. he spots tufts of dark hair sticking up, an earring embedded into an ear, a small mole residing under a slightly parted mouth, the slope and rounded cute end of a nose, bare skin—
that's. . . jungkook, right?

his already widened eyes widen a millimetre more as his pupils adjust to a slightly fuzzy image of a sleeping and shirtless jungkook besides him.

jeon jungkook, my fucking kidnapper, is cuddling and playing footsie with me — oh gOD.

he screams as soon as the thought hits home.

jungkook wakes up with furrowed eyebrows, blinking slowly as he tries to find his surroundings and the source of the scream. he finds his surroundings soon when his eyes land on taehyung's face — brown eyes widening slowly as the realisation sets in.

"oH MY FUCKIN—" he yelps loudly when he administers taehyung's closeness and their current position, loosening his hold around taehyung's waist to scramble away from his captive. the aforementioned does the same, forcefully trying to disentangle his limbs from jungkook's with haste. he's successful: he pulls away from the twisted bedsheets and jungkook, but as he does so with such force, the boy flings himself off his side of the bed, toppling backwards with a loud crash as he drags the bedside table and sheets down with him.

"WHAT THE HELL?" jungkook questions as he too hastily climbs off the bed, acting as if the bed was a pit of scathing hot lava and not just a squeaky mattress. he regains himself and stands on his side of the bed, breathing hard as he rakes a hand through his tousled bed hair.

"oh my goD." taehyung gasps out loudly as he lies there on their b&b room carpet, attempting to calm the freaked out taehyung jumping around in his head by hurriedly counting the discoloured patches on the ceiling.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"OH MY GOD." taehyung repeats louder.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" jungkook repeats.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" taehyung retorts, scrabbling to his feet and pushing the surprisingly light bedside table aside. he jumps up, pointing accusatory fingers at jungkook whilst shrouding himself in the bedsheets — as if the paper thin blanket could protect him from jungkook.

"WHAT." jungkook says.

"WHAT." taehyung says.

"WHA—"

"IF YOU TOLD ME WE WERE SHARING BEDS, I WOULD'VE FUCKING SLEPT ON THE FLOOR."

"I DIDN'T WANNA SHARE A BED — I WAS GONNA SLEEP ON THE COUCH CAUSE OF YOUR STUPID ANKLE."

"FIRST OF ALL, MY ANKLE IS NOT STUPID. SECOND OF ALL, IF THAT'S THE CASE THEN WHY ARE SLEEPING BESIDES ME?"

"I WAS TOO TIRED AFTER CARRYING A FUCKING MANBABY ALL DAY SO I MUST'VE JUST BLACKED OUT AND FELL ON TO THE BED. BIG DEAL."

"BIG DEAL???? YOU WERE FREAKING HUGGING ME—"

"I WASN'T FUCKING hUGGING YOU."

"YOU HAD YOUR ARMS AROUND ME AND YOU WERE PLAYING FUCKING OCTOPUS WITH MY FEET."

"OCTOPUS??? AND UH, NO WAY DID I DO THAT."

"uHM YES WAY — YOU EVEN CALLED ME 'NEUL'."

jungkook focus
jungkook loses the angered tone and the rising volume in his words, "i called you neul?"

"mHM." taehyung grunts, gripping at the blanket wrapped tightly around him.

"o–oh." jungkook's voice is flat as he rakes a hand through his hair again, his dark locks falling over blank eyes. taehyung wildly flings accusations at jungkook but the boy ignores him, looking into space with big eyes.
[a/n: like dis,,,,,,]

fucking hell, i called him neul and hugged taehyung. kim taehyung, my motherfucking captive.

. . what the fuck, jeon jungkook?? why's neul on your mind? you're over your shitty relationship with her — aren't you? jungkook thinks as he subconsciously raises a hand to his mouth, enclosing his lips round his index nail and nibbling on it whilst in deep thought.
[a/n: like dissssss$ss,]

of course i'm over that cold hearted snake — what the fuck? it took me a year to realise that but i know it's true.
she doesn't mean anything to me; she's nothing important in my life.

but stil—

a pillow to the face wakes him up from his mental debate — the impact startling him the slightest bit and causing him to break away from his thoughts and look at taehyung (who had harshly thrown the pillow in his direction).

taehyung focus
an irate taehyung stands on the opposite side of the bed, arms crossed over his chest and frown teetering on the boy's face. his stance is crooked, most likely due to the fact that one ankle was sprained but that doesn't stop him from impatiently and awkwardly tapping his foot against the carpet.

"if you apologise right now for your deeds, i won't include 'molesting my feet' in my lawsuit against you." he states.

"sorry." jungkook mutters, half out of it.

taehyung blinks.
jungkook hears him mutter, "that was easier than i thought," before clearing his throat to say something else, louder this time.
"uhm, i won't include you touching up my feet in my lawsuit but! i refuse to sleep in the same bed as you."

"fine. take the bed." jungkook murmurs, now completely out of it. surprised, taehyung stares after jungkook, who silently reaches into the back pocket of his jeans to retrieve a squashed packet of marlboros — he'd forgotten to pull off his jeans and change into something comfier earlier so now his cigarettes were out of shape and crumpled.

he uncaps the packet, pulling a thin cigarette out before silently turning his back on taehyung to walk towards the b&b room's balcony. with a particularly harsh yank on jungkook's end, the rusted balcony door opens and jungkook exits, leaving a muddled taehyung to stand there besides the bed, slightly limping and engulfed in layers of blanket.

the hell happened to him?