chapter eight.

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Jungkook sighed and got ready for bed, brushing his teeth and putting his phone on the charger. He sunk down onto the bed as the door creaked open. In came the hybrid that had somehow stayed by himself most of the day.

"M-master.." Taehyung sniffed, from what Jungkook could tell, he was crying. Tear stains were dried on his cheeks, and his eyes were red as of he bawling his eyes for hours. Taehyung hiccuped in between a sob as he waited for some type of answer of acknowledgement from Jungkook.

"Hm?"

Taehyung played with his tail, his hand gripping onto it uneasily. He had watery eyes and fear written in them. Playing with his tail was a way to calm nerves or nervousness. Jungkook personally that that it was cute while he did it.

"C-can I sleep in here with you? I don't like the dark.." Taehyung admitted, walking forward and playing with his fingers now as a replacement. His ears were down and his tail low to the ground, ready to be rejected.

"Sure.." Jungkook quirked a brow at the hybrid boy, who seemed beyond happy with Jungkook's answer.

Taehyung leaped into bed with the boy, wrapping his arms around Jungkook's frame and nuzzling his nose into the boy's shirt, loving the strong scent coming from his clothing.
Taehyung wrapped his tail around the boy, bringing him closer and sighing in content.

Jungkook couldn't help but smile when the boy had already fallen asleep. Jungkook giggled softly at the fuzzy feeling growing in his heart. It was the first time, other than sleep overs, that he shared a bed with someone.

Jungkook ran a hand through the hybrid's blonde hair. Taehyung unconsciously leaned his head onto the touch, loving the feeling.

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Jungkook awoke to an empty bed, rustled covers, a breakfast on his bedside table, with a little note that had a heart scribbled on it. Jungkook was pretty confused, but ate the breakfast anyway, putting the dirty dishes stacked on the tray and back on his bedside table.

He grabbed his phone and walked to the closet, but noticed something strange. A shirt was hung a different way, put to the side, a little sticky not had a heart on it. Jungkook guesses Taehyung picked out his outfit for him. He liked what the boy picked, a black shirt with some jeans.

He took them and headed to his bathroom, taking a shower and replacing the newly picked clothes with his dirty ones. Jungkook sighed as he dried his hair with a towel. He threw all of his dirty clothes on the carpet like he always does, walking down the steps.

In the living room, Taehyung was tidying the bookshelf, while Myung and Bora were in the kitchen. Taehyung was so focused to not make a mistake, that the look on his face was priceless.

"Jungkook, why won't you clean like Taehyung?" Myung teased from the kitchen, causing Bora to laugh along with her. Jungkook just stayed quiet at this, waiting for them to finish their laughing fit. Taehyung noticed Jungkook's unhappy look, so he slowly walked over to him, his hands shaking, as if he were to get yelled at.

"A-are you mad, master?"

Jungkook took one look at Taehyung, his shivering form, taking it into consideration. No, it wasn't his fault.

"Not at you." Jungkook sighed deeply and watched Taehyung's face grow a weak smile.

Taehyung nodded and went to go clean something else.

a/n: was it me?