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They were doing interviews all morning and in the afternoon they were filming acceptance speeches and promotional content for their future events that were yet to be announced. There was little to no time for Jungkook to have any alone time with Taehyung. Even when they were waiting for things to be set up or for other members to be ready, one or two of them would be called away by a stylist or a manager to check on things.
Hence, the reason for the pout on his face right now.
As soon as they got back to the dorms, Jimin had claimed Taehyung’s time by loudly announcing that it is soulmates movie night, to which Taehyung had readily agreed.
Jungkook skulked back to his room to shower before anyone could see that he was slightly upset. His shower helped him clear his head a little, the warm water cascading down his body felt good. As he washed away the day’s grime and sweat he took a moment to diligently lather up the soap more, needing to smell the soothing jasmine scent all over himself. He wraps himself in his fluffiest towel when he gets out of the shower, and melts into the fabric. He sinks into his bed, reluctantly pulling a pair of boxes up his legs, over his hips. With a soft sigh he rolls his body to the other side of the bed, sniffing at the fading cotton and green tea scent in his pillow. He closes his eyes, the day’s activities just settling into his mind and fatigue sinking into his bones. He claws at his chest lazily, getting the towel off his body exposing his body to the cooler temperature of his room. Jungkook stays in that position for a few minutes, before shifting again, pulling his knees up to his chest. He feels himself dozing off, content on drifting to dreamland like this without turning his lights off or getting under his covers when shrill laughter jolts him out of his soft bubble. Frowning, he sits up and registers his own state of undress, the discarded towel on the floor, and the laughter he hears coming from the living room. Suddenly the room feels a bit colder and something sour starts to seep into his stomach.
Throwing an oversized hoodie on, he pads towards the living room where Jimin and Taehyung are watching a comedy. Jimin howls with laughter and Taehyung giggles every now and then. Pulling his sleeves up to cover his fist, he walks over to Taehyung and wordlessly pushes and pulls at the other’s limbs until he’s satisfied before plopping straight down into Taehyung’s lap, thighs bracketing Taehyung’s legs.
He hears a groan from Jimin, and just leans his chin on Taehyung’s shoulder, not wanting to feel more judgment from Park Jimin.
Taehyung ignores Jimin’s incessant mutters under his breath about how couples can’t stay apart, and how dare kookie interrupt soulmate movie night and brings a hand up to card through Jungkook’s hair gently.
Jungkook sighs, feeling his body getting heavier and his weight sinking more into Taehyung. He lets the sounds from the movie wash over him, as he relishes in Taehyung’s soft touches coaxing him into a space that’s just safe and comfortable.
He breathes in the scent of Taehyung who hasn’t showered, smelling his cologne - now a faint trace - and the slight sweaty smell which should have repelled Jungkook but for some reason only spurred him to inch closer to the crook of Taehyung’s neck. He stays like that, arms loosely linked around Taehyung’s shoulders, head buried in his boyfriend’s neck, nose and lips touching a sliver of soft skin and just breathes. He lets himself relax, mind and body finally settling.
And Jungkook falls asleep in Taehyung’s lap before the movie even ends.
“Isn’t he heavy?” Jimin whispers as the credits roll.
Taehyung wraps his arms tighter around the sleeping baby in his lap and carefully hoists him up as he stands, “Mm yeah, but I don’t mind it.”
“Whipped,” Jimin whisper-yells after Taehyung as he carries Jungkook in his arms back to the younger’s room.