Jungkook adjusted his tie, the silk cool against his skin. He was already CEO material, and the formality of the suit felt more like a second skin than a costume. Little did Taehyung know, he was watching the man who commanded Jeon Cena, the company everyone whispered about in hushed, reverent tones.
“Hey, Taehyung,” Jungkook said, glancing at the time. “I’m heading to work. If you get bored, feel free to mess around with my phone. I don’t mind.”
“Okiieeee, Mr. Formal Man!” Taehyung replied with a burst of energy. He’d always been drawn to Jungkook’s belongings, fascinated by their expensive sheen. The moment Jungkook left, Taehyung was already sprinting toward Jungkook’s side of the room, eager to indulge in a little snooping.
Jungkook was gone, and Taehyung flopped onto the bed, legs swinging freely. He picked up Jungkook’s phone, turning it over in his hands. The wallpaper was… boring. He marched to Jungkook’s wardrobe, snatched a tie, wrapped it around his head, and snapped a picture. He set it as his new wallpaper, grinning at the absurdity of it all.
He burrowed his face into the plush mattress, inhaling the scent of Jungkook. It smelled like sandalwood and something uniquely *him*. “I’m So bOredDdd JUNGKOOKIEEEEE!” he whined, dramatically.
He decided to delve into Jungkook’s photos. Each selfie elicited a giggle. He scrolled through images of Jungkook looking tired, then exasperated, then downright sleepy. He tried to switch on his own phone, but it was dead. “Oh, Falicia. She’s dead,” he muttered, referring to his phone.
He grabbed Jungkook’s phone, plugged in the earbuds, and lost himself in music (a playlist of mellow indie ballads). He drifted off to sleep, cuddling the soft sheets.
An hour later, Jungkook returned to find Taehyung wrapped like a burrito in his bed, looking impossibly cute.
He tossed his phone onto the cabinet and started unwrapping Taehyung, layer by layer. “THE EAGLE TOOK THE CONDOM AND ATE IT WITH KETCHUP!” Jungkook muttered under his breath, hoping to snap Taehyung out of sleep talking.
After what felt like minutes of unwrapping, Jungkook was down to his boxers. He pulled on baggy sweatpants, sighing with relief as he collapsed onto the mattress.
Taehyung had found a new source of warmth. He’d wrapped his legs around Jungkook’s, then wriggled on top of him. Jungkook didn't notice at first. Taehyung was so light, a featherweight presence. Then he felt a creeping suffocation.
He opened his eyes and realized Taehyung’s baby-like hands were squished against his face. Taehyung’s index finger was pinching his nose, sealing off his nostrils. His thumb was jammed into Jungkook’s mouth, and Taehyung’s cheek was pressed against Jungkook’s abs, a trail of drool leaving a wet path across his stomach.
Jungkook was pretty sure he resembled Squidward. He was both amused and mildly terrified. He didn’t know how Taehyung managed to contort himself into such a ridiculous position, but he knew he needed to disentangle himself before he suffocated.