All that glitters is not gold. Sometimes people are not what they seem. Second chances are rare, and precious. The past is never far behind.
How could someone so innocent truly be dangerous?
"Blood dripped from his hands, running in rivulets down hi...
My brain has been cycling between Epiphany and Seesaw all day and it's driving me insane because I know none of the words lmaoooo
Another huge chapter and like... I'm considering starting splitting these but?? Legit my rough plan was only like 100 words but this chapter somehow became like 4500 words
I like how in the first chapter I was like "i'm gonna try keep these chapters short" lmfaoo fuck off bitch u physically do not know how to write a short chapter
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It felt cozy, in the morning, when I woke up. As I came to, slowly remembering where I was and all that had happened, I smiled. Here was nice. Here, squeezed into this bed, with this odd man that loved me even though he didn't seem to fully know what that meant. All I could think was that I didn't want anything to change.
But of course, things do. For now, though, this was fine.
Flexing, I stretched, working the fatigue from my muscles. Taehyung whined sleepily; my movements had jostled him since he was basically cocooned around me. I wiggled out of his grip, to go and wash and get dressed. Jungkook was still out like a light, I noticed as I passed him, looking peaceful, limbs spread wide like a starfish. Taehyung lumped around a bit, getting comfortable again, and seemed to quickly fall back into sleep, too. I sucked my lips into my mouth to suppress a laugh at his new position, which happened to be snuggled into his dongsaeng. It was cute. I wished that I still had a cellphone so I could take a picture of them.
Once I'd showered and pulled on some shorts and a sweater, I returned to the bedroom again. If we were going to get a futon for Jungkook today we'd need to catch the bus into the town, since it was too far to walk. It would be better to leave early. Jungkook was still in the exact same position, undisturbed, but Taehyung was sat up, rubbing his face. He blinked at me sleepily as I rubbed my hair with a towel. "Why do you always get up so early?"
His complaint wasn't one I hadn't heard before. I shrugged. "Habit." He gave me a childish scowl.
"He's too muscly for a pillow though." He grumbled, standing up and stretching, and I rolled my eyes. "And he doesn't smell as good."
I glanced at the young brunette who was twitching a little in his sleep. "Has he not moved at all?"
Taehyung shook his head. "He sleeps like a rock."
I pursed my lips, stepping closer, and patting the boy's arm. "Jungkook-ah. It's morning." Literally nothing. I shook him, lightly, but he didn't even stir. "Jungkook-ah."
Taehyung was about to leap on him, but I stopped him. "I guess there's no harm in letting him sleep in. Maybe he'll wake when he smells breakfast?"
My hunch was correct. I was pan frying some mackerel we'd been given by a nice old man down the road (in exchange for some assistance with some heavy firewood) when the brunette roused, scratching his stomach and yawning as he plodded through in his slippers. All I could think was that it was a good thing Taehyung liked such loose fitting clothes. The younger man was built a lot more muscular than Tae was.
