Melodies || TK ✓

5.

▶ Golden ~ Harry Styles

Jungkook felt like shit.

His head beat a loud rhythm against his skull and eyes seared with the morning sun. Groaning, he sat up, legs heavy. It felt like his worst hangover till date. He looked around, a little disoriented. It definitely wasn't his own home.

The bedroom was huge, tastefully decorated. Beautiful abstract artworks hung above the mantel. A giant window was on the left of the door, the curtains partially drawn. A flat screen in front of the bed and to the right, two door which were probably the walk in wardrobe and the toilet.

It was all warm pastels, beige white and chestnut brown, soothing to the eyes.

He started a bit when he saw a mop of dark hair peeking out from below the blanket, beside him.

Oh?

Jungkook blushed. He didn't recall much except coming up here for a party.

God, he slept in Taehyung's bed? After one time of seeing him? He couldn't embarrass himself more, could he!

Jungkook trudged around slowly, going to the bathroom. It was bigger than his own by a wide margin and a pleasant vanilla smell lingered. He did his business and splashed water on his face. He didn't bother brushing his teeth, he would do that in his own house.

The guy, Taehyung, was still asleep so Jungkook walked out, not wanting to disturb him. The hall outside was a mess but otherwise empty of people.

Everyone left?

He didn't even remember when he passed out. He decided to swing by later and offer to clean up. He found his shoes and left the apartment, feeling anxious. No matter how hard he racked his brains, he was drawing a blank.

Hoping he hadn't done anything too idiotic, like have sex with the man, he reached his own door.

He searched for his key. Patting his pockets, he realised he had locked himself out.

"Fucking fantastic!"

He really wanted some food and a glass of cold milk and to sleep the rest of the day off. He should have given the spare to Jimin.

Ugh!

Debating his options, he made his way back upstairs, as if doing the walk of shame and rung the bell. Twice, thrice, five times - until an irritated yell sounded from the other side.

The door opened with a force, despite being heavy as hell.

"What the HELL do you think you're - Oh, Jungkook? When did you leave? I thought you were sleeping beside me?"

Taehyung stopped short, his eyes puffy and hair sticking up in different directions.

"I was. Then I went down and realised I locked myself out. I'm sorry to disturb."

Jungkook's face felt like it was on fire, as he fought himself to not look at Taehyung's bare torso. It was right there! Answering doors shirtless wasn't too mainstream for Taehyung apparently.

"Ah, it's alright. We can get a masterkey from the society chairman. Trust me, I've locked myself out too many times to count."

Taehyung motioned Jungkook inside, stretching luxuriously. Normally he would have thrown a fit at being woken like this but Jungkook already looked so guilty, he couldn't bring himself to say a word.

Not when the raven looked so obviously hungover and puffy.

Jungkook snuck a glance at Taehyung and was shocked to find several scars on his back. They were old, whitish but there was no mistaking the jagged lines.