VII. 소파

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Taehyung POV

I awoke to soft breathing on my neck. How many times have a fallen asleep today? How long have I been sleeping? My thoughts were stopped when a soft nose brushed against the nape of my neck, going down to rest on my shoulder. His arm was draped over my waist, peacefully hanging. How I wish I could be that hand, peacefully hanging, dead.

"Jungkook." I whispered, not sure if he was awake.
"Mmmm." He groaned against my shoulder blade.
"Are you awake?"
"Yes."
"What are we doing?"
"Sleeping."
"Ok."

I decided to stop talking and close my eyes again, who knows when I'd next have a good nights sleep.

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