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Jungkook had a plan.

Be it a stupid plan, he had it. And he had it in his mind the moment he read Seokjin's text about him cuddling up to him— that was on accident.

His plan to cuddle up to Seokjin tonight would not be an accident.

It was a dumb idea. He had to do it at least once though.

Seokjin wouldn't know the difference. If what he said was true, Jungkook could just cuddle up to him and pretend to be asleep. The only problem is— why does he want to do that?

His little crush was supposed to be pushed aside, not pushed further.

But hey, an opportunity is an opportunity. He knew what he was doing. Just a little cuddling for his own well-being. Just to see what it feels like to be cuddled up to him.

What a weird thought.

So weird and loud that Jungkook couldn't even find it in himself to be sleepy as he covered himself up for the night, finally agreeing to sleep under the same blanket as Seokjin, (of course). What a shift of events.

His tummy was curling with fear of being caught or doing something wrong, but as they got comfortable with the pitch-black room and quiet night, and Jungkook eventually knew that Seokjin was asleep, he figured his plan was in step one already.

Step one: Seokjin falls asleep.

Complete.

Step two: cuddle his husband.

Jungkook bit nervously at his bottom lip, sucking it inside his mouth as he pretended to be asleep— Seokjin couldn't see him, so it was a good thing because he couldn't keep a straight face.

It felt a bit wrong for even wanting to take his sleeping habits to his advantage, but just once. Just one time and he'll never do it again!

That's what he repeated in his mind over and over again as he slowly inched towards the middle of the bed, shuffling towards the older.

He had to act fast just in case Seokjin was actually awake. He could at least pretend that he did it on accident in his sleep, plus, he needed to do it quickly or else he would back out of it.

So, he gently wrapped his arm around the older and pressed his chest against Seokjin's arm, eyes shut tight and heart racing at the feeling; the feeling of skin on skin, chest to arm, hand resting over Seokjin's broad chest, and his leg settling over Seokjin's.

There wasn't a doubt in Jungkook's mind that he liked Seokjin at that point. He feels too comfortable— minus his racing heart— to not like him.

But his racing heart skipped a beat as he felt movement under his arm.

He kept his eyes closed and held his breath as Seokjin turned— turned towards him of all things. He hoped to everything that Seokjin was just moving in his sleep. Moving in his sleep just like Jungkook "did".

But...

"Jungkook-ah?" Seokjin whispered, voice so soft that he barely even heard it.

Of course, Jungkook didn't answer.

No. Jungkook wanted to perish into the mattress upon realizing that Seokjin was awake now— or maybe he was awake the entire time. He should've waited longer before he tried this.

His leg had fallen from being on Seokjin's and his arm was slowly falling off as well, but then Seokjin grabbed at his wrist, gently pulling it back over himself.

If Jungkook was holding his breath before, he sure was then. He needed air, but Seokjin was stealing it all from him as he kept moving.

Seokjin pulled him back. He just pulled Jungkook's arm back to himself so they could cuddle. He's letting this happen.

Seokjin shifted forward a bit, his hand lifting the blanket off of himself and soon meeting Jungkook's hair, gently brushing it to the side to not disturb the fake Sleeping Beauty.

But with all of the things happening, Jungkook didn't know what to do then— when Seokjin leaned in and pressed his lips, only like a feather, to his forehead.

It was as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

How the fuck— no, why the fuck?

And Seokjin let his hand trail back under the blanket and find his way to Jungkook's waist as if it was nothing.

Or maybe Jungkook was dreaming. Was he? Was this real? Maybe he had fallen asleep and he was dreaming about cuddling Seokjin.

That sounds ridiculous.

There's no way that that's what happened. He wasn't even trying to be in denial that he liked cuddling him, or that Seokjin was cuddling back.

He liked it.

But Seokjin's kiss? Seokjin's soft lips
brushed against his forehead as they cuddled?

He liked that a little too much.

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