Taekook ?? "UNEXPECTED LOVE"

Namjoon's heart hammered against his ribs as the early morning call pierced the silence. He frantically slapped Jin's pouting lips, jolting him awake from a dreamy land, where he was apparently quite intimately engaged with someone. Jin sputtered, his morning voice a raspy, indignant "Whaaaaat?"

"Big boss is calling! Wake up, you punk!" Namjoon hissed, his eyes wide with panic. Jin, however, remained infuriatingly calm. He stretched languidly, wiping the sleep-induced drool from his mouth, and yawned with theatrical volume.

"Oh, meh," he drawled, "look at this morning angel." Namjoon's tight-lipped smile was a mask for his rising anxiety. Jin's slow processing speed was driving Namjoon insane. He resorted to pulling Jin's cheeks, pinching them until they flushed a vibrant red. "Hyaa... Do you really need to make my face red first thing in the morning?" Jin complained, rubbing his now-tender cheeks.

Namjoon shoved the phone screen into Jin's face, his voice trembling. "I said, BIG BOSS! Boss's father is on the call!" He bit his fingers, his eyes darting around the room. "He never calls! Did we do something? Did the boss?"

Jin sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair, as if trying to keep his good looking genes refreshed. "Did you think I was dreaming about this? How the hell would I know, Just pick up the damn phone!" He watched Namjoon's hesitation with growing impatience, finally snatching the phone from his trembling hand and answered...
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Namjoon, his anxiety a tangible presence, trailed after Jin. "What's going on? Did we screw something up? Say something, Jin!" Jin brushed him off, entering Taehyung's room. The scene inside made both of them stop dead in their tracks.

The air was thick and stale, the room cloaked in a dim, pre-dawn gloom. Curtains remained tightly drawn, blocking out the nascent sunlight. The room was a disaster zone: crumpled blankets, discarded clothing, shards of broken glass glinting on the floor, and dark, viscous red stains that looked suspiciously like spilled wine. It was a chaotic mess, a scene that could easily be mistaken for the aftermath of a brawl, But it was the sight of Taehyung and Jungkook that truly stole their breath. They lay sprawled on the bed, clad only in their boxers, facing opposite directions. Jungkook's leg was draped heavily across Taehyung's chest, twitching occasionally, while Taehyung, in his sleep, had somehow latched onto the heavy limb, hugging it tightly. Jin erupted in a fit of silent laughter. Taehyung was precariously perched on the very edge of the bed, almost falling off, while Jungkook had commandeered the vast majority of the mattress, sprawled out like a starfish, drool pooling on the pillow, his face contorted in a series of bizarre expressions.

"What are you doing?" Namjoon asked, pulling Jin from his amusement.

"Just capturing some precious moments for blackmail... I mean, posterity," Jin replied, winking mischievously.

Jin tiptoed across the room, leaning over Taehyung and gently patting his shoulder. "Boss, wake up." At the same time, Namjoon threw open the large windows, flooding the room with the blinding light of the morning sun. The sudden influx of light and the chirping of birds disturbed Jungkook's slumber. He kicked out instinctively, his foot connecting squarely with Taehyung's face, twisting his neck at an awkward angle. "Ah, what? Are you okay?" Taehyung mumbled, his eyes fluttering open.

"Perfectly fine, boss," Jin replied, mimicking Jungkook's sleepy voice.

Taehyung blinked, his vision clearing, and swallowed to alleviate the dryness in his throat. He looked at Jin, his face scrunched in confusion. Jin, wearing a mischievous grin, waved a hand in front of him. "Good morning, boss, "Looks like you two snacthed each other souls out of the body."