Taehyung walked out of the bathroom, his hair damp, wearing just an oversized T-shirt that clearly wasn’t his. Jungkook was on the couch, reading something on his tablet, glasses on, looking dangerously good in loose sweats and a black tee.

“Jungkook…” Taehyung said softly, voice unsure but his eyes sure of what he wanted. “Can I sit with you?”

Jungkook looked up, glasses sliding down his nose slightly. "You’re already staying over, baby. Come here"

Taehyung padded over barefoot, heart racing. Instead of sitting beside him, he straddled Jungkook’s lap, knees on either side, lightly placing his hands on the professor’s shoulders.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook murmured, his voice dipping low. “What are you doing?”

“I… I couldn’t sleep,” Taehyung whispered, eyes flicking between his lips and eyes. “Thought maybe you could help.”