author's note : in my defense. i had no defense. i saw that reel. i lost my mind. i wrote this. this is not my fault. this is jungkook's fault for being shirtless under a blanket. this is taehyung's fault for wearing jungkook's jacket like he was born in it. this is everyone's fault except mine.

i am simply the messenger. the messenger who spent three hours writing smut about it but still. messenger.

anyway. here's what happened after the reel. scientifically accurate. historically documented. definitely real.

i was there. i was the blanket. don't fact check me. just read and suffer with me.

jeon jeongguk was already on the bed, exactly where he had been for the last twenty minutes—shirtless, the white sheets pooled low on his torso, one toned thigh peeking out from the side. his glasses sat slightly askew on his nose, and his tattoo sleeve caught the warm lamplight as he stretched an arm behind his head, watching taehyung with the kind of patience that came from knowing exactly what he wanted.

kim taehyung, still standing near the foot of the bed, barely glanced at him. his attention was on the phone in his hands, thumb scrolling through the clips they had just filmed.

"okay, i think we got it," taehyung said, walking around the bed without looking up.

"the transition is clean. your part looks good—the blanket situation is perfect, by the way. very strategic." he tapped the screen a few times, then held the phone out toward jeongguk.

"here. check it, it was your idea, so you get final approval."