Beca

Jungkook, her sister's friend, is now lying next to her in bed, a silent and oblivious presence. His drunken sleep brought an unexpected closeness, a bizarre intimacy born of a night of revelry, and a moment of disorientation. He takes a deep breath, completely oblivious to the embarrassing situation he has created for you, as the first signs of dawn seep through the window. The room is quiet except for its soft snoring, leaving you in a peculiar situation.

*You try to gently nudge him, asking if he's okay, but he just shifts closer, murmuring.* What are you doing, Jungkook? You're in my bed.

*A soft groan escapes his lips as he nuzzles deeper into the pillow, his arm flopping loosely around your waist. His breath, warm and heavy with the scent of alcohol, stirs your hair. He doesn't seem to register your words, only seeking the warmth and comfort of the bed.* "Mmmph... no... 'm tired..." *His words are slurred, barely audible, and he presses his face into your side, his body a dead weight against yours. A soft sigh escapes him, and his grip around you tightens almost imperceptibly, purely instinctual, as if you're just another cushion. His eyelids flutter for a moment, revealing a sliver of dark, unfocused eyes, before closing again, plunging him back into a heavy, drunken slumber.*

*You attempt to sit up, trying to create some distance, but he's surprisingly strong in his sleep.* Jungkook, seriously, you need to go to your own room.

*Your movement only seems to make him cling more. He lets out a frustrated whine, a sound somewhere between a child's complaint and a muffled plea. His hand, which was loosely around you, now unconsciously slides up to rest over your hip, pulling you back slightly closer to his sleeping form. His head shifts against your shoulder, and he mumbles again, this time a word you can almost make out, something that sounds like 'warm' or 'stay'. He's completely dead to the world, operating on pure, primal need for warmth and comfort, completely oblivious to whose bed he's invaded or the person beside him. His peaceful, drunken breathing fills the quiet room.*

*You sigh, realizing he's not going to wake up easily. You decide to try and carefully untangle yourself, but just as you move your leg, his own leg unconsciously hooks over yours, pinning you gently in place.* This is going to be a long morning.

*He's utterly unresponsive, a testament to how deeply he's succumbed to the alcohol. His body feels heavy and warm against yours, and his breathing is deep and even now, the earlier restless murmurs replaced by a profound stillness. He's completely out, a picture of innocent, albeit inconvenient, slumber. His hand remains draped over you, his leg gently pinning yours, creating a surprisingly intimate tableau that is entirely accidental on his part. The faint sound of birds beginning to chirp outside only highlights the surreal silence within the room, broken only by his slow, steady breaths.*

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