DESK MATES ✔|SOPE|Yoonseok

42. Well, That's New

Yoongi and Hoseok had each other completely mesmerized.

As if he hadn't already been aware, that night had been a huge reminder for Hoseok that he was madly in love with Min Yoongi, leaving him feeling overwhelmingly addicted to his touch.

In fact, it was so addicting that Yoongi not only came back the next night, but the following night as well. The desire to be close to each other was now more powerful than ever, driving both of them absolutely crazy. They simply just had to be together, even on a cold, tiresome Monday morning.

Hoseok woke up with Yoongi wrapped tightly in his arms, just like he'd done the past two mornings as well. Of course, Yoongi never woke up until much later, giving Hoseok the opportunity to snuggle him and play with his hair for a few minutes before he got out of bed. He would leave little kisses on his neck, stroking his fingers as he squeezed him even tighter. And then, once he finally got up, he would tuck Yoongi back into the blankets, making sure he stayed nice and warm.

Over the past few days, Hoseok had discovered that there was in fact a way to wake Yoongi up quickly; one that didn't involve hitting him with a pillow relentlessly or blasting his hardcore rap music through a speaker.

You see, Yoongi had an unusual craving for blueberry pancakes.

Why? Hoseok would never know, and he didn't bother trying to understand it either. His boyfriend was just strange.

Hoseok slid his slippers onto his feet, simultaneously tying one of his fuzzy robes around himself. He shut his bedroom door quietly, even though he knew the sound would never be enough to wake Yoongi up. He'd created a whole plan, one that would give them both enough time to eat and walk to school together without having to rush.

First, he would head to the kitchen and get started on Yoongi's pancakes. If it was anything like the last two days, the sweet scent would eventually reach Hoseok's bedroom, and Yoongi would come rushing down the stairs with the cutest smile on his face.

After they'd finished eating, the two of them would head back up to his room to get their school uniforms on, and Hoseok would resist the urge to push Yoongi back onto the bed and attack him with more kisses (which so far had been unsuccessful).  He'd comb Yoongi's hair, which apparently was very soothing for him, and then they'd be on their way to school, hand- in- hand. It was really quite simple.

"Sooo, you wanna tell me who that guy is sleeping in your bed?"

And not even half-way through his box of pancake batter, his plan was ruined.

"Dawon what the fuck?!"

Hoseok's spatula fell out of his hands and clattered onto the kitchen tile when he turned around to find his older sister sitting at the dining table, dressed in pajamas and a smug grin on her face.

"What, did Mom and Dad not tell you I was coming home for the week?"

"No, Dawon, they absolutely did not, obviously!" Hoseok bent down to pick up his spatula, trying hard not to become more flustered than he already was. He didn't want to give her that satisfaction.

"Oh," she shrugged. "Well, here I am, then."

"Don't 'oh' me, Dawon," Hoseok glared at his sister, who was currently flipping through some fashion magazine and not even bothering to spare him a glance. Her long brown hair was tied back into a ponytail with a fuzzy pink scrunchy, and she was blowing on her nails as if she'd just painted them a fresh shade of lavender. "You totally knew I was clueless, didn't you?"

Hoseok caught her trying not to smile, but as soon as he'd flipped Yoongi's pancake over with his spatula, Dawon couldn't help but burst into laughter.