DESK MATES ✔|SOPE|Yoonseok

49. Hoseok's Petty Side (part 2)

Yoongi's bedroom was exactly what Hoseok had expected it to be-- cute, tiny, and a little bit scary all at the same time.

In fact, the room reflected Yoongi so perfectly that Hoseok instantly fell in love with it. There were pieces of his boyfriend in every corner, all the way from the cartoon and anime posters on his walls to the glow in the dark stars all over his ceiling. Hoseok was guessing that Yoongi had panicked and stuck them up there himself one day since he couldn't handle sleeping in the dark.

And then there was his boyfriend, wrapped under a black comforter and almost laying still enough to be lifeless. He wasn't asleep; Yoongi could try to fool him all he wanted, but Hoseok had slept next to him enough times to know that wasn't how he slept at all. Instead, it was more like Yoongi couldn't stop moving unless he was snuggled up against Hoseok.

Namjoon might have failed miserably at trying to get him out, but boyfriends could do things that best friends couldn't-- like hop in Yoongi's bed and shower him with all of his love.

If there was one thing Hoseok had learned about Yoongi, it was that most of his freak outs were extremely irrational, and they could usually be fixed with the right amount of hugs and kisses. Although, no matter how irrational it seemed, Hoseok still pretended that it was something serious. After all, if something was making Yoongi upset, he was going to do everything in his power to make him feel better.

Without a word, Hoseok walked himself over to Yoongi's bed and watched as his legs moved ever so slightly under the covers. It was obvious Yoongi knew someone was coming towards him— he just didn't know who.

Carefully, Hoseok lifted the covers off of him to find Yoongi laying face down, his hair sprawled out all over his pillow in a dirty-blond mess. It hadn't even been five seconds, and Hoseok already found himself internally screaming over how beautiful the color was.

"Didn't I tell you to leave me alone, Joon?" Yoongi groaned into his pillow, not even bothering to glance up at the person standing in front of him.  "I'm pretty sure my life is over right now."

Hoseok couldn't help it; he quietly started giggling, trying not to laugh too loudly at how overly dramatic Yoongi was.

"Your life is over because you look hot as fuck?"

As soon as Yoongi heard Hoseok's voice, he spun his entire body around to face him, gazing up at Hoseok like there was an intruder in the house. Hoseok took it as an invitation to sit down next to him, even if it really wasn't.

"H- how did you get in here?" Yoongi immediately sat up straight, quietly gasping for air.

"Namjoon told me to come in your room," Hoseok explained, taking both of Yoongi's hands in his to try and calm him down. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, it's okay," Yoongi said quickly, although Hoseok could tell he was still beyond nervous. Yoongi couldn't even make eye contact with him, and he could feel his hands shaking ever so slightly against his own. It was almost like when Hoseok had asked Yoongi out on a date for the first time, except now, he wasn't freaking out over cuddling at movie theatres and potential first kisses; he was freaking out over a hair color. Did it really give him that much anxiety?

"You... you look really pretty," Yoongi said quietly, still staring at his shoes and playing with Hoseok's fingers. Hoseok instantly felt his heart beating faster.

"You look even prettier, Yoongs," he told him as if it were a fact, because in Hoseok's opinion, it  wasn't even up for debate; Yoongi was wearing the most gorgeous striped sweater he'd ever seen, and there were even hints of actual color on it. But underneath all of that, he was wearing a black tank-top that hugged his toned chest perfectly, and the holes of his sweater exposed just how beautiful his arms and shoulders were. Normally, Hoseok only got to see these things during very intimate moments, but now Yoongi was showing his figure off for the whole world to see.