DESK MATES ✔|SOPE|Yoonseok

62. Last Words

Sometimes, Hoseok swore his favorite thing about spending the night with Yoongi (besides actually spending the night with him) was letting him borrow his clothes the next morning.

It really didn't get any more adorable than this. Hoseok tucked Yoongi into his own bed, trying not to laugh too much as Yoongi smiled up at him in one of his very favorite sweatshirts. It was the navy blue one that he got when he and his sister went with their parents to New York for a business trip a few years ago, and now the white 'New York' lettering was a bit faded from washing it so many times. But now it was extra soft and cozy, which was exactly why Yoongi liked to steal it from him every time. Even if Yoongi was drowning in fabric and the sleeves hung off his wrists, it seemed that he really didn't care; he liked wearing oversized things anyways, especially when they happened to be from Hoseok's closet.

"There we go," he said, making sure Yoongi was tucked into his covers nice and tightly one last time. According to Google, people with fevers were supposed to keep warm, even though they were already burning hot. "You feeling cozy?"

Yoongi nodded, reaching up to quickly peck him on the lips. Hoseok had to one-up him by giving him two pecks on the cheek.

"So, Yoongi," Hoseok pulled out Yoongi's desk chair, letting himself sit down finally and rolling his way over to the bed. "What does Namjoon usually do for you when you're sick?"

Just as Yoongi opened his mouth to answer, his bedroom door slowly swung open, filling the room with a loud, obnoxious creaking noise.

Both of them turned their heads to find Kim Namjoon hunched over and gripping the walls for dear life. He hung his head as he desperately tried to catch his breath, silver hair falling into his eyes and his glasses slipping down his nose. A bag of random objects was loosely tied around his wrist, which Hoseok assumed were all for Yoongi.

"Yoongi," Namjoon gasped, finally looking up at him, "I got here as soon as I could, but the stupid train was late, and then I thought I should probably stop at Daiso and get you a few things, but it turns out they only sell cheap makeup now, so then I went to the convenience store—"

"Joon," Yoongi cut him off before he deprived himself of oxygen any further. "I'm okay, see?" He nudged his head in Hoseok's direction, a tiny smile on his lips. "My boyfriend kept me company today."

"Hm?"

Namjoon turned his head, his eyes growing wide when he noticed the other person sitting right in front of his face. Hoseok gave him his friendliest smile and a wave, although part of him still wanted to find a hole in the ground and bury himself whenever Yoongi's overprotective best friend came around.

"Oh..." Namjoon looked at the two of them, the surveying glare in his eyes making Hoseok a bit too aware of the fact that he was dating his best friend. "You invited Hobi?"

Yoongi nodded, perfectly content as he hugged his pillow tightly.

"Well... that's nice, Yoongs," Namjoon said, scratching the back of his disheveled hair. "I just wish you would've told me, otherwise I wouldn't have brought the other two..."

Other two?

Before their very eyes, Kim Seokjin and Jeon Jungkook seemed to appear out of thin air, walking up right behind Namjoon and trying to shove themselves between the doorway as well.

"Hey, Yoongi-hyung!" Jungkook waved at him over Namjoon's shoulder with a bright grin, stumbling a bit as he stood on his tip-toes to get a view of Yoongi's face.

"You havin' a good time being sick, Yoongs?" Jin wrapped an arm around Namjoon's shoulder, accidentally losing his balance when he tried to lean in closer on one leg.