Best of Me

Chapter 51: I'll Show You

Yoongi awoke to the feeling of warm lips pressed against his forehead. They lingered, the scent of laundry detergent and baby powder touching his nose like a dream. The feeling of a bed beneath his tired body and the feeling of soft breath tickling his neck stirred him further from sleep.

He was sure he felt a hand combing through the tendrils of his black hair, and the small hand that was clasping at the white tee that was actually Jeongguk's. Everything felt so warm. A little strange.

He had gotten so use to his tiny little twin sized bed and frayed comforters since he was too lazy to go out and by himself different ones. Jimin always complained to him about it but he didn't really care.

Now, the comforters hung on his frame, the feeling of being surrounded again was almost overwhelming, but the other part of him relished it. Craved it like addict since Jeongguk's fingers trailed through his hair.

Little Minjun was sleeping between them, as if he was three years old again and back in their old apartment. The difference was his size and his thumb wasn't wrapped between his lips. It made him ached more because what remained the same was the way he seemed so content there.

Fluttering his eyes open, he stared into a pair of brown eyes that widened as they caught his own. Jeongguk's breathe hitched in his throat, hand still tangled within Yoongi's tangled locks and his face bare and still slightly puffy from sleep.

His cheeks instantly turned pink, jerking his hand back and Yoongi felt as if he was back in that dance room with the shy freshman. A lazy smile touched his face.

"There's my shy boy," he mumbled lowly, sure that his words came out more incoherent than usual from sleep. He didn't really care much, staring into the bright red cheeks of the other and the way he glanced away.

Jeongguk didn't answer verbally- Yoongi believed that he knew he couldn't hear him anyways- but instead offered that bright bunny smile that showed his teeth, crinkled his eyes, and his nose twitched.

Unable to stop himself, Yoongi reached up to touch his cheek. It felt so warm under his palm and he wondered if he was dreaming. It wouldn't be the first time, but this felt too real. The way he nuzzled his palm and his hot breathe touched his wrist. Hot and somewhat damp as his lips skimmed his flesh.

Yoongi exhaled shakily, eyes closing as he enjoyed the feeling as Jeongguk's hand returned to touching his face. He opened his eyes, locking his eyes on the sparkling brown that glimmered with so many emotions it was a wonder.

Jeongguk offered a sad smile, pulling away with a look of shame on his face as he sat back. Yoongi frowned, leaning closer as he grabbed Jeongguk's hand. The other stared at him, a look of surprise on his features.

Without a word, Yoongi pulled him back down and placed his hand in his hair. Jeongguk's eyes widened as Yoongi offered a lazy smirk. For a moment, he hesitated before he leaned down and pressed a chaste, messy kiss to his lips.

God, Yoongi had missed this. The feeling, the disgusting morning breathes that tangled to create something horribly beautiful in it's own intimate way. The lazy morning hands that trailed lightly over arms and fingers that tingled.

He felt someone shift between him and he almost started crying again as he saw Minjun yawn when he woke, his eyes looking up and bright grin on his face as he locked eyes with Yoongi. The older man leaned forward, peppering his face with kisses.

He was sure that Minjun was giggling, could feel the vibrations reverberating through his tiny body, and it made him grin as he pulled back to touch his nose. The silence didn't feel nearly as deafening, as lonely, as Minjun threw his arms around him.