Hoseok heard the door creak open and the soft shuffle of socked feet on the floor. He pretended to be asleep, even knowing it wouldn't work.
"Hobi Hobi," came a loud whisper from the side of his bed.
Hoseok sighed lightly and rolled over.
"Yeah baby Hobi's here, what is it?" Hoseok murmured in his deep half asleep voice.
"I got scared," Jimin mumbled, looking at his feet.
Hoseok forced his eyes open. Jimin was wearing black gym shorts, pink socks, and no shirt, his teddy bear grasped in one of his hands, the other one hanging limply at his side. His dirty blond hair was sticking in every direction, his face puffy and lips pouted so cutely Hoseok could never say no. He groaned softly and scooted over, holding his covers up for Jimin to climb under.
"C'mere then baby, come snuggle with Hobi." Jimin grinned and scrambled into the bed, scooting up close to Hoseok.
"What is the rule about Teddy in Hobi hyungie's bed baby?" Hoseok grumbled when the bear's nose poked him in the eye.
"Oh!" Jimin exclaimed, quickly sitting up.
He gave his bear a kiss on the tip of its nose before setting it carefully at the foot of the bed to sleep, then he laid back down next to Hoseok.
"Night night Hobi Hobi," he whispered loudly.
"Night night Jiminie," Hoseok replied, closing his eyes again.
The room was silent for a moment, all that could be heard were Namjoon's deep snores from the other bed and Jimin shifting lightly next to Hoseok. He rolled onto one side. Then he rolled onto the other side. Then he flopped onto his back. Hoseok sighed.
"Jiminie baby. What's the matter."
"Can't sleep," Jimin whined, rolling to face Hoseok again.
"How come baby?" Hoseok whispered, opening his eyes.
"Hobi is sleepy." Jimin pouted and scooted closer to Hoseok.
"Kisses?" He asked hopefully, his eyes wide like a puppy in the dark room, a tiny bit of moonlight filtering through the window to reflect on them.
Hoseok wanted to say no. He was tired, he was half asleep. And he always felt a weird guilt eating at his stomach when he kissed Jiminie, because they never did it out of little space. But...Jimin's lips were so plump and so sweet. He was soft all over and Hoseok loved to hold him and touch him and when he looked at him like that...he could really never say no.
"Okay baby," he whispered.
Jimin grinned widely and then hurried in, pressing his lips sloppily to Hoseok's. He had asked before kissing but he didn't ask before touching as his hands slipped under Hoseok's shirt, tracing the familiar lines of his abs and pecs, his fingers gently brushing over the older boy's nipples. Hoseok exhaled heavily through his nose as Jimin kissed him, a shiver running through his body.
"Jimin - wait, don't," he whispered, breaking the kiss and grasping Jimin's hands. The boy frowned and pulled back, looking at him.
"What's the matter hyungie?" He asked.
"I thought Hobi Hobi liked Jiminie touching," he pouted, blinking quickly, his eyes tearing up.
"No - no baby I do I just..." Hoseok sighed.
"You don't have to touch hyungie."
Jimin's brow furrowed in confusion.
"But I wanna," he replied.
