Come back to me [SOPE]

Chapter 11

The morning light was too bright in J-Hope's small bedroom. Two people were cramped on that old, narrow bed, wrapped together in a tangle of limbs, though only they knew how comfortable it was to sleep on such a hard mattress. Suga stirred first, the sun's rays hitting his eyes and pulling him from sleep. He rubbed his face slowly, realizing he wasn't in his own room—but J-Hope's.

He became fully aware of the arms wrapped tightly around his chest, J-Hope's steady breathing against his back. Suga turned his head just enough to see him, his ex-husband, fast asleep, looking peaceful—too peaceful. How could J-Hope sleep like a baby after everything?

Suga sighed as the events of last night replayed in his mind. That heated argument had somehow morphed into something entirely different - a steamy night - something that had both shocked and disarmed him. He still couldn't understand how it had happened.

Was it J-Hope's coaxing voice, those gentle words? Or maybe the way his hands had carefully, tenderly, held him, as if J-Hope had known exactly how to break through his defenses.

Or... could it be that Suga had wanted this all along?

The thought startled him. He didn't want to admit it, but the truth gnawed at him. Despite all his walls, his pride, his stubbornness—he still wanted J-Hope. Suga swallowed hard, unsure of how to face what came next. His heart was conflicted, his mind a storm of emotions.

Did he really still love him after everything? Or was it just the comfort of familiarity, of being held again, that had made him give in?

Suga's gaze lingered on J-Hope's sleeping face. The warmth of his arms around him felt painfully right, and yet... what did it mean for them now?

Suga's mind swirled with conflicting thoughts. Should I leave quietly? But as he contemplated the idea, he became acutely aware of the tight embrace J-Hope still had around him. It was almost ironic—last night, J-Hope had been so gentle, yet now, in sleep, he clung to Suga like he was afraid he might disappear. Is he planning to leave a bruise just by hugging me this tight? Suga thought, half-amused, half-exasperated.

Even amid the storm of emotions, Suga couldn't help but notice J-Hope's physical condition. Why is he so scrawny? His brow furrowed in concern as he studied J-Hope's form. Is he still struggling financially? He's annoyingly tall, but so freakishly lean... The thought tugged at Suga's heartstrings, a soft ache settling in his chest. Had J-Hope been pushing himself too hard, trying to manage everything alone?

Determined not to disturb him, Suga slowly turned towards J-Hope with careful, deliberate movements. He didn't want to wake him—J-Hope must have been exhausted after last night. Despite the emotional whirlwind, J-Hope had been so tender, so careful. The memory made Suga blush, especially when he noticed the state of things now. He was completely naked, his clothes neatly folded on the bedside table.

How did that happen? Suga's mind drifted back to last night, remembering their clothes scattered on the floor in the heat of the moment. Yet, somehow, J-Hope had taken the time to fold everything afterward. Such a neat freak... Suga thought, half-smiling.

And not just that—J-Hope had cleaned him up too. Suga knew J-Hope was always good with aftercare, but this level of tenderness... it felt different. A little extra care, Suga mused, feeling a strange warmth blossom in his chest.

Suga carefully raised his hand and gently traced the bridge of Jhope's nose with his thumb, as delicately as a feather. When he reached the tip of Jhope's nose, the quiet of the room was broken by Jhope's voice, "Hyung, just five more minutes... please."