so far away | yoonkook

later hours : 31

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jungkook doesn't turn on the switch after they've entered. moonbeams serve as their only guide and indicate what was situated where.

it was bright tonight, the moon full and the stars plenty.

when they finally reach the bed, jungkook lets go of yoongi and his hyung flops down onto the mattress with a thud, body dense from lack of rest.

his legs hang at the edge of the cushion, arms spread apart on each side and his head tilted carelessly to an extent where he has most of his neck exposed.

yoongi's taking heavy breaths, exhaling hard through his nose with his eyes closed and lips tight. he stays like that for a while, his motions limited to the rise and fall of his chest and his fingers twitching every now and then.

yoongi's close to dreaming when he feels an added weight falling over his waist, a mass that's not too heavy but oh so familiar coming contact with his abdomen and a cheek resting onto the side of his neck.

arms linger beneath him and embrace him against his back. yoongi lifts his own limbs and tighten them around jungkook's neck, chose keep his eyes shiut and feel jungkook's chest against his stomach instead.

"hyung, I think I-" his voice is hushed. yoongi interrupts with a grunt, pulling him closer, their bodies tightly compressed.

"hyung." jungkook flips them over so yoongi lay on top of him. "I can't sleep, not at this moment."

but yoongi doesn't give out further replies, just lies there with his face hidden in the juncture where jungkook's neck and shoulder meet. he's too tired to react, too tired to even lift his eyelids and definitely too tired to acknowledge jungkook's needs.

maybe they shouldn't have stayed up that long pretending to immerse themselves in dance. yoongi didn't know he'd be the one ending up with an aching back and uncooperative limbs by the end of the session.

but then again, he didn't know what kind of things staying up late with jungkook would offer. he wanted to see what the boy's mind was like when the night was dark. he wanted to find an excuse to take him dancing , too. without seeming too obvious or making a fool of himself if ever the boy rejected his simple experiments, of course.

blunt enough, he wasn't prepared to know that jungkook would be more awake now that he went pass the time he would usually be sleeping. because as yoongi tries to ignore the saccharine-filled dreams creeping up his mind, jungkook's arms loosen around his sides and his fingers find their way under yoongi's shirt.

he'd usually flinch at the foreign contact. but yoongi's too engrossed in finding sleep that he ends up being unresponsive to the way jungkook runs his thumb on the curve of his sides, him just melting even further onto the younger, his body almost like dead weight.

there should've been charges conducting his body's resistance, electric currents awakening his veins but now they're just lost in the surges of soft and silent caresses.

yoongi's dozing off when jungkook's hands slide up his chest and reach around to run his palms down his back.

he gets careless, begins grazing his lips onto the side of yoongi's neck before he pecks him there. once.
then yoongi tilts his head even more to the side and jungkook takes this is a sign that he must want another one. so jungkook kisses him again, longer this time and with more pressure. there's a quiet smack that bursts out and ricochets once it hits the wall when his lips leave yoongi's skin. he kind of likes the way it sounds and wants to hear it again.