Baby boy ◈ p.jm + j.hs

five » hush

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See, the sorting for rooms always goes like this; generally, there is a maknae and hyung divide, four in one room and the other three elsewhere. But when there are two beds in each room, and three rooms, things get a little muddled. Jungkook instantly claims Tae, and Namjoon and Jin are practically married- so god forbid try to separate them. So, Yoongi, Jimin and Hoseok trudge down the hall, together after lights out. Jimin walks in front, skipping happily, as the two elder follow sleepily behind.

The room is large and impressive, pale and white and clean, everything seeming a little too expensive. The layout is skilfully adorned with two double sized beds, an luxurious en suite bathroom, and the complete works. Jimin gasps in the most childlike manner and Yoongi and Hoseok simply drag their bags- including Jimin's- into the room, and slump them down.

After dropping everything down, Yoongi almost immediately spreads himself across the cream silk of one of the beds, extremities not even close to finding the edges.

Hoseok laughs, walking over to the older man. "Budge up." He speaks, making hand motions for him to roll over.

Yoongi gazes at him, face emotionless, "No."

Hoseok feels his stomach drop. He knew this was going to happen. God hates him.

As if on queue; "Hoseokie-hyung, aren't you okay with sleeping with me?" Is called out playfully, earning a curse from the elder.

Hoeeok groans, "I can't sleep with Ji-"

"Why not?" Both of the other boys say at the same time.

Yoongi makes eye contact with Hoseok, as if to make his point even clearer, "Seriously though, I'm not moving. Sleep with Jimin." Was all to be said, before his eyes were closed with finality. 

Hoseok turns around to Jimin, who is lay very neatly on one half of the other bed, his elbow propping him up.

Hoseok stares at him for a moment, taking in the boys exposed thighs, and the curve of his ass, and the way the position has ruffled up his perfect hair. He studies the boy, from bare feet up to his lips, and God forbid Hoseok feels a familiar twitch in his jeans.

"Hoseokie-hyung?" Jimin sings again, shifting a little to let his head flop down to the bed. He pouts, letting his arm swing around and pat the area of bed next to him.

Shit, Park Jimin is a fucking tease, and Hoseok knows more than anyone.

Jimins eyes glance over to Yoongi, then back to Hoseok. He notes that Yoongi isn't facing them. He probably isn't even awake still.

So Jimin, slower than ever, lets his teeth rake over his plump lip, biting down as his eyes narrow slowly. He raises his hand, letting his pointer finger out stretch as he beckons his elder with a curl of his finger, slowly, slowly, with perfect eye contact and that goddamn lip bite and fuck fuck f u c k

Hoseok simply can't cross the room quick enough, because Jimin has made it clear enough what he wants.

"We're gonna have to be quiet..." Hoseok whispers, lifting up the silk duvet on his side of the bed, waiting for Jimin to roll off of the other side and get under the covers before he slips in himself. Jimin nods, understanding, as he pulls the duvets up around both of them.

Jimin doesn't even hesitate his movements. He shuffles as close up to his hyung as possible, and wraps a leg around Hoseok's, hooking an arm around the older boys chest and nuzzling into his shoulder. Hoseok lets out a deep breath, feeling Jimin's knee in a place it should not be in.

"I hate you." Hoseok hums.

Jimin just sighs, his lips warm against his hyungs shoulder as he shuffles innocently, his knee grinding down on Hoseok as a result.

"Jimin-" Hoseok's hands rush down to Jimin's leg, preparing to push it away, when Jimin's fingers tangle around his wrist instead. The smaller hand moves Hoseok's palm around to his ass, where Jimin leaves it.

Hoseok inhales sharply, snapping his hand away, as he sits up. Jimin pouts up at him, brown eyes feigning hurt.

He whispers, "Okay then," before rolling over so his back was to Hoseok. Hoseok smiles; this was a game they'd always played. Turning their back to eachother was a take on childish tantrums, that both boys had always used to playfully tell the other what they wanted.

Hoseok tackles Jimin, his arm going around the smaller boy and he laughs. "Don't be so sad, Jiminie! I'm so sorry!" He speaks in a dramatic voice, making Jimin begin to giggle uncontrollably. Yoongi shifts on the other side of the large room, and both boys freeze, listening out for a string of profanities,  but none come.

Jimin giggles, rolling back over to Hoseok. He looks at the older boy, his dark eyes trained on Hoseok. Fuck it, Hoseok can't hold it in any longer.

"You have such pretty lips," he sighs, looking down at the boy. Jimin narrows his eyes, his lips parting a little, "Really?" He breathes.

"Stop teasing, Jiminie, you know exactly how I feel..." Hoseok whispers, his hand moving slowly up Jimins neck, until it was holding the back of the smaller boy's head, laced softly with his soft brown locks. The younger boy lets out a shaky breath, looking from Hoseok's eyes to his lips, as his breathing slows.

From nowhere, Jimin whimpers, "Please kiss me, hyung..."

"Nope, nope-"