would you be my baby tonight? •yoonseok•

would you be my baby

When Hoseok turns the knob and opens the door, a sequence of muffled music reaches his ears and circulates the apartment. Muted, somewhere in the apartment soft creeping piano and acoustics somberly drift throughout the vicinity.

Yoongi is notorious for cranking his favorite tracks when home alone.
Sometimes Hoseok comes home to find him swaying by himself in the middle of the living room to soft, lean drums and switching from strings in which he would watch the boy move his mellow hips to the gentle tinkling of the music.
Sometimes, ungraceful; catching a socked foot on the edge of the coffee table and tripping, but still ethereal, nonetheless. With his eyes closed, moving side to side, he always looked other-worldly. Transitioning to a new world; that of paced bass lines and swaying limbs.

Hoseok is relieved to take off his coat and tie after the long day and he drops it unceremoniously on the love seat.
He retrieves a wine bottle; tawny port, and pours one glass.
Hoseok walks down the hallway, the music gradually growing clearer. At the end of the hallway, he creaks open the door, making the sounds of the melody even louder.

"would you be mine, would you be my baby, tonight?"

In their bedroom, Yoongi is as expected; swaying loosely with melted limbs and eyelids fluttered closed.
He glides in a small circle, shifting his weight between slinking legs.

"he could be kissing my fruit punch lips in the bright sunshine"

Hoseok notices the first:

Yoongi is wearing one of Hoseok's warm coats; the kind you wear in biting, cold winds.
Hoseok's jacket canvases over Yoongi's body sloppily.
If the coat falls just at Hoseok's thighs, it threatens to spill just over Yoongi's knees.

Hoseok almost licks his lip when he sees what his tent of a coat covers.

Under the black, soft fabric of Hoseok's jacket, Yoongi is clad in a cropped white shirt and a pair of slightly sheer, slightly shiny, cream peach undies and each time the older shifts, they glimmer against light in the bedroom--

--and that's about it.

--Oh and these white ankle socks with lace and frills at the top in which he tiptoes around the carpet in.

He pushes open the door to enter the room properly.
Over the music, Hoseok's entrance goes unnoticed and Yoongi remains locked in his own mind, lolling his head to the beat once in a while.

"because I like you quite a lot, everything you got, don't you know?"

Hoseok could speak over the sound to retrieve Yoongi's attention,
but that would be too easy.

Hoseok comes behind a spinning Yoongi like a planet on its axis.

Hoseok moves quietly to Yoongi and presses one hand to the boy's waist over the jacket while balancing the wine glass in his other hand.

As expected, Yoongi jumps a bit, inhaling sharply. Not a flinch sizable enough to spill Hoseok's glass, but enough to illicit a decently shocked gasp.
Yoongi tilts his head back to Hoseok face and breathes a sigh in light relief. Hoseok feels like he's floating when he meets those pretty dark eyes.

Then, before Hoseok can even open his mouth or cock an eyebrow at Yoongi's apparel decisions, Yoongi already has such things on his mind and Hoseok can tell by the way his cheeks are building a deeper and deeper red until they almost match the glinting rose lip gloss on his lips. The same lips that Yoongi captures between his teeth to gnaw on with apprehension. Yoongi begins to squirm in Hoseok's grasp,