We Run Around With Monsters Under Our Feet [m.y+j.h]

10. RISE AND SHINE.

At the bottom of a well, you never know if it is morning or night. Yet we state that when we wake it is morning, and when we sleep it is night. So by those calculations, Hoseok guessed it was morning.

It was morning.

And he was alive.

Now 20 years old and one day, the boy was shocked at how his heart beat carefully and rhythmically. His body felt heavy and his arms were numb. He tried to move but found it near impossible. Back aching, chest cold, he took a look around.

Soon realising, Hoseok saw he was lying on the floor. Concrete stone surrounding him everywhere. It was chilling him to the bone and he tried to sit up, to relieve the cold, but he couldn't move. He felt paralysed from the chest down. Worrying himself into panic he went to move an arm, only to find that was trapped and stuck against him.

He looked down to his body, only to find Yoongi.

The monster was cuddled into his chest, using him as a pillow and his body weighed down on Hoseok's arm. He tried to shift under the mass but found it near impossible. So with the arm that wasn't crushed, he moved it away from him, approaching the dilemma of where he could rest his limb.

Yoongi's hair was long, uneven bangs of midnight black that contrasted his milky skin. A somewhat human Oreo. Fringe just covering his eyes and a face set in peace. His silky hair looked unbearably smooth and it was as if Hoseok's arm had a mind of its own when it reached down to pet the hair.

He was right, the monsters hair was soft. Like patterns made from a spiders web. It was like velvet wrapping around his finger and he enjoyed carding his fingers through it. That was until his hand got stopped, his fingers no longer able to carry on their joyous journey. At first he thought it was a knot. Which was strange because the rest of his hair was so well kept. Flattening hair to the side, he made space so he could find the intrusion.

Intricate designs of swirling red, as thin as thread woven up small black bumps that were stuck into his scalp. It was delicate, so so pretty and even with a pinch would probably break. Inky mounds shaped perfectly and evenly with a shiny look like leather. It strangely looked smooth and feather light. Hoseok wondered how he had never seen them before. Carefully he traced the pattern of red swirling around the horn, checking how sharp they were as he pressed the tip of his thumb on the pointed edge.

Yoongi began to stir, a tickling sensation distracting his peaceful slumber. He whined rubbing his face upwards so he can continue feeling the soft action on his horns. His horns? His eyes shot open quicker than he's ever done anything in the morning, whimpering in his overcome fatigue state.

"Stop it, that tickles." he murmured, feeling Hoseok's chest tense under him. And the action stopped.

"I didn't know you had horns." Hoseok started, and Yoongi would have been lying if he didn't relish in the way the boy's body reverberated the sounds in deep vibrations far within him.

Yoongi shrugged in reply nuzzling back into the soft pillow.

"They're really cute."

Choking from embarrassment, Yoongi sat up. Coughing painfully as he looked towards Hoseok with eyes blown wide. "Cute! I am not cute." He sniffed, jutting his chin out defiantly.

His hair was still flattened against his head, his horns pointing out as he pouted his refusal.

Hoseok started cooing, loudly and obnoxiously. Reaching a hand out to squeeze the monsters cheeks. "You are the cutest thing in existence! Look at your little horns!" Followed by a prolonged 'aww.'