Typical Summer (or not)//m.yg+j.hs

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As the morning arises, there are 2 souls. Now in every typical story there are. But there's nothing typical about this one.

It's summer. The birds are chirping. It's annoying. To Min Yoongi anyways, cause beside him a hand tugged under his waist laid his real summer. Jung Hoseok.

Yoongi turns around to face the spooning boy and looks at him for what seem like forever. He studies each detail ever so carefully. How he looks so peaceful as he sleeps, the sunlight illuminating his hair almost like a holy trinity. His bangs brush his dove shaped eyes, the caramel eyes hidden under those beautifully shaped lids. He traces his finger alongside his face stopping when coming to his mouth. He inhales. Those lips. Those lips that are his to kiss soft and plump as he sleeps almost pouting. He makes a daily reminder inside his head: Tell hoseok he is beautiful. Everyday.

And almost on cue Hoseok wakes up, eyes sleepy and almost sleep deprived. He pulls yoongi closer pulling in his scent. He smelled like those rainy days where you just want to stay. It's not a sad scent. It's a relaxing sort of calm. He buries his head deeper in the crook of yoongi's neck.