Sope One Shots

The Morning After

Yoongi opened his eyes, yawning as he looked across ashy brown floorboards. The light coming though the large bay windows didn't shine or stream, but instead bathed the living room in a soft, golden light. The sky was the lightest of blues. It must be early. Yoongi sat up and winced at the sudden, supersonic ringing in his ears. He glossed his eyes over the discarded plastic cups, pizza boxes and popcorn that littered every available surface, until his eyes came to rest on the boy sleeping deeply next to him.

Hoseok's deep, brown hair was ruffled and flecked with gold from the light coming through the window. His arm was draped over Yoongi's waist, his legs indistinguishable from Yoongu's own, so intricately were they intertwined. Yoongi brushed his hand through Hoseok's hair, delighting in the soft groan it elicited from the sleeping boy. Oh right, he thought. That's what happened last night.

The party had been intense, dark and loud. It was nothing like the chilled-out parties Namjoon usually hosted. Yoongi suspected this party had been more Jin's idea, as Joonie didn't even stick it out past midnight.

The atmosphere was electric. People were dancing on tables, dragging each other off to other rooms, singing loudly and laughing uproariously. Huddled on the sofa sat Hoseok and Yoongi. They spent the whole night there, inching closer and closer towards each other. Every joke was hilarious, every slight touch intense, every flash of the eyes took the other's breath away. And then finally, by that infallible mix of soju, atmosphere, and dumb courage, Yoongi finally bridged the last 2 centimetres between them with a kiss that inspired fireworks behind their eyes.

In the morning light Yoongi looked lovingly at Hoseok, who seemed even softer than usual. He leant down and kissed Hoseok's forehead, running his hand through his soft hair before resting it at the back of his neck. Hoseok stirred.

He blinked, looking around with blurry eyes. Yoongi thought his heart might stop. He's just too damn cute. Finally, Hoseok focussed on Yoongi and smiled.

"Good morning." He whispered.

"Good morning." Yoongi chuckled.

Hoseok snuggled into his chest and Yoongi leant against the wall, hugging the dozey Hobi. He pulled the blankets up over them both, being careful not to wake the other still-sleeping party-goers. Looking into Hoseok's deep, chocolate eyes, he never wanted the moment to end. Breath mingling together. Eyes communicating everything they wanted to say. He took Hoseok's chin in one hand and drew him to himself, kissing him deeply, the same intense energy as the night before but without the sloppiness of a drunken stupor, his arms encircling him as Hoseok slipped a hand under his shirt and around his waist. Yoongi couldn't get over the sensations, the indescribable pleasure, of Hoseok's skin on his. He was so soft, his hair in particular. He couldn't stop running his hands through it.

Hoseok had a different focus. Yoongi's collarbones. He kept running his lips over them, up to the base of Yoongi's neck, the tickle sending shivers across Yoongi's sensitive body.

"... Morning." Namjoon's deep voice interrupted them from the doorway. He leant against the frame smirking.

"There'll be plenty of time for that later. Give us a hand with the clean up now, would ya?"

Yoongi looked at Hoseok, panting slightly and flushed. He took his hand. Of course. They had all the time in the world.

(A/N This is as smutty as it's gonna get, I hope you enjoyed it, it was a little out of my comfort zone to write but surprisingly I had fun with this! Let me know what you think! Side note I had the line "save it for the morning after" from Arctic Monkeys - Teddy Picker stuck in my head the entire time I was writing this lol)