LATE NIGHTS & WARM HUGS (MYG/JHS)

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"hyung, what are you doing?"

yoongi has been acting pretty strange lately- a little clingier, a lot cuter actually- not that it bothers hoseok, but the thing is, the older man is tucking himself in his bed, covered in his blanket, and cuddling with his pillows.

hoseok isn't that picky of a person, he's just slightly overwhelmed.

"getting ready for bed." the shorter boy retorted, as he turns the other way, closing his eyes with a sigh.

"but that's my bed." hoseok says, pouting as he nudges yoongi's back with a weak kick.

yoongi swore he can see his pink pouting lips (probably a little triangular looking by then) as he spoke and he's not even looking at the sunshine boy, just because he can't, he's too embarrassed to admit his cuddle cravings to himself. oh damn. nothing new, though.

"okay then, getting ready on your bed." fuck. great job, yoongi. he didn't mean to say that, his mouth just happens to translate things (note: really fucking) differently compared to what his mind wants to portray.

"what happened to yours though?" hoseok asks, walking towards the shorter male.

of course, yoongi has his own bed because duh? but it'll be too much of a plague to admit his intentions and so, the pale man came prepared with a pathetic excuse. "uh, well, i accidentally spilt coffee on the sheets so..." yoongi scratches the back of his ear.

"let's get it changed then."

"it's late, dude. let a tired man sleep." he complains. hoseok could only sigh and nod in defeat. he sat on the edge of his bed, looking over his hyung.

yoongi slightly feels bad now.

sensing the weight on the other side of the bed, yoongi peeks through one eye, watchful to the younger's expression.

hoseok pulls half of the blanket over him, letting his frame rest on the little space left for him. "at least leave some space for me." he nudges the elder with his butt as he tries and wiggle his way under his sheets.

yoongi, of course, complies right away. he has always been a man of taking opportunities when he sees one. "thanks." the younger mutters before shutting the lonely mang lamp off.

sounds of steady breathing filled the silent air, both pairs of eyes shut but neither was truly asleep. hoseok is still wiggling around, trying to adjust unto a convenient position whilst yoongi lies there, completely motionless.

it's kinda unfair actually, jung hoseok probably has no idea of what the fuck goes on yoongi's chaotic pining and man just has to sit there (or lay there) like a rock whilst hoping that someday his clogged emotional faucet will work.

yoongi felt like his heart was pounding to the walls of his chest, it was driving him insane.

his breath hitched, he couldn't help it anymore, it has to be done. it'll only take a few bottles of soju to forget if he ever fails.

"jung, it's extremely cold," he whispers silently, half hoping that the other didn't notice, for it was indeed an awful attempt of cuddling.

"i'll turn the ac do-"

"no."

though left slightly confused, hoseok covers the elder with more of the blanket's warmth, leaving less for himself. why is hoseok so beautiful like this? "you can take them, the cold never bothered me anyway." holy shit. hoseok is heck of a delight.

yoongi just decides to let it go and accept his failure because again, it'll only take a few bottles of soju to drown himself anyway.

"fucking dumbass." what yoongi said isn't meant for hoseok, it was for himself and his dysfunctional use of words, so much for a songwriter, it seems.

"cursing is bad, hyung."