LATE NIGHTS & WARM HUGS (MYG/JHS)

twenty-three | 01:36

yoongi found himself trapped between hoseok's legs as his back rests against his chest. he wasn't exactly trapped, no, he just happens to crawl against the other's embrace and he doesn't mind, because who would when the jung hoseok himself engulfs you in a monstrous hug both with his limbs and arms? yoongi apparently isn't one to talk.

the paler man completely sinks into his embrace as the younger rests his chin on top of his head, feeling his breathing against the strands of his lacks, yoongi couldn't help but wish that this moment would last him a lifetime.

and it just gets better, turns out that min yoongi is a little too thankful that the members went out for the day, leaving him and hoseok alone once more-what a very convenient coincidence.

what could go wrong at this point? it took him half an hour to build the courage to graze his hands against hoseok's but the younger seems to be very, very oblivious, as he hands the remote control to yoongi in instinct. the pale man looks at him with an unimpressed face, lips stretched into a thin line and to make things much awkward for himself, yoongi switches the channel to whatever, a rerun of spongebob flashing before his eyes.

"naruto?" hoseok questions, clearly unfamiliar with anything that relates to childhood because how on earth can a person mistake naruto as a yellow sponge? this is unbelievable.

yoongi now questions why he likes this person so much.

he throws his head back against the younger's shoulder, rubbing his nape in second-hand embarrassment.

"jung, " yoongi murmurs, tapping his clothed knees with his fingers. "can you lend a friend a hand?"

the younger looks at him with a wide smile, taking both, yes both, of yoongi's hands with his, their fingers fitting perfectly between the spaces of one another as if they're meant to be holding hands like this. hoseok's slender fingers felt perfect and his palms felt warm, in contrast to yoongi freezing hands.

it felt nice, very nice.

yoongi was suddenly reminded why he likes this happy boy so much.

"you're cute, " hoseok says, rubbing the white knuckles of yoongi's hands.

"no, " yoongi whispers weakly, snorting at the cartoon characters making dumb life choices in front of him.

"you are though."

"no." the elder continues to insist, shyly.

"you're-"

"no."

hoseok just sighs in defeat.

"you smell great hyung." he nuzzles his nose against yoongi's hair. the other hums in response, closing his eyes as he relaxes in his touch. "i thought i smell like coffee?" he sure did, and hoseok doesn't mind the smell of brewed coffee coming off him almost in a daily basis.

"you do." hoseok wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him even closer to his chest. his lips left trails of soft kisses down his pale neck, making the other's heartbeat in a faster phase though he there laid still, stagnant of anything to do.

the younger kneads circles on his slim waist through the sleek fabric of his pajamas, soft hums escaping his parted lips. the paler boy tilts his head to the side, flashing more of his skin as he melts among amorous gentle kisses. yoongi felt so good, so safe, under his simple touches- shivering through his warm lips against his skin and his soothing hands.

the sound of the television mixed with silent whispers of praises come off like sweet lullabies, lulling yoongi off to slumber, to dreamland, to a place where there is only comfort and warmth, to a daydream that is hoseok.

"hyung?" hoseok mumbles quietly, only to realize that the elder was indeed already sleeping, breathing shallow and slow, "oh well."