We wanna be right, but always wrong Were we born to be wrong? Is life something like that?
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When Hoseok finally rouses from his unintended nap, he simply lays in absolute silence, observing the male sleeping soundly in front of him. The room was still dark. The air was still. There was no fan. Yet there was a chilly and almost unsettling atmosphere.
He lays there for a long moment and stares up at the ceiling, squinting his eyes at the darkened paint caused by the lack of light. With a sigh, he slowly turns and tilts his head, apprehending how warm he was from the embrace he was currently held in.
Hoseok's hand trembles as he lifts one up to rake through Namjoon's soft hair gently in an attempt to keep himself awake, sighing in both exhaustion and guilt. It was an odd feeling waking up in someone's arms.
It was comforting but for him, almost burdensome. He didn't want to move in fear of disturbing the male since he felt too content with their position but he needed to get up.
So he does. It's with great effort that he forces himself to straighten and carefully slip out of the arms that had been wrapped securely around his waist almost in a protective manner.
Hoseok rolls off the couch, stealthily breaking his fall by landing on the pads of his feet and palms just as he hits the floor. Using the table in front of him, he pushes himself up into a standing position and exhales.
Hoseok turns carefully and cocks his head to the side as he stares at Namjoon again, who was now unconsciously wrapping his arms around the bunched up blanket where Hoseok had been resting before.
"Namjoon?" He whispers to see if he was truly sleeping, his voice simply another breath of air.
Namjoon doesn't respond.
Hoseok leans forward in silent contemplation, studying the relaxed features of the tall male in front of him both sorrowfully yet content. Carefully using the tips of his fingers to balance himself on the cushions of the couch as he leans forward, Hoseok dips his head with the urge to do something.
He tries to press a long and careful kiss to the corner of Namjoon's mouth but he unexpectedly ends up miscalculating and the cushion dips downward without warning, their lips connecting instead.
Springing back with a low curse and rapidly beating heart, his lips slightly tingling, he holds his breath and waits for any sign of movement, but the only thing Namjoon does is purse his lips in a slight disturbance before they return to their normal state.
