yoonseok (pt 2)

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MY FLOWER BOY

- a fluff series dedicated to yoongi and hoseok; based off this piece of fan art

Hoseok hums in content, loving the feel of Yoongi's cold fingers carding through his hair ever so slowly, the boy purposely tugging at the now faded red locks before diving back in

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Hoseok hums in content, loving the feel of Yoongi's cold fingers carding through his hair ever so slowly, the boy purposely tugging at the now faded red locks before diving back in. Yoongi can only chuckle softly, smiling fondly down at the boy who looks half asleep with his cheek squished up against Yoongi's thigh.

The boy had adorably asked if he could use Yoongi's lap as a pillow, the older doubting he'll ever regret saying yes, his heart fluttering in the most deliciously addictive way.

In the few weeks that have passed since Hoseok's destined arrival, the house feels a lot less suffocating. Yoongi can finally walk around his home with a smile on his face, knowing that his dimpled friend is waiting for him behind one of the many doors. It's an odd feeling but as weird as it may be, Yoongi never wants to let it go, choosing to embrace it for as long as humanly possible.

Aside from feeling like a different, more optimistic person, Yoongi's beyond grateful to say that Hoseok's living up to his purpose of being here. The boy craves Yoongi's attention, curling up into his side whenever possible, holding his hand when he feels like it and listening to all of the stories the older has to tell. But that's all it's gotten to; gestures that are nothing but platonic.

Yoongi feels conflicted by this, his heart wanting love and affection.

But he's afraid he'll scare Hoseok away with his sudden confession and not to mention the time frame in which they've known each other in is incredibly short.

His smile becomes a little less positive, dipping into a nervous frown. His gaze leaves Hoseok's face and moves to the view he has from outside his house, tears burning the backs of his eyes.

"Just give it time, Yoongi-ah," he whispers, sniffling quietly as he goes back to playing with Hoseok's hair, "everything happens for a reason."

He must've fallen asleep himself, his mind going blank and breathing going steady. However, his lack of movement wakes up Hoseok, the younger groaning as he peeks open an eye. His scowl immediately softens upon sight of Yoongi's pouted lips and closed eyes.

Laughing to himself, he lightly brushes Yoongi's dark bangs out of his eyes and sighs, fully awake but not wanting to move, his view of Yoongi's face just perfect. The boy is really cute, Hoseok gives him that, Yoongi's smile managing to make his heart pound like he's just run a marathon. Not to mention, his adorably deep laugh sends shivers down Hoseok's spine while simultaneously giving him butterflies.

He's glad he got sent to Yoongi, certain that no-one would treat him better than the quiet boy sleeping peacefully above him.

Hoseok immediately gasps, attempting to sit up to move Yoongi to a more comfortable position to avoid muscle pain but something weighs him down. He furrows his brows together, glancing down in curiosity. Much to his surprise, Yoongi's milky white arm is thrown across his waist, holding him in case he were to roll and fall to the floor.

Biting back a smile, he reluctantly removes Yoongi's arm from his body and sits up, catching the boy before he fell onto his side. Sighing heavily, he manoeuvres himself and then Yoongi, resting the older's head comfortably onto his shoulder. Almost instinctively, Yoongi cuddles into Hoseok's warmth, his small hands wrapping around Hoseok's arm.

"Holy shit," the younger breathes out, cheeks aflame from how much that small action just affected his ability to function. Shaking his head, he grabs the remote from the edge of the couch and plays a movie, making sure it's quiet so it won't wake Yoongi up.

*

Yoongi stirs to the sound of distant singing, the voice melodic but not perfect. Wincing at the light hitting his eyes, he sits up, groggily rubbing his balled up hands against his now burning eyes.

"Oh, shoot. Sorry, Yoongs. Want me to turn the light off?" Hoseok calls from somewhere that's not beside him, the sound of his feet hitting the floor as he rushes into the lounge becoming noticeable.

"No, that's okay," Yoongi reassures, standing with a stretch. Hoseok nods, going to head back to what he was doing when Yoongi catches his arm.

"What's that smell?"

Smiling brightly, Hoseok takes advantage of the situation and twists his hand into Yoongi's, intertwining their fingers. "I'm making us dinner because you fell asleep and I was hungry. Hope you like pasta!"

Yoongi smiles, any trace of his sleepiness gone at the mention of his favourite dish. "Are you kidding me? Of course, I love pasta!"

Hoseok giggles, feeling pleased with himself for making a good choice.

"Do you need any help?" Yoongi asks next, immediately heading over to the counter to finish chopping the tomatoes that Hoseok had started. Chuckling, the younger goes to stand behind Yoongi, throwing an arm across his shoulder, his hand resting on Yoongi's chest. His head lands on Yoongi's shoulder, a lazy smile blooming on his face.

"You could do that, I guess," he whispers, noticing the way that the hairs on the back of Yoongi's neck stand.

All is silent, not even Yoongi's slow chopping managing to break the tranquility. Yoongi focuses on chopping so he doesn't overthink Hoseok's actions, said man using this as an opportunity to admire Yoongi's raw beauty.

"You're gorgeous," Hoseok mumbles lazily, using his other hand to caress Yoongi's cheek.

"And so are you," is the awkward reply that comes shortly after, Yoongi's heart beating too hard for it to be safe.

"Thanks. Seriously though, you're a stunning person. I just love every little thing about you and I know it sound weird considering we don't know each other but I feel like you wouldn't be the type of person to ju—hmph—"

Yoongi cups Hoseok's face and brings him in for a kiss, his hands soon moving to cup the younger's nape to hold him in place. Hoseok smiles into the kiss, soon taking charge as he walks  Yoongi back until his back hits the countertop. Finally, the pull away, breathing heavily and cheeks flushed.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't —"

"No," Hoseok pouts, pecking Yoongi on the lips a good three times before continuing, "Don't ever apologise for doing that ever again. I loved it, Yoongi. Heck, I think I'm starting to love you."

Yoongi chokes on air, grinning giddily once he manages to catch his breath. "Really?"

"Really," Hoseok smirks.

"Then I think I'm starting to love you too." Yoongi leans up to peck Hoseok's cheeks, then nose and finally the lips, the way Hoseok's hands squeeze onto his hips signifying that this kiss might last longer than the first.

And honestly, he's okay with that.

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