I've Fallen for Us (A Vhope fanfic)

Marks

"So what really happened?" Hoseok asks, making a face as we arrive back at the dorm. Yoongi's game took longer then we thought it would, so we're all exhausted, especially Yoongi, who Jimin had carried to the dorm and ignored his protests.

"Let me take care of you hyung" was all Jimin said to Yoongi after he repeatedly said no I don't want to be carried. He shut up after that, going limp in his arms, face snuggled into Jimins neck. No one else knows the real reason why Yoongi always refuses to let people carry him but me.

"I'm not fragile! I can walk on my own!" Is always what he yells when any of us, mainly Jimin, try to carry him after his games.

The real reason is because Yoongi has a fear of falling. Even if he's only a little off the ground, he's still terrified. Usually when Jimin picks him up unexpectedly, Yoongi doesn't have time to protest. He clings to him like a baby koala clings to a tree, Like it's life depends on it. Clings to Jimin like he's the only thing in the world, only person, that he needs, that he'll ever want.

Jimin carries him lovingly to his room, most likely then spending the night with him after long games, to take care of the poor, exhausted boy. Yoongi feels like he's a burden most of the time, but I know the truth. I know that Jimin loves Yoongi, and that he's no burden to him whatsoever.

Damn Jungkook. He had to go calling Hobi at work all frantic. Hobi is a nickname that I call Hoseok, because he's always so hopeful and smiling and just, hope. He's my hope. Everytime I'm upset, or in a bad mood he knows how to turn that off and make me happier then ever, with the smallest smile, wink of just the simplest touch.

"Nothing happened." I say, climbing into bed. I don't see what he does next, but suddenly he's laying next to me, arms around my waist with his face pressed into my nape, sighing contently. I can feel his hot breath agains my skin, which sends shivers down my spine. I can't see anything in the dark, can only feel and hear what's going on.

"I know something's going on Tae- ah..." he whispers, his deep voice close to my ear as he caresses my left hip. I'm laying on my side facing the wall, Hoseok pressed up against me.

Somethings..... going on?

I almost forget what we're talking about, to focused on his warm hands running over my body. He doesn't know how long I've been waiting for him to touch me like this, doesn't know how much my body craves him. But he likes someone else, I remind myself sourly in my head, bringing me back to reality.

"Hobi we need to sleep" I grumble to him, trying to hold in a cough as the gravely hot sand still lingers in parts of my lungs. That's the only way I can describe it. Hot, gravely sand that will keep pouring and filling my lungs until I can't breath anymore. It's not solid however, it's liquidity, globs of warm sharp pain that doesn't ever really go away, along with the pain I have in my lower back, which is being suppressed because of his warmth.

"I need to know what happened" He whispers simply, hand resting draped on my hip, fiddling with the draw string on my sweat pants, dangerously close to the heat in my pants, which I hope he can't notice.

"Nothing... hap....pened..." I say gulping as his hands mess with my boxers waist line, which is poking up over my sweats.

"You don't sound to sure of that" He says, pressing his lips lightly to my neck.

"What are you...?"

"Shh. Sleep now. I'll find out what happened in the morning" He says, pulling me impossibly closer to him, almost suffocatingly so.

I lay with his chest rising and falling against my back, silently hoping that he can't hear my heart beating out of my chest.

I slowly start to roll over, carefully moving his arm while trying not to wake him up. The room is pitch black, my eyes adjusted enough to see his face half an inch from mine. I hold my breath and try not to move, his cold breath hitting my lips, sending a chill down my spine. I shiver and put my hand on his hips, pulling him closer to me so that our mouthed are only a few centimeters apart. I can almost feel his soft pink lips against my own. His body is pressed tightly against mine, back lightly resting on my ass, chest rising and falling shallowly.