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Distraction♛(vhope)

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The smell of fried rice wafting through the open bedroom door tempts Hoseok out of his sleep. His eyes open slowly, sight blurred and eyelids heavy. The other side of the double bed is empty; the quilt halfway down the bed and the pillow still slightly dented. Hoseok sits up slowly, wincing as he feels how achy his joints are. He leans against the headboard, glancing at the cup of coffee sat there waiting for him on his bedside table. He smiles softly, knowing that Taehyung probably got up a little earlier to brew the coffee for him. A hesitant sip confirms that's it made just the way he likes it; slightly milky with enough sugar to keep him going throughout the morning.

After finishing his coffee, and a glance at the clock, he decides to go find Taehyung. Checking the kitchen first, he finds a bowl of steaming rice sat on the table waiting for him, along with chopsticks lying next to it. He grins, he knows he'll have time to eat it later after finding Taehyung.

He finds him standing in front of the bathroom mirror, smoothing shaving cream over his chin and up his jaw line; razor lying in the empty sink until he's ready to use it. He's wearing a pair of black boxers - Hoseok's boxers that he always steals - because they cling to the top of his toned thighs and hug his ass in all the right places. Hoseok's almost jealous, shamelessly staring at Taehyung's ass while Taehyung knowingly watches him through the bathroom mirror.

"Good morning," Taehyung greets, a smirk threatening to take over his face as he sees Hoseok jump a little.

"Mornin'," Hoseok replies, voice slightly dry and croaky from not having spoken after a long sleep.

Taehyung picks up the razor, gliding it effortlessly against the skin and tilting his head back even more. He hasn't put on his shirt yet, his work clothes are still folded neatly on top of the toilet seat lid. Hoseok sees his favourite colour tie amongst the pile of clothes - a deep maroon - and he remembers how good it looks against Taehyung's skin. The deep brown contrasting with the pale expanse of skin. He feels something begin to bubble at the pit of his stomach, and suddenly standing there in only a pair of loose white boxers seems a little too much .

He hears the sound of the tap being turned on and water gushing into the sink so Taehyung can wash off the shaving cream on his razor.

His eyes scan Taehyung's back, focusing a little longer on the burning red scratch marks which make their way over his shoulder blades. His lips twitch, mind rewinding back to the events of last night. Taehyung had been needy and whiny, begging for more and harder as Hoseok dug his fingernails into his skin, dragging them down unbearably slow until Taehyung finally came. He feels a little bit bad, but he knows that Taehyung often welcomes this kind of stuff, yet seeing the harsh red marks that litter his body makes Hoseok's throat tighten a little.

Taehyung clears his throat, finished shaving his face, and meets Hoseok's gaze through the mirror again.

"They don't hurt." Taehyung says softly, grabbing a towel and patting his face dry.

In a few steps, Hoseok's pressing his chest to Taehyung's back, hands automatically placing themselves low on Taehyung's hips, just above the waistband of the boxers. He nuzzles into the crook of Taehyung's neck, pressing a few kisses onto the soft skin.

"You're extremely distracting this morning." Taehyung laughs, trying to shrug Hoseok off him so he can get dressed for work.

Taehyung is usually sluggish in the mornings, having more than once dropped something on his foot or cut himself with his razor, but this morning his eyes are bright and his mouth wide in a smile. Hoseok feels his heart flutter slightly as he watches this through the mirror. Taehyung lifts up his hand and presses two fingers in between Hoseok's eyebrows, and playfully pushes him away.