𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 | tk.

TWO: 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟

This has been sitting here for like four months, completed 😃

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POSSIBLE TW:
hyper sexuality—not
meant to be arousing!!

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After an evening stuffed full with the heartiness of homemade hot chocolate and smothered with throw blankets Namjoon had fished from the very top of the linen closet, Jeongguk was undeniably at peace.

Truly, despite the ache of his skull reminding him of his recklessness from a mere few hours, there was no better way he'd rather wake up in the middle of the night then he had just then swaddled within his favorite blanket and squished between the wall and Namjoon's chest.

It was so warm like that, with a certain hot, confirmable solidity surrounding him, clenched within his fists, breathing in deep, languid puffs down the nape of his neck, and holding him ever so tightly by the dip of his waist.

Namjoon was solid, he was real; he was Jeongguk's rock and the reason the night terrors dared to turn their backs on him every night. That palm on his waist; it was the difference between waking up in a cold sweat and sleeping miraculously through the entire night till dawn.

He shuddered when a sudden chill of cool air passed over him (even beneath all that blanket), pushing himself further back against the firm plateau of Namjoon's chest while simultaneously tugging the blanket encasing his body impossibly. Jeongguk's fists intertwined in its shallow fluff as if to draw the heat into his body, to feel it in every inch of his very mortal being.

The blanket brought Jeongguk utmost comfort, inevitably, after being promptly soaked in Namjoon's scent as though it had been dipped in a mixture of his natural musk and favorite shampoo. He felt a warm flush crawl up his neck each time he pulled the fluff to his nose to inhale the comforting smell.

Namjoon hadn't thought much of it when he'd given it to scrawny, freshman-in-college Jeon Jeongguk, just kind of tossed it in his direction with a muttered "came with the clothes", and proceeded to hide away in his room as he often chose to, holed up with a stack of textbooks.

Little did he know that his roommate would form what he could pathetically consider separation anxiety when said blanket was unwillingly more than an arm's length away.

Jeongguk, even since whatever that 'bond' was had formed back in freshman year, had been embarrassed about it. Coincidentally enough, Namjoon was later the one who taught him not be humiliated by what brings you comfort.

This being said, Jeongguk was in love, and he was almost sure of it.

Hours of faint hearted research had proved his suspicions, and he was near positive Namjoon knew of it too with how he could feel his own eyes mold themselves into cartoonish hearts every time he merely got a glance of that dimpled smile.

If it weren't for Namjoon, he'd have gone entirely insane, he wouldn't have anything near the life he had now.

Unconsciously, his eyes, though fatigued, managed to flicker just briefly toward the curtain-contained window just at the foot of the bed. He'd forgotten to tie the curtains shut, much too distracted watching Namjoon struggle to conjure his specialized (they use this term sparingly) homemade hot chocolate.

That window always gave him chills. Maybe it was because of the way a dim, amber light leaked between the flaps of fabric that swayed and shivered beneath the power of the mechanical fan above, leaving leeway for Jeongguk's mind to wonder if his eyes were playing tricks on themselves.