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As a busy art student, Min Yoongi accepts any chance to take a nap, he's a big fan of those. He likes sleep in general, being in a calm enough state to just travel to Dream Land and get lost in there, he really, really likes it.
What he doesn’t like though, is his roommate's annoying habit.
You see, Hoseok is a cool guy, he’s friendly, smart, super outgoing, your stereotypical social butterfly, Yoongi really doesn’t understand how the marine biology student has any time to go to parties, socialize with the college staff or just talk, he’s barely breathing with how many assignments he has to do and finish, Hoseok should be as dead inside as Yoongi is, but he always wakes up with a blinding smile that leaves Yoongi questioning more than the ‘how can he be so energetic?’ thought that never leaves his mind.
He is great, everyone knows that, but only his unfortunate roommate knows what’s beneath the nice exterior Hoseok has – emphasis on nice exterior, Yoongi spat out his coffee the first time he saw him coming back to their dorm after his dance class.
What makes Hoseok so terrible is that he’s a hugger, while he’s asleep.
Yoongi didn’t know what to do the first time he woke up – practically drowning in a pool of his own sweat – in the middle of the night to find his roommate completely asleep, hugging him as tight as humanly possible, somehow without breaking any of Yoongi’s bones. He panicked, feeling how free his chest was without his binder, then relaxed, remembering that Hoseok didn’t mind – Hyung, really, you should take it out when you’re going to sleep, I read it’s bad for you if you do leave it on!
He came out as trans the week they were introducing themselves, getting ready for the start of their college life, adapting to the new surroundings. And Yoongi, being the impulsive person he is, just blurted out ‘I’m trans, by the way’, which had Hoseok blinking hard, then staring at him. Yoongi was ready to give the good old ‘and if you don’t like it, you can suck my imaginary dick’ response when five seconds passed, but a heart-warming, very loud laugh came from Hoseok
‘I kinda knew it already, hyung, I saw your binder in the closet’ – Yoongi mentally congratulates himself on not knowing how to keep a secret – ‘one of my best friends, Park Jimin, is trans too, it’s not a new concept for me’ he finished with a wink.
Yoongi was positively interested by then.
But right now, Yoongi was positively interested in getting Hoseok very far away from him.
It happened, again. Hoseok – that could be compared to the sun because of how hot he is, talking about his appearance and his body temperature – was glued to him, one muscular leg thrown over Yoongi’s skinny ones, chubby cheek pressed against narrow shoulders – ‘Is he drooling on my shoulder? What the fuck?’ –, his situation wasn’t becoming better.
‘Hobi, Hobi, wake the fuck up’ – he shakes the sleeping boy, receiving only a grunt as a response – ‘I’m gonna choke on my own sweat if you don’t get off my bed and let me go.’
At the tone of Yoongi’s last words, Hoseok opens his eyes, glossy, filled with sleep, looking up at the other, who swallows hard.
‘Oh…’ – Hoseok’s eyes widened – ‘Oh, sorry hyung!’ – he immediately jumps away from Yoongi, his back pressed against the cold wall – ‘I know you’re not a very touchy person and that you’re not wearing your binder, so I get it that you probably felt uncomfortable with... You know’ – he moves his own hand over his flat chest quickly – ‘Really, I’m sorry!’ – Yoongi snorts.
‘Calm down, I just want you to leave my bed, I’m burning up in here’ – now it’s Hoseok who snorts.
‘Alright hyung, alright,’ – he says, getting up and going over to his own bed on the other side of the small room – ‘but when winter comes, you’ll be thanking me and my body temperature!’ – he finishes with a laugh.
Rolling his eyes, Yoongi wishes him a good night, rolls over on his now too-empty bed and closes his eyes.
Yeah, he’ll be thanking Hoseok and his body for many reasons, not only for his temperature.