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Yoongi likes darkness. He likes sleeping too. So when his peaceful dreamless sleep has been interrupted by the glaring daylight, he couldn’t say that he was the happiest man in the world.
“Rise and shine, my beloved sloth!” a voice came from somewhere outside his black dreams and he groans. Hoseok pulled the curtains aside, he was sure of that. The traitor. “Your slumber was long enough to be considered a coma. I was starting to get a little worried.”
He didn’t sleep that much, actually. He just fell asleep at the crack of dawn because he couldn’t close his eyes.
How could he when there was such a wonderful masterpiece snoozing right next to him?
He watched ceaselessly Hoseok’s profile. His eyes were glued to his face, taking in the perfectly sculpted features, his tanned smooth skin, the little pimple on his right cheek, his mouth opened slightly, showing a glimpse of his straight white teeth.
He couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to witness such a wonderful sight, nevertheless having this angelic flower as his husband. Mean and cold people usually don’t get happy lives, but Yoongi was the exception.
His eventual soft snores were a beautiful harmony, the rising and falling of his chest better than any movie and the trickle of saliva from his mouth was cute too. Yoongi never imagined he would think that about saliva before, but oh well, everything about Hoseok was cute and precious.
His heart hitched every time he moved in his sleep or grumbled nonsense. It was like looking at a dog licking a little kitty. The cutest thing ever. Hoseok was a kitty.
He didn’t even realize how the hours have passed, but suddenly the soft hues of orange bled through the slit of the curtains and all he could think about was that he would fight anyone to keep his little kitty safe and sound.
He would fight a killer. He would fight a dragon. He would fight the freaking sun if it meant that his husband’s smile would remain intact.
He was the definition of beauty and kindness. The definition of trust and love. The definition of Yoongi’s dreams. He was fascinating. Breathing art.
After a few more minutes of mesmerizing at his supremely handsome husband, Yoongi snuggled close to his chest and fell asleep. It was warm and comfortable and all he ever wished for.
But now he could hear Hoseok’s steps as he approached their bed. He didn’t want to open his eyes, still clinging to the remains of sleep, but they vanished as soon as he grasped them with his mind. Everyone is against him in this morning it seems.
The mattress sagged as Hoseok sat down on it and Yoongi rolled onto the other side, even if it meant that the rays of sunshine would mercilessly stab his lids. Hoseok was brighter anyway.
“C’mon, get up baby,” he said in a soft voice as he rubbed circles on his back.
Yoongi didn’t want to. It was impossible to open his eyes and his body felt so heavy he could fall right through his bed and floor and the earth’s crust into the middle of hell.
Hoseok’s voice was usually nice. It was like angels singing, but right now the angels in Hoseok’s voice apparently caught a cold because it was drilling holes in his brain and it made his head ache.
Don’t get him wrong. Yoongi was a really sensible person, so when his lovely link with his much awaited sleep was brutally severed by his husband, well, let’s just say that strong love could coexist along with hatred. And criminal tendencies.
He loved him deeply, Hoseok was his little fluffy kitty, but in that moment Yoongi felt a rather powerful desire to strangle his fluffy little kitty.
And if he continued, he could muster other not so nice ways in which to murder his soft hearted kitten. He could get creative. So creative that the devil would sit in the corner taking notes.
“I made you pancakes, you lazy sunshine.” He suddenly became aware of the smell of pancakes. His eyes opened a second later and he yanked the warm covers off him and turned around to sniff the delicious waft of the breakfast.
And there they were. Pancakes. Those blessed things which could wake the dead with their wondrous smell. Not even Jesus could resist this temptation.
“I love you,” he said as he turned his hungry stare to his smiling husband. He looked so fresh and light. Yoongi cannot comprehend how people can actually look like this in the morning.
He just knows that right now his hair can be mistaken for a bird’s nest, his skin bleached and a stark contrast between it and the dark bags under his eyes, his eyes puffy and his lips chapped.
“Do I deserve a kiss for being such a caring husband?” he asked with a cocky smile and leaned forward to peck his lips.
“You deserve a thousand kisses just for existing,” Yoongi says against his lips.
“My love,” Hoseok breathed out, his tone low and caring. His dark eyes stared right into his, caressing his soul with their loving gaze. “Your breath could kill a dinosaur right now.”
“Lucky they’re all dead anyway,” he retorted with a lazy smile, not moving his face just to give his husband more of his killing breath. Everyone has morning breath. And he deserved it for waking him up.
Hoseok distanced himself from him and took a large intake of fresh air, eyes closed to savor the nonexistent smell of non-toxic air.
“Wait here babe,” Hoseok said as he got up to cross the bedroom towards their bathroom. “I’m going to save the world from air poisoning.”
Yoongi grumbled a curse and eyed the pancakes and orange juice. Just as he took the glass of orange juice in hand, his husband emerged from the bathroom with Yoongi’s toothbrush in his hand. It had a blob of toothpaste on it and Yoongi groaned again.
“No,” he said.
“Oh, yes my love,” he answered with a nod. “Put that glass down for a second. I don’t want you to spill it on our sheets.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. “Or to splash me with orange juice,” he added as an afterthought.
Yoongi gaped. Was he reading his mind? This was exactly what he was thinking about.
He took advantage of his slightly opened mouth and pushed the brush into his mouth to start brushing his teeth.
“I can do it myself,” Yoongi said as he jerked his head backwards and grabbed at his hand to take his toothbrush.
Hoseok shook his head. “I don’t trust you. I really don’t want you to stab me in the eye with your toothbrush.”
Ha! He knew it! That was sorcery right there. There was literally no other way he would know what was going through his mind, even though they have been married for more than ten years.
Hoeseok resumed brushing his teeth. Yoongi let him just because homicide wasn’t on his to-do list for today.
He hummed under his breath as he took a napkin from the tray to wipe the froth dribbling to his chin to avoid staining the sheets. He finished in no time.
He put the toothbrush on the tray and looked at Yoongi.
“Well, I guess you have to get out of bed and rinse your mouth now,” he shrugged.
Yoongi didn’t want to. Especially when pancakes were right next to him. And the bed was so warm and comfortable he could just grow roots from his ass and plant himself exactly in that spot.
He looked at Hoseok and swallowed the froth.
Hoseok scrunched his face in a disgusted expression and opened his mouth to say something. Yoongi cut him off.
“I swallowed worse.”
Hoseok shut his mouth. It was true.
He still had the glass of orange juice in his hand, so he finally took a sip of it. A big sip. Okay, is was a mouthful, but this time he couldn’t bring himself to swallow.
It tasted like ass. No, Yoongi would much prefer eating ass any day instead of this, thank you very much.
It was the worst taste in the entire world! Way worse than all vegetables combined, worse than his drunk cooking, worse than ancient shit covered in dust. It was like eating rotten flesh.
It was so bad he could’ve just died right there.
He spit the orange juice on Hoseok’s side of bed. He started coughing and scratching at his neck because oh god, why does that horrendous taste have to linger?!
“Huh, I thought you knew that toothpaste doesn’t go well with orange juice,” he said with a nonchalant shrug as Yoongi was coughing his lungs out right in front of him. “There, there,” he cooed as he patted his back, mustering the bare minimum of empathy.
His touch made Yoongi feel like perhaps he wasn’t going to die and he slowly calmed himself down. After that, he slumped into the bed and brought his hand up to wipe at his wet eyes.
“Looks like you’re changing the sheets today,” he heard his husband say.
“I had to change them anyway,” he croaked and he got up to a sitting position again. He watched Hoseok’s expression shift from confusion to the dawning realization when he figured out why.
“Don’t tell me you jerked off again while I was sleeping.”
Yoongi blushed.
“Y’know,” Hoseok continued, “you could’ve woken me up.”
“No, it’s alright,” he flailed his hands. “I think it was too much for one night anyway,” he continued as he smiled at the memory.
Last night they watched a horror movie. Hoseok flinched at every noise and hid his head in his husband’s chest at the scary parts. Yoongi held him tight and his eyes didn’t leave the screen one second.
He felt content with his husband held tight in his arms, so he smiled the entire movie.
“How come you’re not scared?” Hoseok had asked him at one point in which the scary music wasn’t present and the screams ceased.
“You think this is scary?” he asked with that same smug expression on his face. “ You should watch the news.”
“Yoongi?” his voice was little and fragile, as if the demons from the movie could hear it and come through the tv to drag him to hell if he dared speak any louder. “What is your biggest fear?”
Their eyes locked. Yoongi’s were full of sincerity and longing.
“Losing you.”
They kissed. Softly at first, and then the kisses became deeper, more passionate, more meaningful.
The shrill screams from the tv had been put to shame by Hoseok’s pleasure shouts.
And then they took a shower. Together.
Yoongi talked strategically about prison and what the prisoners might do in the showers once one of them drops the soap. And then he purposefully dropped their liquid soap and had to fumble after it for all of two minutes before Hoseok finally got the hint and fucked him in the shower.
“It’s never too much baby,” Hoseok said now with a lopsided smile. “I could never get enough of you.”
He took the tray with the pancakes and put it between them so they could start eating their late breakfast.
Yoongi’s heart swelled.
“I love you,” he said and he truly meant it.
Yoongi wasn’t the one to say those words easily. The only other person he said this to was his mother. And moments like this made him realize just how much he loved the other boy.
When he makes pancakes to eat them together as a late breakfast. When he kisses him goodnight. When they cuddle. When they have deep and meaningful conversations because they trust each other even with their darkest thoughts and secrets and when they have stupid discussion about why aren’t aliens invading them yet (Hoseok always says that they got scared of Yoongi’s morning breath).
“I love you too,” Hoseok said and Yoongi knows he meant it too. Even with his morning breath and grumpy self, Hoseok loves him more than anything and he’ll continue to do so for an eternity.
It was all he ever wished for.