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The first thing Yoongi feels when he wakes is warmth.
Hoseok’s warmth, of course. The warmth of their bodies tangled together under the soft sheets of the bed that has always been too small for two. His arms are slung lazily around Yoongi. It’s just the remnants of the embrace they fell asleep in.
To him Hoseok has always been warm. Not just because his body seems to function as a heater, but because of who he was. His smile which can light up an entire room, his open and kind personality that welcomed everyone. Yoongi has been smitten from the moment he met Hoseok and now he woke up next to him every morning. No treasure map could have lead him to this happiness.
His eyes open for the first time ever since he woke. All he can see are pillows and blue sheets. He blinks the sleep out of his eyes and raises his head just slightly to look around. It’s their room illuminated by the dim morning lights. His gaze falls on the clothes that littered the floor, the dark sweaters bringing back memories of the previous night.
They had gone stargazing despite the light pollution and shared kisses under the dark night sky. They had talked about infinity and insignificance and the stars. Hoseok had tried to point out constellations, but the sky was almost void of them.
“It’s because they’re in your eyes,” Yoongi had said, earning him a whole lot of cringing. But that was alright, because it still made Hoseok laugh and he somewhat meant the words even if it’s cheesy.
When the night became too cold and their bodies couldn’t provide enough warmth for each other, they went back inside and almost immediately fell asleep cuddled up.
And then Yoongi woke, and he was here. Still with Hoseok and memories of dark skies watching over them. He closes his eyes again and curls closer against him.
Hoseok never sleeps with a shirt on, even when the cold of winter trespasses through the walls. Yoongi doesn’t really mind. Every morning he gets to see the faint rays of sunshine dancing across his tan skin. He gets to trace the dips of body with the tip of his fingers and rediscover his simple perfections.
The stirring of his body briefly disturbs Yoongi from his serene state of mind, but he can’t be disappointed when he notices Hoseok is awake. “Mornin’,” Hoseok’s sleepy voice mutters. Yoongi looks up and sees his eyes are open, though just barely. A tired smile plays on his lips and he closes his eyes again.
“Hey,” Yoongi rasped, sounding equally sleepy. “Slept well?”
Hoseok doesn’t respond to his words. Instead he wraps both his arms around Yoongi and pulls him so closely against him that Yoongi’s cheek is smushed against his clavicle. “Slept fantastically,” he murmurs. “You?”
Yoongi only groans. He tries to absorb as much of Hoseok’s warmth as he can. With his head so close to his chest, he can feel the resonation of his laugh. “Is that a yes?”
“Yeah,” he mutters and suddenly feels Hoseok’s fingers in his hair. His fingers twirl, braid, and comb through the soft black strands almost skilfully and Yoongi always melts whenever Hoseok plays with his hair. He can feel the vibrations of his laugh again, but ignores it for the sake of closing it out and relaxing into his touch.
This morning they don’t have to worry about blaring alarms or coffee that’s far too bitter. It’s just them, the sheets, and the sunshine seeping in past the curtains.
“Hey, love, how you feeling about pancakes later?”
Yoongi feels content.