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5 AM -
Yoongi didn't mean to come back to the dorm at five in the morning. One minute it was barely twelve, his inspiration suddenly catching after hearing a new beat, his mind wandering to a place that he often visited in his daydreams- by the time the clock at the bottom of his screen caught his attention, it was almost four thirty.
He had blinked his eyes and stretched after saving the part that he had been working on. He was no longer surprised after coming back to reality after his sudden dives through lyrics and tempos; that had passed years ago. He had come to expect them, especially late at night. All of them were night owls, thankfully, but Yoongi sometimes felt that his insomnia was the worst of the bunch.
His mind had wandered while on the stroll back to their dorm, not even realizing that he entered it until he blinked, attention caught by Namjoon's gentle snoring from the couch. He looked over to see the younger man tucked into the corner, a book pressed between him and the small, recognizable form of Jimin laying against his side, cheek nestled into the leader's chest, the blonde's phone about to slide off to the floor.
He left them be and walked further into the apartment, passing a few rooms until he was in front of his own shared room.
He stood in the doorway silently, letting the hallway light illuminate his roommate's side, eyes sweeping over a wrinkled bed, one of his pillows on the floor. He glanced over, passed the square make shift divider bookshelf, into his own personal enclave, and he couldn't stop the small smile that curved his thin lips upwards.
Seokjin was curled up on his bed, on top of his comforter, still dressed from earlier that day- a thin, baggy, pastel sweater hiding broad shoulders and a delicate waist, light jeans clinging to long, slim legs. His hair was messy, and there was a fine flush against his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He stepped over to the side of the bed, but Seokjin's eyes flickered open, staring up at him, out of focus from exhaustion. The older man always woke up when Yoongi was trying to be quiet and sneak into bed, almost like he sensed Yoongi's presence beside him. He blinked before resting his head further against the pillow.
"Jungkook and Taehyung were hogging my bed after the movie." Seokjin's voice was deep, his ears straining to understand the words tumbling from his plump lips. The older man's arms reached in front of him, stretching, reaching for him, delicate, crooked fingers tangling into the dark fabric of his comforter. "I know it's passed our agreed two am, so hurry up and get in here already." He mumbled, refusing to reopen his eyes.
Yoongi chuckled softly, leaning forward to run his hand over a warm cheek. "I made a lot of progress, I'm sorry I'm late, hyung. I'll join you in a minute. At least take your jeans off, you're going to be uncomfortable in the morning." He ignored the rebellious murmur of 'you do it', for now.
After grabbing a tank top from his dresser, he pulled off his own t-shirt, shivering slightly. He quickly tugged on the sleeveless shirt, then toe'd off his socks. "Hyung, come on." He leaned over the bed again, gently shaking Seokjin. "No-" The older man mumbled, rolling his body away from Yoongi to face toward the wall.
Sometimes Yoongi seriously wondered how Seokjin was older than him. He set his phone down and unlocked the screen, creating enough light to see. He quickly went to turn off light in the hallway before returning to the edge of the bed.
In about an hour, the sun would begin to rise, and in another three, the whole apartment would be buzzing with energy, the shower running, the hair dryer, the television-
The only noise now between them were their soft breaths, barely distinguishable. After a moment, the younger man crawled up onto the bed, his hands automatically reaching for familiar hips. He slid his hand Seokjin's jeans button, unsnapping it, soon gliding practiced fingers over the older man's zipper. He tugged the fabric gently, thankful when Seokjin arched his hips off the bed, letting him slide the fabric down his smooth thighs.
Yoongi's eyes roamed over the exposed skin and the contrast of his dark boxer briefs, barely containing a moan, a chill running through him- his phone screen locked suddenly, casting a shadow over the quiet room.
They were both too tired for something like that. He finished pushing the jeans down to his ankles, and Seokjin kicked them the rest of the way off. Yoongi moved closer, his arm squeezing under the man's small waist and up under Seokjin's loose, light pink sweater, his fingers gently caressing the warm skin next to the older man's bellybutton.
He curled his legs slightly, and pressed his forehead against the back of Seokjin's strong shoulder. His ears picked up a faint 'goodnight', and he was soon lulled into a light sleep from the relaxing feeling of Seokjin's nimble fingers tracing the veins outlined on his forearms.
Goodnight.