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A loud alarm seeps its way into Seokjin’s dreams, tearing through the canvas of whatever his subconscious movie theater was rolling for him that night. There are vague images of sunflowers, a heart-shaped smile and a bunny running past the dream version of himself in the fields of yellow.
Now the sun is in form of rays, making their way through the white curtains of his room, spreading the news of morning. The music of his phone grows louder and begs of him to open up his eyes and greet the oncoming day.
Seokjin reaches out a hand and presses the snooze button, almost missing it with his fumbling fingers.
Five minutes of silence pass. Sleep starts to cuddle his soul once more.
The alarm begins again, he snoozes it. Rinse and repeat twice more.
His routine seems to annoy his next room neighbour as soft footsteps pad their way towards his room, a sigh heard from the now ajar door.
“Hyung, stop snoozing your alarm. It’s waking up everyone else that’s still asleep.” Jungkook’s words float to Seokjin’s ears, his voice still a mumble thanks to the elder’s sleepy state. Seokjin only groans in response.
The footsteps come closer, the wooden floor creaks slightly under his weight. They should hire someone to fix that age-old floor. With what money? They’ll figure it out later, they always do.
With a small bounce, the mattress dips down as Jungkook sits down next to where Seokjin is still lying down pretending to be dead to the world for a moment longer. It’s silent for a while, as if the world is giving them a minute to become.
The younger brushes away a few wild strands of hair from Seokjin’s face, a small smile forming on his lips. Once he’s satisfied with revealing the gorgeous canvas of the elder’s face, he runs a thumb across his cheek while cupping it with the rest of his fingers.
“It’s time to wake up, hyung.” Jungkook reminds him, voice still gentle.
“’m tired.” Seokjin replies as a mumble, slightly annoyed that he can’t stay in this moment forever with one of his dears softly caressing his face and eyes looking at him lovingly.
“You shouldn’t have stayed up so late, then.”
Seokjin scoffs and finally pulls himself to sit upright, a stretch making its way up his spine. “I blame Yoongi.”
The younger simply rolls his eyes and pats the sheet-covered thigh belonging to Seokjin, trying to offer some sort of sympathy in the gesture. They both know this wasn’t an actual complaint, the two oldest of the group were perfectly capable of not making out until the dead hours of morning if they so wanted to.
The thing was that they didn’t want to stop, so sleep be damned.
As Seokjin is busy trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes, small unintelligible complaints leaving his mouth, Jungkook leans in to kiss him square on the lips. It takes Seokjin by small surprise, but he quickly enough melts into it and kisses the brunet back.
The kisses are lazy and seasoned with sleep. But it’s comfortable and sweet.
A shiver travels from the tip of Seokjin’s toes to the top of his head, making him giggle into the kiss when the younger gently bites down on his lower lip.
“I thought you didn’t like kissing me this early because of the morning breath.” Seokjin brings up when Jungkook finally pulls away, gesturing to his own mouth with a finger.
“I can always brush my teeth again.” The younger grins and plants one more kiss on his boyfriend’s pouty lips. Then he jumps up from the bed and hops away before Seokjin has a chance to scold him for being such a brat.
---
Now a little behind schedule, thanks to the snoozing he forced his alarm to do, Seokjin undresses out of his pyjamas and steps into the household’s shared shower for a brisk start to his routine.
The water feels heavenly as it splashes against his tense back muscles, rolling down hot against the knots and kinks. He almost moans at the sensation, almost. He feels the last of his sleep washing off as he starts spreading soap against his skin.
About four minutes into his shower, there’s a hasty knock to the door.
The person behind the noise doesn’t give Seokjin a chance to respond before entering the steamy room without a care in the world. There’s only two people who have a habit on barging in on people in the shower, and the other one (Jungkook) had quickly left for morning classes after their impromptu kissing session. So, it was probably Taehyung this time.
“Hey hyung, I’m running real late so is it cool if I hop in to shower with you?”
Yup, Taehyung it is.
Seokjin only hums out an agreement, not too fazed by the suggestion. It happens often enough when more than one person is in a hurry and there’s only one shower in the apartment. It happens even when no one’s in a hurry, but during those times they run out of hot water thanks to things becoming a little too steamy.
More than once the person next in line for a shower ends up scolding whomever used it before them. Seokjin still remembers the time the cold water forced an icy scream out of Hoseok when he hopped under the water after Jimin and Namjoon had showered together one Tuesday evening.
The sound of clothing hitting the tiled bathroom floor and shower curtain being pulled back brings Seokjin back to the current moment. He continues massaging his scalp with his usual coconut scented shampoo, not paying much mind to the new naked body in front of him.
“Good morning, sexy.” Taehyung greets him with a touchy spin, changing their spots so the water is now hitting the younger man’s hair. The silver haired man has always been very smooth, be it with his words or with physical actions. Seokjin remembers blushing a lot when he first met Taehyung and they started flirting.
“Morning, baby.” Seokjin greets back, slowing down his shampooing since he knows it’ll be a moment longer before they switch back around again. “Did you sleep well?”
The younger nods and hums out a yeah. “I slept great until Kookie accidentally elbowed me in the face in his sleep. That hurt like a bitch. His beefy arms will be the death of me one day.”
“You say that as if it’s not a wet dream for most people.”
A breathy cackle bubbles out of Taehyung as a response, his smile as bright as the sun that was sneaking into his room when he woke up today. The younger almost drops the shampoo bottle from his hands in the middle of laughing, too distracted and hands too slippery.
As a hefty amount of shampoo foam was sitting on top of the older man’s head, he was ready to switch positions with his shower buddy. Taehyung kept fumbling with the bottle in his hand, fingers apparently still weak from sleep.
Seokjin takes this as his opportunity to spin them around again, slightly less smooth and cool than the way Taehyung did it but it’s fine. He leans his head back underneath the running water and feels foam run down his neck and back.
After running a hand through his hair to get rid of the last remains of shampoo and wiping the excess water off of his face, he finds an ogling pair of eyes watching him intently.
“What is it, babe?” Seokjin questions, feeling slightly exposed (more than he obviously would in the wet and naked situation).
Taehyung hands (read: shoves) the bottle of shampoo to him. “Can you wash my hair?”
The elder huffs out a laugh and nods as he takes the bottle into his hands, pops it open and pours some into his palm. He begins spreading the product into Taehyung’s hair, kneading it to his scalp while admiring the pretty face of the younger. Taehyung has closed his eyes, letting Seokjin’s fingers work him up and down. His lashes are impossibly long and thick, the black haired man thinks while continuing the task at hand.
Somehow the hurry they were both in seems to fade into a void far away from them and the bathroom. The steam reaching the ceiling like a cloud blurs away any responsibility they have to face once the water stops running.
Seokjin gets so lost in the moment he almost doesn’t notice that the younger’s eyes are no longer closed. Lids heavy, watching him as if there was a question burning on his tongue.
Taehyung closes the distance between them, ghosting his lips over Seokjin’s before finally pressing them flush against each other. Seokjin’s head leans back slightly, prompting the water to run down both their faces. But it doesn’t faze either of them as they simply continue kissing.
It almost feels like a secret, something hidden in the small steamy room. It’s a warm and wet secret, one that makes both their stomachs flutter with butterflies.
The younger’s lips taste like heaven, like the joy in seeing the first flowers bloom in spring and hearing children’s laughter. Like ice cream on a hot day, like the fresh breeze of a summer night, like soap. Soap.
Seokjin pulls back from the kiss as a very bitter and artificial chemical taste hits his tongue, disgusted at the feel of it.
“What’s wrong- Ow, shit-,” Taehyung begins, worried, but then his words turn into a string of curses when he feels the sting of shampoo in his eyes. “This hurts like an even bigger bitch.”
Due to a small amount of guilt and a strong sense of sympathy, Seokjin helps him rinse away the shampoo from both his head and eyes, making him even more late for work. Its okay, he assures himself and his whining lover when he apologizes for the tenth time.
---
Seventeen minutes later, Seokjin is ready by the door and struggling to put his shoes on while balancing his thermos filled with coffee he doesn’t have the privilege to drink at home today.
For some reason, his dress shoes don’t want to slide on easily this morning, as if they’re being stubborn out of spite and revenge for being stepped into a puddle with some days ago.
It had been raining, heavily. But Seokjin remembers being too distracted by the gentle sway of his and Hoseok’s connected hands to notice the giant puddle that they were approaching. He also remembers the raspy laughter ringing from the redhead as he witnessed the pout forming on Seokjin’s lips once his shoes had been drenched.
“Just fucking come on,” Seokjin curses at the shoe, a death grip now around his hot thermos. As his nerves are reaching their wits end, he picks up the shoe and loosens the thin black laces. He mutters another few dirty words under his breath.
“Bad morning, hyungie?” comes a sweet voice from the other side of the room, in the direction of the living room. Seokjin looks back towards the voice, only to find a small mess of blonde hair and pouty lips sticking out from under a yellow blanket wrapped around Jimin.
“I’m already late for work and these shoes don’t want to cooperate,” the elder mumbles while trying to open up the knot of the bow of his shoelaces, one hand still preoccupied by his coffee.
“Let me help you, love.”
Jimin pads his way to the much taller man and motions for him to hand over the shoe, so Seokjin does as told. Fingers much smaller than his own grace his knuckles as the item is traded, sending a dull tingling feeling through his arm.
It takes the younger no more than a few seconds to open up the knot and loosen the shoe so it’d slip on more comfortably. Jimin’s fingers have always been more graceful and nimble than most of the groups, despite their small size. It’s not about the size but technique, Seokjin remembers pointing out when the blonde was making nest in his bed one night.
“You look gorgeous,” Seokjin breathes, a little starstruck about how stunning someone can look even when they’d just rolled out of bed.
Jimin smiles, “So do you. You should keep your bangs swept to the side more often, it shows off your eyebrows.”
Seokjin kisses the hand that’s currently playing with his bangs, prompting a small squeak out of the younger man. Cute.
Once the hand pulls away, messy blond hair drops lower as Jimin kneels down in front of the now very late for work man. Without many words, Jimin helps Seokjin put on his shoes as if they’d never been a problem to begin with. It’s incredibly domestic, very easy and sweet in an unspoken way. It makes Seokjin smile softly out of appreciation and fondness.
Jimin always did the utmost to take care of him. Actually, Jimin did the utmost in taking care of everyone.
He always made sure Yoongi took breaks at the studio by nagging at him over the phone whenever Seokjin was too busy to check up on the writer. He always sent bouquets to Namjoon to congratulate him on another successful case when the lawyer was overseas (to be honest, Seokjin didn’t know how many flower shops were in the blonde’s contacts). He brought lots of food over to the KimMinJeon residence whenever all three of them were stressed out from work or studies, too busy to cook a proper meal by themselves.
“Did you sleep on the couch again?” Seokjin asks carefully, hoping the answer would be a no.
Jimin nods.
“You could’ve come up to mine and Yoongi’s room, you know you’re always welcome to cuddle up between us.”
“I know, love. But it sounded like the two of you were very busy swapping saliva when I walked past your room.” The younger laughs, looking too smug for his own good. “So I prompted for the couch.”
Despite the blush creeping up Seokjin’s neck, he responds, “You’re welcome to join in on that too.”
Jimin slaps the older man’s knee to hide the slight tint of pink rising to his cheeks.
Without much more words, the blonde finishes up tying Seokjin’s other shoelaces into a neat little bow. Happy with his handiwork, he rises back up to stand in front of his lover. Crooked fingers run through the messy bedhead (couch-head, in this case?), eyes staring lovingly into another two brown orbs.
“Now you’re really late to work.” Jimin speaks, some voice of reason still present in his head despite the fluffy feeling blooming in his chest.
Seokjin doesn’t seem to mind that fact at all, leaning in to press a soft peck to Jimin’s lips. The two of them both have very plump lips, making their kisses very soft and bouncy. Small kisses feel like drowning in a flowerbed of roses, hot makeouts like you’ve been underwater for a century.
Kissing Jimin is like being hit with tidal waves, short gasps made in-between as you prepare to swallow water again in the next second. A morning smooch just as intoxicating and filling.
“Love, work.” The much shorter man breathes against Seokjin’s lips, silenced by another kiss soon after. ”Hyung, please, I don’t want to be the reason you’re fired.”
“I’d give up being a king just for your affection, Jiminie.”
Jimin sighs and smiles, blinding, “How romantic. Now go to work, thy highness.” He finishes with a giggle.
Seokjin purses his lips into the biggest pout he can manage, plump lower lip quivering and puppy-eyes on duty. “I need one more kiss.”
And so he’s granted one. Soft and quick, wrapping around him like the warm yellow blanket currently around the younger.
“One more.” Seokjin demands.
Jimin obliges, one more tidal wave. One more gallon of water in his lungs, heart still yelling of thirst.
“One more.”
One more, one more, one more.
Seokjin doesn’t even realize they’re moving until he kisses the outside of his apartment’s front door, surprised when his lips meet cold wood and not soft pink skin. Kissing Jimin pulls a big yellow blanket over the rest of the world when his lips are on Seokjin’s, so it’s no wonder he hadn’t noticed Jimin gently guiding him out the door as they were kissing.
Seeing the time on his wrist surely brings him back to reality, feet quickly turning on their heel and making a sprint towards the nearest subway station. His boss was going to murder him in cold blood.
---
After a scolding, Seokjin returns to his office with a relieved sigh from finally being allowed to remove himself from being under the burning glare of his boss. He couldn’t explain that he was late because of his multiple boyfriends and lovers, since he didn’t live in a perfect world where that would grant him a free pass of being a bad employee.
Thankfully he was a very hard worker (when he wasn’t being seduced by the 6 loving and good-looking men in his life), so the scolding from his boss was all the consequence he had to face. He was excused with a wave of hand and a “Just make sure you’re here in time tomorrow for the meeting. Now get out of my office, your handsome and youthful looking face bothers me.”
His boss might be a tough business woman who built the company from the ground up, but she could still feel sympathy towards a man in his early twenties whom was just trying his best.
Seokjin reminded himself to bring her a cup of coffee during lunch, or something.
He finally turned his gaze to the stacks of text-heavy paper and a few folders sitting on his desk, demanding his full attention. By the looks of it, today wasn’t going to be very exciting or eventful.
But he got to work anyway, making up for lost time.
---
By the time lunch rolled around, Seokjin was still caught up in all the paperwork on his desk. The numbers and letters seemed to melt together into a big pile of mumbo-jumbo and Seokjin had resorted to frowning at each new paper he picked up, already annoyed at whatever might be written on it.
He didn’t hate his job. As a child he’d never dreamed and hoped he’d end up as a financial clerk for some big company where everyone had to wear a tie and a dress shirt, but it pays the bills.
Both him and Yoongi had stable jobs. The younger of the two was a journalist for a rising news company, so the paycheck sometimes wavered and they had to settle for the cheaper store noodles for the time. Jungkook, the third roommate, was still in university with no part-time job to financially back himself up.
Seokjin knows the youngest feels guilty for their situation, having told them he doesn’t want to be a freeloader. Both of the older men had assured him he was welcome to share the house with them as long as he did his part of the chores and tried his best to get a job as soon as he was finished with his studies.
It worked out. It always works out, because they have each other whenever life gets to any one of them.
Their home may be small and sometimes even feel tiny when all seven of them are hanging out together. It doesn’t happen as often as Seokjin would hope, since everyone has their own thing going for them.
Jimin and Taehyung live at their university dorms, but both complain that it often gets too rowdy and loud. More often than not, one of the two will be sleeping over at the KimMinJeon residence. The “payment” being food and affection (of all sorts), for the most part.
Now, Hoseok and Namjoon were technically roommates. On papers, at least. But things were complicated.
Seokjin furrowed his brows at the paper he thinks he’s been staring at for a good eight minutes now, unsure if he’s understood even a single line. His mind kept jumping between thoughts, giving him a headache.
It’s no wonder he doesn’t hear the sound of his office door creaking open and closing.
“You look like you’re trying to set that piece of paper on fire with your mind, Seokjinnie-hyung.” Comes a soft voice from the direction of the door, sounding much more chipper than the grumbling in Seokjin’s head.
The older turns to look at Hoseok who he recognized by the voice alone, only to find the redhead’s face hidden behind a big bouquet of flowers. They were all soft colored and, as the younger man approached his desk, seemingly soft scented as well. The soft yellows and whites freshened up the look of dark wood that his desk was made out of, for sure.
Finally Hoseok’s head popped up from behind the bouquet, a beautiful and warm smile decorating his face.
“Hi.” The red-head beams.
“Hi yourself,” Seokjin replies, endeared by the good mood the florist seemed to be in.
Hoseok played a little with the arrangements of the flowers, as if he probably hadn’t thought out the bouquet with extreme care before bringing it over. “I thought your office could use a few more pretty flowers, so I brought you these.”
“There aren’t any other flowers in my office, Hoseokie.” Seokjin notes, slightly confused.
A hand makes its way to squeeze one of Seokjin’s chubby cheeks, “I see one right here.” Hoseok chuckles as he jiggles the fat of his lover’s face.
“Yah, you’re unbelievable.” The older scoffs and lightly pulls away the hand that’s playing with his face.
“But also adorable.” Hoseok demands, still giggling a little.
“Very much so.”
It was known to their group that Seokjin was the mood maker, he always tried his best to make everyone feels comfortable and welcomed. He’d make jokes, extremely bad ones, just to get Jimin to stop pouting over a bad day. He’d cook a meal for Jungkook when the younger insisted that he was too busy studying to make time for food. He’d pull Yoongi into his arms and run his fingers through the black locks when the younger wanted nothing more but pull out his hair when he felt stuck with his writing.
Seokjin always stretched himself out for the people he loved, because seeing his effort create happiness was a reward enough for himself.
But then there was Hoseok, who seemed just as eager to care for and love others. Hoseok, who always remembered to let Seokjin taste his own medicine, in forms of physical affection and praise. It was nice, wonderful even.
The older was sure he’d physically melt into a puddle of pink and glittery goo if Hoseok told him to do so. Seokjin knows that’s what it felt like to be intimate with the redhead, at least.
Seokjin is pulled out of his fluffy cloud of thoughts by the younger speaking up again, “I hate to make my visit short but my lunch break can’t stretch out for long since I’m running the shop alone today. Taehyung said he’d be busy with classes all afternoon so I’m short one delivery boy.”
He sure had time for me in the shower this morning though, Seokjin thinks, knowing it’d be unwise to say that out loud since Hoseok would most likely whine to Taehyung later on a phone call for picking favorites or something silly like that.
With a few final unnecessary arrangements to the soft colored bouquet, Hoseok waved Seokjin goodbye with a smile and exited the office with a soft closing of the door.
Approximately twenty seconds after the older had returned his focus back to the mess of documents on his desk, the wooden door is shoved back open.
“I forgot something else I came here for,” Hoseok confesses, making quick steps back towards Seokjin’s desk. The brunet doesn’t have much chance to ask his lover about what he’d forgotten before a hand wraps itself around his black tie, pulling his head into a chaste kiss.
It doesn’t last too long, but definitely long enough to send a spark through all of Seokjin’s body. Like a hot and pleasant shiver, tickling his soul.
Seokjin almost lets out a whine when Hoseok pulls back from the kiss, in the span of two seconds thinking up all sorts of ways he could barricade his office door just so the two of them could keep going for many moments longer.
“There,” Hoseok places another peck to the side of the office worker’s mouth, “Now I got everything I came here for.” He finishes with a smirk on his lips and a hop to his step when he brings himself back from bending over Seokjin’s desk. Seokjin is trying to calm down the butterflies in his stomach when the redhead skips back to the still slightly ajar door.
“Give me a call someday when you’re not so busy with work, alright? I’ll take you out on a date and then we can continue that at my apartment.” Hoseok winks at him before escaping from his office once more.
Seokjin buries his face in his hands, feeling his cheeks burn a little (a lot, actually).
There was no way he was going to be able to focus on work now.
---
He stays late at work, trying to clear up his desk of all work with a little overtime. It’s fine, he’s fine. The more he works now the less he has to stress tomorrow, after all. It’s like a favour to himself, really.
His lower back aches, sure. His eyes feel dry and irritated, yes. But he’s fine.
When the phone in his pants starts to ring, he almost doesn’t notice it. Something about international transactions between this company and one from overseas on the piece of paper in his hand holds him distracted enough so that the device in his pocket has to repeat his ringtone twice before he fumbles to pull it out from his pants.
Namjoonie, Seokjin reads from the top of the screen. It’s a facetime call.
He’s probably not in the most presentable state, but Namjoon never seems to mind if Seokjin is fresh out of a shower or dressed up for the fanciest of occasions. Seokjin still tries to flatten down his bangs from having had run his fingers through it multiple times out of frustration during the evening.
Then he presses the green button on his screen.
When Namjoon’s handsome face appears on the device Seokjin feels like he’d just unlocked his phone in the middle of the night, screen suddenly too bright and brilliant. That’s what Namjoon was, bright and so incredibly brilliant.
“Am I catching you at a bad time? You look exhausted, baby.” Namjoon asks, voice deliciously husky and caring.
Seokjin simply shakes his head. “’m just working overtime. S’fine.” He mumbles, lips forming a pout.
Dimples appeared on either side of the man’s cheeks as he smiled, a little pixelated thanks to the seemingly bad connection. “It’s late, you should head home and do something that makes you feel good.”
“Mm, but you’re all the way over in Australia.” Seokjin grins, not even trying to hide how smug he feels with his innuendo.
He sees and hears Namjoon laugh at his comment, rolling his eyes slightly. “Sorry about that. Guess you’ll just have to ask one of the other guys to fill in for me.”
“You know they gladly would.” The older rests his head against the hand he’s got propped up on his desk, sighing at his front camera. “But I miss you, Joonie. You should come home soon.”
“What, is Hoseok complaining about the house being too quiet without me snoring there beside him?” Namjoon jokes. It doesn’t really land right and Seokjin’s brows scrunch together, alerting the man on the other line that he wasn’t amused. “I’m kidding. I miss him too. And you, and everyone else. I really didn’t think this case would stretch out for so long.”
“Can’t you just, lose the case on purpose and get back home quicker that way? You’re the best lawyer in the world so I’m sure one strike won’t hurt your reputation too much.”
“Always finding reason behind even the most elaborate of proposals, hyung. And don’t butter my ego with grand statements like that, you make me sound much more amazing than I actually am.” Namjoon complains, obviously slightly flustered at the praise. As humble as ever.
It’s Seokjin’s time to roll his eyes. If Namjoon wasn’t so far away he’d try to hammer in the praise with physical affection, but since that’s not possible he feels a little stuck.
The young lawyer had accepted the case a little over a month ago, temporarily moving his location overseas so he wouldn’t have to waste money on travelling. It was logical, a well thought out plan that worked in practice. Doesn’t mean it wasn’t hard for the group to see him pack up a huge suitcase and say goodbye, even if temporarily.
Jimin had complained a lot about missing Namjoon’s long limbs tangled with his own shorter ones for the first week that the man had been gone. Yoongi didn’t voice it, but he missed having someone to bounce ideas back and forth with at odd hours of the morning, having gotten used to the two of them having the most irregular sleeping patterns of the group. Hoseok did voice his discomfort about their apartment feeling too big, but Seokjin wouldn’t give Namjoon the pleasure of confirming his joke.
Seokjin missed the comforting guidance and safety that Namjoon brought him. Even if their everyday schedules never seemed to match up, somehow they always made sure to get in a comforting afternoon of cuddles and talking when needed. Namjoon was like a steady pillar for the older man, a shoulder he could cry on and a voice of reason when he felt lost.
Kissing Namjoon was also one of Seokjin’s favorite things to do when they were together, he couldn’t lie.
One time when he, Namjoon and Yoongi had been fooling around, the journalist had said something along the lines of “I could write an entire article about your lips. God, they’re so plump and watching you kiss each other is almost better than me joining in there.”
In the moment, the two other men had just shrugged him off and told him to stop being such a mushy poet, and to just join in on the fun. Later Seokjin would think about it, about what it must look like to others when he and Namjoon kiss.
People often, almost constantly, praise Seokjin on his lips. On their shape, on their color.
Not nearly enough people say the same about Namjoon’s, which should be considered a crime because as someone who has been privileged to feel and taste those lips, Seokjin knows how much they are deserving of every compliment he himself gets and more.
The younger man’s lips are soft, almost unnaturally so. He must have a secret stash of lipbalms that he’s sharing with Hoseok at their apartment. They’re always velvet smooth, never cracked from even the cold weather of wintery Seoul.
Seokjin’s favorite taste on Namjoon’s lips is the gentle aftertaste that lingers when the silver-haired man has downed a glass or two of his favorite wine over dinner. Because first of all, it’s good wine, and second of all it’s when the young lawyer let’s all his stress melt away from the kiss. Their lips slot together, moving, pressing as if nothing else is worth focusing on.
It’s when Namjoon’s hands join in that Seokjin usually finds himself gasping a little, feeling warm hands make their way under the hem of his shirt to press against his waist while the other hand cups his face, bringing him deeper into the kiss. Seokjin loves it, misses it. So much.
“You’re worth all the praise I give you.” The older reassures his lover on the line, smiling softly at the screen.
Namjoon hums and nods, “If you say so, my darling. Now head on home, you really look much too tired.”
“Okay, you should sleep too, Joonie. It’s almost midnight over there, right?”
Another nod, “Give me a goodnight kiss and I’ll sleep.”
Seokjin chuckles, feeling his cheeks turn a shy shade of pink. He’d much rather feel the soft and warm press of Namjoon’s lips when he leans in to place a small peck to the front camera on his phone, instead of the cool and hard material of the device. “Goodnight, Joonie. Let me know when to pick you up from the airport.” He finishes, even if neither of them have any idea when that’ll be.
Before the screen goes black from the call ending, Namjoon smiles one last time and sighs out an amused “Of course.”
---
It’s late when Seokjin comes home, obviously. He’d expected it since it was his choice to stay late at work, but he didn’t expect his journey home to last double the time it usually does.
He’d packed up and left the office only to halfway on the walk to the subway station realize that he’d left his keys on his desk. He would’ve brushed it off and just rung the bell at his front door, but Jungkook had mentioned something about studying over at Taehyung’s dorm at the promise of luxurious dinner of takeout pizza. Yoongi on the other hand hadn’t made plans to be busy, or at least confirmed ones. But the little rascal hadn’t replied to the text Seokjin had sent him after he’d stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to check if the younger was home to let him in.
So he marched back to his office, awkwardly bowing to another co-worker who seemed to live at the office. He looked about as tired as Seokjin must’ve too.
Keys, check. Unfortunately, lady luck seemed to be having a tantrum going on, so the subway was late. Five times, five, the announcer voice for the subway speakers had to apologize for the wait and inconvenience of the subway. Something about the tracks being checked, something Seokjin didn’t even bother listening to. Worrying wouldn’t make the subway get there any faster.
So even if too late for Seokjin’s liking, he arrives home. None of the lights are on, indicating no signs of living life.
Except for when the tired man steps into his bedroom after getting rid of his jacket and pain-in-the-ass shoes, he notices a fluffy head of black hair spread out on a white pillow on his bed, soft breathing echoing in the room when Seokjin steps closer to sit down on the other side of the bed.
He brushes a finger through the dark locks, smiling softly at the twitch Yoongi’s cute button nose does at the touch. Softly and slowly, a pair of brown eyes open up and looks at him, seemingly trying to figure out if he’s still dreaming or not.
“Sorry for waking you up.” Seokjin apologizes, smile not disappearing anywhere. The younger man was downright adorable when just woken up, grumpy pout and all.
“S’okay. It’s not like I was sleeping well anyway.” Yoongi mumbles, lips still a little numb from being pressed against the pillow. Seokjin looks at him in confusion and concern, asking how come. “You weren’t here to keep me warm.”
“You are so cheesy, Yoongichi. I ought to muffle you with your pillow so you can’t spout such cheese.”
“Can you do it with your lips instead? That’ll be much more enjoyable for the both of us.”
Seokjin huffs out a small laugh, pulling up the covers just enough to slip underneath them to join his boyfriend (and getting a peek at Yoongi’s clothing, which consisted of one of Seokjin’s old oversized sweaters and a pair of grey boxers with a funny looking bear mascot’s face embroidered onto one leg. It was cute. Cute, cute, cute.).
The younger groans about the cold feet that come in contact with his delightfully warm ones, whining for Seokjin to go away, on second thought. The elder only chuckles and tells him to stop being such a baby.
They cuddle for a moment, simply enjoying the moment of warmth and affection. Yoongi asks about work, Seokjin tells him it was fine and asks the same, receiving a vice versa answer.
It’s quiet. The whole house is quiet.
Seokjin feels the tickling breath in the crook of his neck, the slight shift of legs that are currently tangled with his own, the feather light kiss at his collarbones. It’s quiet all around them, but Yoongi’s affection and his own heartbeat louder than thunder.
The younger shifts, bringing his face up to Seokjin’s eyelevel. There’s a heavy kiss on their lips in the next moment.
“We made out for hours last night, Yoongi. You didn’t get enough of this?” Seokjin notes, slightly amused.
“There’s no such thing as too much of you.”
It’s too late and he’s too tired, but he can’t bring himself to push the younger away. It’s been years and he still can’t bring himself to say no to the younger man. Seokjin doesn’t know if he’s never even wanted to say no to Yoongi. So they kiss again, and again, and again.
It’s slow, there’s no hurry. Their lips swell, their tongues meet, their room fills with wet noises but there’s nothing rushed about it. It’s the most simple thing, really, Seokjin thinks. Kissing Yoongi has been and always will feel like home.
Even when there’s a small stinging pull at his lower lip, Yoongi’s actions don’t speak for them to just get a move on. They’re both dead tired, but so were they yesterday as well.
So even if somewhere along the making out Seokjin finds himself fast asleep, he goes to sleep with a comforted soul and a warm body. Yoongi pulls the covers up to wrap around both of them before placing a final peck to Seokjin’s forehead and snuggling close to the elder, letting the dreaming take over his mind once more.
Seokjin loves many, but many love him too. He sleeps well knowing this deep within his heart.