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Running a hand through his damp hair, Seokjin walked out of the shower, not paying much attention to his surroundings as he went to drop off his dirty clothes in the hamper. He turned around, and shifted his hand from his hair to press at the soreness in his shoulders before wincing in pain, scrunching his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes again, he was met with the sight of his roommate curled against his headboard, earbuds in and intently focused on the computer nestled in his lap. He looked unbearably small in one of his oversized hoodies and a pair of light wash jeans with rips at the knees.
"Hey, Yoongi?" he called out.
No reaction, except for Yoongi's head bobbing along to the beat, lip worried between his teeth in concentration.
"Yoongi!"
At this, Yoongi looked up, popping one of his earbuds out, before making an inquisitive noise, caught in the scratchiness of his throat.
"Oh, hyung?"
"Do you mind massaging me, Yoongi-yah?" The corners of his lips tweaked downwards, tilted in an apologetic smile.
"Why? You'll complain about it, so you should just do it yourself." Yoongi shook his head, resettling his messy hair across his forehead, before making a motion to push his earbud back in.
"No, it's just, well... you know how my hands are." Seokjin looked away, casting his eyes down to his chest, ignoring the way his fingers twinged in pain, the joints protesting at the pressure he had used to massage himself.
"Oh, I see. Okay, come here." He resettled himself, setting his laptop and earbuds aside, and clambered forward till he was sitting at the edge of the bed, legs splayed out, creating an inviting space. Yoongi's head was turned away, mouth set downward in stoic neutrality, but his hands remained open on his thighs.
"Thank you! Here, I owe you one. Ask anything of your favorite hyung~" Seokjin clapped his hands together and grasped onto Yoongi's thighs as he lowered himself into a criss-cross seated position between Yoongi's feet. His fingers twitched as he let go and folded his hands into his lap, palms carrying the imprint of where the denim of Yoongi's ripped jeans gave way to soft skin.
"Favorite hyung, my ass. You're the only hyung here..." Yoongi muttered, the low volume making his voice come out more gravelly than before. He placed his hands on the bare skin in front of him, using the bases of his palms to push at the tense muscles. Seokjin's skin was still pliant and smooth from the shower, and Yoongi marveled at the way the tan shoulders lightly reddened as he continued the massage.
The room was quiet, save for the fragments of indecipherable noise coming from the living room of the dorm. Seokjin exhaled slowly, and Yoongi's hands froze momentarily at the brief puff of air on his exposed knees. In an effort to cover up his mistake, he put more pressure onto the broad shoulders. Seokjin continued to breathe heavily, and Yoongi willed himself to not get distracted. After a while, his hands also began to ache, and he let go of Seokjin to shake out his wrists. Lightly, he pushed Seokjin's head forward and began to rub his thumbs at the base of his skull. The rest of his fingers tangled themselves in Seokjin's fine hair, nails scraping lightly at his scalp.
Seokjin closed his eyes, relaxing under the soothing motions of Yoongi's hands. Pulled forward like this, he couldn't focus on anything but the warmth enveloping him.
"Yoongi-yah?"
He briefly hummed in affirmation.
"Why are you still in jeans and a hoodie? Aren't you going to sleep soon?"
Yoongi made a scratchy noise from his throat as he considered the question, slowly responding, "Well, I suppose I am. I was planning to stay up and I was too lazy to change, but now I'm suddenly feeling sleepy."
"Ah, good, I'm also sleepy. You should stop now, if you're tired."
Yoongi's hands stilled in Seokjin's hair, and with a sigh his upper body fell backward onto the bed, leaving his legs still wrapped around the older. Seokjin's eyes caught on the way his jeans stretched upwards, tantalizingly revealing just a sliver more of Yoongi's knees and thighs. Before he could give it much thought, he turned around and wrapped his right hand around Yoongi's knee, thumb finding its way to the soft fat on the inside. He leaned the other direction and pressed his lips chastely to the bone of Yoongi's right kneecap, simultaneously drawing a heart into the opposite knee with his thumb. Regrettably, he pulled himself up and walked away to switch off the light, ignoring the sharp inhale from Yoongi's lips.
"Hyung? What was that for?"
In the darkness, Seokjin could barely make out the outline of Yoongi's frame on the bed, chest rising up and down quickly. "Just a little thank you."
He strode over to the bed and tucked himself in beside Yoongi, listening for his breaths to even out. Yoongi opens his mouth a few times, inhales in like he wants to say something.
Finally, he whispers out, "I guess we're sleeping now? I should probably change, but I'll just take off the jeans."
Yoongi rustles under the comforter, and Seokjin reaches a hand across to stop him.
"Don't." Yoongi paused, and Seokjin smiled into the pillow, letting the next words come out muffled. "I like them."