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“yoongi?”
yoongi startles and falls back on his ass from where he was crouched on the floor next to seokjin’s bed, watching him sleep like a total creeper. yoongi arrived at their dorm from the studio at half past three and it’s now close to 4 in the morning. he hadn’t even changed into sleepwear yet, just went straight to seokjin’s room as a sidetrip before heading to his own.
“what are you doing here? is everything okay?” seokjin asks, mumbles, really, rustling the bedsheets as he tries to sit up and rub his eyes at the same time. “something wrong?”
yoongi blinks, racking his brain for an excuse while seokjin yawns his sleep away. in the weeks since they’d moved to their new residence, yoongi had found the silence in his room unbearable. at first he thought that finally having his own room was nirvana – space all to himself – but all the things that lulled him to sleep had also disappeared: seokjin’s even breathing, seokjin’s little snores, seokjin’s heartbeat, seokjin’s warmth, seokjin seokjin seokjin.
so he gives himself this. a few minutes of peace with the quiet breathing and warmth and comfort that he has come to rely on after a hard day’s work. he doesn’t utter a word, doesn’t move to wake seokjin up. just stays there, basking in his hyung’s presence. wishing and wanting and missing but never doing anything.
“nah. just wanted to visit your kids. kinda missed them,” he says lamely, thankful that seokjin wouldn’t be able to see his flushed cheeks in the semi-darkness.
“you done playing with our kids, then?” seokjin asks again, squinting at both of yoongi’s empty arms.
yoongi nods slowly, doesn’t even look him in the eye.
“the cage is at the foot of the bed, yoongi,” seokjin says, the smirk on his lips evidence that he saw straight through yoongi’s alibi. “you don’t have to lie to me.”
“yeah, well, i’m gonna go now.” yoongi stands abruptly, ready to dash to his room on the other side of the dorm, when a tug on his jacket sleeve keeps him in place.
“um, well, i was wondering, since you’re here and all, and you kinda look exhausted, and you’re room is like halfway across the world…,” seokjin tapers off, looking at yoongi with a silent question in his eyes.
“i still need to change my clothes,” yoongi whispers.
“you can borrow mine.”
“they don’t fit me. they’re too big.”
“they fit you when we were roommates. they’ll fit now,” seokjin huffs. then, in a voice so delicate, “you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. i guess i just miss you.”
yoongi stares at him and stares and stares and wonders how seokjin is able to take his breath away every time and form them into the words he wants to say but is always too timid to do so.
“okay. okay, yeah. give me a minute. i’ll need to wash up a bit.”
seokjin finally lets his jacket go and falls back onto his bed. later, when he’s dressed in avenger-designed pyjamas that drown his small frame, with seokjin’s hand resting on his belly and seokjin’s chest against his back, yoongi resolves to stop wanting and wishing and just do. next time, he’ll finally tell seokjin all the words he deserves to hear.
jimin opens the door as quietly as he can without jostling the dozing sugar gliders in his arms too much. it’s already morning and he promised seokjin he’d return eomuk and odeng himself after playing with them all night. he tiptoes to the edge of the bed and places the gliders gently back into their cage before he notices an extra pair of feet jutting out the blanket. he smiles, shakes his head, and lets himself out. seokjin finally got all the sugar he needed.