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It's warm and heavy. A kind of overwhelming sensation that procures happiness, that procures love, and it's a feeling Yoongi cherishes more than he wants to admit. It's a fluffy blanket gently enveloping his body, a swirl of heat kissing his whole being, silky-soft golden skin embracing his own fair skin, and everything feels like it's a too wonderful world to be real. Maybe it's just that. Maybe Yoongi is daydreaming, but the low hum coming from behind and shaking him in the depth of his soul tells him otherwise.
Mind sleepy and lost in an ocean of mellow clouds, Yoongi doesn't make an effort to leave this state of hazy consciousness. The comforting and appealing dreamland of his is what he likes the most and he happily has a taste of it every time he wakes up entertwined with Hoseok's body; when they're clinging to each other like they could only breathe the air between them, like the other's heartbeat was their own one, like life was at one kiss close to a promise of eternal happiness. One day, Hoseok had asked him what flavor their love had and Yoongi had not hesitated a second before answering.
''Like fresh menthol leaf, fluffy blue cotton candy, honey-gold sunshine in the morning and warm rain of crystal tears.''
That day, Hoseok had made love to him with so much tenderness and delicacy, and he had looked at him with such a fiery intensity, as if he was holding his whole sacred world in his arms. Love had vibrated so strongly between them, had enveloped them so tightly, that Yoongi had shaken like a cherry blossom petal caught in the gentle spring wind all night.
With the way Hoseok’s arms tighten their embrace around his waist, Yoongi thinks that this morning could be as beautifully emotional as that one. Sure it could have been, but a series of strange noises confuses him as he fights to stay in his sleep, a mild smile adorning his lips. The first sound is rather loud, disturbing, and despite him, Yoongi feels his mind slipping away from dreamland when he recognizes the sound of a chair being dragged on the floor. The second sound comes fast and clear, like a cupboard swung too hard, and by the time the sound of a plastic bag tests his patience, Yoongi is kind of awake.
It is only when he gathers all the puzzled pieces of his scattered mind that Yoongi remembers where he is; he and Hoseok had fell asleep on the couch after they had decorated their first Christmas tree together. He’s laying at the edge of the couch, hugged by his boyfriend and wrapped in his comforting warmth that whispers to him to go back to sleep, and Yoongi would be very pleased to fall again into his daydream state if the cacophony in the kitchen wasn’t worrying.
When Yoongi finally opens his eyes slowly, all heavy with tiredness and slightly burning because it is still early in the morning, his breath stays stuck in his throat. Somehow, winter has made its way in their kitchen and the little daemons making a mess in the room are without a doubt the creators of this very white winter landscape.
There are little bits of marshmallow pretty much everywhere and Yoongi’s stomach squeezes in a light distress when he sees his boyfriend’s daemon, Mang, taking one of the sweets to put it under his blue mask. He’s about to say something, because daemons can’t eat as they aren’t like other living beings, but Mang doesn’t look pleased with the taste of the marshmallow and spits it on the floor. Yoongi scoffs quietly, a huge smile tying his lips together when the daemon giggles in a cute neigh, his thin tail swinging in happiness behind him.
The mellow bits of sweet are not the worst in sight though, not when the kitchen is covered with a blanket of flour, clouds of powder and thick puffs of white filling the air. And here is Shooky, Yoongi’s malicious cookie daemon, emptying a whole bag of flour on the floor and well, it must be the extra one they kept in the lower cupboard. How can Shooky even lift it? Yoongi doesn’t know, but it’s enough to throw flour everywhere in the kitchen. The bright white scenery is rather impressive, not to say spectacular, and Mang bops his nose softly against the floury floor to leave a heart-shaped stamp.
Yoongi could be angry at the mess - should be - but the moment shared by only both of their daemons is too adorable and special to ruin it with a yell. He knows that he will have to say something at some point, and Hoseok would have already jumped off of the couch to scold them, but Yoongi doesn’t have the heart to do it. Not right now.
The sleepy man wonders why their kitchen is in a shambles though. Why there are marshmallows and flour everywhere and how their little souls have even thought of this chaos. But then, Shooky throws away the empty bag of flour and with a smug smile on his browny face, he trots to his partner in crime. Mang’s tail still dancing around them when he kisses Shooky’s mellow chocolate-cheek not one, not two, but three times. Yoongi can feel through his daemon the gentle warmth growing inside of him, humming like a soft melody in his mind, buzzing his world with a pastel-colored euphoria, and he feels ecstatic.
Shooky seems to share the happy feelings as he lets himself fall on the floor, and Mang does the same but more carefully, as if he wasn’t sure about all of this. Shooky sniggers as he repeatedly flaps his short arms and legs into the floury snow while Mang moves slowly but is soon enough pretty happy with the nice feeling of the game as he closes his eyes and makes a gentle, high-pitched neigh. Suddenly, everything makes sense; they’re making snow angels!
Maybe it’s because Yoongi is sleepy or maybe because university was a lot for him during the past days, but his chest is filled with a cherry-kissy-red love and his eyes are filled with tears of shining-sparkling-glowing happiness. Behind him, he feels Hoseok stirs in his sleep. Well, of course his boyfriend must feel everything that is happening.
With hazy eyes, Yoongi follows the golden string that connects them to each other. It sways smoothly like a chain of glow, like a ribbon of fireflies shining like little stars in the sky. It always looks fragile and oh so vulnerable, but Yoongi knows deep inside him that it’s the strongest link in the whole world. When he’s concentrated enough, he can see it properly in all its breathtaking beauty and delicacy instead of just a feeling of it or a thin river of pale gold swirling in the room. The golden strings are always unique and unbreakable, and rare are those who really feel in symbiosis enough to see it but right now, Yoongi can feel that they are only one.
Hoseok’s arms are strong and protective around his waist, and nothing is more comforting than the way his boyfriend brings him closer to him. After a last look at their daemons happily drawing angels into the thick flour, bits of marshmallow and glowing ribbon, Yoongi huffs with a soft, small smile on his face and turns around on the couch. Hoseok grumbles in his sleep, tightens his embrace around his lover’s hot body, but Yoongi finally faces him without waking him up. Bliss is filling Yoongi’s heart as his eyes draw the man’s angelic features, ethereal beauty that makes another feeling of deep, luminous love blooms into Yoongi’s chest.
As Yoongi hears Shooky and Mang giggling together, as he feels the pull of the golden string tying them even closer, as everything feels beautifully and deliciously too much, all Yoongi can do is to lick his slightly chapped lips and press them against Hoseok’s heart-shaped mouth. His lips are soft, mellow, and Yoongi tastes the sunlight on their pulp.
Again, Yoongi falls a little bit more in love.