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Hoseok woke up first. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Jimin’s soft cheek squished against the pillow in front of him, illuminated by the light filtering through the curtain by the window. The younger was still soundly asleep, with a soft expression on his face that made him look like a Reinassance putto.
Hoseok tried to stir but found his limbs tangled with jimin’s own, so he gave up as not to wake the other. The only thing he managed to do was free one of his hands, so that he could bring the white duvet to his neck. January’s cold had no mercy for those who decided to sleep naked, apparently. Jimin though seemed totally unbothered. As long as he had something, preferably someone (preferably Hoseok), to hug, he could go on and sleep till noon. Hoseok though was the type to wake up early, so he often ended up waiting for the other to wake up. When the schedule allowed it, he would take the chance to prepare breakfast and bring it to bed, other times he would just lazily cuddle with the other. When eventually he got bored, he would take it into his hands to wake jimin up, first with soft whispers in his ear and delicate caresses, then with light pinches, tickles and giggles.
Today, Having nowhere else to be and feeling still tired from yesterday’s journey, he had no intention of leaving jimin’s warm embrace just yet.
He had gone to visit his parents for a few days. He loved having his mom’s home cooked meals and updating his father on what he was up to with the band. He loved getting the chance to spend time with Mickey and teasing him with cute little ribbons tied in his hair. Whenever he went home he got to feel completely free from responsibilities, duties, schedules. Being the younger of his family, he got to be the little one of the house, the one who could get away with anything. But, as much as he liked staying with his family, there was always a part of him that couldn’t wait to be back in Seoul; he always felt somehow incomplete. The first time he went away and felt this way, he wasn’t willing yet to admit to himself the real reason. During his visit to Gwanju, he told himself that he missed being busy, having something to do and to occupy his mind with; he thought he missed the action of the big city, being with the guys. But It was not until he had come back to the dorm that he had realized what was missing. It was when he found himself spooning in bed with jimin, his lips pressed on the side of his neck, that he realized his restlessness was gone.
He missed Jimin. Always. One month or three days apart, it felt like forever. There was nothing as calming as breathing deeply with Jimin’s small arms wrapped around his waist. And the best part was that whenever they found each other again, he could see that the relief on Jimin’s face always matched the one he was feeling in his own heart
He tended to be overbearing with physical affection, or so he had been told in the past, and this had caused him to feel insecure about it sometimes. But he had never felt like he was “too much” with Jimin, he had never seemed to mind. No, he always leaned into his touch as if it was never enough, as if his life depended on it, or went as far as demanding more. And unfortunately for Jimin, this natural behaviour of his betrayed him when, every once in a while, he decided to tease Hoseok by pretending to be indifferent to him. It was an attempt destined to fail, really, since they both knew how fond they were of each other; but Jimin liked to think he was the one in control, and Hoseok, while he found his behaviour sweet and slightly amusing, liked to make him believe whatever would make him content.
I’m home now. Hoseok pushed himself up to lie on one side, resting his head on his hand. He carefully freed his other hand from Jimin’s loose grasp and used it to push a strand of hair away from his puffy face. He couldn’t help but smile fondly at the sight of Jimin sleeping. He looked so soft he wanted to bite him and kiss him everywhere. Uuh, he had been incredibly sweet the night before. He felt himself melt inside thinking back at the way a few days of loneliness had turned Jimin into a pout demanding desperate love declarations. Is he even aware of the way he looks when he behaves like that? Does he know what that does to me?
Had Jimin missed Hoseok while he was away? He had no need to ask. Looking down at Jimin holding onto Jhope while still in his sleep was enough as an answer. It was as if even when unconscious, his own body knew where to turn to find Hoseok’s.
Hoseok went back to lying his head on the pillow next to Jimin. He slowly closed the distance between them and left a peck on his forehead. He moved his face back to see if jimin was still sleeping, but apparently his action had gone unnoticed. So He dived back in, this time to plant a kiss on the point of the other’s nose. Still no response.
“Jimin-ah” hoseok whispered “Jimin, wake up” and pinched his cheek. It almost worked. Almost. Jimin only stirred and tightened his hold around Hoseok’s waist.
“Jiminieeeee, Minnieeeee, I know you’re awake” hoseok tried again with impatience. This time he sent his hand down underneath the duvet to pinch Jimin’s stomach. Jimin kept his eyes closed, still pretending to sleep, but his facial expression broke into a smile he couldn’t hold back.
“Haaa! So YOU ARE awake!” Hoseok exclaimed, and suddenly started violently tickling Jimin wherever he could. Jimin couldn’t pretend anymore and started grinning uncontrollably while contorting his whole body in an attempt to escape from the older’s fingers. “Aish! Hyung! Ok, OK, stop! I’m awake!” Jimin screamed almost desperately. “Shouldn’t you say ‘good morning’ to hyung, then?” Hoseok was still attacking mercilessly the younger.
The fight was finally over the moment Jimin managed to sit victoriously on top of a defeated Hoseok, pining his wrists down on the mattress besides his head. Their eyes met and they both giggled stupidly at each other.
They stayed still like that for a few moments, panting in each other’s faces. Everything around them was still, the only audible sounds were their heavy breaths. Hoseok’s chest was visibly expanding underneath Jimin’s weight. It felt as if time had stopped inside their room, while they stared at each other with heavy gazes. With every breath he took, Jimin’s lips were slowly sinking lower and lower, and lower, until the moment they were almost touching Hoseok’s. Then he stopped, he smiled teasingly and looked up into the heavy lidded eyes of the other who was still immobilised. “Good morning, hyung”, and he finally sinked in completely into the awaited kiss.
Hoseok’s response was immediate as he closed his eyes and brought one freed hand to the back of Jimin’s neck to roughly pull him closer and deepen the kiss. The kiss was wet, rough and avid. Their lips were moving in synch, meeting enthusiastically. Jimin used one hand to push Hoseok’s hair back and the other to cup his face. A soft moan escaped from Jimin’s throat.
As the younger moved his mouth to the side of his jaw where he started nibbling and licking all the way down to his neck and clavicle, Hoseok kept his eyes closed and relaxed into a comfortable position. Jimin’s mouth on his skin was so good that he felt a shiver run through him, but it wasn’t enough.
“Jiminah, I want more” Hoseok whispered and his hips started to roll beneath jimin, looking for some kind of friction. There was nothing Jimin liked more than pleasing Hoseok, so his request worked as the best encouragement and he enthusiastically put all efforts into not disappointing.
“Hyung, tell me what you want” was his reply. But as now Jimin had started meeting his thrusts, Hoseok was unable to formulate a comprehensible answer.
“Is this- is this what you want?” Jimin whispered out of breath himself in the other’s ear. He went back to Hoseok’s neck, it was probably one of the parts of his boyfriend’s body he liked teasing the most. He loved every inch of it, how it was long and elegant, and one of his most sensitive spots, as Jimin had learnt a long time ago.
Unable to speak coherently, Hoseok answered by pulling Jimin towards him so that their chests would meet at the end of every thrust, and as the younger started sucking his earlobe, he moaned the other’s name loudly.
Hoseok felt an open mouthed kiss turn into a smile against the skin on the side of his neck. Jimin was proud of himself for the reaction he had elicited, but he still teasingly brought a hand to cover the other’s mouth, and Hoseok nodded violently. The dorm was actually empty, but they had gotten used to trying to keep it down, after hoseok had been teased by the other members far too many times.
Hoseok turned his head to the side while Jimin worked his way down his chest. He tried to reach the nightstand from where he was lying, but couldn’t. He gently pulled Jimin’s head up by the hair. “Jiminah- can you....?” Jimin looked up with eyes the size of the moon, and saw his arm pointing at the furniture next to the bed. “Aah... deh”.
He stood up, opened the cabinet and grabbed what he was looking for. He turned back to Hoseok. “Which way do you want to....?”
“Whatever you’re in the mood for” Hoseok answered. Jimin licked his lips teasingly and jumped on the bed back to Hoseok.
Whatever he is in the mood for. Really. As long as he got to hold Jimin. As long as he could feel him pressed up against him. Whatever would make Jimin happy, he would do it.
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Jimin collapsed on top of the other as his limbs started to feel like jelly from exhaustion. He rubbed his cheek against Hoseok’s and pressed his lips lightly to the side of the older’s jaw.
Hoseok, still with his eyes closed, brought his arms around Jimin’s waist and hugged him tightly. Jimin turned Hoseok’s face towards his with one finger. They kissed softly one more time, then the younger moved his body lower to rest his head on the other’s chest.
Hoseok’s hands moved down to massage jimin’s back and the sides of his thighs. “My Jiminie” Hoseok said fondly. “Is my Jiminie happy I’m back?” Jimin nodded lightly. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as Hoseok started humming.
This. This is it. Moments like this were the ones Hoseok wouldn’t trade for anything. There he was, mindlessly looking around the room, lazily lying in bed, stroking Jimin’s hair. He tended to be a loud person, but when he was with Jimin, even silence was something he had learnt to enjoy.
Hoseok couldn’t tell for how long they stayed like that, both enjoying each other’s company. The spell was broken when jimin’s stomach growled loudly.
“I’m hungry” Jimin said.
“I can hear that” replied Hoseok.
Despite the hunger, jimin was too relaxed to wish to move. He didn’t speak further and Hoseok went back to humming softly while playing with his hair.
A second loud growl came from Jimin’s stomach and this time Hoseok could not ignore it.
“Pancakes?” Hoseok asked.
Jimin looked up at him. “You make them? And I make coffee?”
“Of course. Like always”