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Jungkook walks into the practice room to find Hoseok sleeping like a log on the two-seated sofa at the corner of the room. The sight makes him smile unknowingly as he feels warmth spreading inside his chest. He approaches the older with light steps, not wanting to wake him up and crouches next to the sofa when he arrived. He takes the chance to examine every inch of the sleeping guy’s face, taking in his every features carefully, as if he doesn’t have every inch of the elder’s face memorised at the back of his head already. Even after staring at him for the hundredth times, Jungkook will never get tired of being amused of Hoseok’s perfect features. He always wonders how does one possess that much perfection? How can a human being be this beautiful?
Hoseok whines in his sleep, slightly fidgeting in the sofa, probably to find a more comfortable sleeping position. But Hoseok ends up fluttering open his eyes, almost gawking in surprise to find Jungkook staring at him in a rather close distance.
“Geez Jungkook, I almost had a heart attack.” Hoseok’s frown is immediately replaced with a bright smile as he jokingly poke Jungkook’s head to accompany his remark. His action makes Jungkook grins in happiness as Jungkook stands up, eyes never leaving the elder.
“Hyung, get up! You promised to show me some popping today!” Jungkook whines in his usual baby boy manner.
Hoseok groans at his request, finally remembering his promise. He stretches himself with an unnecessarily loud groan, before scratching his neck.
“Jungkook, I’m sleepy. Next time?”
Jungkook whines in refusal loudly before stomping his feet on the ground like a child.
“You promised me! I wanna see you popping!”
“Jungkook you’ve seen me popping like a thousand times already. Why would you make me do this again.”
“That’s different! I want to see you popping when it’s just the two of us. No music, no fan’s cheer, no lighting, special effect or whatsoever. I like to see that a lot.”
Hoseok shakes his head at this. He never understands Jungkook sometimes. He loves asking Hoseok to show him his dance moves in private. ‘I can enjoy it more when there’s no other person’ says him. Sometimes, Jungkook will interfere and asks him to teach few things. Sometimes, they would just goof around, sillily freestyling to upbeat songs. Hoseok can’t deny, he find his little dancing session with Jungkook really enjoyable, which is why he always agrees to do so.
“Hyung~!”
Jungkook whines more when Hoseok doesn’t respond.
“Ah hyung~~!”
Jungkook takes drastic measure to gain Hoseok’s attention this time by climbing on top of him, earning a pained whimper from Hoseok. Jungkook lays down completely on his hyung, head on his hyung’s chest while shaking his whole body to annoy Hoseok.
Hoseok takes revenge by putting his arm around the younger’s neck and pulling him down closer to him.
“Get off me, you log!”
Hoseok says between his laugh.
“You wish!” Jungkook exclaims as he nuzzles his top of his head against Hoseok’s jaw to tickle him, and it works. Hoseok is squirming like crazy as he begs Jungkook to stop before finally giving in.
“Fine, fine let’s go.”
That makes Jungkook stops, but it doesn’t make him get off Hoseok. Instead, he fixes his head more firmly on the elder’s chest and put his hand gently against Hoseok’s side. Hoseok flutters at Jungkook’s sudden affectionate gestures but he throws away any thoughts as the younger always act clingy towards him. He tries not to catch feelings, even though deep in a hidden and neglected corner of his heart, he knows he had failed miserably at that. Hoseok, being his usual touchy-self, lovingly embraces Jungkook’s head and gives several loud pecks on top of it.
Jungkook feels butterflies in his stomach at this, even after the nth time of Hoseok being affectionate towards him. He would never get used with Hoseok’s touch, his whole inside would grow giddy and melted at every Hoseok’s loving gestures.
They stay like that for a moment, before Jungkook looks up, staring into the elder’s gentle eyes with his round ones.
“Or we can just cuddle like this all evening.”
Hoseok grows red at his suggestion. He didn’t expect the younger to skip their usual ‘dancing together’ session that he’s always so excited about just to.. cuddle.
“What?”
“Why? You said you’re sleepy, perhaps we can just cuddle, you know, until you sleep or something.”
Jungkook’s words was muffled as he actually buried his face on Hoseok’s chest in embarrassment while speaking out his will. He didn’t know what he was thinking when he said that out loud, he was feeling too good and comfortable cuddling with his hyung that he didn’t want to get up.
Hoseok’s clueless face soon gained his signature sunshine smile as he fondly gazes the shy Jungkook who is still hiding his face.
“Alright, if that’s what you want.”
Hoseok finally voices out, earning a jerk of head up from the younger, gazing him with excited twinkling eyes.
“But can you like, not be completely on top of me? You’re heavy.”
“Oh right, wait.” Jungkook holds himself up with his forearms, panickly glancing around the body beneath him, pondering on the suitable position for him to lie down. Hoseok softly chuckles at Jungkook’s cuteness before shifting himself to one side of the coach, giving some space to Jungkook. However, Jungkook seems to still not understand how to position himself, so Hoseok just abruptly pulls him down, causing Jungkook to land, instead of in the small space he made beside him, on top of him, with their face merely centimetres away from each other. The both of them froze, Hoseok feeling numb of all the pain Jungkook’s weight is causing, and Jungkook feeling nothing apart from the strong urge to press his lips against the elder’s soft-looking lips. Hoseok notices the younger’s eyes lingering on his lips, making him to wet them after realising how dry his lips were actually after sleeping. Hoseok can see something ticks in Jungkook’s eyes then, the younger’s gaze finally swivels from his lips to his eyes. The two round glassy pools glimmers against the minimal lights in the suddenly hot room, staring right through Hoseok’s blank ones, right through his stammering heart. Hoseok swallows. This was a bad idea. Why would his 2 minutes ago–self thought this—agreeing to cuddling with your teammate whom you had feelings for years—was okay?
After God knows how long, Hoseok lightly push him aside, making him fall in the small space with a thud.
“Lay there.”
Hoseok croaks out before he lightly shifts his body to face upward. He fiddles with his fingers on his chest awkwardly as he stares at the black ceiling.
Jungkook snakes his arm around Hoseok’s body, causing the elder to stiffen. See, this is the problem with Hoseok— he’s a very touchy and clingy guy, he koala hugs the members at every chance he got, peppers them with loud and wet kisses to the point that it annoys them, and sometimes would unconsciously touch them in odd places in a very not straight way. He did that to all of them– even Jungkook, but his dumbass self still can’t help but stiffen and panicked if Jungkook initiates any skin-ship—like now. Jungkook is hugging his middle even tighter than before, and Hoseok’s abdomen muscle harden so drastically that he’s scared Jungkook would notice. If he did, he says nothing to point it out.
“Hyung, face me. You’re taking up a lot of space lying on your back.”
Jungkook whines groggily, and Hoseok slowly complies to his demand, in his head he is praying that the younger wouldn’t hear his stupidly fast beating heart.
Jungkook snuggles closer as soon as he lays on his side and buries his face against the crook of Hoseok’s neck.
“Cuddle with me, hyung. Why are you being so stiff.” Jungkook complains as he looks up with his sad puppy eyes—looking like that one emoji Hoseok always uses on Twitter. Hoseok couldn’t help but to run his fingers through Jungkook’s soft black locks, slightly ruffling it albeit him being all hot and nervous inside.
“Alright, brat.”
Hoseok hugs him back and nuzzles his nose against Jungkook’s soft fragrant hair, with his long fingers still carding through them.
Jungkook hums contently at the sensation, sending a vibration through the elder’s neck, and further spread to the whole length of his spine, then to his whole body.
They stay like that for minutes, Jungkook softly drawing circles on the elder’s hips, Hoseok occasionally leaving pecks on the crown of Jungkook’s head.
Hoseok is about to leave another one of his soft peck when Jungkook tilts his head up, strategically placing Hoseok’s lips square on Jungkook’s forehead. Hoseok was surprised, but he doesn’t show it when he pulls away very gently, because how can he when Jungkook is looking at him like this—eyes all shiny and hopeful, beautiful crinkles all over the soft folds of his face, expecting for something more. Hoseok knows he shouldn’t—what ever this is that is taking place, it shouldn’t happen. It’s not supposed to happen. It’s not normal. But he does it anyway— his walls of sanity collapse in disdain upon seeing Jungkook’s soft pink lips slowly turning down into a frown. He hates that. He hates seeing the maknae sad.
When he leans in for another kiss on Jungkook’s forehead, he can feel the younger’s body shudders, his hand gripping tighter on Hoseok’s hip bone. His lips stays there for a long time, leaving with a soft pleasing noise only after the grip on his hip bone loosen.
Hoseok is greeted with a smiley and content Jungkook as soon as he pulls away, and he couldn’t help but to mirror the bright smile he’s facing.
“More please?” Hoseok’s heart skips a cardiac cycle at the desperate-sounding request, it then skips another upon seeing Jungkook’s now lidded eyes—something unreadable hidden deep inside them. Hoseok swallows yet again. He knows where this is leading and he knows it shouldn’t be leading that way. He knows it is too late to turn back if he continues now, but he is too weak to stop now. Deep down Hoseok knows, how selfish and messed up this is, he knows, what kind of mess he would be facing after this—what ever it is that is happening right now is over. However his sane and logical reasonings seems to have already successfully escaped his mind. All he can think of now is Jungkook—Jungkook Jungkook Jungkook.
Hoseok cradles the expectant Jungkook’s jaw, a soft smile plastering his bit-red face.
Jungkook is more delighted than he is flustered. He stares at his hyung with unreadable eyes, silently craving for more.
Hoseok leans in, this time leaving a long kiss on Jungkook’s eyes, which flutters close with the delicate approach of Hoseok’s lips. Hoseok continues with the other side, the tip of his nose, and both of his cheeks. After kissing the corner of Jungkook’s mouth, Hoseok’s lips curves upward to form the sweetest gentle smile that made Jungkook almost threw his whole heart up. It drives him crazy— the elder’s ethereal smile, his nonchalant beauty, his unconscious cute gestures, his affectionate touches, and it always leave Jungkook wanting more of him.
“You like that?” Hoseok asks softly, his fond gaze never leaving the maknae.
Jungkook hums in response before closing their distance.
“We should do this more often.”
Jungkook manages to croak out while blushing furiously.
“Sure.” Hoseok grazes his thumb against Jungkook’s lips as he said that, making the latter two inches away from losing his sanity. His lips trembles against the elder’s pad of thumb as he waits, and wait.
For the elder to continue his earlier kissing procedure and finally kissing him in the place he wanted the most, but it didn’t come. The dancer just keep on caressing his lips and cheeks, while his other hand gently drawing circles on Jungkook’s waist.
Jungkook swallows hard, trying to hold in his desire, afraid that he would ruin this moment. But hell Jungkook is not that strong–willed. Being this close with such beautiful man, his pink and soft-looking lips just inches from him, it makes it ten thousand times harder than it usually is. And Jungkook decides to give up.
He leans in, softly planting his vibrating lips on Hoseoks. Hoseok doesn’t flinch, nor does his facial expression changes, as if he expected this to happen. Jungkook pulls away in fear, afraid of the elder’s reaction. Contrary of his fear, Hoseok smiles— something Jungkook briefly interprets as relief and longing found in his smile and pulls Jungkook in, smashing their lips together in a pleasing haste. Jungkook takes a split moment to process everything, before he kisses Hoseok back, angling his head better to mould their lips closer together. The kiss is slow and sensual, both of them taking their time to feel every inch of each other’s lips, with occasional lips biting and teeth clashing. They weren’t sure whose tongue penetrates whose lips first, but the two of them are already battling with their tongues. Jungkook takes his sweet time exploring the elder’s cavern, capturing and tasting every dents and lumps inside with his tongue, wanting to remember every details. Hoseok has his fingers planted in Jungkook’s hair, titling the younger’s head for easier access. Jungkook uses his strength to rotate the both of them, still while kissing each other, making him to be on top of his hyung, his knee holding him up from crashing the body beneath him.
Jungkook’s lips finally leave Hoseoks, and travel down to Hoseok’s perfectly sculpted jawline. Jungkook leaves wet and open-mouthed kisses along his jawline as Jungkook’s lips make its way to his collarbone area– all the crooks and cranes. The younger softly bites and sucks on the sensitive skin, earning a beautiful–sounding whimper from Hoseok, which made Jungkook hard in no time. Jungkook pulls away immediately, just realising what the hell the both of them are doing, and where the situation is leading towards. They stare at each other with obvious remaining lust, chests heaving up and down panting for air.
“Hyung..” Jungkook calls out with worries and hesitation, but still obviously laced with desire.
“It’s fine. Go on.” Hoseok ensures him endearingly.
Jungkook wastes no time leaning in to kiss him again, which Hoseok responds with clasping his hand on Jungkook’s neck.
“I like you so much, hyung.” Jungkook breathes out between the sloppy kisses, hitting Hoseok’s face with his hot breath.
“Me too.” He mumbles against Jungkook’s lips.
At this, Jungkook pulls away in a rush and takes of his jacket and hoodie in a haste, leaving him topless, while Hoseok rakes at his body with his never seen before dark and hooded wild eyes that leave Jungkook breathless. Jungkook lurches forward to kiss Hoseok again, finding each kisses to be more addictive than before.
Hoseok roams his palms on Jungkook’s bare body, his left palm gently rubbing against his hard-plane abs. Jungkook does the same, his hand going underneath Hoseok’s shirt, caressing his toned abdomen. Hoseok pushes Jungkook away, breaking off the kiss before taking off his shirt as well. Their lips met again as soon as Hoseok’s shirt left his body and soon Jungkook is already kissing Hoseok’s bare chest.
There is suddenly a loud bang on the locked door.
They pull away immediately, eyeing each other door with widened eyes.
“Hoseok hyung! Jungkook! Open the door! I want to get in!” Jimin’s voice is heard through the wooden door.
Jungkook sighs in frustration as he curses silently. Hoseok laughs endearingly at Jungkook’s reaction before pecking him on the lips.
“Let’s hurry up and put on our clothes.” He said calmly.
Jungkook unwillingly obeys but not before mumbling a few incoherent insults to the elder outside the door—something along the line of short nosy ass cockblocking bitch.
“Hey that’s not nice. I thought Jimin’s your favourite hyung.”
“Not anymore now that he interrupt my sexy time with you.”
Hoseok chuckles earnestly at his words as Jungkook walks to the door with purposeful loud steps to open the constantly banged door by the impatient Jimin.
“What took you so long?!” Jimin whines while strutting in and soon furrowed his eyebrows at Jungkook who were glaring at him like he just ate his mint chocolate ice cream. Jimin dismissed him and saunters over to Hoseok who is sitting on the couch.
“Wow you guys are so sweaty and red. You guys must be dancing hard!” Jimin exclaims innocently.
Hoseok laughs awkwardly at that while Jungkook silently snickers.