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the knock on the bedroom door is soft, but yoongi heard it. he had been waiting. he knew who it was. yoongi had memorized the way his knuckles fell on the door, the sound of his soft footfalls outside, and his calm breathing pattern.
a grumble in response gave jungkook permission to enter.
baby? oh, jungkook laughed, his soft voice filling the small room, hyung.
the younger knew better than to lift the duvet covering yoongi, so he instead perched on the edge of the bed, careful to avoid his boyfriend's legs.
i missed you, jungkook tried at conversation. yoongi's sniffles were muffled from the blanket. okay, im going to leave if you don't come out in five, four, three- yoongi slowly lifted the blanket from his head, letting jungkook see him in all his glory. or lack thereof. his face was bare, his nose and eyes were red, and his parted lips were dry and cracked.
jungkook shivered, suddenly aware of the low temperature in the room. arent you cold? yoongi only shrugged. jungkook brushed his boyfriends hair back, speaking softly. i can leave if you dont want me here right now.
i do. yoongi replied, his voice hoarse from sleep and its lack of use. he lifted the blanket again to invite jungkook to join him. keep me warm.
the younger smiled, shifting to crawl under the duvet with his hyung. he felt the way yoongis thin mattress dipped under his weight, grinning when he felt the olders hands immediately find jungkooks waist.
he was new to having yoongi allow him to get this close, especially when he was tired and sick.
how was the shoot? yoongi whispered, his hot breath fanning across jungkooks face and tickling his eyelashes. boring, tiring. namjoonie-hyung kept making me laugh. the muscles in yoongis jaw clenched, and jungkook noticed. aw, is my baby getting jealous? jungkook let his hands roam where they took him; yoongis neck, the small of his back, the hem of his hoodie, the pockets of his sweats.
no. i just missed you, is all.
well im here now, love. i missed you too. the silence between them is comfortable, orchestrated with heavy breaths and the sound of fingers on fabric. jungkooks fingers brush through the other boys hair, knowing how he likes it (always from the nape of his neck up, all the way around his ears and the softest strands in the front, now getting long from a period of begging bighit not to cut it). jungkook blushes when the older closes his eyes and leans into his touch, almost purring.
jungkook touched him in all the ways he had ever wanted to, holding his boyfriend in his hands like a delicate porcelain piece. yoongis eyes fluttered open halfway, watching as the boy in front of his admired each of him features. he shivered as jungkooks hands wandered through all his curves and arcs and edges, loving the feeling of his legs between those of the maknae. even if he was just as flustered as the younger boy, yoongi loved the feeling of a body bigger than his own wrapped around him, making him feel eternally warm.
yoongi let his hands drift to cup jungkooks cheek, gently wiping off his layers of makeup. his natural skin was the color of honey catching light from the sun. i hate that they do this to you, you're so beautiful, bunny, i dont know why they want to hide that.
bunny.
i like when you call me that.
beautiful?
no- well, yes. but i mean when you call me bunny.
despite the blanket covering them, yoongis skin was red from the cold. jungkook took his time kissing his fingertips, knuckles, ears, nose, and cheeks, finally ending on his pink lips.
dont kiss me, the older chided. youll get sick from me.
jungkook laughed, feeling his boyfriends hand draw pretty patterns on his back, occasionally catching the hem of his shirt and exposing his soft skin. i dont care if i get sick. their warm breaths mingled between them, suspended in comfortable silence.
i love you, jungkook whispered, his voice breathy. yoongis smile spread across his face, making it hard when he kissed the younger again. their lips molded together in a familiar way, fireworks spreading through jungkooks fingertips. yoongi barely shifted closer, if possible, but enough to trail his kisses down jungkooks neck, each one breathy and incomplete from their exhaustion.
thats when jungkook got impatient, feeling the heat between his legs, in his chest and on his neck. he cups yoongis cheek, pulling his head to meet the youngers lips. they moved together, a well choreographed dance. knowing all too well how to move- where to kiss or press or touch. the kiss was slow and languid, filled with the words they couldnt say.
yoongi put his hands on jungkooks chest, pushing gently.
jungkook, fuck, sorry, i just... cant really breathe.
the younger chuckled, the sound barely there. their breaths met between them, hot and rushed from the lack of oxygen. jungkook took the time to admire his hyung. his lips were pink and slightly parted, labored from his heavy pants. his cheeks were tinted pink, painted by the brush of jungkooks lips. his hair was a mess, partly the work of the blanket draped over them, partly thanks to jungkooks thin hands, needing more more more.
instead of kissing him again (though he would never mind, like, ever), jungkook took the smaller of them in his grasp, wrapping his arms around the olders waist. he smiled as yoongi buried his head in the crook of his neck, feeling his breath warm underneath the hood of his hoodie.
can you sing to me bunny? the olders voice was muffled against the black fabric.
jungkook smiled, knowing that his voice was secretly the olders favorite of the group.
sure baby.
jungkook started to sing, a song he knew yoongi liked, all soft consonants and rounded vowels. he sang until he felt yoongis hands relax around his neck. he sang until his sniffles and small coughs stopped. he waited until his breathing was soft and long.
but jungkook kept singing, until the warmth of the blanket carried him off to sleep as well, his soft breaths ruffling the black hair he loved so much.