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Hoseok wakes up to the sun shining on his face through the windows, guessing that they probably forgot to close the curtains before going to sleep last night. He doesn’t open his eyes instantly and instead, he inhales the morning feels and tightens his hold on the person still sleeping behind him. He squints his eyes and a smile forms on his face. Slowly, he opens them and is met by the most peaceful sleeping face he’s ever seen. Yoongi.
They just got back to Seoul yesterday after being in New York for the United Nations General Assembly where they delivered a speech and have been interviewed multiple times. When Hoseok sees how tired Yoongi is, he invites the older one to cuddle with him and sleep together. And like his previous invitations to him, he agrees and even falls asleep first.
He lays on his side so he can face Yoongi more, having no plans of standing up to wash his face or pee. He just wants to remain there resting while he holds Yoongi close to him, as he watches him sleep. The smile on his face remains as he stares at the older man’s back. He wishes for all mornings to be like this one.
His eyes widen when Yoongi starts to move and he hopes that he’s not yet waking up. Thankfully, he’s not and he just turned around which makes them facing each other. The sight softens his heart more than how it already is.
He feels the need to brush his fingers along Yoongi’s eyelashes, then to his soft cheeks and maybe boop his nose. He giggles lightly at the thought, remembering Yoongi’s nose scrunches that he feels very lucky to be able to witness. Then his eyes land on the soft pinkish lips that are slightly apart. He sighs, trying his bed to shake off the thoughts that are entering his mind. I wonder how soft they would feel against my- he stops himself from completing that thought and even hits his head lightly with his fist.
He shouldn’t be thinking about it! He’s been doing great at ignoring his feelings but lately it’s like he wants to burst. He blames it on Yoongi and how frequently he’s been pouting, making him stare at his plump lips that are sometimes shining from the lip gloss that Jimin would put on him. Hoseok feels the urge to kick around and scream with how his mind is now filled with Yoongi’s lips in lip glosses but of course he can’t do that. The man he’s internally screaming about is literally just beside him.
He calms himself down and breathes deeply. He doesn’t want Yoongi to wake up just yet. He wants to get all the time he can to just be there with him. It’s just so peaceful to watch him sleep, getting the right amount of rest he deserves. It makes him go back to how he was feeling earlier, soft and just overall happy.
Maybe It's just hard to control because he finds himself staring at the soft pinkish lips again but this time, along with some memories from the past years that they’ve been spending together, dreaming with all of bangtan side by side and growing as they face new hardships as a group and as individuals.
It’s a day before Christmas and Hoseok had just arrived at their dorm, after being on the train for some time from Gwangju to Seoul, the city he’s now in. He feels nervous on meeting the other trainees but he pushes it away after remembering that he won’t be meeting all of them right now because it’s a Holiday and most of the trainees went home while here he is, standing in front of their dorm who just left his hometown a few hours ago.
The door opens and he’s met by someone who’s smaller in height with a straight face on. He gets startled from the sudden opening and his eyes widen as a result. He greets him and soon finds out that the guy’s name is Yoongi and is a rapper, who he will be staying with.
He finds Yoongi kind when he starts touring him around the dorm and tells him about some things he should know. After that, he stays in the living room and when Yoongi comes back, he’s confused as to why he’s there and tells him to go in the room so he can settle in and take a rest.
Yoongi then waves at him goodbye because he’s leaving for Christmas and there goes Hoseok all alone.
Remembering how they first met way back in 2010, Hoseok just feels so emotional. He remembers the following Christmas Eve that Yoongi is there with him and tells him that it’s the date when they first met and he nods as if he knows nothing but he does. He remembers it clearly and has no plan in forgetting it at all.
How is he even going to forget when even way back 2010, Yoongi has always been looking at him with peaceful eyes and talking to him with his pouty lips that later on made Hoseok realize that there’s something for Yoongi inside him that’s building up and he knows there’s no way to stop it.
And with the thoughts of his first Christmas Eve in Seoul alone in their dorm, his mind brings him back to New Year’s Eve 2010, where he’s still alone and has no clue on how to celebrate. He just plans on sleeping through the night then wake up at midnight to call his family and greet them but that’s it and he’s going back to bed.
He doesn’t expect Yoongi to text him and check up on him, asking him how he’s doing. Of course, he answers with the truth. A little lonely but overall, great. And when he hears a knock on their door, it startles him. He wonders who will even be outside their dorm at an occasion like this that everyone spends with their loved ones.
So when he opens the door, he sees the person he least expected to see. Yoongi. Before he can even utter a word, Yoongi holds up his hand which carries a plastic bag that smells like chicken. “Happy New Year, Hoseok-ssi. I bought chicken,” Yoongi says, removing his shoes before going in while he stays there, still surprised.
Not even a minute later, he hears Yoongi shouting his name so he shakes himself back to reality and closes the door then rushes to where Yoongi is, the living room. They eat in peace and unlike his original plan, he welcomes the new year with a bright smile on his face and Yoongi by his side.
Up until now, he still can’t believe that Yoongi did that. He came back to spend the New Year with him and even bought chicken for them to eat. He thinks that's when he started seeing Yoongi from a different perspective but of course he just brushes it off constantly, not wanting to come to terms with his feelings.
His eyes travel from the wall to Yoongi whose face is being shined on by the sun. He looks even prettier. He thinks. He stares at his features until he’s left wondering about what shades of pink could Yoongi’s lips be. Or how many shades of pink he can find on the older’s face if he tried to. Prettiest.
Blue hair. Rosy cheeks. Pink lips. That’s when Hoseok couldn’t handle it anymore. He feels like he could burst anytime if he doesn’t look away from Yoongi. He just finished his photoshoot for their Love Yourself: Her album and is currently watching Yoongi. And he wonders, how is he even real? He’s a living doll and he just wants to scream because of how pretty the older one is. How did he handle containing his feelings inside him when he sees him everyday looking like that? He has no idea.
Everything is just so soft and pretty, suiting Yoongi so perfectly. He thinks that if Yoongi just came up to him and told him to do something he doesn’t usually do, he’d be doing it in a blink. He feels like he’s been hypnotized. He’s not complaining, though.
And when Yoongi comes up to him in pouty lips, telling him he’s hungry, he loses his mind and inside him, he’s going feral. He hears Yoongi but he doesn’t understand what he’s saying because he’s so focused on those pink pouty lips that he’s not in the right mind to even understand anything.
“Hobi!” Yoongi shouts at him to pull him out of his thoughts and he just blinks. This makes Yoongi cross his arms and pout even more and oh boy, Hoseok certainly does not know how he managed to act calm.
His eyes move onto his silver locks that are a bit messy and cover his forehead. He wants to run his fingers through the older one’s hair and feel its softness but that will lead to him waking up and he doesn’t want that to happen just yet so he settles on admiring it.
Minutes pass with him just admiring Yoongi and his mind wandering off, thinking about the times when the older looked at him with pouty lips, talking to him with softness in his voice and how he would go crazy over it. He lets out a sigh and lays on his back, not facing Yoongi anymore. My heart aches from how pretty he is.
Not wanting to suffer more than he already does, he takes one last glance at Yoongi and takes a deep breath then he closes his eyes, mind filled with nothing but the older one.
“Never knew how good you were at resisting until now,” he quickly opens his eyes and turns his head to face Yoongi. He’s awake?
“Hyung! What do you mean by that? How long have you been awake?” He’s nervous and he just hopes that it’s not visible to Yoongi.
“A while. Long enough to feel you staring at me,” Yoongi says, which makes him look away. “I was just! I was just uhm… admiring your facial! Yeah, that,” he says with the reason he came up with and laughs nervously.
“Oh? Thought you were staring at my lips but okay,” Yoongi says then he rolls closer to him and buries his face to his side. Hoseok feels his face heating up. “Hyung!”
“What?” He hears him say in a muffled voice, still buried on his side. “You can’t just say stuff like that!” That’s when Yoongi pulls away from his side to look at him. He raises an eyebrow and asks, “But why?” And Hoseok believes that he just saw the end of his life when Yoongi pouted his lips.
Oh no. He’s in danger. This is bad. So bad. He can’t take his eyes off his pouty lips. Oh no!
Blushing, he looks away from the older one. “Just because!” He hears Yoongi sigh which makes him look at him again and sees his expression has changed into a sad one. “Hyung? What’s wrong? Did I say something that upset you?”
“You didn’t. But your actions, they did,” he says in a sad and quiet voice then he pouts again. Hosek gasps. He knows! He knows how weak he is and he’s using it!
“Hyung!” He whines but Yoongi just remains pouting and looking at him. He sits up and Yoongi does the same.
“Do it,” Yoongi says.
“Do… what?” He asks, with no clue of what Yoongi is saying. “What you’ve been wanting to do whenever you stare at my lips,” Yoongi answers.
His eyes widen and he quickly looks away. “It’s not what you think!” He says. “Wait… really?” He notices how Yoongi’s voice becomes quiet and this time, he feels like it’s real. He looks back to Yoongi and his expression softens at the sight.
“Sorry, Hob-ah. I probably just made things awkward between us because I was so full of myself thinking that you feel the same way,” he panics when he sees a tear escaping from Yoongi’s eyes but the older one is quick to wipe away.
He reaches for Yoongi’s face and wipes away his tears himself using his thumbs with worry on his face. “Hyung, no. It’s not like that. I was just scared that you might only be joking and everything would be ruined if I did admit it. I do feel the same way,” he says and rests his forehead against the older’s and closes his eyes. “For ten years now,” he says and smiles softly.
He feels Yoongi’s palms against his cheeks and he leans in to the touch. “Me too, Hobi. Me too,” he hears him say. He opens his eyes and pulls away from Yoongi. He pushes away the strands of hair that’s blocking the older one’s eyes, putting them behind his ears.
Their eyes meet and he asks, “Can I… Can I kiss you?” Without any hesitation, Yoongi smiles at him softly and nods.
With that, Hoseok finally feels the pouty lips he’s been admiring ever since, soft against his. He feels so soft, the kiss so tender and love surrounding them. If only he didn’t have to pull away then he wouldn’t have.
Now, he sure will look for all the shades of pink that there is in Yoongi. And no matter how light or dark they are, he’ll love them as much as he loves the other. He’ll kiss every shade, sure that they’ll be as soft as the lips that he once admired in a distance which now he can feel.
What a lovely way to start their morning. A morning that’s filled with love and exchange of soft kisses and quiet whispers.