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it’s 5 am and the dorm is quiet, save for the obnoxious snoring coming from the maknae and leaders room. jimin and hoseok are getting ready to head out for their morning workout, jimin sitting on the living room sofa with his gym bag in his lap waiting for the elder dancer. the slam of a door tell the two young men that someone else has joined the living.
hoseok pads over to the noise for inspection, curiosity hitting him because who the hell else would be up right now. standing with hands inside of his shirt is taehyung, rubbing the sleep out from his eyes. he shakes the hair out of his face and looks to hoseok who watches him in awe.
the two silently stare at each other for a good minute before taehyung breaks the silence.
“good morning.” taehyung mumbles, voice rough and lower than normal.
the younger is greeted with more silence as hoseok continues to stare at him with a blank expression, eyes looking the younger up and down. taehyung points at the protein shake in the elders hand. “gym?” he tries again. more silence.
taehyung, too tired to play this game with hoseok, yawns and goes to turn back into their bedroom, but stops when hoseok takes a few steps closer to him.
taehyung feels a little less confused from the slightly awkward silence that hoseok gave him, and waits patiently for the elder to greet him like usual, a hug or a friendly pat on the head. some simple platonic gesture that helps the younger start his day. taehyung was wrong.
hoseok stands in front of taehyung, and casually brings his hand to cup behind the younger’s ear, thumb caressing his soft jaw line. before taehyung can question his actions, a familiar palm is sliding down the elastic band of his shorts.
“good morning to you too~” hoseok sings, his eyes turning into half moons. he gives taehyung a bright smile before wrapping long fingers around his dick and squeezes lightly, all the while making eye contact with the younger. taehyung’s breath hitches slightly and his hand falls out of his shirt and grabs the wrist that’s lightly tickling his face. hoseok strokes taehyung twice before sliding his hand back out, ending with a few pats to the younger’s butt. hoseok shoos taehyung to bed and pouting the younger drags himself back into the room, closing the door behind him with his foot.
in the taxi on the way to the gym jimin is playing games on hoseok’s phone. “ew hyung gross, what the fuck.” jimin whines before throwing the phone to hoseok. confused hoseok picks it up and smiles to what he sees on the screen.
“don’t be such a baby, it’s not like yoongi sends you pictures of flowers all the time.” he teases as he types his reply to the message that interrupted jimin’s gaming. “whatever hyung, i don’t get nudes at 6 in the morning.” jimin retorts before pulling his own phone from his hoodie pocket and ignoring whatever reply that hoseok throws at him.