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Finally, Yoongi can go back home.
If he could describe his week, he'd say hectic. His rests weren't enough and the time spent with Seokjin was getting smaller and smaller. He felt he owed his caring boyfriend some time too. Driving alone on the dark and lull night, Yoongi was trying his hardest not to fall asleep in the middle of his driving, the photo of Seokjin and him together in one of their first dates hanging in the window being the source of his energy.
Once he parks and gets out of the car, he enters his apartment as cautious as possible, not wanting to wake up his lover from his possible slumber. Seokjin usually doesn't stay up late at night since his energy during the day isn't the best one. Carefully opening the door, Yoongi takes off his shoes and his coat, and places the keys on the small table that's near him. He really should take a shower but right now he doesn't feel like he has enough energy to do so. He just wants to fall asleep with his boyfriend on his side, who's just as tired from work as him.
Yoongi enters their shared room with the least noise possible, closing the door and quietly closing the soft creamy color curtains but leaving the windows half-open. He opens the wardrobe and tries to find his pajamas in the dark when he hears the click sound of a night lamp being turned on.
"Is it you?" he asks with a small voice and Yoongi turns around to see a Seokjin with barely open eyes through the dim light.
"Go back to sleep, love. I'll be with you in no time," he says and Seokjin hums but he doesn't sleep again. Instead, he waits for him to join without turning off the light. Then, Yoongi finds the clothes and changes slowly, stumbling tiredly. When he's done, he lays down and presses his head on Seokjin's chest with his arms making their way to encircle his waist, pulling him closer. Closing his eyes, Seokjin's slender hand caresses his cheek gently, fingertips drawing the line of his strong jawline. Yoongi was in a blissful state and he felt his eyes closing with every gentle move.
"Long day?" Seokjin asks and his lover could notice the worry in his voice. Seokjin wouldn't show the fact he worries way too much for him, but Yoongi always took notice of it, not saying a word until he realizes Seokjin has been going through lots of sleepless nights trying to know if he had dinner after work or if he actually slept enough. Yoongi didn't want him to put that weight on himself for it and he finally made it after a long day of him trying to win over his boyfriend's stubborn mindset.
"Yeah, there were lots of things to do and I'm so tired," he answers and Seokjin hums, his hand now resting on his face. He could see the way Yoongi blinked tenderly and got surprised when he turned his body and he lay on top of him, clutching Seokjin's waist even tighter and entwining their legs together.
Usually, Yoongi is the one who got to be the smaller spoon or be the pillow for Seokjin due to their height differences. Yoongi, compared to his lover, has always been less big body-wise and height-wise, so it was in Seokjin's nature to practically melt under his soft and nurturing arms.
Seokjin carefully presses his hands down to the mattress and moves up so he can sit, turning off the night lamp first. Yoongi, as if he were a sloth, kept his body glued on Seokjin's and his lover giggles when his breath hits his neck. Then, he puts his hands on his wide back while he presses delicate kisses on his cheeks and goes down to his neck. It's after some minutes of feather-like pressed pecks, Seokjin finally talks again with a small grin.
"This reminds me of the first time we kissed."
(At that time, Yoongi and Seokjin were 16. Neighbors since babies, Seokjin was the first one who proudly showed his clearly infatuation over his childhood best friend at the tender age of 12, while Yoongi was rather shy about it. One day, they were in the elder's bedroom playing some video games on the floor when Yoongi started to get too affectionate towards him, such as long stares, sneaky hand touches, and long and tight hugs whenever they'd win which made Seokjin feel on cloud nine. And then, it just naturally happened as they both leaned and Yoongi fell smoothly on his back, following Seokjin's movements while he gripped his shoulders and the elder one held his waist at the same time.
"I like you," he whispered to him, his plush lips not touching Yoongi's even if they were millimeters away from another kiss. His fingers dug subtly his waist, as if he were trying to keep him even closer.
"I like you too," Yoongi whispered back, the red tint on his nose and cheeks making Seokjin blush too as he tried not to show the way his heart was at the verge of bursting out from his chest.
And that was enough for them to kiss again.
Since then, they've always shared stolen and breathless kisses, letting Yoongi display his emotions through awkward and unsure physical affection. When he discovered Seokjin loved being spoiled with kisses, Yoongi grew more and more confident to the point his now boyfriend begged him for more until he felt ticklish from all of them.)
"And I remember when you weren't that tall," he says, his fingers now on his nape drawing irregular figures. A sheepish smile formed on Seokjin mouth, it was a fact they practically have seen each other growing up and maturing together.
"Hm, I grew up really fast."
(There was a time when Seokjin and Yoongi were the same height, the younger even being a little bit taller than him. They didn't have those teasing moments coming from Seokjin until they measured themselves and they saw how he grew up two more centimeters.
"I'm taller than you!" a 15-year-old Seokjin says with a thrill, making him upset. What started with light jokes between their heights, became constant teasing when Seokjin suddenly grew way faster and taller in 3 years to the point he reached a bit more than 1,80 meters tall. Yoongi was shocked as he realized he needed to look up to face him or stand on his tippy toes to kiss him.
"Look at you, Yoongi. You're so short," he teases him, bending down to pet his head and the younger looked at him with annoyed eyes. He, sadly, stayed on his not much more than 1,70 meters after puberty. But even so, Seokjin loved to carry him on his back as he has also grown surprisingly stronger throughout the years.
It also leads to some confusions related to their respective ages. Yoongi, who's exactly three months and five days older than him, oftenly was mistaken as a boy in his barely 20s and it wasn't a surprise to Seokjin. He has always thought his lover had that soulful and naturally young presence teenagers usually would have, flourishing even in the dark times like a beautiful flower with its colorful petals to make the place around it more vivid.)
Seokjin runs his left hand on Yoongi's soft hair and he takes notice of its length. "Your hair got longer," he says rather to himself and his other hand sneaks under his pajama shirt, his fingers massaging in circles his tense muscles. Yoongi lets out a hum, content. His lover, then, hides his face on Seokjin's crook and just like the elder did, Yoongi kisses him and, playfully, licks the smooth skin to annoy him on purpose, knowing how much he dislikes it. Seokjin pinches his back and Yoongi groans, making the elder laugh tiredly.
"Stop, it's disgusting," he whispers with defeat.
"You don't say that in our making out sessions," Yoongi comments with a teasing whisper in his ear and Seokjin gasps when his lips suck on the soft flesh, in the most sensitive part of his neck. He continues biting and sucking until it's purplish and kisses his lips lazily. "You always smell so sweet."
(A flashback reproduces in Seokjin's mind, about how Seokjin said the same exact words when they first made love. And no, it wasn't as romantic or passionate as people try to make it seem. They were both awkward yet hormonal young adults, who had zero experience with these topics. Of course, they were each other's firsts in every sense. None of them was sure about who should top who in their first time, but they both agreed that Seokjin was more confident, so he undressed them as they kissed with need.
It was going smooth, perfect even, until Yoongi started making questions. Not normal ones, but rather… the curious type.
"How are we supposed to do this? I'm a bit scared," Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows. Seokjin patted his head and comforted him.
"Hey, if you don't want to do this, we can plan it out for another moment," the elder commented with a kiss on his shoulder and Yoongi shook his head with vehemence.
"No! Of course I want to, but we're not experienced and I want to make it memorable. Should we apply to sex classes? They must exist somewhere!"
At that point, Seokjin stopped hovering over the younger one and looked at him with weird eyes. "What?"
"Yeah, we can train ourselves and be experts!" Yoongi smiled and Seokjin blinked once, twice, before speaking with the most amused voice he could muster.
"Love, you know that this is not martial arts we're doing, right?"
Suddenly, the younger's face burnt deep red as he got embarrassed with the whole conversation. He was so inexperienced that his thoughts got the best of him, hiding himself in his own hands.
"God, this is so lame," Yoongi whispered, but Seokjin took them off from his face and looked at him with the most tender eyes he could have ever seen on his lover.
"It's not, I'm also a bit scared, but I love you and I want to do it with you — only if you still want to," he reassured him and Yoongi didn't know what got into him, if it was the spur of the moment but he threw himself into Seokjin's lips anew. A soft noise coming from his throat set their bodies on fire and, for once of all,
they could melt to each other, making Seokjin infatuated with the way Yoongi smelt and tasted so goddamn sweet and how Seokjin overwhelmed Yoongi with different bursting sensations.)
He could see the way he's blushing under the dark and Yoongi flips them around strongly, making the elder laugh. Now Seokjin is facing him again, he wraps him on his arms and kisses his forehead, pulling apart with a smooch.
"Why are you so cute?" he questions, almost strangling his small lover at the way he's hugging him with so much strength. Yoongi slaps his chest twice to let him breathe and Seokjin understands. Now is the elder who plays with his hair and peppers every part of his body with kisses. He starts with bringing Yoongi's hands on his own and pecks his knuckles, his fingers and palms, to finally hold them on his big ones. Then, continues with his jawline, cheeks and forehead once again while Yoongi practically melts under the soft touch of Seokjin's lips on his skin.
With his hands still held by the elder's, Yoongi observes his lover and softens when he thinks about the amount of love he still gives to him after lots of years together. He thinks of everything they have lived together… but also those moments he feared losing Seokjin with intense arguments and misunderstandings. He meant a lot to the younger, way more than words and actions could ever explain. He filled his heart and he can't even think about the painful emptiness he'd feel if they ended their relationship.
But his thoughts get blurred when he notices his own faint movements, eyes slowly giving up due to tiredness. Yoongi approaches closer, just enough for his hand to caress his arm and face, and resists for a little just to look at him until he falls asleep. He managed to whisper I love you and Seokjin smiled fondly, feeling butterflies all over his body.
And when Yoongi definitely fell asleep, the elder decided to fall asleep with him while pulling himself closer to him and unconsciously trapping him under his arms again.
"I love you too. A lot," were his last words before going to Dreamland, on his way to meet Yoongi and dream together until the next morning.