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“don’t you dare! don’t you fucking dare!” jungkook cried, his whole body moving with the wheel as he sped around the final corner. “jung fucking hoseok, don’t you-”
jungkook didn’t even get to finish his sentence before hoseok’s yoshi crossed the finish line, his hands thrown above his head in victory, hollering loudly. “that’s how it’s done, jeon jungkook!”
if there was one thing that got jungkook’s blood boiling it was losing. he hated losing with a passion, especially at something like mario kart, something that was supposed to be easy. mario kart was something jungkook always expected to win, so when he didn’t…
he turned away from hoseok in a huff, throwing his controller to the floor when he crossed the finish line. in second place. how humiliating.
“i beat you, jungkookie!” hoseok sing songed, nuzzling against jungkook’s temple. jungkook barely reacted, his arms crossed across his chest and a frown on his face. “c’mon, kookie, don’t be a sore loser. embrace my victory and give me a kiss as a reward.”
“no.” jungkook sniffed with indignance. “you can sleep on the couch tonight.”
“aw, kookie, don’t be like that,” hoseok pouted and tried to wrap his arms around a resisting jungkook. “second place isn’t too bad.”
that, however, felt like salt had been rubbed into jungkook’s already gaping wounds. second place may not be bad, but it wasn’t first place and it, therefore, was not good enough. jungkook liked being first place. it was a much better place than second.
hoseok sighed in defeat as jungkook refused to relent. “you’ll get lonely in bed on your own, though.”
“no, i won’t.” jungkook stood up, his back to hoseok. “it’s you that will miss me.”
hoseok could only smile fondly at jungkook’s stubbornness. if there was one thing the boy was good at, it was making everything into a competition. he certainly was lucky that hoseok loved a challenge.
“if you say so, babe.” hoseok pushed himself to his feet, making his way over to the linen closet. jungkook still refused to look at him as he pulled a blanket and a pillow out, closing the closet again behind him. “now. if you don’t mind, i would like to go to bed.”
“oh.” jungkook seemed flustered for only a second before his regained his composure. “goodnight, then.”
a throat was cleared as jungkook began making his way towards their (no longer) shared bedroom. “don’t i get a goodnight kiss, kookie?” hoseok put on his best pout as jungkook looked back and glared at him. “i take it that’s a no?”
“goodnight, hyung.”
hoseok rolled his eyes at jungkook’s childishness, the door to their bedroom clicking shut. he could only find himself amused by jungkook’s act as he spread the blanket out across the couch. really, his boyfriend was just a bit of a sore loser.
he turned the television and the wii off, setting the living room back in order. it always seemed to end up in a complete state when they played on the wii; they tended to jump around a lot while playing. there were cushions spread around the floor and one of the small ornaments from jungkook’s mother that sat on the television stand had been knocked over.
after brushing his teeth, hoseok lay back onto the couch, settling himself in. he reached out for his phone, the brightness of the screen hurting his eyes in the dark. it had been a good half hour since jungkook had disappeared into the bedroom and hoseok smiled into the darkness. he started the phone’s stopwatch and locked the phone.
as he had expected, hoseok was woken up a little while later by his phone vibrating right next to his ear. he stared at the ceiling for a moment, blinking sleep from his eyes and waiting for his vision to get lighter.
kookie♥: hyung
kookie♥: are you awake
hoseok: maybe
kookie♥: i cant sleep
kookie♥: im lonely
hoseok beamed at the last text, his eyes reading over it several times. he knew jungkook would be the first to swallow his pride and crack.
he checked the stopwatch before climbing off the couch, shuffling over to their (once again) shared bedroom. he had to stop halfway to stretch and crack his back - sleeping on the couch really wasn’t good for his old age.
(jungkook would have hit him because 26 isn’t old, hyung, shut up!)
jungkook was sitting upright in the bed when he walked in, his face illuminated by his phone. thanks to the dim blue light, hoseok was able to see jungkook’s eyes light up when he saw hoseok, his posture straightening.
“it took you an hour and thirty six minutes to call me back here,” hoseok whispered as he climbed into the bed next to jungkook. “you lasted longer than last time by a whole twelve minutes.”
“shut up,” jungkook grumbled but his actions seemed to contradict his huffy tone. hoseok was barely in the bed before jungkook was clinging to him, a head on his chest and a fingers curling into his tshirt. he tangled their legs together, a sigh of contentment leaving his lips when hoseok slipped an arm around his shoulders and brought him closer.
“you missed me, huh?” hoseok teased, pressing a kiss to the top of jungkook’s head. “it’s okay to admit it.”
jungkook hummed noncommittally, sleep already beginning to take over him now that he had his hoseok hyung back with him. “i missed you a little.”
“only a little?”
“only a little.” jungkook smiled softly against hoseok’s chest, snuggling in a bit more. “i like it more when you’re here than when you’re not.”
“that’s probably the cheesiest thing i’m gonna get out of you for months.” hoseok chuckled quietly. a warm, comfortable atmosphere had settled over the two, sleep tugging at hoseok’s eyelids. “i wish i had a camera.”
“sure, hyung.” jungkook was barely even paying attention to what hoseok was saying by that point. “go to sleep.”
“brat.” hoseok clicked his tongue but buried his face into jungkook’s hair anyway. “love you.”
“love you too, hyung.”