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yoongi doesn’t really believe in any sort of god. he stopped attending church a long, long time ago. he doesn’t abide to a religion, mostly out of laziness. yoongi doesn’t believe in god, but he does believe in kim seokjin. watching seokjin wake up in the morning is the closest he’s ever gotten to a religious experience.
he doesn’t do it on purpose. he’s not creepy. he just tends to wake up earlier than seokjin (or, if he’s being truthful, he’s usually still awake when the sun rises) and therefore gets to experience the pleasure of watching him drift back into consciousness. this is what yoongi treasures most, above anything else in the world. him and jin, encased in their own private little bubble of soft smiles and warm touches. no anxiety, no fear, just them, quiet and calm and fitting together perfectly. yoongi watches, holding his breath, as seokjin stirs quietly in his arms. (yoongi insisted on being the big spoon, even if seokjin is too broad for him to do it properly.) seokjin turns around in his sleep and presses his face into yoongi’s chest, his cheek warm and a little damp from drool against his bare skin. yoongi would normally pretend to raise a fuss and push him away because gross, jin, but he loves him too much to nudge him away when he’s so cozy.
instead of pretending to be annoyed like he would in public, yoongi slides his hand over the soft curve of seokjin’s waist and draws him in a little closer, fingers dipping under his shirt to trace over his back in the way that seokjin likes. it relaxes him, he said.
yoongi hesitates- he doesn’t want to wake him up (he would let seokjin sleep forever if he could) but he also knows seokjin will give him hell if he lets him wake up late. he decides seokjin will forgive him for waking him up and pats his back gently, but with a little force.
“wake up, jinnie,” he sing songs in the voice seokjin hates. “you have to get up and do adult things.”
seokjin mumbles nonsense, something along the lines of “ but i don’t want to ,” and presses his nose into yoongi’s neck, gives it a sloppy kiss before turning onto his back and stretching his arms slowly above his head, keeping his eyes shut tight against the sun. his pretty lips part in a yawn and they quirk in annoyance once they close again. and seokjin calls yoongi lazy. at least it doesn’t take yoongi thirty years to wake up in the morning.
his hair is so soft and fluffs around his head in a light brown halo, a little mussed but otherwise unfairly perfect despite tossing and turning all night. his cheeks are pink from the warmth of their bed and his face is a little puffy with sleep, and it’s almost too much for yoongi to handle at once. he has to deal with this every morning. his body is too small to contain this much emotion at such an ungodly hour. “come on,” yoongi says softly, sitting up in bed and pulling the covers away from seokjin just a bit in order to get him to move.
that helped seokjin’s cause, if anything. the blanket falls down his waist and reveals a strip of stomach, his shirt rucked up somewhere near his ribs after he stretched. seokjin is lightly tanned and soft- soft to look at, soft to touch, and god, yoongi would love to touch. the clock tells him that he doesn’t really have time to touch but how is he supposed to walk away from this?
yoongi settles for a quick kiss, or two, or maybe three. but not on the mouth, because seokjin refuses to kiss him before they’ve both brushed their teeth vigorously. yoongi moves down the bed just a little so he won’t have to bend too much (he’s old, after all), and places his hand back on seokjin’s waist, rubbing his thumb over the raised bump of his hipbone. then he shifts, pressing his lips lightly to the spot just below his belly button. seokjin jumps in surprise but sinks lower into the mattress once he realizes it’s just yoongi, throwing an arm over his eyes to hide from the light as yoongi kisses his stomach again, this time somewhere below his solar plexus. seokjin hums in appreciation and yoongi can’t stop himself from smiling just a little bit. he presses his nose into seokjin’s softness for just a moment- he smells like sleep and vanilla and something else that yoongi can’t name- before leaving one more soft kiss against his belly. seokjin reaches down and brushes his fingers through yoongi’s hair affectionately in a way that makes his stomach feel like someone is twisting it into intricate knots.
then, of course, yoongi bites him.
“yoongi!” seokjin yelps, rolling onto his side and curling into himself to protect his middle. “who raised you?”
“cave goblins. but you’re awake now, aren’t you? problem solved.” yoongi falls back onto the pillows and rolls onto his side to face seokjin. seokjin is still shielding his face in defense against the light but yoongi pulls at it impatiently and twines his fingers between seokjin’s once seokjin lets him have his hand.
“you’re so sappy in the morning,” seokjin says with a sweet little smile that yoongi likes to think is reserved for yoongi and yoongi alone. “it’s nice. i love it.”
“you’re sappy all the time. i’ve got to balance it out so we don’t give everyone around us diabetes,” yoongi explains, very scientifically. seokjin smiles at him again and uncurls from his defensive position, pulling yoongi clumsily against his front in one jerky motion. seokjin is many things, but he’s the opposite of smooth. that’s one of the many things yoongi loves about him.
“ah, smart. i’m glad you’re looking out for the rest of the world. but i wouldn’t mind if you decided to hold my hand a little more often,” seokjin adds. he’s invaded yoongi’s space so quickly and all at once, big and warm and soft against his front. even if yoongi wanted to argue, he couldn’t.
“noted,” yoongi says dumbly, staring up at seokjin with unbridled affection now that he’s been caught off guard. seokjin doesn’t make fun of him, because of course he wouldn’t. he’s seokjin. but yoongi still hates feeling vulnerable like this. seokjin throws him off kilter and he doesn’t like feeling so lost. seokjin, thankfully, is an actual saint and has never exploited his powers over yoongi. yoongi trusts that he never will.
“hey,” yoongi says suddenly, voice rough. his eyes skirt along the wall because he’s too big of a coward to look at seokjin. “i love you. like, a lot.”
seokjin laughs softly, but yoongi doesn’t miss the pink in his cheeks. “i would hope so. it’s been almost three years now. but i love you too. a lot.” he leans in to give yoongi a kiss, breaking his own rules, but yoongi meets him halfway.
(before seokjin gets up entirely, he pins yoongi down with his weight and refuses to let him back up until he’s completely reciprocated the surprise belly kisses that yoongi attacked him with earlier. yoongi is all too willing to put up with the punishment.)