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Yoongi loves moments like these.
The softness of the blankets, the warmth of his love's body against his own. His legs tangles with his, inseparable because they don't want to be.
There is something on the TV, a show Jeongguk convinced him to watch. Something about demons and magic and a whole lot of nonsense. Not that it mattered, not when it meant he'd get to hold him like this.
Close.
Warm.
Here.
Yoongi nuzzles into Jeongguk's hair, taking a deep and comforting breath of the smell that is so uniquely him.
It smells like summer evenings and comforting touch with dreamy soft soft soft blankets.
It smells like always touching him because he physically needs to embed his love into Jeongguk's soul.
It smells like here. It smells like home.
Yoongi breathes it in in in, rests his head on top of Jeongguk's and closes his eyes. Takes a moment to soak it in, to feel his love and yearning for the person that was right there in his arms.
Jeongguk readjusts his head and takes a deep breath, melting into the couch and Yoongi's touch. Both of them too absorbed in each other and their touch to care for the world around them.
Only they mattered. Only them to each other.
A fan whirred a gentle breeze in the background, cooling their summer heated skin and softly tickling Yoongi's nose with Jeongguk's hair. With every passing breath, the tension that they always carry around with them slowly melts off their bodies. Stress had no place with them here. Not when their touch felt like this.
"You know I love you, right?", Yoongi hums into the embrace. Jeongguk's shirt has been long pushed up to his shoulders to give Yoongi's wondering hands more space, currently tracing nonsensical patterns across his love's back.
"I do, my love. I love you too", Jeongguk mumbles into the cushion of the couch and turns on his side to fully cuddle Yoongi, snuggling his head into Yoongi's chest and letting out a deep breath full of home and here and forever I choose you.
Sometimes Yoongi's touch turns to a gentle massage of hardened muscle. He'd gently and attentively kneads the stubborn knots and aches out of his boyfriend's back, works at them until they loose the last of their tension.
Sometimes his touch turns into scratches. Gently raking his blunt nails over sunkissed skin, leaving red trails over previously itchy skin. And often enough Yoongi likes to be mean, likes to tease and gently run his fingertips as light as a feather over the freshly scratched skin. Likes to feel the muscles twitch twitch twitch under Jeongguk's skin and hear him complain to stop the teasing, always with a smile on his lips and a soothing touch in tow.
But for now, just for them, Yoongi draws a plant on Jeongguk's back. He follows the shapes of leafs and flowers, paints a garden in his mind only for him to see and Jeongguk to feel.
"I love when you touch me like that", Jeongguk breathes into Yoongi's chest, squeezing his arms closer around Yoongi. "I'll never get enough of this."
Yoongi hums in agreement, pulling Jeongguk closer as well and takes another deep breath of Jeongguk, home and I love you's. He could also never get enough of this.
Jeongguk gingerly opens his eyes and plays with Yoongi's hair. A soft smile is on his lips and Yoongi can't help but lean into the heavenly touch.
There was something happening in their TV show, an over dramatic fight about something very solvable if only the characters started to actually talk to each other.
"Do you think he'll actually die and go to hell?", Jeongguk asks and Yoongi opens his eyes to see the ever familiar grin on Jeongguk's face.
"If they've been fighting about it for this long, it must be happening. Otherwise I'll be disappointed."
Jeongguk elbows him with a laugh. "You can't just wish for him to go to hell, that's mean!"
"Oh come on, as if you don't wanna know just how bad the CGI will be when they show what hell looks like", he answers with a smile tugging at his lips and presses a kiss on top of Jeongguk's head.
"Oh god, I haven't even thought of that", Jeongguk laughs and turns on his back to stretch his arms and legs. He looks up at Yoongi with a lazy smile tugging on his lips, his expression Yoongi can only describe as drunk on love. And he knows he's looking at Jeongguk with the same amount of love in his eyes.
Yoongi runs his hand over Jeongguk's exposed stomach and leans down to capture his lips in a kiss.
Kissing Jeongguk feels like the exploding multitudes of colors of a summer sunset, it feels like their souls finding each other in the vastness of life's symphony.
It feels like the laughter tickled out of them by walking barefoot in a flowery meadow, it feels like a hand brushing through tousled hair as Jeongguk draws on a lazy Sunday morning.
Kissing Jeongguk feels like the life Yoongi always dreamed of.
Forever home. Forever in love.
Forever him.