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There’s nothing quite liking coming home after a long day, shucking off your coat, and reveling in the warmth the indoors bring. In mid-January, it’s already starting to darken as most return home from their jobs, and with the way it’s been snowing softly all the day, the entire world has been transformed into a white, sparkly wonderland by sunset. When they could, Hoseok and Jimin took walks on afternoons like this one, but it’s been awhile since that could happen, Jimin looked away inside the past couple months. It’s frustrating, and Jimin finds himself pulling the curtains closed so he doesn’t have to see the outside world he’s still not well enough to experience like he used to.
The door cracks open while Jimin is in the bathroom, and at the sound of the keypad unlocking and door hinges squeaking, he scrambles to pull on a shirt and leave the bathroom.
He goes to greet Hoseok at the door, pulling the older down into a hug. Hoseok relaxes into it, letting his bag slip from his shoulder and drop to the ground so he can wrap his own arms around Jimin.
“How was your day?” Hoseok asks, moving to shift back but Jimin doesn’t let go. It feels nice. When they were both working, it wasn’t quite so noticeable, but being stuck home alone for most of the day has made it near intolerable.
“It was fine.” They both know it’s a lie. Jimin can’t see Hoseok, but he imagines his boyfriend is pressing his lips together, corners turned down. As it is, he can feel the way Hoseok’s fingers tighten just slightly on him before relaxing again.
“Well, mine was terrible.” Hoseok sighs dramatically, pulling back to give Jimin a teasing smile. “So I guess you’re just gonna have to deal with me using you as my personal teddy bear.”
Jimin groans, falling easily into the act. “You’re so gross.”
“Is that any way to talk to someone after a bad day? I’m hurt, Jiminnie.”
“You’re overdramatic is what you are.” Jimin snorts, already feeling a bit better. It’s amazing how just Hoseok’s presence can warm up the cold that’s seeped into Jimin’s heart.
“You love me the way I am.” Hoseok replies, and leans in for a kiss. Jimin pulls back though, coughing awkwardly. Confusion flickers through Hoseok’s eyes, and then it’s gone, Hoseok straightening up and clasping his hands together. “Right, so, blanket night?”
“Sounds good.” Jimin says, voice soft, “Go make the cocoa, and I’ll grab the blankets.”
Hoseok’s eyes flicker down to Jimin’s leg almost subconsciously. “Are you sure?”
“I’ll be fine.” Jimin waves him off, already heading towards the blanket closet. “I’m not that broken Hobi, geez.”
Hoseok chuckles and leaves for the kitchen while Jimin gathers as many blankets he can hold in his arms at one time.
It’s a thing they do sometimes, on days they don’t feel their best. It started back in their college days, when the dorm heating left much to be desired, on those late nights during finals and midterms got to them. When the entire world felt like it was swallowing them up whole, and Jimin first found Hoseok curled up at the centre of a mass of a blankets, eyes swollen from crying. It had always been Hoseok’s way to cope when things got bad, or even just when he wanted that extra bit of comfort, and it had worn onto Jimin as well.
It isn’t always a bad moments thing nowadays, mostly a way to relax after the stress of work, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be. Jimin knows it’s for him, the blanket night, but he’s glad Hoseok hasn’t made a big deal out of it. He knows Hoseok wants to, but with the amount of coddling Jimin had gone through in the past few weeks, they’re both terribly aware of what will happen if Hoseok tries to be too overbearing.
It only takes a moment to spread the blankets across the ground in front of the couch, and Jimin sinks into them, pulling the soft blue comforter around his shoulders and bunching a checkered fleece near his head. A third is draped over himself and the empty spot for Hoseok.
Hobi comes in then, mugs in hand, and Jimin lifts the blankets so Hobi can curl in beside him. The elder does so, handing one of the mugs to Jimin so he can get in without risk of spilling anything on himself.
Jimin takes a sip while Hoseok gets settled, humming at the taste.
“It good?” Hoseok asks, to which Jimin replies with a grunt of confirmation. Of course it is. It’s always good.
They stay like that, Hoseok tucked into Jimin's side, sipping their cocoa as they talk in low voices about their day. It’s all shallow conversation, not meant to do anything but fill the air, but it’s nice. It’s nice to hear about Hoseok’s day, to hear about the antics of his co-workers, the latest office related incident, and most of all, about the kids at the dance studio.
Jimin misses his kids terribly. He misses teaching Yeonjoo how to do a proper plie, misses counting just a little bit louder when Yoojung or Mina fall a step behind. He’s forever thankful to Hoseok for taking over his studio while he’s recovering but that doesn’t mean he isn’t itching to return himself.
As they talk, Hoseok tries to sneak kisses sometimes, nuzzling his face in Jimin's neck and pressing kisses along his jawline and nipping at his collarbones. They’re soft, almost ticklish, and Jimin whines, trying to push Hoseok away. He eventually gives up, though, and instead retaliates with kisses of his own.
The drinks are long forgotten on the coffee table as they curl around each other, talking and kissing softly. At some point, Hoseok had shifted, and they end up with Hoseok lying in between the younger’s legs, Jimin's hands playing with Hoseok's hair absentmindedly. It’s calming, playing with his own hair, but with Hoseok’s it’s even better. Hoseok’s eyes flutter closed at the feeling, sighing from his place in Jimin’s lap.
“How’s the leg?” Hoseok asks eventually, hand coming to rest right above Jimin’s knee. Jimin had rid of the plaster cast a couple days prior, but he’s still in a walking cast, crutches leaned up against the wall in case he needs them.
“It’s good,” Jimin says around the edge of his cup. “Barely hurts anymore. I can probably go back soon.”
The corners of Hoseok’s mouth turn down, and he sets his cup on the table. “Jimin—”
“Don’t give me that look,” Jimin says, still not looking at him, but then he looks down and shoots his boyfriend a soft, reassuring smile. “I really am doing better. Besides, I have to get back into the gym soon.”
Since the accident, Jimin has softened up, unable to maintain his former work-out routine with a bum leg. Without his daily exercise, his muscles had started to fade, and combined with Hoseok’s habit of cooking too much and Jimin unable to resist Hoseok’s food, what was once a carved and sculpted body now resembles something closer to a marshmallow (in Jimin’s opinion). His cheeks and thighs had filled out, and his stomach... Jimin cringes just thinking about it.
All his hard work, gone down the drain. It was going to take months to get back to where he had been before.
Hoseok wiggles so he’s facing towards Jimin, his hands finding their way to Jimin’s hips and nails lightly digging into the fat there. “Mmmm, but you feel so nice Jiminnie. Do you have to? Rest some more. Your body needs it.”
Jimin shifts uncomfortably, free hand moving to push Hoseok’s away. It’s an unusual action— though Jimin isn’t as touchy as Hoseok, it’s rare for him to reject the elder.
“Are you okay, Minnie?” There’s no reply for a moment, but when he does, it’s soft and almost in pain.
“Don’t touch me Hobi, please, you know...” He trails off, but from the way Hoseok tenses, Jimin can tell he caught the meaning. He always does. He’d been there since Jimin was young and far from sculpted, had been the one cheering on Jimin’s gym success while simultaneously telling him he didn’t need to change. He’s seen every side of Jimin, good, bad, and ugly. He’d been there when Jimin toed the line between “getting fit” and destroying his body, he’s been the one to take care of Jimin whenever the younger falls into these moods.
Like the flick of a switch, Hoseok’s attitude changes, softens and hardens in the same instant.
“I know you’re beautiful.” Hoseok says. His tone isn’t forceful, but it’s impossible to argue with. Jimin tries anyway.
“Maybe before, but after this... Hobi, I’m ugly.”
Hoseok looks affronted by the mere idea. “Who told you that nonsense?”
“No one had to tell me, it’s the truth. My body... it’s gross now. I’m gross now. I’m fat, disgusting.”
Hoseok’s frown is more intense now, eyes dark.
“You are not. And even if you were fat, why should it matter? You’re still my Jimin, I’ll love you no matter what you look like, muscle pig or squishy marshmallow.”
Jimin pushes at Hoseok, more forcefully this time, and Hoseok lets go. “Whatever.” It’s dismissive, and Hoseok finds himself starting at Jimin’s tone. It’s the same tone Jimin gives Hoseok when he doesn’t believe Hoseok, and it hurts to have it applied now.
It hurts because Hoseok loves Jimin. More than anything. He loves how smart and talented and motivated the younger is. He loves that even when things get rough, he doesn't give up and finds another way.
He loves waking up next to Jimin every morning, seeing his sleep-swollen eyes and drowsy smile. Loves having Jimin lazily hang off of him as he makes breakfast.
He loves how protected Jimin makes him feel, how he can cling to the younger and always have someone steadying him. Loves when Jimin wraps his arms around Hoseok in return, how safe and warm Jimin makes him feel.
But sometimes... Sometimes it isn't Hoseok who needs that protection. There’s days where Jimin is tired, where he’s the one curling up in Hoseok’s side, when he becomes quiet and soft and whiny. Sometimes Hoseok sees him look in the mirror and cringe, sees the way Jimin curls in on himself afterward. Sees how he’ll push around his food as if he isn't hungry even though that's the third time he’d said it that day. With the accident and the subsequent inability to exercise, the insecurities in Jimin seem to have doubled, seem to have gone back to not long after they’d met. And it hurts.
It hurts because Jimin doesn't always realize he’s beautiful, but Hoseok does.
He’s addicted to the younger’s smile, his laugh, his eyes, his hands. He loves Jimin, muscular or not, will spend just as much time outlining Jimin’s washboard abs as he will pressing kisses into nothing but soft tummy. There isn't a version of Jimin that Hoseok doesn't love, and it's about time Jimin realizes that.
Jimin makes to get up, and Hoseok lunges forward, grabbing Jimin’s hand.
“Wait, Jiminnie, please.” Jimin gives him a look, vulnerable and nervous, teeth chewing on his bottom lip. “Just... please... let me...”
“Let you what, Hoseok?” Though he already knows. He’s tense as Hoseok leans forward, as Hoseok pushes him back into the pile of blankets, hands coming to rest on either side of Jimin.
“Hobi, I... I’m not sure...”
“Can I try something? Please?” Jimin gnaws at his bottom lip, avoiding Hoseok’s eyes, but eventually a soft ‘yes’, slips from his mouth, and Hoseok takes that as a go ahead.
Hoseok starts slow, doesn't try to pull off Jimin’s shirt immediately like before, but instead lets his mouth slide along Jimin’s throat while gentle fingers make their way under the thin fabric.
“Your jawline is incredible.” Hoseok comments, “and so are your collarbones. Absolutely delicious.” He emphasizes his point with a quick nip at the thin bone. Jimin lets out a breathy laugh, pink colouring his face, though he’s still stiff, tense.
“That's so weird, who gets excited about collarbones?”
Hoseok chuckles softly and continues on. His hand slips down Jimin’s arm and picks one of Jimin’s hands up in his own, letting their fingers link together and marveling at the size difference.
“I know you think they’re too small, but I love your hands. They fit so perfectly in mine, wanna hold them forever.” Hoseok kisses each finger individually, and Jimin shoves his hand in Hoseok’s face.
“Stop it,” Jimin whines, but he seems more comfortable now, “Hobi, you’re being ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously in love with you.”
Jimin lets out a strangled sound and shuts his eyes, heading falling back onto the blanket.
Hoseok drops Jimin’s hand, and moves downwards, deeming Jimin relaxed enough to move on.
His fingers play with the edge of Jimin’s shirt, pads of his fingers brushing along the small strip of exposed skin. Jimin sighs, eyes fluttering at the soft touch. “Can I?” He asks, eyes soft, unexpectant. Jimin nods, biting his lip slightly. Hoseok slips one hand under a bit, but makes no move to pull it off.
“Are you sure? It’s alright if you say no.”
Jimin hesitates, but nods again. “I’m... I’m sure. Go ahead.” At that, his hands push Jimin’s t-shirt up to his chest, Jimin’s stomach bared to the world. It’s soft and cute, the layer of fat over muscle making it slightly pudgy, and Hoseok isn’t lying when he says it's the most attractive stomach he’s has ever seen.
“You’re so perfect.” Hoseok breathes, warm air brushing over Jimin’s belly. He presses a kiss to the soft skin, loving how his lips meet nothing but squishy flesh. “Every inch of you.”
“I'm, I'm not-” Jimin breathes out shakily. He's a little stiff again, now that he’s been partially undressed. Hoseok can sense the nausea that's rolling off the younger, almost feels sick himself at how uncomfortable the younger seems to be. Jimin’s hands move to push his shirt back down, and Hoseok’s catches them in his own, stopping him.
“Shhh, it's okay.”
“I feel gross, Hoseok, I can't, I can’t do this, please stop looking, I-”
“You're nowhere near gross.” Hoseok promises, squeezing Jimin’s hands. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” A groan. “God, you're so gorgeous Jiminnie.”
There's no response, and Hoseok continues on, letting one hand drop to Jimin’s side to rub soothing circles into the skin.
“I love your cute little stomach. I love how I can squish it, how sweet and soft you look. Your abs are cool Jimin, but I’ve always loved your soft stomach even more. Makes my heart swell up and get all weird. Wanna hold you, touch you... could just eat you up. So cute, my Jiminnie.”
To prove his point, Hoseok blows a raspberry onto Jimin’s stomach, and his boyfriend shrieks.
“But you’re hot too.” Hoseok shifts, voice getting just a bit deeper, a bit rougher. “You're so irresistible Jimin, every time I see you I think about how much I want you.” As he says this, Hoseok drags the calloused pads of his fingers down Jimin’s torso from pecs to the band of his underwear, and Jimin shivers underneath his touch. Jimin’s lips fall open to say something, but Hoseok stops him with a sharp bit at his hip, already knowing what Jimin wants to say. “I’m not lying, baby. You look so good like this, so soft and perfect.”
Jimin closes his mouth and softens a little more in Hoseok’s hold. Hoseok continues to press his lips to Jimin’s stomach, little butterfly kisses from the edge of his shirt all the way down. Fingers come to thread their way into Hoseok’s hair, nails scraping against his scalp. Hoseok shivers, always sensitive, but forces himself to focus. This is about Jimin, after all.
As he kisses Jimin’s stomach, Hoseok’s hands come to rest on Jimin’s hips, squeezing the fat there. “God Jimin, you feel so nice. Just right.” He presses a bit harder, and Jimin lets out a breathy squeak. “Such nice hips, so easy to hold onto. You feel so perfect like this. Feel so right.”
His tongue runs from one side to the other, along the bit of soft skin right above the band of Jimin’s underwear. Jimin is trembling underneath him, hands grips Hoseok’s locks just a little bit harder, and Hoseok smiles against Jimin’s skin.
His large hands slip a little further, squeezing Jimin’s round butt and eliciting a soft moan from the younger. Hoseok hums, kneading Jimin’s ass through his shorts. “You have the best ass, you know that? No one else’s could ever beat it. I could stare at your ass all day and never get bored.”
Jimin snorts, tugging harshly at Hoseok’s hair (Hoseok actually moaned that time) “God you’re so embarrassing.”
“You love it.” Hoseok’s gives Jimin’s butt one last hard squeeze and moves to Jimin’s legs, hooking his hands behind Jimin’s knees and spreading them slightly, just enough to slip between them. Jimin’s shorts ride up, revealing the thick, fatty thighs previously hidden beneath them.
Hoseok’s mouths ghosts its way down Jimin’s thighs, kissing and licking at the wide expanse of skin. “Your thighs are magical, Jiminnie. Soft honey thighs, god how’d I get so lucky. I could live between your thighs.” Hoseok’s teeth graze against the fragile skin on the inside of Jimin’s thighs, and Jimin’s legs slipped further open as if on command, a soft sigh slipping through his lips.
“Your lips feel good.” Jimin mumbles. Hoseok’s entire face brightens.
“Your thighs feel good on my lips.” Hoseok sucks at the skin near Jimin’s crotch, pulling back after a moment to lick over the dark mark he’d left behind. He does the same on the other side, all the while letting his hands run up and down from ass to knee, pressing into the supple flesh.
Hoseok leans back eventually, eyeing his handiwork, purple marks littering the inside of Jimin’s thighs. When Hoseok leans in again, his mouth finds an open spot and he bites down, harder than before. Jimin jerks in his hold, eyes flying open.
“Hobi!”
Hoseok just laughs. “Sorry Minnie, your thighs look too good, I couldn’t resist.” For that, Jimin gives an especially rough pull at Hoseok’s hair, strands tugging at his scalp painfully.
Hoseok’s eyes water. “Right, okay.”
When Hoseok returns his attention to Jimin’s legs, it’s a bit further down this time. Hoseok lets his hands hover momentarily on the small scars on Jimin’s knee before wrapping gently around Jimin’s foot, pulling his leg up. Hoseok’s fingers brush softly over the thick, puckered scar along his ankle, and the happiness that was on Jimin’s face fades.
“It’s ugly, I know.” Jimin sounds positively miserable again, and Hoseok’s heart clenches. He bends down and grazes his lips against the damaged skin, from one end of the scar to the other.
“Nothing about you is ugly, Jiminnie. Your scar is beautiful. It’s a sign you’ve healed, are still healing. It, uh...” For a moment, it’s Hoseok who can’t speak, trying to hold back the tears. He clears his throat and tries again, stroking the scar with his thumb. “Your scar is pretty Minnie, just like you. Shows how strong you are. Warriors all have scars, and you’re the bravest warrior I know.”
Jimin shakes beneath him, and when Hoseok looks up, tears have made their way into the corners of Jimin’s eyes. He swoops up for a moment and kisses the tears away. “I love you so much Jimin, you’re so beautiful.”
“Hobi...” Jimin’s voice is soft, choked up. “Hobi, I love you so much, you’re so good to me, you’re, you’re—” Hoseok captures Jimin’s lips in a kiss, shifting so he can properly hold onto the younger. His hands are in Jimin’s hair while Jimin’s have drifted to Hoseok’s waist.
It’s not a feverish kiss by any means— it’s soft, sweet, Hoseok slowly moving his lips against Jimin’s. Emotions pour into the kiss, a silent “I’m here, I love you, you’re perfect”, that rattles through both their heads, making their hearts pound and tears prick their eyes. Jimin uses his hold on Hoseok to drag his boyfriend’s hips down, pressing their bodies together. A familiar thrill runs through them both at the shift, Hoseok whimpering at being handled roughly.
“You feel good Minnie?” Hoseok asks breathily. “You wanna take control?” Jimin nods, gripping Hoseok’s sharp hips tighter before slipping them in Hoseok’s back pockets to grip his ass. Hoseok’s eyes close for a moment, breath stuttering.
“Yeah, okay, that’s, let’s do that, um-” but Jimin is kissing him again, a little harder than before, tongue slipping into Hoseok’s mouth easily. The heat seems to rise, and now it’s Hoseok shaking in Jimin’s grip. Something curls deep in their stomachs, and when Hoseok presses down a bit more, it elicits a sharp gasp from them both.
A soft weight dropping onto the blankets startles them both, and they break apart, only for Hoseok to laugh.
“Mickey-ah~” Hoseok coos, dragging the small dog up to eye-level. Mickey wiggles and licks at Hoseok’s cheek, cold and wet. Hoseok makes a face and moves Mickey away, shoving him towards Jimin.
“Ah, no, lick him instead!”
Jimin lets out a strangled laugh and hid his face behind his hands. “Gross! Hoseok!”
“Come on, get him, get him!”
Jimin struggles to get away, and Hoseok follows, their laughter and Mickey’s barks filling the apartment.
Outside, the snow is still falling, the moon now high in the sky, but Jimin can’t find it in him to care. He has Hoseok to warm him up inside, and at the end of the day?
That’s all that matters.