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Yoongi knocked on the door the door to Hoseok and Seokjin’s room. “Hoseok-ah, I’m coming in to bring you water, okay?” He warned. The others had gone out to dinner, and when Hoseok had told them he wanted to stay at home and sleep some more, Yoongi hadn’t hesitated to offer to stay home too, to look after him and keep him fed and watered. There had been a couple of raised eyebrows, but nobody questioned it. It was in Yoongi’s nature to care for Hoseok, everyone knew that.
“Okay, hyung,” came Hoseok’s response, prompting Yoongi to open the door slowly, peeking his head round before entering, his eyes closed.
“You decent?” He joked, making Hoseok laugh.
“Ah, come in already, I’m thirsty.”
“If you don’t show me respect I might drink the water myself and leave you all alone again. I’m still your hyung even though you’re sick,” Yoongi responded without conviction; he’d already made his way inside and was approaching Hoseok’s bed. Opening his eyes, he saw Hoseok, hair still sticking up at odd angles, eyes puffy, lips pouting, curled up in bed. Usually, Hoseok didn’t sleep curled up, but now he was doubled over, clutching his stomach and Yoongi would have bet money that he’d been stroking his own arms to soothe himself not a moment before Yoongi knocked.
He looked adorable.
“I’m sorry, hyung. I’m just being grouchy and impatient because I’m tired.”
“I can see that,” Yoongi said, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing the glass on the table beside it. “Though I don’t know how you’re still tired, after your two-hour nap under that tree, not to mention the fact you’ve been in bed since we got home. How do you feel?” he added with a soft voice he was fully aware he reserved for Hoseok alone. At least every member, Hoseok excluded, had brought him up on it, and ARMY were relentless on addressing and analysing every interaction between the two. It was undeniable that Min Yoongi was soft as hell for Jung Hoseok.
Without thinking, he raised a hand to Hoseok’s forehead and touched it lightly. He didn’t have a fever, but he hadn’t before. Why did Yoongi do that? Fuck, he’s going to think I’m a weirdo, Yoongi panicked.
But before Yoongi could retract his hand, Hoseok leaned into the touch, nuzzling his hand like a kitten. If he’d been a cartoon character, Yoongi might have just melted at the action. But he wasn’t, so his response was, naturally, to emit a quiet squeak in place of words. Hoseok didn’t seem to notice.
“I’m alright, hyung,” Hoseok answered finally, closing his eyes and smiling. “Better.”
“Good. Drink your water,” Yoongi instructed, feeling awkward about the placement of his hand but secretly enjoying it too much to move it. He almost whined when Hoseok pulled away so he could sit up and drain his water in three swallows. For some reason, the sight of him doing that made Yoongi embarrassed to watch, but too mesmerised to look away. Stop watching his Adam’s apple, you freak. He urged himself.
Yoongi got up to leave once Hoseok had settled back down again, sated by the cool water, but was immediately pulled back down by the younger. Hoseok raised one of Yoongi’s hands to touch his forehead again and nuzzled into it once more. “Don’t leave me yet, hyung,” He whispered.
“Are you high?” Yoongi asked, half freaked out, half amused. He sat back down on the bed, secretly pleased Hoseok was being so clingy.
Hoseok laughed abruptly. “I don’t think so, maybe? I took some medicine for my sickness. So yeah, maybe. Just, keep petting me, hyung.”
Yoongi smiled and left his hand where it was. The way Hoseok was leaning into Yoongi’s touch made it feel like he was meant to be like this; in the older’s care, smiling and warm and content. Yoongi rubbed his thumb loosely on Hoseok’s temple, which made the younger purr. He was just debating whether to begin stroking his hair when Hoseok spoke again.
“When you called me a little prince, earlier…”
Yoongi cringed that Hoseok remembered and was bringing it up, he wasn’t sure what had made him say it; he’d just felt overcome with seeing Hoseok sleeping so peacefully in the park. He’d looked so innocent, so cute, and Yoongi had just sort of ran with the warm feeling he’d got in his gut from seeing him there, even though it kinda of freaked him out. “Mmhm?”
Hoseok paused before answering. “That felt really nice, hyung.”
Yoongi looked at Hoseok again, taking in his appearance. Even sick, Hoseok looked so good. Yoongi loved Hoseok’s natural face, and the sun in Hawaii had only accentuated his golden skin and given him a sort of earthly glow. He’d been eating well, so his face was filled out, and had he not been preoccupied with Hoseok’s forehead (besides the fact he wasn’t completely devoid of self-respect) he might have pinched Hoseok’s puffy cheek. “It did?”
“Yeah,” Hoseok said with a smile, “it was a nice thing of you to say.”
“I don’t know why I said it,” Yoongi answered truthfully, but smiled anyway at Hoseok’s reaction. He liked to make Hoseok happy, to compliment him and build up his self-confidence. The thing Hoseok seemed to like most were spontaneous compliments from the members, more so than the endless love he got from fans. Whilst he still appreciated their kind words, his face would light up that bit brighter when another member told him he was attractive, or strong, or a good dancer.
He wasn’t totally lacking in self-confidence; he knew he was handsome, and a talented dancer, but he seemed to believe that he wasn’t quite at his peak; that even if he was good-looking no one cared because he wasn’t the most beautiful, or if he was a good dancer, he must be losing his talent because he’d messed up a move that one time.
One thing that had really destroyed Hoseok had been his last solo vlive, when ARMY’s had requested other members while he was talking about himself. Yoongi had been watching, like he always did when Hoseok streamed. He'd been so hyper, so eager to talk to the fans, and it was so cute that Yoongi didn’t even mind that Hoseok had spoken about him informally. His heart had done a little flip when the younger had said he’d visit Yoongi in his heart. It hadn’t made sense, but it made Yoongi smile anyway.
Hoseok had seemed happy, even with some commenters begging to see other members, which had annoyed Yoongi but seemed to only amuse Hoseok. It was a surprise, then, when Hoseok had taken his phone to Jimin’s room and left it there, telling Jimin to finish the vlive. Yoongi finished watching the stream with Jimin’s take-over and was about to go and check on Hoseok, when he heard knocking on his door. On the other side had been Hoseok, in his pyjamas.
“Can I sleep here tonight?”
Yoongi had nodded, allowing the younger to sweep past him and get into the bed beside his own without another word. This wasn’t abnormal behaviour; Hoseok often preferred to sleep in another member’s room when they stayed in hotels, said his room always felt too big on his own. What was strange, however, was the silence and the sad expression that Hoseok had brought with him.
Just before Yoongi had fallen asleep, Hoseok had whispered into the darkness.
“I know I’m the lesser member.”
And nothing Yoongi had said after that had made any difference.
“Hyung?” Hoseok said as Yoongi continued to massage his forehead softly.
“Seok?”
“Will you cuddle me?”
Yoongi retracted his hand suddenly, jumping up, which alarmed Hoseok so much he sprang up too, sending Yoongi a confused look. “Aren’t you hungry yet? I should cook you something,” Yoongi said lamely.
“No hyung, I’m fine. Come on,” Hoseok urged him, grabbing his hand.
“Hoseok-ah.” Yoongi pulled his hand away, shaking his head.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to cuddle Hoseok, of course he did, he thought about it all the damn time. He was totally soft for the idea, but he knew the practice would only lead to awkwardness. The cuddling part would be fine; Hoseok was accustomed to sleeping with the kids, Jungkook a particularly frequent visitor to Hoseok’s bed. But Yoongi knew that cuddling with Hoseok would only lead to an awkward boner that he wouldn’t be able to explain away and would ruin whatever nice little moment they were having. No. No to cuddling.
“Fine, I’ll wait for Jungkookie then,” Hoseok said, pouting.
“Good,” Yoongi said, trying not to sound jealous. “He’ll definitely cuddle with you, he’s so whipped for you.”
Like you aren’t said a voice in the back of his head.
“I thought I was your little prince,” Hoseok said in a slightly mocking tone. Not letting go of Yoongi’s hand and beginning to play with his fingers, his eyes falling to watch himself. Yoongi looked down, embarrassed.
“Not my little prince, just… a little prince.”
“Oh…” Hoseok said, almost sadly. So sadly in fact that Yoongi couldn’t bear to move his hand away. “But what if I want to be your little prince? What if I was? Would you cuddle me then?”
“Ah, Hoseok-ah. Don’t be weird," Yoongi groaned, even though he his heart had cried out with joy at the idea.
Hoseok settled back down, head on the pillow, pulling Yoongi down with him. Yoongi couldn’t find it within himself to pull away.
“You told me you carried me.”
Hoseok kept pulling him in. Why did he keep pulling him in?
“That was a lie.”
Their faces were so close now Yoongi could feel Hoseok’s breath.
“I know,” Hoseok snorted lightly. “It was cute though.”
Their foreheads collided softly and Hoseok signed as though content.
“Let’s pretend it happened, hyung.”
It was strange. It was a strange situation Yoongi found himself in, pressed up against Hoseok like this. It’d happened before, this strange intimacy; this almost kissing but not kissing but a very clear yet silent agreement between the both of them that they wanted to be kissing. But there’d always been people around, members or managers or stylists, they always got in the way; made one of them pull back first and never mention the closeness again.
But they were alone now.
“Okay, Hoseok-ah,” Yoongi said after a moment, sure that Hoseok could feel his breath on his face this time.
“Okay, what, hyung?”
“Okay, I’ll cuddle you. Budge.”
Hoseok did as he was told, obviously trying to suppress a grin. They pulled apart for a second so Hoseok could shift nearer to the wall. Yoongi raised an eyebrow when Hoseok pulled the covers up for Yoongi to come in, it almost felt too intimate that like; like when Hoseok brought the covers over them both there would be no escape, whatever was going to happen between them would finally happen. Yoongi lowered himself in.
It was amazing how well they seemed to fit together; facing each other with their faces inches apart. Yoongi’s arm found itself under Hoseok’s neck, curling around to loosely play with the hair at his nape. The other arm he placed delicately on Hoseok’s slim waist, and Hoseok matched this, pulling Yoongi closer until they were pressed almost agnoisingly close together. Yoongi felt a shift in his gut. Hoseok let his other arm curl upwards so it hovered just above Yoongi’s face.
“Can I?” He asked, so quiet Yoongi almost didn’t hear him.
“We’re already dick-to-dick, Seok, you can put your hand on my face if you want.”
Yoongi instantly regretted using the word dick; it made him remember that Hoseok had one, and that it was currently pressed up against Yoongi’s and oh god, Hoseok was only wearing boxers, Yoongi could totally feel it and-
Before Yoongi could begin to panic, Hoseok planted his hand on the older’s face and kissed him. It was gentle, and sweet. If it had been a slap it wouldn’t have even left a mark with how soft it had been, yet Yoongi could still feel the pressure stinging on his lips even when Hoseok pulled away. He looked sheepish, but couldn't suppress a tiny grin. Yoongi tightened his grip on Hoseok’s shirt and blinked.
“Did you just-“
“I think I did. Is that okay?” Hoseok bit his bottom lip, worrying the flesh nervously, seemingly worried at Yoongi's less than thrilled reaction. He looked away distractedly. “You seemed a bit.. I don’t know, I wanted you to relax so we could finally... get to what we've been trying to get to all this time, you know?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi said, knocking their heads together again and smiling at how nervous Hoseok suddenly sounded. "It was good, Seok."
"Yeah?" Hoseok smiled brightly, willing himself to look back at Yoongi again. “Could I do it again?” He added, a slightly mischievous tone to his voice.
Yoongi laughed. “Yeah.”
They kissed for a long time after that; slow and long kisses that threatened to turn into more once Yoongi swiped his tongue inside Hoseok’s mouth, quick and innocent kisses, running all across eachother’s faces, tiny pecking kisses that made them laugh, long and messy and passionate kisses that made them moan. It was like making up for lost time, making out for lost time. Yoongi groaned at his own pun, which Hoseok clearly misconstrued for pleasure and bit Yoongi's lip experimentally. Yoongi groaned with pleasure for real then, and if he hadn't been hard before, he certainly was now.
Hoseok liked to kiss Yoongi’s nose, to make it scrunch up in a way he deemed ‘fucking adorable.’ Yoongi liked kissing lower than Hoseok’s face, which was difficult seeing as the younger was resistant to move his face away from him, so Yoongi had to fight for access to the glorious expanse of Hoseok’s jaw and neck.
“You made me feel really happy today, hyung,” Hoseok said, while Yoongi happily and finally sucked on the space just below Hoseok’s chin. Hoseok giggled at the contact, but pulled Yoongi ever closer. “You make me feel really happy every day.”
“You make me really happy, too, Hoseok-ah," Yoongi answered when he finally dis-attached himself to admire his handy work. He hadn't left a hickey, but a slightly red mark was nice enough to look at and wouldn't last too long. "I can’t believe we’re finally doing this.” He paused. “I hope this isn’t how you cuddle with Jungkookie.”
Hoseok finally pulled away so he could laugh.
What seemed like hours later, their lips too numb to kiss anymore, Yoongi held Hoseok’s back close to his chest, rubbing his lips absently against the back of Hoseok’s neck; relishing in the beautiful silence they’d found themselves in, and cursing silently that it was only a matter of minutes before the others got home. He thought Hoseok had drifted to sleep again, and willed himself not to follow him, lest they be found in this position, when Hoseok spoke.
“Hyung, when you carried me?”
Yoongi breathed a laugh. “I told you, that was a lie.”
“I know, but let’s pretend it’s true, alright?”
“Alright.”
“So, hyung, you know when you carried me?” He said again.
“Yeah?”
“Were you careful with me?”
“I was so careful, I held you so tight” Yoongi squeezed Hoseok’s middle for effect.
“Was I good for you hyung?” Hoseok brought one of Yoongi’s hands up to hold over his own heart.
“So good.” Yoongi kissed the back of Hoseok’s neck, smiling into it.
“I just slept?”
“Like a little prince.”