lover boy; [yoonseok]

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When they woke up the next morning, with slight headaches and dry mouths, all they could do was laugh. They laid tangled in Yoongi's navy blue sheets, Hoseok's sock-clad toes tracing patterns in the older boy's calves.

"Do you usually sleep with socks on?" Was the first coherent sentence out of Yoongi's mouth, his hands placed gently on Hoseok's hips. The brunet chuckled and nodded, sitting up and stretching his arms over hid head.

Yoongi admired the soft glow Hoseok radiated in the warm morning light. His olive green shirt seemed to blend gently the cream of Yoongi's walls, his entire being emitting pure warmth. His tan skin was gorgeous, his face slightly puffy from sleep. His hair was mussed in a pile of subtle waves. When he turned back to smile at Yoongi, the elder felt as if he was suffocating but also soaring at the same time. Hoseok was exquisite.

"Ugh, I slept in my sports bra." Hoseok cracked his neck, groaning. "I usually sleep shirtless, but you probably don't want to see my manly boobs."

Yoongi snorted, shaking his head.

"I wouldn't complain."

Hoseok bit his lip in an attempt to stop from grinning. He quickly turned his head to avoid Yoongi's caring gaze.

"I'll probably ditch working today. Do you want to go out to eat... or something?" Yoongi asked, his sitting up next to Hoseok.

"Can I call you my boyfriend?" Hoseok asked bluntly, before realizing what he had said and clamping his hand over his mouth. "Wait- Fuck! I'm sorry."

"I'd like that."

Hoseok whipped his head around to make direct eye contact with the other boy, eyebrows furrowing in disbelief.

"Hold on-" Hoseok chokes, darting his tongue out to wet his lips, "Run that by me once more?"

"I said I'd be lucky to have you as my boyfriend. So, uh, yes? Please?"

Hoseok knew he must've been a saint in his past life to deserve Yoongi.

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sorry updates might be a lil slow because lifes been rough lately