In Your Eyes
Title: In Your Eyes
Pairing: Suga/Jin
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 608
Summary: Yoongi doesn’t want Seokjin to leave. It’s a good thing that Seokjin can practically read his mind.
“I gotta go,” Seokjin says, slinging the strap of his backpack over his arm, hitching it higher up his arm. “See you tomorrow?” There’s an inquisitive lilt at the end of his sentence that makes it sound like a question, but Yoongi isn’t sure whether it really is one.
In the end, Yoongi chooses to just nod, mumbling a quiet “Be careful,” before slipping deeper into the cushions as he watches his boyfriend slip farther and farther away from his reach. He doesn’t say anything though, just keeps it in himself that he doesn’t want Seokjin to leave.
(As much as he loves Seokjin, he doesn’t want to be stifling.)
But instead of going straight ahead and slipping out of sight, Seokjin stops in his steps and glances over at Yoongi, a look in his eyes that clearly tells opposite of what he’d just said.
Seokjin tilts his head to the side as if to say, “Well?” like he’s expecting Yoongi to say or do something instead of just sitting around.
Yoongi looks at him with a mix of confusion and fondness over his sudden actions, slowly blinking as he tries to think through what Seokjin could probably mean with that look. But then Seokjin blinks back at him with those pretty eyes of his, his long lashes grazing fondly over the dark circles under his eyes, and Yoongi knows that it’s a lost cause.
“Fuck it,” Yoongi tells himself as he quickly stands up to cross the gap between him and Seokjin. Seokjin seems to have been expecting this already, and he smiles as he turns around to meet Yoongi’s lips with his own.
The night that Yoongi has promised himself to just spend talking with Seokjin makes a complete 180-degree turn, and he realizes that maybe spending time with each other just makes their need for each other rise even more. So he stores that bit of information in the middle of the partitions of his mind as he continues hungrily kissing Seokjin, like they’re kissing for the first or the last time.
Yoongi leans forward, eager to elicit more of those sounds coming out of Seokjin’s mouth as he licks at the seams of Seokjin’s mouth, and he swears he could feel the corners of Seokjin’s lips turn up in what he could manage of a smile.
Later, when they’re lying on Yoongi’s bed, Seokjin smiles lazily up at Yoongi, running his thumb across Yoongi’s cheek. Yoongi sighs contentedly, leaning into Seokjin’s touch.
It makes Seokjin smile, because Yoongi really is that type of person to not adamantly express his feelings, choosing to appear cold and serious to everyone instead but would actually care about you secretly.
“I love you,” Yoongi murmurs in his after sex-induced stupor, finally letting his guard down and letting himself be a little more honest.
Seokjin smiles, burrowing his head into Yoongi’s neck and nuzzling his nose against the exposed skin. He inhales deeply and basks in the scent he’s so used to associating Yoongi with-the scent of lavender, mixed with a musk of something else, like faint hints of sweat and dust and smoke. And maybe there’s a little undertone of tiredness creeping in there, but when Seokjin closes his eyes, he thinks Yoongi smells faintly of hope, and maybe a little bit more.
(Seokjin isn’t sure what it is, but it reminds him a lot of home.)
“I love you too,” he says, even though he isn’t sure if Yoongi’s already crossed the bridge between sleep and awake.
Seokjin doesn’t really need to say it back out loud anymore, though. Because even in Yoongi’s sleep, he knows.
Pairing: Suga/Jin
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 608
Summary: Yoongi doesn’t want Seokjin to leave. It’s a good thing that Seokjin can practically read his mind.
“I gotta go,” Seokjin says, slinging the strap of his backpack over his arm, hitching it higher up his arm. “See you tomorrow?” There’s an inquisitive lilt at the end of his sentence that makes it sound like a question, but Yoongi isn’t sure whether it really is one.
In the end, Yoongi chooses to just nod, mumbling a quiet “Be careful,” before slipping deeper into the cushions as he watches his boyfriend slip farther and farther away from his reach. He doesn’t say anything though, just keeps it in himself that he doesn’t want Seokjin to leave.
(As much as he loves Seokjin, he doesn’t want to be stifling.)
But instead of going straight ahead and slipping out of sight, Seokjin stops in his steps and glances over at Yoongi, a look in his eyes that clearly tells opposite of what he’d just said.
Seokjin tilts his head to the side as if to say, “Well?” like he’s expecting Yoongi to say or do something instead of just sitting around.
Yoongi looks at him with a mix of confusion and fondness over his sudden actions, slowly blinking as he tries to think through what Seokjin could probably mean with that look. But then Seokjin blinks back at him with those pretty eyes of his, his long lashes grazing fondly over the dark circles under his eyes, and Yoongi knows that it’s a lost cause.
“Fuck it,” Yoongi tells himself as he quickly stands up to cross the gap between him and Seokjin. Seokjin seems to have been expecting this already, and he smiles as he turns around to meet Yoongi’s lips with his own.
The night that Yoongi has promised himself to just spend talking with Seokjin makes a complete 180-degree turn, and he realizes that maybe spending time with each other just makes their need for each other rise even more. So he stores that bit of information in the middle of the partitions of his mind as he continues hungrily kissing Seokjin, like they’re kissing for the first or the last time.
Yoongi leans forward, eager to elicit more of those sounds coming out of Seokjin’s mouth as he licks at the seams of Seokjin’s mouth, and he swears he could feel the corners of Seokjin’s lips turn up in what he could manage of a smile.
Later, when they’re lying on Yoongi’s bed, Seokjin smiles lazily up at Yoongi, running his thumb across Yoongi’s cheek. Yoongi sighs contentedly, leaning into Seokjin’s touch.
It makes Seokjin smile, because Yoongi really is that type of person to not adamantly express his feelings, choosing to appear cold and serious to everyone instead but would actually care about you secretly.
“I love you,” Yoongi murmurs in his after sex-induced stupor, finally letting his guard down and letting himself be a little more honest.
Seokjin smiles, burrowing his head into Yoongi’s neck and nuzzling his nose against the exposed skin. He inhales deeply and basks in the scent he’s so used to associating Yoongi with-the scent of lavender, mixed with a musk of something else, like faint hints of sweat and dust and smoke. And maybe there’s a little undertone of tiredness creeping in there, but when Seokjin closes his eyes, he thinks Yoongi smells faintly of hope, and maybe a little bit more.
(Seokjin isn’t sure what it is, but it reminds him a lot of home.)
“I love you too,” he says, even though he isn’t sure if Yoongi’s already crossed the bridge between sleep and awake.
Seokjin doesn’t really need to say it back out loud anymore, though. Because even in Yoongi’s sleep, he knows.