Fic: only you, i love.
Pairing: vhope/taeseok
Word count: 2,100
Summary: At some point, Taehyung pulls the blanket over their heads, blocking the sunlight out for the most part.
But it’s not too dark under there that he can’t make out Hoseok’s face. Hoseok has his own source of sunshine, anyways.
only you, i love.
“You need to get a little closer,” Taehyung hums in response, propelling his head up against Hoseok’s collarbone. His eyes flutter briefly when Hoseok presses a quick kiss to his temple; and it feels like the most natural thing- maybe it really is. He loves it when he can feel Hoseok close by his side, it’s satisfying. Pleasing, even. “Look up, Taetae.” Hoseok says in that sing-song, cheery voice of his.
Taehyung complies, flashing the best smile he has at the phone Hoseok has held up in front of them. It occurs to him how completely uneventful it is to be spending an entire morning laying down with someone, but Taehyung appreciates that he gets to at least do this sort of thing with his favourite hyung through a busy schedule too. Even such mundane things can provoke happy little butterflies in the deepest pits of his stomach. It’s a nice feeling. More than nice, even. If Taehyung had to pin point the one feeling he loves having the most, it’s this one. The one he only feels when he’s around Hoseok.
Hoseok brings the phone closer, and Taehyung pokes his head around Hoseok’s arm to inspect the picture. He lets out a dissatisfied groan, despite Hoseok’s grin which states otherwise. “It's horrible, my eyes look all weird.” His eyes are half-closed, unfocused, like he was trying to steal a glance at Hoseok just as the picture was being taken. It's flustering.
“Your eyes look all weird because you couldn't even take them off of me for a second, Tae.” Hoseok retorts, affronted that Taehyung finds anything wrong with this picture at all. They look absolutely adorable, happily in love.
“Delete it,” Taehyung whines, flailing his arm, barely trying to get ahold of the phone. It’s been a rough week and his energy comes in spurts, unlike Hoseok whose unfailingly pleased with the state of the universe every hour of the day.
“I won’t. You look so adorable here.” That only earns him a groan from Taehyung who flops around on bed until he’s lying on his tummy, facing away from Hoseok. “You’re fucking adorable, Taetae.” Hoseok says, at the top of his lungs this time, like he doesn’t want Taehyung to only hear it but to also learn it with all of his little precious heart. He crawls closer to Taehyung and buries his face between his shoulder and the crook of his neck, throwing an arm around the small of his back. “You’re so goddamn precious, how are you even real?”
Taehyung lets out a little protesting sound, he really is the worst at dealing with his hyung saying such things. Let alone having him say these things, with his arms firm around him, and his voice tickling his skin. He turns his face sideways so that he’s facing Hoseok now. “Hyung, stop stealing the blankets all to yourself.”
Hoseok raises an eyebrow, his smile spreading from ear to ear before he has the blanket all curled up over himself and completely out of Taehyung’s reach.
“Hey! give it back!” And Taehyung is really trying to make himself sound the least bit irritated but it’s hard when Hoseok’s lying there endearingly curled up like a baby deer, pretending to have fallen asleep in just a fraction of second. He is unable to stop the uncontrolled laughter that escapes his lips either, so instead he lunges himself on top of Hoseok making sure he’s putting every ounce of effort to crush his hyung under him. But only in a short second he’s sent flying to the other side of the bed, the blanket cloaked around him and Hoseok who’s lying on top of him now. He has no energy to protest now, while Hoseok is on the other end of the spectrum; he’s full of bone-crushing affection and cringe-inducing sentimentality which Taehyung isn’t always able to catch up with. So when Hoseok drops smooches on his face for the next minute or so, Taehyung can’t say either of these things: a) that he didn’t expect it. or b) that he’s at all disappointed.
“Hyuuuung,” he whines, he enjoys it- having Hoseok's entire attention on him- but he also knows Hoseok lives for teasing him like that a lot. Taehyung thinks Hoseok wouldn’t be Hoseok if he hadn’t teased him about something at least once a day.
Hoseok stops promptly to look him carefully in the eyes. Taehyung doesn’t really have to say anything for him to understand, they know each other well enough now- the familiarity has turned into a wordless understanding, but even so, that doesn’t always mean Hoseok is going to be nice about it.
“Tsk, tsk,” Hoseok shakes his head, he knows better than to let Taehyung get everything he wants the second he asks it. And it’s hard for anyone to ignore Taehyung, that he’ll admit- but at least he is not going to let him have things easy. “What do you want from hyung, huh, fruit loop?” and his smile may come across as ‘genuine and sincere’ to others, but Taehyung knows this is the smile of pure fucking evil.
“No, no, no, please- hyung, don-“ and it’s too late, before he knows it Hoseok pulls his shirt up and blows a raspberry on his belly, it feels warm and tingly, and most of all it tickles. “Hyung! I swear- sto-” and it’s hard to keep up with breathing when Hoseok’s looking at him like the hugest fucking threat lies in the diligent wriggling of his fingers. “No please! No tickling, hyung.” He manages to say, dead serious, face blank. For a foolish little second, he thinks Hoseok backs down, but the next he knows he’s being tickled pink, to definite death.
“Hyuung, stop~!” He’s short of breath and his laugh sounds a lot more like wheezing- his view cut down to the absolute worst hyung he could ask for. Completely terrible, that hyung. Stingy, even. “Ceasefire.” He gasps, sticking his bottom lip out when Hoseok looks up at him.
Rolling to his side, a shit-eating grin on his face, Hoseok lies down on Taehyung’s left, their shoulders pressed firmly together. Their bodies move up and down rhythmically due to harsh, laboured breathing. He raises a hand, and Taehyung finds himself flinching involuntarily, Hoseok’s tickles are no joke. (He has to tell this one to Hoseok, later. It should tickle his fancy.)
“Ceasefire, truce, whatever you want to call it.” And they shake on it, albeit hesitantly.
They’re only completely silent for a few seconds, their hands clasped together momentarily before they burst into laughter that neither one of them can stop for the next five minutes. At some point, Taehyung pulls the blanket over their heads, blocking the sunlight out. But it’s not too dark under there that he can’t make out Hoseok’s face. Hoseok has his own source of sunshine, anyways. Their laughter subsides into breathy giggles that they’re both terrible at putting out.
It’s stark morning, in a dorm shared by seven boys- but there’s something about being under these white blankets, hushed giggles and short breath that makes it feel like a secret territory which belongs to only them.
At that very moment, Hoseok is completely certain he wants to kiss Taehyung for a long, long, time without any distraction- without any thought. It doesn’t avert his cause however; teasing Taehyung is almost second nature to him- and it’s not because Hoseok has some sort of a sadistic streak. It’s Taehyung who’s just too cute and who reciprocates unexpectedly all the time. It surprises Hoseok how special can one person be- and it fills him with delight how this person is his to kiss and hold in his arms. He hooks a finger under Taehyung’s jaw, his thumb brushing softly over Taehyung’s bottom lip, compelling his lips to part slightly. At this point, Hoseok doesn’t allow a single second to go to waste without kissing Taehyung, and kissing the hell out of him. Their lips graze; Taehyung’s bottom lip captured between his. Taehyung hums appreciatively and it’s enough to make Hoseok’s insides dance blithely in response, bringing a hand up behind Taehyung’s head, fingers entwined with soft hair. He traces his tongue over Taehyung’s lips, the teasing flick, prodding Taehyung along.
Taehyung, can definitely feel his whole face heat up like that. And it’s not like he’s never been kissed by Hoseok before- but it always felt like a new touch, every time. A new feeling sparked by every touch. The more he feels this way, the more he feels like he wants to embrace Hoseok between his own ribs. Like he wants to wrap his arms around him so hard that their fleshes are meshed into one.
He hooks a leg over Hoseok’s hips, and presses a long lingering peck on his lips, face flushed when he gets a little self-conscious, but completely forgets all about it when he feels the light caress of Hoseok’s fingers on the back of his neck and the audible ‘mhmm’ he lets out in response. Hoseok’s pecks are playful and swift in comparison; at times they land at the corner of Taehyung’s lips, the side of his mouth, his chin, and the both of them giggle between kisses, breathing in the moment, bodies leaning closer together.
Neither one of them notices it at first, but Jimin walks into the room, tugs at their exposed toes, and calls them a couple of ‘weird nerds’. He also complains about lunch being ready and Jin not allowing him to have a single bite before everyone is at the table. “So get your asses up or i’ll report to to Rapjoonie hyung that you’re using his bed for bad bad things,” he says as he hurries back into the kitchen, probably trying to get Jin to grant him something before anyone else.
They hear Jungkook asking ‘what bad things?’ and they both giggle, puffs of air tickling Hoseok’s neck where Taehyung buries his face. “Race you?” The kitchen is only a room away, Taehyung doesn’t fully grasps Hoseok’s concept of a race, unless it includes sabotage- that he’s good at. So before he answers Hoseok, and before he could beat him to it; he throws the blanket at him, making sure it’s going to buy him at least a few seconds before he’s out of Hoseok’s reach.
It’s futile, however, because the moment his feet land on the floor at the end of the bed, Hoseok’s legs wrap around his waist, arms looped loosely around his neck; claiming a piggy back ride Taehyung didn’t offer in the first place. “Hyuuung, get off~!” He tries to shake him off, while dragging out of the room.
“You’re cheating,” Hoseok sing-songs, poking Taehyung’s side. Right then, Taehyung takes the opportunity to pinch Hoseok’s thigh, shaking him off completely when his leg detaches around his waist. “Taehyung, I swear to go-” But Hoseok lands flat on his ass before he could finish, leaving an amused Taehyung drunken with laughter and wobbling to the next room.
“Hopie-hyung,” Except despite safely making it to the kitchen before Hoseok, Taehyung staggers back where he’s dropped him. And he is completely, absolutely, hundred-percent sure this hyung is only feigning being hurt. But it’s Hopie-hyung, and Taehyung really really doesn't mind being tackled to the floor when it's him. “That’s a low blow,” he breathes out, laughing when Hoseok scrunches up his nose in half-hearted annoyance and hits him lightly in the stomach.
“You two are idiots.” Jungkook says passively, stepping over them to get to where all the others are at.
When they sit down at the table, Taehyung instinctively huddles up to Hoseok, their knees crossed over each other and his elbow resting on Hoseok’s thigh. When Hoseok leans closer to steal a bite from him, he doesn’t let him have it the first time; making sure he hears him chew on it. But When he goes for it the second time, he watches him sink his teeth around the chunk of chicken, and only giggles about it. Nothing measures up to that fuzzy feeling he gets in his chest when Hoseok's attention is on him, and only him.