Fic: more than okay
pairing: yoongi/hoseok
word count: 730
a/n: (this was supposed to be a series of yoongi-centric ot7 posted at once but i am going to put them up seperately because i am a shit) for my dearest rin~ this is a suuuuper late and an incomplete birthday gift- please still love me~
more than okay
Hoseok hears a faint noise in the room, struck by confusion- his brain struggles to catches up with the fact that it’s very late in the night and he’d fallen asleep before Yoongi.
His eyesight is still fogged with sleep when he pulls the blanket down and peeks at the source of the racket earlier. Yoongi is there, leaning back in his chair, legs thrown over the desk and a concentrated expression directed at his lyrics notebook. He’s tapping his pen against the table, blinking furiously at the papers before him. Hoseok kind of wants to hit him for how frustrating he looks right then.
“Hyung,” Hoseok squeaks through a voice heavy with sleep. It seems to startles Yoongi because the concentrated expression immediately changes into a confused, and then tired one.
“Why are you awake?” That’s Hoseok’s question. That he was about to ask his hyung, so it completely, and entirely annoys him to no end when Yoongi is the one who asks him that. And Hoseok rarely ever gets annoyed at anything. It’s just that Yoongi is the one who’s been awake this entire time but still doesn’t seem to grasp the fact that he should be the one to be told to go the fuck to sleep already.
“Hyung, it’s pretty late.” Hoseok says, squinting his eyes when Yoongi stands and the lamp behind him takes an aggressive strike at Hoseok’s droopy eyes. He throws an arm above his head, blocking that annoying beam of light. “You know you’re supposed to sleep too, right?” He says at Yoongi who’s fiddling with the clothes in his suitcase at the feet of Hoseok’s bed, looking for something to change into. And like, gross, Hoseok thinks. He still hasen't changed into something clean since they've checked in into their hotel rooms. “Hyung, please get some sleep.” To which Yoongi only hums an agreement to. He huffs, turning over on his side. The light’s too bright, too agitating- and he’s just been woken up to find his stupid, stupid hyung who overworks himself and pulls all nighters at least twice a week and who also subtly likes to take care of every single one of them. Subtle. Every thing Yoongi does is subtle and calculated- which Hoseok imagines requires a huge amount of brains to do- yet there he is using the least amount of brains when it comes to taking care of himself.
Abruptly, Hoseok pushes himself off the bed- which startles Yoongi who sends him a curious look- his concentration all on Hoseok now. Through half lidded eyes, and an irritated expression (yes, hope hope will be back in business tomorrow morning after sufficient amount of sleep, thank you very much- but it’s off hours now) Hoseok tugs at Yoongi’s arm beckoning him to follow him to his bed. “Please hyung, I can’t go back to sleep now knowing you haven’t had a minute of sleep.” He pushes Yoongi on bed, climbing up behind him. “It’s only fair, right?”
“Ahh Hoseok-ah..” Yoongi’s about to say something but Hoseok’s warm chest presses against him in an instant, arms draped over his waist.
“Hm?” Hoseok inquires, absentmindedly tugging the blanket up and accidentally elbowing Yoongi’s side while he’s at it.
“Shit! Sorry hyung,” He’s not sorry, Yoongi’s at least sure of that, because you can’t both be laughing and sorry at the same time. Except, despite being a little shit who won’t stop laughing over someone else’s suffering, Hoseok gently massages his side while peering at him over his shoulder. “Hyung, can you go to sleep now? Ah, seriously, this is embarrassing. I wanted to take care of you for once but I ended up breaking your weak grandpa bones- Yah!”
Before he could finish, Yoongi smacks him with a pillow. “Seriously, Hosoek-ah, do you want to die?”
Hoseok laughs breathily, a sound which Yoongi loves to hear- and can’t imagine a single day passing without hearing it at least once- because Hoseok laughing could only mean that the universe is alright and the constellations are perfectly aligned.
Eventually, he feels Hoseok’s breath even out against the back of his neck, the arm he has on his waist becoming heavier, secured firmly around him nonetheless. He allows it. It’s an okay feeling. More than okay.
word count: 730
a/n: (this was supposed to be a series of yoongi-centric ot7 posted at once but i am going to put them up seperately because i am a shit) for my dearest rin~ this is a suuuuper late and an incomplete birthday gift- please still love me~
more than okay
Hoseok hears a faint noise in the room, struck by confusion- his brain struggles to catches up with the fact that it’s very late in the night and he’d fallen asleep before Yoongi.
His eyesight is still fogged with sleep when he pulls the blanket down and peeks at the source of the racket earlier. Yoongi is there, leaning back in his chair, legs thrown over the desk and a concentrated expression directed at his lyrics notebook. He’s tapping his pen against the table, blinking furiously at the papers before him. Hoseok kind of wants to hit him for how frustrating he looks right then.
“Hyung,” Hoseok squeaks through a voice heavy with sleep. It seems to startles Yoongi because the concentrated expression immediately changes into a confused, and then tired one.
“Why are you awake?” That’s Hoseok’s question. That he was about to ask his hyung, so it completely, and entirely annoys him to no end when Yoongi is the one who asks him that. And Hoseok rarely ever gets annoyed at anything. It’s just that Yoongi is the one who’s been awake this entire time but still doesn’t seem to grasp the fact that he should be the one to be told to go the fuck to sleep already.
“Hyung, it’s pretty late.” Hoseok says, squinting his eyes when Yoongi stands and the lamp behind him takes an aggressive strike at Hoseok’s droopy eyes. He throws an arm above his head, blocking that annoying beam of light. “You know you’re supposed to sleep too, right?” He says at Yoongi who’s fiddling with the clothes in his suitcase at the feet of Hoseok’s bed, looking for something to change into. And like, gross, Hoseok thinks. He still hasen't changed into something clean since they've checked in into their hotel rooms. “Hyung, please get some sleep.” To which Yoongi only hums an agreement to. He huffs, turning over on his side. The light’s too bright, too agitating- and he’s just been woken up to find his stupid, stupid hyung who overworks himself and pulls all nighters at least twice a week and who also subtly likes to take care of every single one of them. Subtle. Every thing Yoongi does is subtle and calculated- which Hoseok imagines requires a huge amount of brains to do- yet there he is using the least amount of brains when it comes to taking care of himself.
Abruptly, Hoseok pushes himself off the bed- which startles Yoongi who sends him a curious look- his concentration all on Hoseok now. Through half lidded eyes, and an irritated expression (yes, hope hope will be back in business tomorrow morning after sufficient amount of sleep, thank you very much- but it’s off hours now) Hoseok tugs at Yoongi’s arm beckoning him to follow him to his bed. “Please hyung, I can’t go back to sleep now knowing you haven’t had a minute of sleep.” He pushes Yoongi on bed, climbing up behind him. “It’s only fair, right?”
“Ahh Hoseok-ah..” Yoongi’s about to say something but Hoseok’s warm chest presses against him in an instant, arms draped over his waist.
“Hm?” Hoseok inquires, absentmindedly tugging the blanket up and accidentally elbowing Yoongi’s side while he’s at it.
“Shit! Sorry hyung,” He’s not sorry, Yoongi’s at least sure of that, because you can’t both be laughing and sorry at the same time. Except, despite being a little shit who won’t stop laughing over someone else’s suffering, Hoseok gently massages his side while peering at him over his shoulder. “Hyung, can you go to sleep now? Ah, seriously, this is embarrassing. I wanted to take care of you for once but I ended up breaking your weak grandpa bones- Yah!”
Before he could finish, Yoongi smacks him with a pillow. “Seriously, Hosoek-ah, do you want to die?”
Hoseok laughs breathily, a sound which Yoongi loves to hear- and can’t imagine a single day passing without hearing it at least once- because Hoseok laughing could only mean that the universe is alright and the constellations are perfectly aligned.
Eventually, he feels Hoseok’s breath even out against the back of his neck, the arm he has on his waist becoming heavier, secured firmly around him nonetheless. He allows it. It’s an okay feeling. More than okay.