blanket kick
hoseok/taehyung, pg, 638w
hoseok finds taehyung between the spaces of his heart
crossposted to ao3
beta'd by my love nightbrights (ilysm), dedicated to claire <3
It’s in a tangle of limbs and blankets that Hoseok finds himself when he wakes, torso enveloped in a solid pair of arms and mind muddled with sleep.
He blinks and looks around him, taking a moment to adjust himself to the dreaded state of consciousness.
There’s light streaming in through the curtains (they’re white and basically useless), the bed is a mess and the warmth that engulfs him should be uncomfortable, but right now all he wants to do is drown in it. He looks down at Taehyung cuddled around him, arms locking and securing Hoseok into his place: against Taehyung. Hoseok smiles; it's one of those mornings.
Taehyung, if possible, breathes even harder against Hoseok's chest and Hoseok doesn't stop the laugh that escapes him at the tickling heat.
(Even when he's asleep, Hoseok can't help but be absolutely enamoured by Taehyung's presence.)
He frees an arm from the embrace and rubs a hand over his face. Sleep is a good friend of his, but it can be a rather troublesome presence to deal with when it refuses to leave. Taehyung's rigorous breathing begins to quiet, and Hoseok realizes this as a sign of him gradually waking from his slumber. He runs a hand through the soft locks of his hair and the soft texture slips through the space between his fingers as Taehyung hums himself awake.
"Morn', hyung," Taehyung grumbles and blinks sleepily, and Hoseok didn’t even know his heart had felt empty until it suddenly feels so full. He has a sudden urge to make kissy faces at him.
(He does.)
Taehyung's eyelids are still heavy with his dreams trying to clutch on to them desperately. Hoseok puts a hand on his cheek to stroke it, half because Taehyung had once said he liked it, and half because - well, he likes it too. Taehyung doesn’t register it at first, but then he looks up at Hoseok and his mouth slowly opens in confusion as Hoseok holds his face and makes dumb kissing noises at him. Taehyung definitely looks more awake now, at least.
"Hyung...do you want a kiss?" Taehyung croaks in his low, hoarse morning voice, and the substance in Hoseok’s heart is now solid and banging against the walls of his heart. Taehyung's hair is mussed and his face is swollen with sleep as he stares at Hoseok, eyes half lidded. Hoseok stops with a grin on his face and his heart beats loudly in the silence.
(He still has a hard time believing he wakes up to this every morning.)
Taehyung unwraps his arms from around Hoseok, closing his eyes and throwing his hands up to stretch. He makes a loud, almost roaring and very Taehyung-like yawn, and Hoseok stares at the unmarked skin of Taehyung’s stomach when his shirt rides up, thinking of all the times he had the privilege to place his lips against them.
“Yah,” Hoseok says, and Taehyung pops one eye open to look down at him. "How do you feel about breakfast in bed?"
Taehyung's eyes are both open wide by this point and Hoseok doesn't even have to wait for his answer. He grins again, drags Taehyung down to take him up on his offer of a kiss. Their lips meet awkwardly at first, but they’ve done this so many times, their lips fit themselves against each other soon enough.
Taehyung is the first to let go, gentle smile on his face, and Hoseok is captivated by the lights dancing in his eyes and Hoseok wants to hold on to it, wants to capture it and keep it away so it can never run away as it so often does. But Taehyung looks away and Hoseok knows that there is simply nothing about Taehyung that you can control.
(He wouldn’t have it any other way.)
hoseok finds taehyung between the spaces of his heart
crossposted to ao3
beta'd by my love nightbrights (ilysm), dedicated to claire <3
It’s in a tangle of limbs and blankets that Hoseok finds himself when he wakes, torso enveloped in a solid pair of arms and mind muddled with sleep.
He blinks and looks around him, taking a moment to adjust himself to the dreaded state of consciousness.
There’s light streaming in through the curtains (they’re white and basically useless), the bed is a mess and the warmth that engulfs him should be uncomfortable, but right now all he wants to do is drown in it. He looks down at Taehyung cuddled around him, arms locking and securing Hoseok into his place: against Taehyung. Hoseok smiles; it's one of those mornings.
Taehyung, if possible, breathes even harder against Hoseok's chest and Hoseok doesn't stop the laugh that escapes him at the tickling heat.
(Even when he's asleep, Hoseok can't help but be absolutely enamoured by Taehyung's presence.)
He frees an arm from the embrace and rubs a hand over his face. Sleep is a good friend of his, but it can be a rather troublesome presence to deal with when it refuses to leave. Taehyung's rigorous breathing begins to quiet, and Hoseok realizes this as a sign of him gradually waking from his slumber. He runs a hand through the soft locks of his hair and the soft texture slips through the space between his fingers as Taehyung hums himself awake.
"Morn', hyung," Taehyung grumbles and blinks sleepily, and Hoseok didn’t even know his heart had felt empty until it suddenly feels so full. He has a sudden urge to make kissy faces at him.
(He does.)
Taehyung's eyelids are still heavy with his dreams trying to clutch on to them desperately. Hoseok puts a hand on his cheek to stroke it, half because Taehyung had once said he liked it, and half because - well, he likes it too. Taehyung doesn’t register it at first, but then he looks up at Hoseok and his mouth slowly opens in confusion as Hoseok holds his face and makes dumb kissing noises at him. Taehyung definitely looks more awake now, at least.
"Hyung...do you want a kiss?" Taehyung croaks in his low, hoarse morning voice, and the substance in Hoseok’s heart is now solid and banging against the walls of his heart. Taehyung's hair is mussed and his face is swollen with sleep as he stares at Hoseok, eyes half lidded. Hoseok stops with a grin on his face and his heart beats loudly in the silence.
(He still has a hard time believing he wakes up to this every morning.)
Taehyung unwraps his arms from around Hoseok, closing his eyes and throwing his hands up to stretch. He makes a loud, almost roaring and very Taehyung-like yawn, and Hoseok stares at the unmarked skin of Taehyung’s stomach when his shirt rides up, thinking of all the times he had the privilege to place his lips against them.
“Yah,” Hoseok says, and Taehyung pops one eye open to look down at him. "How do you feel about breakfast in bed?"
Taehyung's eyes are both open wide by this point and Hoseok doesn't even have to wait for his answer. He grins again, drags Taehyung down to take him up on his offer of a kiss. Their lips meet awkwardly at first, but they’ve done this so many times, their lips fit themselves against each other soon enough.
Taehyung is the first to let go, gentle smile on his face, and Hoseok is captivated by the lights dancing in his eyes and Hoseok wants to hold on to it, wants to capture it and keep it away so it can never run away as it so often does. But Taehyung looks away and Hoseok knows that there is simply nothing about Taehyung that you can control.
(He wouldn’t have it any other way.)