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Yoongi rubs his eyes to unblur the screens in front of him and pulls off his headphones. He stares at the time, realizing the sun will be rising soon, though it would be unlikely to make it through the blackout curtains on the windows of his office. He’s debating how much longer he should work when he hears the front door open. All seven members have keys and codes to each other’s homes, and really any one of them could drop by at this hour. But Yoongi knows who it is. He knows from the fall of his footsteps on the floor, the “tisk” when he walks through the doorframe, the arm that slides across Yoongi’s chest, and the chin that rests in his hair.
“How long have you been at it?” Hoseok asks.
Yoongi can’t help but smile, “How long were you at it before you came here?”
Hoseok’s beautiful laugh brushes over his hair, quieter with the hush of the hour. “Maybe both of us need a break.”
Yoongi sighs, not budging, bones tired. His eyes roam over the monitors and he knows Hoseok’s do too. Yoongi picks up a pen, tapping it against his chin. After a moment, Hoseok’s gaze must have fallen to the lyrics written in a notebook that is open on the desk.
He feels Hoseok grin, “You are too cocky, Suga.”
Yoongi glances over the lyrics, “Oh?”
“It looks good on you.”
He leans his head on Hoseok’s arm. “Is Yoongi too cocky?”
Hoseok laughs, “They’re the same!”
Yoongi reaches up to tap his fingers against the warm hand resting on his chest, “You know they’re not.” Yoongi jots down a few words during Hoseok’s silence. The thumb on his chest moves up and down, thoughtful, threads of his sweatshirt and t-shirt rubbing together. The sensation makes his skin break out in goosebumps.
“Yoongi is not nearly cocky enough.” Hoseok’s voice is low, like he can see Yoongi’s life laid out in front of him and knows this as a fact. “Come on,” Hoseok says, patting his chest and withdrawing his arm, “You need to get up.”
Yoongi groans, dropping his pen and letting Hoseok turn his chair away from the desk. He manages to look stylish, even in sweats and a sweater at four o’ clock in the morning. His hair is mused like he ran his fingers through it after taking off his headphones. There’s a small smile on his face. Yoongi could sit here and stare at him like this all day. But Hoseok grabs his hands and pulls him up. Yoongi catches Hoseok’s clean and sweet scent in their proximity. He could probably re-create it from memory.
He follows Hoseok into the living room and finds that a fresh iced Americano is sitting on the side table next to the corner of the couch where he always sits.
“Where did you even get this in the middle of the night?” Yoongi asks as Hoseok lays on the floor.
The man laughs, “I have my ways.”
Yoongi takes a sip, holding eye contact, and he doesn’t ask if Hoseok bought himself an espresso maker recently.
The curtains are open and the sun rises slowly over their comfortable silence. Usually they would put on some music, but both of them have had sound pouring into their ears since they started working the day before. Hoseok sips his drink and stretches his body, meticulously working each muscle group. The morning light falls over him like it’s afraid to touch his skin, shifting from grey to pink to golden. Yoongi doesn’t have eyes for the sunrise. He doesn’t care if Hoseok notices him staring. Yoongi stopped caring if the members noticed him staring years ago. By now, he knows how each of them reacts when they notice. He knows Tae will make a silly face at him. He knows Jungkook will bump his knuckles or forehead into him like a cat. He knows Jimin will grin and strike a pose. He knows Jin will crack a joke. He knows Namjoon will start talking about work or something he’s been reading. And he knows that Hoseok will hold his gaze with not-quite-a-smile on his lips until Yoongi smiles or looks away.
This morning, Yoongi looks away the first time he’s caught, turning toward the view out the window, tracing his eyes over the pink edges of the skyline. When he looks back at Hoseok, stretched out on his floor, he thinks that he’d like to kiss him. It’s a thought he’s grown comfortable with after all this time. It’s directed at different members at different times. He doesn’t examine the fact that he probably thinks it about Hoseok the most. Yoongi believes it is an extension of their connections to each other. All seven of them have known each other so long. They’ve made their lives together, they have a bond that is unexplainable, even in music. So he figures it’s a natural extension of all the physicality they already have together. How much would a kiss even change?
But his next thought is one he has less often. He watches Hoseok stretch his body, all the strength and grace in his limbs, the extraordinary expression he manages to convey just through dance, the passion he has for it all. He hopes Hoseok spares him another moment before he notices his staring again. Yoongi thinks he’d like to kiss him everywhere.
Hoseok catches him again and Yoongi tries not to let the content of his mind show all over his face. He holds Hoseok’s gaze until he can’t anymore, until has to chuckle and look away. Hoseok gives his own laugh before his head drops back into the stretch he’s doing.
Yoongi’s gaze is pulled back to stare at the lines of his throat and Hoseok asks, “What are you doing today?”
He bites back all the answers that include some form of ‘whatever you’re doing’ and says, “I should probably get out of the house, but I don’t want to.”
“Did you go out yesterday?” Hoseok asks, moving up to sit next to him on the couch.
“Yeah.” Their legs rest against each other.
“Then you don’t have to get out,” Hoseok says, nudging him with his elbow. “And we have to work tomorrow anyway.”
“You’re right,” Yoongi says, fidgeting with the TV remote, “What are you doing today?”
Hoseok leans forward to see how much the sun has come up and grins at Yoongi, “I was thinking I’d stay here until you kick me out.” They both know he won’t kick Hoseok out. He settles in on Yoongi’s shoulder as Yoongi turns on the TV and he thinks this casual closeness might one day kill him.
He can’t focus on the show they’re watching. Hoseok’s fingertips tap along Yoongi’s knee and he’s caught in his usual loop of thoughts. His staring is less excusable this close, but his eyes still flick over to Hoseok’s face, the shape of his cheeks, his perfect lips. He thinks of being on stage, of rehearsing, of helping each other stretch and recover from hard days; all the times he felt like the rest of the members were extensions of his own body. And he thinks that Hoseok is the perfect person to try this new thing on. Hoseok is the person he wants. A kiss might mean too much to some of the members, or too little to others. Hoseok will laugh it off, never bring it up again, hold it gently, whatever the moment needs. Hoseok will tell him what it means, why he wants it, without even saying a word. But he shouldn’t.
Yoongi catches Hoseok staring this time, that soft, open expression on his face. “You think too much,” Hoseok says.
Yoongi leans forward a little, “Maybe.” He leans forward the rest of the way and presses a kiss, whisper soft, to Hoseok’s lips. They each pull back slowly. Yoongi avoids his eyes, out of fear, out of the adrenaline rush. He trusts Hoseok not to make light of this, heart in his throat, but he doesn’t know what the man’s reaction will be.
Hoseok wraps a hand around the back of his neck, and before Yoongi can get another good look at him, their lips are together again. This one is different, a relief, an avalanche. Hoseok is so much more sure of it. He always is when it comes to matters of the heart. The kiss is like sparks and coming home, and when they pull apart again, they’re practically in each other’s laps, gasping for air.
Hoseok laughs and asks, “Why did you do that?” He presses a kiss to his jaw like he can’t help it, like it’s already completely natural. It makes Yoongi’s stomach flip.
“Because it makes sense,” Yoongi replies, leaning back to stare at the ceiling and laughing at himself. Of course it would be fine.
Hoseok reaches around him to turn off the TV and climb into his lap even more. Yoongi is given a third, searing kiss, before Hoseok is kissing down his neck, mumbling, “I’ve always wanted to do this,” so low that Yoongi barely hears it. He reaches sensitive skin just above Yoongi’s collar bone and presses his lips there, tongue peeking through. The sensation rips an involuntary sound out of Yoongi’s throat which makes them both pull back; startled, wanting.
And Yoongi wants, thoughts spilling through his mind unbidden. Thoughts he’s never had before. He wants Hoseok’s kiss swollen lips and nimble fingers and messy hair. He wants Hoseok’s lips back on his neck and he wants to return the favor.
He reaches out and threads both hands into Hoseok’s hair and pulls him forward, lips crushing together for a fourth time. Yes, he’s counting. Because this is new and terrifying, but so, so familiar. He can’t believe they’ve never done this before.
Yoongi kisses Hoseok’s neck, below his ear, lower, lower, searching for that spot. Hoseok moans in his ear, just as sudden as Yoongi did earlier, just as welcome.
Hoseok’s hands run down his chest, dipping toward his shirt hem, and they pull back, questions on their tongues that they aren’t ready to give breath.
Before either man can say anything, the front door is opening, and Yoongi is caught between scrambling away from Hoseok and never wanting to leave this spot. Hoseok manages to voice a greeting and Jungkook kicks off his shoes before coming to stand in the middle of the livingroom, eyebrows raised at their position and disheveled appearance.
Hoseok determinedly meets Yoongi’s eyes and the older man can’t read them. Hoseok kisses Yoongi again, chaste this time, and then pushes himself up off the couch toward Jungkook. Without preamble, Hoseok grabs Jungkook by the collar and plants a kiss on his lips.
Jungkook stares between them wide eyed for a moment and then shrugs and nods, collapsing into the couch, “So we’re doing this now.”
Hoseok laughs that bright laugh and puts his feet in Jungkook’s lap and his head in Yoongi’s. Yoongi smiles, hand going to Hoseok’s hair without a second thought. So they’re doing this now.