59 - "you're so drunk", pls slip in an accidental feels bursting moment - sugamon
Yoongi trips into the room, catches himself on Namjoon’s dresser, and whispers, “Namjoon?” He waits a beat and when no response in forthcoming, asks cutely, “Joonie?”
The room is dark and he speaks softly despite his drunkenness. He’s shitfaced, not an asshole. Taehyung’s light is out overhead, so the kid’s actually gotten to bed at a reasonable time.
Of course, so is Namjoon’s, but that doesn’t stop him. Maybe he’s a bit of an asshole after all.
Slipping beneath Namjoon’s comforter, Yoongi feels his way for Namjoon’s limbs in the bed. There’s his slender forearm and the curve of his waist. Yoongi slings an arm over him and tucks himself up against his back.
Namjoon smells good. He’s always smelled good.
“Mm?” Namjoon inquires sleepily.
“Just me,” Yoongi says quietly.
“Cuddly,” he murmurs, sliding his hand over Yoongi’s so he can thread their fingers together.
“Mm, missed you.”
Namjoon huffs lightly. “We practically live in each other’s pockets.”
“Not the same,” Yoongi insists, his tone pouty.
“You’re so drunk,” Namjoon chuckles as Yoongi rubs his nose into the back of Namjoon’s neck, the short hairs an interesting contrast to the smoothness of his skin.
“You’re so soft,” Yoongi replies.
Namjoon laughs. “You’re soft.”
“I love you.” The admission slips into the air like a breath, natural and easy, as Yoongi falls asleep.
In the dark and quiet room, Namjoon slides his fingers over Yoongi’s knobby knuckles and whispers, “I love you too.”