Yoongi blinked once, then twice before looking up at Hoseok.
The other had obviously just come out of the shower, his hair frazzled and wet with a towel draped around his neck. As for himself, Yoongi was still wearing the clothes given to him for MAMA, the glitter and sequins sticking uncomfortably to his skin.
After the members had all arrived home from the show, bumping shoulders and tittering with nervous energy, they had rather quickly began winding down for a much-needed rest. Now the entirety of their group seemed to be asleep save for Yoongi, who was sitting on the kitchen floor, and Hoseok, who was standing above him and dripping on said kitchen floor.
They stared at each other and for a second, Yoongi considered just ignoring the request. But as if reading his mind, Hoseok poked a bare foot into his side with a huff.
“Yah, don’t ignore me.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes but complied, shuffling over on the tiles to give Hoseok enough space to plop down beside him. Flecks of water flew against his skin, and Yoongi frowned slightly as he moved the towel around Hoseok’s neck onto his wet hair.
“I told you to dry yourself properly when you get out of a shower. You’re going to catch a cold.”
The younger’s laughter bounced across the room. “Says the guy who’s drinking beer on the kitchen floor.”
Yoongi blinked, and looked down to realize that he did indeed have a glass bottle hanging precariously in his light grasp. Rather than answer back, he took a swig of the now rather lukewarm drink, and Hoseok laughed once again, understanding the concede of defeat for what it was.
Hoseok reached over and grabbed the glass, taking a large gulp himself and finishing it off with a contented sigh before setting the bottle down on the floor with a delicate click. And then there was silence, for what seemed like an eternity– just the sound of their breaths moving in and out.
“Hyung, you should go to bed.”
Yoongi made a sound, something between a grunt and a groan, that made Hoseok smile slightly. Yoongi felt a light touch on his chin, guiding him to turn towards the other, and he complied willingly, only to be met with a face full of wet towel.
His rather unattractive squawk of protest was muffled by the cotton as Hoseok rubbed it across his face vigorously, giggling the entire time. After a few seconds of flailing, Yoongi did manage to pry the towel away from him with a deep scowl, only to be met with a bright heart-shaped grin.
“Ah ha! There’s Min Yoongi! I knew you were hiding in there somewhere.”
And just like that, all of Yoongi’s words shriveled up in his throat as Hoseok rested their foreheads together and stared into his eyes with a fond smile.
“Yoongi-yah, let’s go to bed.”
Yoongi’s eyes flickered across Hoseok’s face, as he felt something well up in his chest: something dangerous and terrifying, something that he would never be selfish enough to ask for.