[fic] light the spark; suga/j-hope
TITLE: light the spark
PAIRING/CHARACTER: Suga/J-Hope/(Jungkook)
RATING: PG-13
WORDCOUNT: 3351
PROMPT: Jungkook sleeps a bit too soundly between Hoseok and Yoongi. They literally cannot get him to stop snoring. The bright side is that he looks cute when he sleeps.
NOTES: Written for the 2014 bangtanexchange BTS 1st Anniversary Fic Fest! Title from James Blunt's Bonfire Heart. cross posted to dreamwidth and ao3. Originally posted here, this version is edited.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Yoongi says, beanie catching on the opening flap of the tent on his way in. The tent is pretty much miniscule, though decently padded on the inside with blankets laid over what looks like a cheap foam mattress making up most of the floor of the space. The staff members have clearly lined the inside walls with thermal blankets pegged to the thin poles holding the tent together.
It’s hideous, fit for one person, and Yoongi is expected to spend the winter night in it squashed together with Jungkook and Hoseok while the others stay in the guest house, all because they lost another cooking battle. Yoongi eyes the camera taped to the top of the tent warily when Namjoon stumbles his way into it from the other side, Taehyung and Jimin’s giggling about tripping him following just a beat after.
Yoongi sighs, ready to steady Namjoon by reaching a hand out to him, but then the brim of Namjoon’s snapback is colliding with the mess of tape suspending the camera to the top of the tent before the handycam is crashing to the floor, Namjoon sprawled out on top of it, a groan of pain escaping his mouth. Hoseok pokes his head into the tent over Yoongi’s shoulder, his warm cheek pressing against the side of Yoongi’s face, and Yoongi can practically feel the smirk spread out across Hoseok’s face before he speaks.
“Namjoon the destroyer strikes again!”
-
“This is your fault you know,” Yoongi whispers, shooting Hoseok a dirty look just for the hell of it despite knowing that there’s no way that Hoseok can even see him properly in dark. They’re lucky enough that Namjoon had broken the camera meant for their tent so they could at least have more privacy than the other four, but Yoongi keeps his voice low for the sake of their youngest member currently passed out between him and Hoseok in their tiny blanket nest.
Hoseok snorts at him, not bothering to keep his voice down, “You were the one who tried so hard to steal the ramyeon powder from Jimin that you didn’t even notice Taehyung dumping that much pepper into our soup.”
Yoongi makes another face. If it weren’t for this… thing they have going on, and the fact that Jungkook is snoring between them, Yoongi would smack him in the shoulder. Instead, Yoongi props his head up on one arm and wriggles his way closer to Hoseok’s face as gently as he can without displacing Jungkook with his face pressed to Hoseok’s chest and one hand curled into Yoongi’s pajama shirt. Jungkook sighs in his sleep right before he lets out another snore, and Yoongi has got to admit that their maknae is cute.
Well, cute, but kind of a cockblock.
Hoseok seems to understand what Yoongi is thinking about because he’s reaching over, with his free hand, his other arm long trapped under Jungkook’s head to be used as a pillow, and then Yoongi has his hand in Hoseok’s, fingers laced against Yoongi’s hip. Yoongi is thumbing across Hoseok’s knuckles when Hoseok speaks again.
“So,” Hoseok says, and Yoongi knows he’s going to say something stupid before the words even come out of his mouth. “This is romantic.”
There’s a pause, then both of them are shaking, trying to muffle their laughter before Jungkook wakes up and starts asking questions about why they’re holding hands. Yoongi can’t really see Hoseok’s smile in the dark, but he’s seen it enough and in close proximity more times that he can count that it's easy to see it in his mind.
“Sure, this is as romantic as it gets,” Yoongi starts, pausing when Jungkook snuffles his way through a particularly long snore. Yoongi swears Jungkook is going to develope snoring habits that will be able to battle Namjoon's if he keeps on screwing up his sleep schedule. “Definitely romantic if we pretend that we’re married and camping out in the wilderness with our pubescent son interrupting his parents’ bonding session.”
“Bonding session, huh,” Hoseok says, and there’s something sly in his usually gentle voice that makes Yoongi suspicious. He’s about to call Hoseok out on it when Hoseok shifts his fingers away from Yoongi’s to splay across his waist, sliding his palm against the band of Yoongi’s sleep pants, and Yoongi’s brain sputters to a halt when Hoseok leans up and over slightly to brush their lips together.
“Hoseok, don’t you dare start shit with me right now, Jungkook is right there-”
“I know, I know,” Hoseok says, but presses closer anyway. Yoongi sighs again when he feels Hoseok’s breaths against his chin, toothpasty and calm. This time, Yoongi kisses him first, and it’s been so long since they’ve had a moment together with the filming of their new show and cameras all over the dorm that Yoongi lets himself live a little, even if it means attempting half a makeout session above the top of Jungkook’s head. Jungkook’s snores are admittedly more distracting that he’d like, but Yoongi isn’t a chooser when Hoseok has his tongue in Yoongi’s mouth and his fingers pressing into Yoongi’s hip.
It's all going well until Jungkook chooses that moment in his sleep to press closer to Hoseok, and Yoongi has to pull back a little because Jungkook’s back is curving against his chest, forcing him and Hoseok apart. It’s dark in the tent, the only light from outside coming from the porch lights of the guest house, but Yoongi can’t even bring himself to be annoyed when he watches Jungkook butt his head against Hoseok’s chest in an attempt to curl closer to him. It’s like watching a day-old kitten look for its mother when its eyes haven’t opened yet, and Hoseok’s cooing is obnoxious when he pulls his hand away from Yoongi’s hip to poke Jungkook in the cheek.
“Don’t wake him up,” Yoongi says quietly, lifting his own hand to stroke down the back of Jungkook’s head soothingly, cringing at the slight pull of his palm against over-processed hair but continuing the motion nonetheless. Jungkook is cute, especially when he whines and makes scrunched up faces in his sleep whenever Hoseok pinches at his cheeks, but his breathing evens out again with Yoongi’s constant petting. Yoongi only pulls his hand away when Jungkook’s snores pick up again after he’s found a position to finally settle into, legs tangled around Hoseok’s.
It’s quiet for a while then, apart from Jungkook’s snoring, and Yoongi rolls his head back in an attempt to get rid of the cramp in his neck, but Hoseok reaches over for him once more, fingers pressing into the hairs behind Yoongi’s ear, and Yoongi can only hold onto his wrist limply while he lets Hoseok work his magic and massage the tension out of him. Hoseok in the day time is loud and bright, always full of laughter and ready to care, while Yoongi swings back and forth between blunt and unresponsive to any kind of external stimuli. It’s funny how they ended up this fond of each other, and sometimes Yoongi can’t do anything but thank Hoseok by smiling back at his glances and leaning into his touches.
Yoongi lets his fingers wander up Hoseok’s arm, head lolling to one side from Hoseok’s hand against his neck, and this is a chance so rare that Yoongi can’t let himself fall asleep with the two of them just petting each other, so he curls his fingers around Hoseok’s bicep and pulls him close enough to bite at his bottom lip once more.
It’s clumsy but soft, and Yoongi can feel Hoseok’s lips quirk into a smile before he presses forwards towards Yoongi, tongue swiping out to wet his chapped lips before letting Yoongi lick into his mouth. Yoongi has never thought much about kissing before Hoseok, about tongues and teeth and lips and spit, but there’s something about the way Hoseok kisses him that makes Yoongi’s heart pound when he curls his tongue along the backs of Yoongi’s teeth that reduce him to simple thoughts of warm and more.
Hoseok has his fingers against Yoongi’s jaw, angling his face the right way while Yoongi palms at the back of Hoseok’s neck, and Yoongi can honestly say he likes the thrill of the situation. It’s risky to do this, not just because Jungkook is basically wedged between them, but because any one of the staff members could burst in at any time and they wouldn’t have any kind of excuse to give them as to why they're tangled together. Yoongi has never thought of himself as someone to like exhibitionism, but the thought of getting caught makes Yoongi’s head spin, though that could just be from the way he’s trying to chase the taste of mint around Hoseok’s mouth, and when Yoongi pulls back the slightest bit to tug Hoseok’s lower lip between his teeth the sound he makes is enough to send a spark of heat down Yoongi's spine. Yoongi can feel the heat of Hoseok’s face pretty much radiating off his own, and then he’s bringing his hand forward to thumb against the wetness of Hoseok’s lips, thumb dipping into Hoseok’s open mouth just the slightest bit.
The feeling of Hoseok panting hot against the pad of his fingertip is enough to drive Yoongi forward again, and he almost forgets to pull his thumb away from Hoseok’s mouth before he dips in closer again, ready to feel the clack of teeth against teeth and catching on lips, but then Jungkook let’s out a snore so loud that both of them are jolting back, hearts beating fast.
“God,” Yoongi groans, tossing an arm over his face as he rolls onto his back, the tent shaking form Yoongi’s shoulder hitting the wall of it from that movement alone. The tent really is fucking tiny. “How can such a young kid have such earth shaking snores?”
Hoseok laughs, short sounds interspersed between Jungkook’s ridiculous snoring, and he sounds out of breath in the familiar way that Yoongi knows he gets after they’ve been making out (or attempting to, at least) for a while. The sound of it is comforting in the same way that Hoseok’s entire being is a comfort to Yoongi, and Yoongi finds himself laughing along, the heat that had been pooling in his gut spreading up to his chest instead. Well. That’s one awkward boner avoided, he supposes.
“I have no idea, but,” Hoseok starts, when he’s finally caught his breath, then pauses a little awkwardly, and Hoseok is everything but awkward. Yoongi is about to ask him to spit out whatever he has to say when Hoseok speaks again, “I’m glad it’s you here with me.”
Yoongi can’t deny that that makes his heart speed up just a bit more than before, and the can feel the blood pound in his ears, almost matching rhythm with the frequency of Jungkook’s snores, and the situation they’re in is so ridiculous and Hoseok is just so... sweet that Yoongi doesn’t quite believe it, his only reaction ending up being a snort that he hopes conveys some kind of fondness. Yoongi doesn’t openly show affection that much, but he knows Hoseok can read him well enough to tell when he tries.
“You’re only glad that it’s me and not Namjoon because there’d be no way that you’d be able to get any sleep with both him and Jungkook snoring away,” is what Yoongi settles for in the end, and he’s barely finished the sentence when Hoseok reaches over to pinch at his waist. Yoongi lets out a small yelp, and Hoseok slaps his hand over Yoongi’s mouth to shut him up, nodding down towards Jungkook, still snoring, before he removes his hand, Yoongi making a point to nip at his fingers as he moves away. Hoseok just hums and swipes his now damp fingers against Yoongi’s cheek in retaliation. Yoongi swears that he’s gonna bite down on them the next time it happens.
He’s about to tell Hoseok this when Jungkook twists again, this time flopping over to curl an arm and a leg around Yoongi’s body, burrying his face into Yoongi’s chest. It would be cuter if Yoongi couldn’t feel Jungkook’s toenails through the socks scratching along his calves even through Yoongi’s sweat pants, but Yoongi’s only displeased by him for interrupting what could have been another half an hour of kissing Hoseok. They’re all tired, this Yoongi knows, and they really should be getting to sleep before they have to head back to the studio the next morning. He reaches up and tugs the blanket closer around Jungkook’s shoulders briefly, then settles a hand fondly on the back of Jungkook’s neck while Hoseok moves in closer so they’re all snug and warm.
“We should sleep,” Yoongi says, as seriously as he can manage, cracking a yawn at the end of his sentence. He knows he isn’t the only one tired judging from Hoseok yawning right after his own.
“Okay,” Hoseok replies, the syllables broken up by another yawn. Yoongi feels his eyes droop before Hoseok speaks up again. “What, no goodnight kiss?”
It’s said in the voice Hoseok uses when he’s trying to be cute on camera or playing around with Taehyung, accented and pitched just a few notches higher than his regular voice, so Yoongi knows he isn’t serious. Yoongi just grunts, uncaring and mumbling a “nope,” before shutting his eyes fully.
“Fine,” comes Hoseok’s voice from beyond the black of Yoongi’s closed eyelids, and he thinks the subject is dropped before Hoseok continues with, “then I’ll just give you a big good night smooch instead!” and then Yoongi has a wet kiss pressed to the same side of his face where Hoseok had previously smeared his own saliva off.
Yoongi is about to gripe about drool stains when Jungkook spreads out like a starfish, limbs thrown over Hoseok and Yoongi’s bodies, very much awake and very much annoyed, seventeen and grumbling, “What, I don’t get a good night kiss too?”
It’s sudden and a little bit terrifying, the fact that he’d woken up and heard that exchange between him and Hoseok, but Yoongi wouldn’t be too worried considering how much Hoseok has been going around recently to their three youngest members and pressing kisses to their faces whenever he’d felt like it. Jungkook’s voice is whiny, sleep thick and soft, and it reminds Yoongi of the same Jungkook complaining to everyone within earshot about Yoongi when Yoongi had admitted to the world that he’d stolen Jungkook’s underpants on national broadcast. He’s a brat, but still the baby of the group nonetheless, and Yoongi has said it once and will say it again: Jungkook is cute.
“You want a kiss huh,” Yoongi says, voice coming out gruffer than he’d intended, and he clears his throat and catches Hoseok waggling his eyebrows at him over Jungkook’s head. Jungkook is glaring at him as grumpily Yoongi supposes he can while half asleep, eyes at half mast and pout upon his face, a crease running across his cheek from Hoseok’s sleeve. Jungkook is really, really, cute. Hoseok takes that moment to nuzzle into the back of Jungkook’s neck, causing Jungkook to yelp and twist around from what Yoongi guesses is a very cold nose, before Hoseok is yelling, “Well you can get two!” surprising Jungkook and catching him off guard when both Yoongi and Hoseok smack wet kisses to both of his cheeks.
“Hyung!” is the only thing Jungkook gets out before Hoseok blows a raspberry into the side of his face, and he’s thrashing about as much as he can with Hoseok’s arms clamped around his and Yoongi's fingers tickling up sides, and it’s a while before the three of them stop and sprawl out across each other in a fit of giggles.
“Okay, okay,” Yoongi says when he’s finally managed to catch his breath. Someone has to play hyung and he guesses it’s gonna be him tonight. He smacks Hoseok’s hand away from pinching Jungkook’s cheek again just as Jungkook starts to whine. “It’s time for us to sleep. So, go to sleep, Jungkook.”
“You guys weren’t sleeping when you woke me up,” Jungkook sulks, and Yoongi puts a hand to the back of his head and pulls him closer against his chest to shut him up, which works as well as Yoongi supposes it can, though Jungkook wiggles more to get the blankets half over his face.
Hoseok rolls closer as well. Yoongi thinks he's is going to be sweet and wish Jungkook a quiet good night like he usually does when they’re in the dorms, but what comes out of Hoseok’s mouth makes Yoongi laugh instead, whispered teasingly into Jungkook's ear, “We couldn’t sleep because someone in the tent was out like a light and snoring like a chainsaw.”
Jungkook kicks hard at Hoseok’s leg for that, making him swear in pain, and Yoongi laughs again until Jungkook lets out a dribbly sneeze into his shirt, gross and totally uncalled for and definitely not cute.
-
Jungkook ends up banished to one side of the tent, letting Yoongi have the middle space, and that’s exactly how the rest of the group and staff members find them in the morning, Yoongi with his head tucked under Hoseok’s chin and body curled into Hoseok’s body heat, and Jungkook still snoring a good half a foot of wasted space away. They’re lucky that Yoongi had been cold enough in the night to have the blanket go all the way up to his hair, or he’d never be able to live down the image of him nuzzling into Hoseok’s chest on national television.
Jimin is the first one to barrel into the tent, practically ripping the flap open and sprawling in the tiny bit of space left between Yoongi and Jungkook, hitting Hoseok in the face with his elbow before he rolls over to sit on Jungkook, who lets out a screech when Jimin pinches his cheeks with both hands.
“Stop pinching my cheeks!” is the first thing Yoongi can comprehend when he attempts to listen to what's going on around him. He’s exhausted and Hoseok’s palm is warm against the small of his back, fingers stroking slightly, and it’s way too early to deal with both a giggling Jimin and a grumbling Jungkook. Jimin pays Jungkook’s complaints no attention whatsoever, cooing at him and straddling him while repeating, “but you’re so cute and puffy faced in the morning!” Yoongi can feel Hoseok’s silent laughter from the shaking in his shoulders, and Yoongi smiles into Hoseok’s collarbones and snuggles closer. There’s a moment of calm that settles in Yoongi’s heart while he listens to Jimin’s laughter and Jungkook’s halfhearted retorts, coupled with the rise and fall of Hoseok’s chest while he breathes, and Yoongi isn’t the biggest fan of cuddling, but this is pretty much the only chance he’s going to get, so he lets himself soak up Hoseok’s warmth for just a little bit longer.
He’s about to roll away and catch Jimin in a headlock to stop both Jimin and Jungkook from shaking the tent when there’s a shout and a snap, and then the whole tent is crashing down on them with the force of a body rolling about perpendicular to their own. Jimin’s yelp is drowned out by Seokjin’s shout of “What the fuck, Taehyung,” which in turn gets swallowed up by Taehyung’s laughter and Namjoon’s shout of “It wasn’t me, I didn’t break it this time!” while the managers and staff members groan and start lecturing Seokjin about not swearing during filming.
It’s seemingly bright out, and Taehyung is still rolling about across the four of them in the tent. It’s uncomfortable, and Jimin and Jungkook are thrashing around trying to get out, but Yoongi just focuses on what he can see of Hoseok’s happy smile and waits for the PD to shout “Cut!” before all of them are shipped back to the dorms together, like the big dysfunctional family they are.
BELATED NOTE:
+ If the whole "lose a game and stay in a tent" thing sounds familiar to you, I'm very glad to say that I was 100000000% inspired by VIXX's Plan V Diary >3<
+ thank you to emmi for listening to me ramble on about my plans for this over kkt n__n
PAIRING/CHARACTER: Suga/J-Hope/(Jungkook)
RATING: PG-13
WORDCOUNT: 3351
PROMPT: Jungkook sleeps a bit too soundly between Hoseok and Yoongi. They literally cannot get him to stop snoring. The bright side is that he looks cute when he sleeps.
NOTES: Written for the 2014 bangtanexchange BTS 1st Anniversary Fic Fest! Title from James Blunt's Bonfire Heart. cross posted to dreamwidth and ao3. Originally posted here, this version is edited.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Yoongi says, beanie catching on the opening flap of the tent on his way in. The tent is pretty much miniscule, though decently padded on the inside with blankets laid over what looks like a cheap foam mattress making up most of the floor of the space. The staff members have clearly lined the inside walls with thermal blankets pegged to the thin poles holding the tent together.
It’s hideous, fit for one person, and Yoongi is expected to spend the winter night in it squashed together with Jungkook and Hoseok while the others stay in the guest house, all because they lost another cooking battle. Yoongi eyes the camera taped to the top of the tent warily when Namjoon stumbles his way into it from the other side, Taehyung and Jimin’s giggling about tripping him following just a beat after.
Yoongi sighs, ready to steady Namjoon by reaching a hand out to him, but then the brim of Namjoon’s snapback is colliding with the mess of tape suspending the camera to the top of the tent before the handycam is crashing to the floor, Namjoon sprawled out on top of it, a groan of pain escaping his mouth. Hoseok pokes his head into the tent over Yoongi’s shoulder, his warm cheek pressing against the side of Yoongi’s face, and Yoongi can practically feel the smirk spread out across Hoseok’s face before he speaks.
“Namjoon the destroyer strikes again!”
-
“This is your fault you know,” Yoongi whispers, shooting Hoseok a dirty look just for the hell of it despite knowing that there’s no way that Hoseok can even see him properly in dark. They’re lucky enough that Namjoon had broken the camera meant for their tent so they could at least have more privacy than the other four, but Yoongi keeps his voice low for the sake of their youngest member currently passed out between him and Hoseok in their tiny blanket nest.
Hoseok snorts at him, not bothering to keep his voice down, “You were the one who tried so hard to steal the ramyeon powder from Jimin that you didn’t even notice Taehyung dumping that much pepper into our soup.”
Yoongi makes another face. If it weren’t for this… thing they have going on, and the fact that Jungkook is snoring between them, Yoongi would smack him in the shoulder. Instead, Yoongi props his head up on one arm and wriggles his way closer to Hoseok’s face as gently as he can without displacing Jungkook with his face pressed to Hoseok’s chest and one hand curled into Yoongi’s pajama shirt. Jungkook sighs in his sleep right before he lets out another snore, and Yoongi has got to admit that their maknae is cute.
Well, cute, but kind of a cockblock.
Hoseok seems to understand what Yoongi is thinking about because he’s reaching over, with his free hand, his other arm long trapped under Jungkook’s head to be used as a pillow, and then Yoongi has his hand in Hoseok’s, fingers laced against Yoongi’s hip. Yoongi is thumbing across Hoseok’s knuckles when Hoseok speaks again.
“So,” Hoseok says, and Yoongi knows he’s going to say something stupid before the words even come out of his mouth. “This is romantic.”
There’s a pause, then both of them are shaking, trying to muffle their laughter before Jungkook wakes up and starts asking questions about why they’re holding hands. Yoongi can’t really see Hoseok’s smile in the dark, but he’s seen it enough and in close proximity more times that he can count that it's easy to see it in his mind.
“Sure, this is as romantic as it gets,” Yoongi starts, pausing when Jungkook snuffles his way through a particularly long snore. Yoongi swears Jungkook is going to develope snoring habits that will be able to battle Namjoon's if he keeps on screwing up his sleep schedule. “Definitely romantic if we pretend that we’re married and camping out in the wilderness with our pubescent son interrupting his parents’ bonding session.”
“Bonding session, huh,” Hoseok says, and there’s something sly in his usually gentle voice that makes Yoongi suspicious. He’s about to call Hoseok out on it when Hoseok shifts his fingers away from Yoongi’s to splay across his waist, sliding his palm against the band of Yoongi’s sleep pants, and Yoongi’s brain sputters to a halt when Hoseok leans up and over slightly to brush their lips together.
“Hoseok, don’t you dare start shit with me right now, Jungkook is right there-”
“I know, I know,” Hoseok says, but presses closer anyway. Yoongi sighs again when he feels Hoseok’s breaths against his chin, toothpasty and calm. This time, Yoongi kisses him first, and it’s been so long since they’ve had a moment together with the filming of their new show and cameras all over the dorm that Yoongi lets himself live a little, even if it means attempting half a makeout session above the top of Jungkook’s head. Jungkook’s snores are admittedly more distracting that he’d like, but Yoongi isn’t a chooser when Hoseok has his tongue in Yoongi’s mouth and his fingers pressing into Yoongi’s hip.
It's all going well until Jungkook chooses that moment in his sleep to press closer to Hoseok, and Yoongi has to pull back a little because Jungkook’s back is curving against his chest, forcing him and Hoseok apart. It’s dark in the tent, the only light from outside coming from the porch lights of the guest house, but Yoongi can’t even bring himself to be annoyed when he watches Jungkook butt his head against Hoseok’s chest in an attempt to curl closer to him. It’s like watching a day-old kitten look for its mother when its eyes haven’t opened yet, and Hoseok’s cooing is obnoxious when he pulls his hand away from Yoongi’s hip to poke Jungkook in the cheek.
“Don’t wake him up,” Yoongi says quietly, lifting his own hand to stroke down the back of Jungkook’s head soothingly, cringing at the slight pull of his palm against over-processed hair but continuing the motion nonetheless. Jungkook is cute, especially when he whines and makes scrunched up faces in his sleep whenever Hoseok pinches at his cheeks, but his breathing evens out again with Yoongi’s constant petting. Yoongi only pulls his hand away when Jungkook’s snores pick up again after he’s found a position to finally settle into, legs tangled around Hoseok’s.
It’s quiet for a while then, apart from Jungkook’s snoring, and Yoongi rolls his head back in an attempt to get rid of the cramp in his neck, but Hoseok reaches over for him once more, fingers pressing into the hairs behind Yoongi’s ear, and Yoongi can only hold onto his wrist limply while he lets Hoseok work his magic and massage the tension out of him. Hoseok in the day time is loud and bright, always full of laughter and ready to care, while Yoongi swings back and forth between blunt and unresponsive to any kind of external stimuli. It’s funny how they ended up this fond of each other, and sometimes Yoongi can’t do anything but thank Hoseok by smiling back at his glances and leaning into his touches.
Yoongi lets his fingers wander up Hoseok’s arm, head lolling to one side from Hoseok’s hand against his neck, and this is a chance so rare that Yoongi can’t let himself fall asleep with the two of them just petting each other, so he curls his fingers around Hoseok’s bicep and pulls him close enough to bite at his bottom lip once more.
It’s clumsy but soft, and Yoongi can feel Hoseok’s lips quirk into a smile before he presses forwards towards Yoongi, tongue swiping out to wet his chapped lips before letting Yoongi lick into his mouth. Yoongi has never thought much about kissing before Hoseok, about tongues and teeth and lips and spit, but there’s something about the way Hoseok kisses him that makes Yoongi’s heart pound when he curls his tongue along the backs of Yoongi’s teeth that reduce him to simple thoughts of warm and more.
Hoseok has his fingers against Yoongi’s jaw, angling his face the right way while Yoongi palms at the back of Hoseok’s neck, and Yoongi can honestly say he likes the thrill of the situation. It’s risky to do this, not just because Jungkook is basically wedged between them, but because any one of the staff members could burst in at any time and they wouldn’t have any kind of excuse to give them as to why they're tangled together. Yoongi has never thought of himself as someone to like exhibitionism, but the thought of getting caught makes Yoongi’s head spin, though that could just be from the way he’s trying to chase the taste of mint around Hoseok’s mouth, and when Yoongi pulls back the slightest bit to tug Hoseok’s lower lip between his teeth the sound he makes is enough to send a spark of heat down Yoongi's spine. Yoongi can feel the heat of Hoseok’s face pretty much radiating off his own, and then he’s bringing his hand forward to thumb against the wetness of Hoseok’s lips, thumb dipping into Hoseok’s open mouth just the slightest bit.
The feeling of Hoseok panting hot against the pad of his fingertip is enough to drive Yoongi forward again, and he almost forgets to pull his thumb away from Hoseok’s mouth before he dips in closer again, ready to feel the clack of teeth against teeth and catching on lips, but then Jungkook let’s out a snore so loud that both of them are jolting back, hearts beating fast.
“God,” Yoongi groans, tossing an arm over his face as he rolls onto his back, the tent shaking form Yoongi’s shoulder hitting the wall of it from that movement alone. The tent really is fucking tiny. “How can such a young kid have such earth shaking snores?”
Hoseok laughs, short sounds interspersed between Jungkook’s ridiculous snoring, and he sounds out of breath in the familiar way that Yoongi knows he gets after they’ve been making out (or attempting to, at least) for a while. The sound of it is comforting in the same way that Hoseok’s entire being is a comfort to Yoongi, and Yoongi finds himself laughing along, the heat that had been pooling in his gut spreading up to his chest instead. Well. That’s one awkward boner avoided, he supposes.
“I have no idea, but,” Hoseok starts, when he’s finally caught his breath, then pauses a little awkwardly, and Hoseok is everything but awkward. Yoongi is about to ask him to spit out whatever he has to say when Hoseok speaks again, “I’m glad it’s you here with me.”
Yoongi can’t deny that that makes his heart speed up just a bit more than before, and the can feel the blood pound in his ears, almost matching rhythm with the frequency of Jungkook’s snores, and the situation they’re in is so ridiculous and Hoseok is just so... sweet that Yoongi doesn’t quite believe it, his only reaction ending up being a snort that he hopes conveys some kind of fondness. Yoongi doesn’t openly show affection that much, but he knows Hoseok can read him well enough to tell when he tries.
“You’re only glad that it’s me and not Namjoon because there’d be no way that you’d be able to get any sleep with both him and Jungkook snoring away,” is what Yoongi settles for in the end, and he’s barely finished the sentence when Hoseok reaches over to pinch at his waist. Yoongi lets out a small yelp, and Hoseok slaps his hand over Yoongi’s mouth to shut him up, nodding down towards Jungkook, still snoring, before he removes his hand, Yoongi making a point to nip at his fingers as he moves away. Hoseok just hums and swipes his now damp fingers against Yoongi’s cheek in retaliation. Yoongi swears that he’s gonna bite down on them the next time it happens.
He’s about to tell Hoseok this when Jungkook twists again, this time flopping over to curl an arm and a leg around Yoongi’s body, burrying his face into Yoongi’s chest. It would be cuter if Yoongi couldn’t feel Jungkook’s toenails through the socks scratching along his calves even through Yoongi’s sweat pants, but Yoongi’s only displeased by him for interrupting what could have been another half an hour of kissing Hoseok. They’re all tired, this Yoongi knows, and they really should be getting to sleep before they have to head back to the studio the next morning. He reaches up and tugs the blanket closer around Jungkook’s shoulders briefly, then settles a hand fondly on the back of Jungkook’s neck while Hoseok moves in closer so they’re all snug and warm.
“We should sleep,” Yoongi says, as seriously as he can manage, cracking a yawn at the end of his sentence. He knows he isn’t the only one tired judging from Hoseok yawning right after his own.
“Okay,” Hoseok replies, the syllables broken up by another yawn. Yoongi feels his eyes droop before Hoseok speaks up again. “What, no goodnight kiss?”
It’s said in the voice Hoseok uses when he’s trying to be cute on camera or playing around with Taehyung, accented and pitched just a few notches higher than his regular voice, so Yoongi knows he isn’t serious. Yoongi just grunts, uncaring and mumbling a “nope,” before shutting his eyes fully.
“Fine,” comes Hoseok’s voice from beyond the black of Yoongi’s closed eyelids, and he thinks the subject is dropped before Hoseok continues with, “then I’ll just give you a big good night smooch instead!” and then Yoongi has a wet kiss pressed to the same side of his face where Hoseok had previously smeared his own saliva off.
Yoongi is about to gripe about drool stains when Jungkook spreads out like a starfish, limbs thrown over Hoseok and Yoongi’s bodies, very much awake and very much annoyed, seventeen and grumbling, “What, I don’t get a good night kiss too?”
It’s sudden and a little bit terrifying, the fact that he’d woken up and heard that exchange between him and Hoseok, but Yoongi wouldn’t be too worried considering how much Hoseok has been going around recently to their three youngest members and pressing kisses to their faces whenever he’d felt like it. Jungkook’s voice is whiny, sleep thick and soft, and it reminds Yoongi of the same Jungkook complaining to everyone within earshot about Yoongi when Yoongi had admitted to the world that he’d stolen Jungkook’s underpants on national broadcast. He’s a brat, but still the baby of the group nonetheless, and Yoongi has said it once and will say it again: Jungkook is cute.
“You want a kiss huh,” Yoongi says, voice coming out gruffer than he’d intended, and he clears his throat and catches Hoseok waggling his eyebrows at him over Jungkook’s head. Jungkook is glaring at him as grumpily Yoongi supposes he can while half asleep, eyes at half mast and pout upon his face, a crease running across his cheek from Hoseok’s sleeve. Jungkook is really, really, cute. Hoseok takes that moment to nuzzle into the back of Jungkook’s neck, causing Jungkook to yelp and twist around from what Yoongi guesses is a very cold nose, before Hoseok is yelling, “Well you can get two!” surprising Jungkook and catching him off guard when both Yoongi and Hoseok smack wet kisses to both of his cheeks.
“Hyung!” is the only thing Jungkook gets out before Hoseok blows a raspberry into the side of his face, and he’s thrashing about as much as he can with Hoseok’s arms clamped around his and Yoongi's fingers tickling up sides, and it’s a while before the three of them stop and sprawl out across each other in a fit of giggles.
“Okay, okay,” Yoongi says when he’s finally managed to catch his breath. Someone has to play hyung and he guesses it’s gonna be him tonight. He smacks Hoseok’s hand away from pinching Jungkook’s cheek again just as Jungkook starts to whine. “It’s time for us to sleep. So, go to sleep, Jungkook.”
“You guys weren’t sleeping when you woke me up,” Jungkook sulks, and Yoongi puts a hand to the back of his head and pulls him closer against his chest to shut him up, which works as well as Yoongi supposes it can, though Jungkook wiggles more to get the blankets half over his face.
Hoseok rolls closer as well. Yoongi thinks he's is going to be sweet and wish Jungkook a quiet good night like he usually does when they’re in the dorms, but what comes out of Hoseok’s mouth makes Yoongi laugh instead, whispered teasingly into Jungkook's ear, “We couldn’t sleep because someone in the tent was out like a light and snoring like a chainsaw.”
Jungkook kicks hard at Hoseok’s leg for that, making him swear in pain, and Yoongi laughs again until Jungkook lets out a dribbly sneeze into his shirt, gross and totally uncalled for and definitely not cute.
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Jungkook ends up banished to one side of the tent, letting Yoongi have the middle space, and that’s exactly how the rest of the group and staff members find them in the morning, Yoongi with his head tucked under Hoseok’s chin and body curled into Hoseok’s body heat, and Jungkook still snoring a good half a foot of wasted space away. They’re lucky that Yoongi had been cold enough in the night to have the blanket go all the way up to his hair, or he’d never be able to live down the image of him nuzzling into Hoseok’s chest on national television.
Jimin is the first one to barrel into the tent, practically ripping the flap open and sprawling in the tiny bit of space left between Yoongi and Jungkook, hitting Hoseok in the face with his elbow before he rolls over to sit on Jungkook, who lets out a screech when Jimin pinches his cheeks with both hands.
“Stop pinching my cheeks!” is the first thing Yoongi can comprehend when he attempts to listen to what's going on around him. He’s exhausted and Hoseok’s palm is warm against the small of his back, fingers stroking slightly, and it’s way too early to deal with both a giggling Jimin and a grumbling Jungkook. Jimin pays Jungkook’s complaints no attention whatsoever, cooing at him and straddling him while repeating, “but you’re so cute and puffy faced in the morning!” Yoongi can feel Hoseok’s silent laughter from the shaking in his shoulders, and Yoongi smiles into Hoseok’s collarbones and snuggles closer. There’s a moment of calm that settles in Yoongi’s heart while he listens to Jimin’s laughter and Jungkook’s halfhearted retorts, coupled with the rise and fall of Hoseok’s chest while he breathes, and Yoongi isn’t the biggest fan of cuddling, but this is pretty much the only chance he’s going to get, so he lets himself soak up Hoseok’s warmth for just a little bit longer.
He’s about to roll away and catch Jimin in a headlock to stop both Jimin and Jungkook from shaking the tent when there’s a shout and a snap, and then the whole tent is crashing down on them with the force of a body rolling about perpendicular to their own. Jimin’s yelp is drowned out by Seokjin’s shout of “What the fuck, Taehyung,” which in turn gets swallowed up by Taehyung’s laughter and Namjoon’s shout of “It wasn’t me, I didn’t break it this time!” while the managers and staff members groan and start lecturing Seokjin about not swearing during filming.
It’s seemingly bright out, and Taehyung is still rolling about across the four of them in the tent. It’s uncomfortable, and Jimin and Jungkook are thrashing around trying to get out, but Yoongi just focuses on what he can see of Hoseok’s happy smile and waits for the PD to shout “Cut!” before all of them are shipped back to the dorms together, like the big dysfunctional family they are.
BELATED NOTE:
+ If the whole "lose a game and stay in a tent" thing sounds familiar to you, I'm very glad to say that I was 100000000% inspired by VIXX's Plan V Diary >3<
+ thank you to emmi for listening to me ramble on about my plans for this over kkt n__n