April 11, 2021

Consciousness came to Yoongi like a cartoon anvil to the head.

His eyes were still closed but he squeezed them shut even tighter, protesting the arrival of morning.

Fuck morning.

His head was pounding.

No.

Not his head.

There was actual pounding. Knocking.

From the hallway.

His eyes still closed, he listened. Trying to judge if the sound was at his door or not.

It didn't stop and Yoongi decided that it wasn't his door. Still, whoever it was had better fucking cut it out. He was too tired for this sh-

"Hobi-hyung! You awake?"

Hoseok.

Yoongi's eyes shot open.

He became aware of the weight of arms around his torso. They tightened around him as Yoongi attempted to turn, trying to confirm that last night was not just some elaborate dream.

But then came what was unmistakably Hoseok's groggy morning voice in his ear.

"Should I just text them and lie? Say I'm in the shower and tell them to come back later?"

Yoongi nodded, "Mhm. Anything to get Jungkook to shut up. My head is killing me."

He felt a breath on the back of his neck and Hoseok shifted, reaching for his phone behind on the nightstand, typing out the message.

Yoongi heard an almost instant reply from the maknae and Hoseok read it aloud, "Late breakfast in Seokjin's room! See you soon."

Yoongi pouted a bit, "They didn't come wake me up for breakfast."

"They did. You were out cold and they gave up."

"Ah."

"I feel bad for lying."

"Then shower."

"What?"

"You told them you were showering. You didn't specify where."

Hoseok kissed the back of his neck and Yoongi stopped breathing.

Didn't Hoseok realize they were no longer drunk?

That it was morning?

That now was the time for the potentially extremely delicate conversation where they ask each other what happened last night and what it means?

But Hoseok, perpetually chill, decided for both of them that they could skip that part. Continue where they left off.

Last night wasn't over because time didn't matter.

His kisses trailed from the back of Yoongi's neck to that place above his jaw, below his ear-

"Come with me."

Yoongi sat up and threw off the blanket, "They'd better have enough miniscule shampoo bottles for both of us."

Hangover or not, a wet, naked Hoseok was happening and Yoongi found that he could be a morning person with the right incentive.

They stepped into the bathroom together and Hoseok started the water.

Yoongi pulled off his shirt and boxers, tossing them to the tiled floor and turned to see that Hoseook had already done so.

Was already taking in his naked body, eyes wide and mouth slack.

"Shit, hyung."

"Wh- What?"

But Hoseok didn't answer. Just took a breath, blowing it out through his heart-shaped pout before stepping forward. A hand on Yoongi's face, fingers skimming his jawline and lips connecting.

They were no longer drunk.

It was morning.

And Hoseok was naked, kissing him on the tiled floor of his hotel bathroom.

Yoongi shivered, whimpering into the kiss because-

1: It was hot.

And 2: It was cold as balls.

He pulled away, still shivering, "Hoseok can we get in the water?"

"Yeah- yeah, hyung."

Once in the shower, they picked up where they left off. Kissing against the wall and Hoseok knocked over all the miniscule bottles of shampoo.

Yoongi laughed and they focused on getting clean so they could focus on getting dirty.

Tried not to half-ass the shampooing process in their haste because the stylist noonas would be a special kind of pissed if they showed up backstage with less than immaculate hair.

But after that it was mutual soapy handjobs and Yoongi was fairly certain that he could start getting used to being with Hoseok like this...

Correction: he would not accept going back to the way it was.

They washed away the soap and Yoongi looked up at Hoseok again and detected worry in his eyes. "Hoba?"

They were no longer drunk.

It was morning.

And it was time for the potentially extremely delicate conversation.

"Yoongi... I said some things to you last night. I know I was drunk. But I meant them." Water droplets fell from his hair beading down his face. Yoongi watched them drip down to his lips and brought his eyes back up to Hoseok's.

Hoseok leaned in, as if timid. As if they hadn't both sucked each other's dicks last night. As if they hadn't slept in each other's arms. As if they hadn't just brought each other to orgasm under the showerhead.

"When I said you're not weak. When I said I don't want you to drink alone. When I said that I want you," he wiped the water from his eyes. Or tears. Yoongi couldn't see because he was crying, "I still do."

And then they put all the movie kisses to shame.

Yoongi's hands flew up, arms around Hoseok's neck, mouths resuming - improving - the rhythm they discovered last night.

Fingers raking through Hoseok's hair, tugging gently at the wet strands.

Sober, but somehow fewer inhibitions.

Hoseok turned them, pressing Yoongi into the wall, hands sliding everywhere, water temperature threatening to drop.

And they still kept kissing.

•  •  •

They joined the other members in Seokjin's suite, Hoseok's hair still wet and Yoongi's blow dried to avoid Taehyung's squeals of "Sope confirmed!".

But Sope was confirmed.

The End

[a/n]

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i loved writing this so much!

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thank you again to Yoongidique and naniVkookie for the encouraging words and for reading my drafts and giving your opinion!!!

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