They heard the opening and closing of the front door late in the night, announcing Taehyung's return home.

There was a knock on Hoseok's bedroom door followed by a giddy "Goodnight, Hobi! ...and Yoongi!," as Tae had again noticed Yoongi's shoes by the front door.

Hoseok laughed softly and rolled his eyes, pulling the blanket around himself and his boyfriend.

Yoongi watched Hoseok's eyes as the younger fiddled with a loose thread on the corner of the blanket.

He'd never been this close to his eyes before. Never really had the chance to look this deeply into them because of his own tendency to be weirded out by eye contact. Not as much by his boyfriend, not now anymore really, but he'd still never been able to steal a gaze for this long undetected.

He was disgusted with himself that, up until now, he'd probably have described them as simply "brown".

But there was nothing simple about them.

They were smoky topaz and creamy amber, glinting and shimmering in the sun. They were swirling autumn leaves drifting lazily in the wind. They were the deep, dark soil where he wanted to put down roots and call home. They were the sweetest eyes he'd ever seen.

They looked at him and smiled, as only Hoseok's eyes could.

This time, he didn't look away until he could no longer fight off sleep and succumbed to heavy lids.

[a/n]

trying to catch moments between them.

also on the topic of eyes: 

 i have dark green/blue eyes with orangey centers (heterochromia iridium, for ya). 

how about y'all? 

i've always been sooooo fucking jealous of brown eyes. they are gorgeous. 

this chapter is my love letter.