Winter grew dimmer and colder as December plowed through Seoul, the white snow ironically blackening the lights of the city and dirtying the roads and sidewalks as it absorbed the colour underneath people's tires and boots.

Consequentially, the energy level fell lower each day, with the cloudy skies that hushed slumbers and whispered cold lullabies into the ears of those hopeful that work or school might get canceled. The icy air promised the release of responsibility that would never come while the people had grown accustomed to holding every breath that isn't productive for work.

YoonGi was dreaming on such a day that he would get more sleep than the five hours he lived on. He groaned and sat up in bed, glancing over at the boy next to him and running his fingers gently over the guy's shoulder with absentminded fondness. He was halfway through pulling on his pants when he realized exactly what was out of place. His eyes widened at the tan body in his bed. "Oh, . Hoseok," he stated with a low voice.

"Hmm?" The younger hummed.

", Hoseok, you weren't supposed to sleep here," YoonGi muttered as he slapped a hand on his face and rubbed it downward as if it would wake him up. Hoseok sat up slowly. "And where is your shirt?" He asked in feigned concern. Goddamn it, how the hell was Hoseok cute with messy hair and hot without his shirt?

YoonGi had a feeling that he'd have a hard time keeping his hands to himself in this relationship. Hoseok smirked and narrowed his eyes, and if he wasn't just the iest thing. "Oh please, YoonGi. Come back to bed, Gorgeous," he beckoned.

"Hoseok, I have work, come on," he said, though he didn't seem to oppose when Hoseok came up behind him and slipped his hands across the plain of YoonGi's stomach.

"Do you think you could deal with being a little late? I'd be happy to tell them my car wouldn't start," he offered. That's when YoonGi whipped around and kissed Hoseok hard because god, he couldn't take it anymore. There was the edge of a smirk on Hoseok's lips, making them taste 100% better, and YoonGi kissed him back with passion and enthusiasm. A few seconds passed before tongues were mixing in mouths and Hoseok's teeth occasionally nipped at YoonGi's lips. The older found it exciting, knowing his lips always looked prettier when they were redder.

"But that's lying," he exhaled, though he had no intention of stopping as he dragged his hands tentatively down Hoseok's chest and stopped at the boy's waistband. Hoseok had given up on an innocent morning when he picked YoonGi up, letting the guy wrap his legs around the younger's waist before carrying him back to bed.

"But you're so ing hot, why would I let you leave that easy?" He growled into YoonGi's neck while his hands scanned the body under him. YoonGi's breath was irregular and needy as he wished time would stop this once so he could spend the seconds with his boyfriend.

Eventually, YoonGi arrived at work, half an hour late, frazzled, with Hoseok nowhere to be seen. Hyojin talked his ear off about the importance of being on time, and normally, he would've agreed, but at the moment, he spent the dreary day thinking about how it would feel to keep his mouth full of Hoseok's rock hard-

JungKook came back to Room 103 for Hoseok's class at