"Yoongi."

The voice was familiar, instantly recognizable, and Yoongi woke, fear unfurling in his chest like a late-blooming flower. Dark eyes met his. Anyone else and Yoongi would've lashed out for daring to disturb his sleep, but this was Hobi, and all Yoongi could think, even as everything in him sparked alive, was that this was a bad, bad idea.

"What are you doing?" He breathed out the question, so softly that he wasn't sure Hobi had heard him. But the other boy was sliding in next to him on the bed, winding his wiry arms around Yoongi, pressing his face into the space between Yoongi's neck and shoulder. And Yoongi was letting him, rolling over so they were spooning, his defenses always crumbly when it came to this boy. "Hobi," he hissed. "You know why we can't."

"Please," he heard Hobi whisper back, mouth moving against the skin of Yoongi's neck, sending shivers down his spine. "Just for tonight. I'll leave before Jin-hyung wakes. Just..." His voice wavered, dropped. "I need you."

Yoongi swallowed hard, closed his eyes. He could hear Jin breathing steadily on the other side of the room, sound asleep. He could feel Hobi's heart beating fast, so fast, in time with his own, could feel the heat where they pressed against each other skin-to-skin. It would be fine, he thought. Nobody would know. They could have this one night. "Okay," he breathed out, and felt Hobi's slender