Gentle thoughts were drifting through his head, surprisingly soft, tender thoughts. Unsuited for the current situation they were in really, and Jimin was beginning to really hate it. The way even as he was crushed under his hyung’s arms as he was being teased and tickled, he couldn’t stop those warm thoughts.

He squirmed in Hoseok’s hold, whining loudly on the same breath as a strangled laugh. He wondered why Hoseok seemed so much stronger and larger than him, when he didn’t think it was entirely true. Sure, he was small but he wasn’t that small, right? Jimin’s eyes glanced up as the older male stopped his assault on his sides with those long fingers, pretending to frown.

Why wasn’t he able to stop thinking things like this even as he was practically being tortured? Things like: Hobi-hyung is even manly like this. How is he so manly and firm even when laughing and giggling like this?

His brows dented as he faked annoyance. “Ah, hyung! Get off, you’re crushing me, you huge guy!”  

Hoseok, who had a moment ago ceased flopping around and wiggling his fingers in a gentle manner, seemed content to simply lay directly on top of his dongsaeng without a care in the world. At the words, he craned his neck forward, nuzzling his nose into Jimin’s neck in a playful manner. His hands laid at both of their sides on the bed as he deflated across Jimin’s torso. Stomach to stomach, though his hips were thrown off to the side, and only one leg was pressed between the younger one’s knees.

The hyung hissed gently into his the skin of his neck. “Why would you try to hurt your hyung’s feelings?” He wiggled his hips at Jimin’s side, shaking them both and Jimin whined again.

“Why would you try to crush me?” He pouted.

“Because my dongsaeng is the cutest when he’s crushed beneath me.”

Above all things, Jimin hated noticing how easy it was for Hobi-hyung to so easily make a mess of him. So when the words were murmured into his neck, Jimin froze.

The heat that crawled over Jimin’s round cheeks could most likely be seen through the left over layer of bb cream from earlier that day, he was certain of it. Thankfully, his hyung was still collapsed on top of him, chin resting on his shoulder and face now pressed into the pillow.

“…Hyung, don’t say something like that.” He wheezed, attempting to free himself at last, but this time he was immediately successful–when he pushed, his hyung rolled off easily, and for some reason, Jimin immediately missed the warmth.

Hoseok was gazing at him, he found as he turned his head. There was no embarrassment present on the face, only two dimples and a very small grin.

The words came back to him and sent his heart fluttering again. He could feel the heat between them as their arms were pressed together. After a moment he cleared his throat and turned to look at the ceiling as he spoke. “I’m not a cute dongsaeng, I’m wild and handsome, didn’t you know hyung?”

For a moment there was no response before the rough but playful voice at his side seeped into his skin and sent a line of chills down his body. “Yes, of course.” Jimin could hear the smile on his voice and he was beginning to resent the way that made him feel as well. Why was it so easy for his hyung to ? “Wild and handsome…until I crawl on top and crush you again.” Jimin’s head was tilting to give his hyung a glare again but he was met with a neutral expression that gave him a moment’s pause.

“Why do you make it difficult for me to remain cool, hyung?”

He got a shrug in response. “I think you’re cool.” The words were soft, genuine and casual, and they made his stomach clench.