Yoongi woke up in the middle of the night. He didn’t know why.
Nothing had chased him in his dreams.
Nothing had disturbed his sleep.
He looked next to his side.
He was laying there. Still , love marks on his neck. The thick lips parted and the birth mark on his upper lip was so cute, he almost wanted to kiss him.
Hoseok was a beauty.
Yoongi laid on his side and looked at him. He was wearing nothing but Hoseok’s hickeys, bite- and scratch marks on his body and his skin, the warm blanket was embracing his body, the fabric was thick and welcoming.
He loved Hoseok.
Yoongi had to get up.
He struggled quietly a little bit with the blanket before he grabbed his slippers and his bathrobe, which was laying on the chair to get dressed at least a little bit.
He turned around, Hoseok was still sleeping, his chest rose and fell steadily and Yoongi had the urge to kiss him until he woke up just to love him over and over again.
But he didn’t and instead he shoved the glass door open and went onto the balcony.
Hoseok’s apartment was on the eighth floor and the view onto the city was incredible.
The night air was cold and freezing, Yoongi enjoyed the goose bumps on his skin.
He had always liked it when it was cold.
Everything felt so pure and like it stood still. The streets were a little bit emptier and the chances to cover everything in an innocent layer of pure white snow made him happy.
He was a winter person.
He had always loved it.
Hoseok was a summer person. When the weather matched his bright personality Hoseok was fully blooming and spreading his love and kindness to every single human being. His smile shone brighter than the cloudless skies and hi behaving was even warmer than th