hoseok awoke to find something heavy and warm clinging to him.

he squirmed around the single bunk, doing his best to maneuver around the person clinging to his side. He manages to get his arms out from under their jailer's head; the dead feeling left in them wasn't pleasant but he put up with it, thankful they were no longer trapped.

hoseok reaches up with his arms over his head, stretching his muscles and arching his back whilst allowing some unearthly, sleepy groans to escape from his mouth. sadly his freedom didn't last long as the heavy warm thing dropped its weight down onto his chest.

"tae-" he struggles, trying to push the other off him. "i can't breathe!”

taehyung simply ignores his hyung, burying his head deeper into the warm crook of hoseok's neck happily and snaking calloused fingers into the elders’ white shirt fabric to play with warm smooth skin.

taehyung roughly slept for two hours that night and sharing a cramped bunk bed with his warm hobi hyung was something that taehyung enjoyed and didn't want to be disturbed from. ignoring his hyung’s complaints and clinging to his warmth seemed like a good idea to taehyung.

it didn't matter than he was cramped into hoseok's single bed with the stupid blue pororo bed sheets that the elder swore were good luck, or that if he tried sitting up he would slam his head onto the wooden headboard above. he was warm, with hoseok, and comfortable.

hoseok grudgingly pulled on the blankets which were trapped uncomfortably between taehyung's legs and his own. their position may have been fine for a little while, taehyung and hoseok lying chest to chest, grabby hands in hoseok’s shirt and taehyung’s long legs wrapped around hoseok's own, but in no time hoseok was ready to get up and brush his teeth and start the day.

squirming once more, the elder boy tugged lightly at taehyung's dark hair. “tae, off." he whispered, keeping mind that they shared a room with one other person who isn’t exactly a heavy sleeper.

taehyung makes no sound, but ducks his head to lower nipping lightly at hoseok's collar bones. hoseok sighs, and swats at the back of taehyung's head gently; not that he didn't like taehyung being affectionate, he just really really wanted to get up and brush away the rank out of his mouth.

the younger boy pulls his arms from the warmth inside of the elders’ shirt and hovers over him, two hands digging into the pastel sheets by hoseok's head. they lock eyes for a few seconds before hoseok knows what taehyung wants and the elder boy sit up to press a quick kiss to the younger’s lips.

taehyung's rectangle smile is offered after that, and he leans down pressing soft lips to the elders chapped ones. hoseok feels taehyung smile into the kiss and suddenly he doesn't want to get up anymore, bad breath and all.

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