“You’re only glad that it’s me and not Namjoon because there’d be no way that you’d be able to get any sleep with both him and Jungkook snoring away,” is what Yoongi settles for in the end, and he’s barely finished the sentence when Hoseok reaches over to pinch at his waist. Yoongi lets out a small yelp, and Hoseok slaps his hand over Yoongi’s mouth to shut him up, nodding down towards Jungkook, still snoring, before he removes his hand, Yoongi making a point to nip at his fingers as he moves away. Hoseok just hums and swipes his now damp fingers against Yoongi’s cheek in retaliation. Yoongi swears that he’s gonna bite down on them the next time this happens.
He’s about to tell Hoseok this when Jungkook twists again, this time flopping over to curl an arm and a leg around Yoongi’s body, burrying his face into Yoongi’s chest. It would be cuter if Yoongi couldn’t feel Jungkook’s toenails through the socks scratching along his calves even through Yoongi’s track pants, but Yoongi’s only displeased by him for interrupting what could have been another half an hour of kissing Hoseok. They’re all tired, this Yoongi knows, and they really should be getting to sleep before they have to head back to the studio the next morning. He reaches up and tugs the blanket closer around Jungkook’s shoulders briefly, then settles a hand fondly on the back of Jungkook’s neck while Hoseok moves in closer so they’re all snug and warm.
“We should sleep,” Yoongi says, as seriously as he can manage, cracking a yawn at the end of his sentence. He knows he isn’t the only one tired judging from Hoseok yawning right after his own.
“Okay,” Hoseok replies, the syllables broken up by another yawn. Yoongi feels his eyes droop before Hoseok speaks again. “What, no goodnight kiss?”
It’s said in the voice Hoseok uses when he’s trying to be cute on camera or playing around with Taehyung, accented and pitched just a few notches higher than his regular voice, so Yoongi knows he isn’t serious. Yoongi just grunts, uncaring and mumbling a “nope,” before shutting his eyes fully. “Fine,” comes Hoseok’s voice from beyond the black of Yoongi’s closed eyelids, and he thinks the subject is dropped before Hoseok continues with, “then I’ll just give you a big good night smooch instead!” and then Yoongi has a wet kiss pressed to the same side of his face where Hoseok had previously smeared his own saliva off.
Yoongi is about to gripe about drool stains when Jungkook spreads out like a star fish, limbs thrown over Hoseok and Yoongi’s bodies, very much awake and very much annoyed, seventeen and grumbling, “What, I don’t get a good night kiss too?”
It’s sudden and a little bit terrifying, the fact that he’d woken up and heard that exchange between him and Hoseok, but Yoongi wouldn’t be too worried considering how much Hoseok has been going around recently to their three youngest members and pressed kisses to their faces whenever he’d felt like it. Jungkook’s voice is whiny, sleep thick and soft, and he reminds Yoongi of the same Jungkook complaining to everyone within earshot about Yoongi when Yoongi had admitted to the world that he’d stolen Jungkook’s underpants on national broadcast. He’s a brat, but still the baby of the group nonetheless, and Yoongi has said it once and will say it again: Jungkook is cute.
“You want a kiss huh,” Yoongi says, voice coming out gruffer than he’d intended, and he clears his throat and catches Hoseok waggling his eyes at him over Jungkook’s head. Jungkook is staring at him as Yoongi supposes he can while half asleep, eyes at half mast and pout upon his face, a crease running across his cheek from Hoseok’s sleeve. Really, really, cute.
Hoseok takes that moment to nuzzle into the back of Jungkook’s neck, causing Jungkook to yelp and twist around from what Yoongi guesses is a very cold nose, before Hoseok is yelling, “Well you can get two!” surprising Jungkook and getting him off guard when both Yoongi and Hoseok smack wet kisses to each of his cheeks.
“Hyung!” is the only thing Jungkook gets out before Hoseok blows a raspberry into the side of his face, and he’s thrashing about as much as he can from Hoseok’s arms clamped around his and Yoongi tickling up sides, and it’s a while before the three of them stop and sprawl out across each other in a fit of giggles.
“Okay, okay,” Yoongi says when he’s finally managed to catch his breath. Someone has to play hyung and he guesses it’s gonna be him tonight. He smacks Hoseok’s hand away from pinching Jungkook’s cheek again just as Jungkook starts to whine. “It’s time for us to sleep. So go to sleep, Jungkook.”
“You guys weren’t sleeping when you woke me up,” Jungkook sulks, and Yoongi puts a hand to the back of his head and pulls him closer against his chest to shut him up, which works as well as Yoongi supposes it can, though Jungkook wiggles more to get the blankets half over his face.
Hoseok rolls closer as well. Yoongi thinks Hoseok is going to be sweet and wish Jungkook a quiet good night like he usually does when they’re in the dorms, but what comes out of Hoseok’s mouth makes Yoongi laugh instead. “We couldn’t sleep because someone in the tent was out like a light and snoring like a chainsaw.”
Jungkook kicks hard at Hoseok’s leg for that, making him swear in pain, and Yoongi laughs again until Jungkook lets out a dribbly sneeze into his shirt, gross and totally uncalled for and definitely not cute.
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Jungkook ends up banished to one side of the tent, letting Yoongi have the middle space, and that’s exactly how the rest of the group and staff members find them in the morning, Yoongi with his head tucked under Hoseok’s chin and body curled into Hoseok’s body heat, and Jungkook still snoring a good half a foot of wasted space away. They’re lucky that Yoongi had been cold enough in the night to have the blanket go all the way up to his hair, or he’d never be able to live down the image of him nuzzling into Hoseok’s chest on national television.
Jimin is the first one in the tent, practically ripping the flap open and sprawling in the tiny bit of space left between Yoongi and Jungkook, hitting Hoseok in the face with his elbow before he rolls over to sit on Jungkook, who lets out a screech when Jimin pinches his cheeks with both hands.
“Stop pinching my cheeks!” is the first thing Yoongi can comprehend. He’s exhausted and Hoseok’s palm is still warm against the small of his back, fingers stroking slightly, and it’s way too early to deal with both a giggling Jimin and a grumbling Jungkook.
Jimin pays Jungkook’s complaints no attention whatsoever, cooing at him still and straddling him while repeating, “but you’re so cute and puffy faced in the morning!” Yoongi can feel Hoseok’s silent laughter from the shaking in his shoulders, and Yoongi smiles into Hoseok’s collarbones and snuggles closer. There’s a moment of calm that settles in Yoongi’s heart while he listens to Jimin’s laughter and Jungkook’s halfhearted retorts, coupled with the rise and fall of Hoseok’s chest while he breathes, and Yoongi isn’t the biggest cuddler, but this is pretty much the only chance he’s going to get, so he lets himself soak up Hoseok’s warmth for just a little bit longer.
He’s about to roll away and catch Jimin in a headlock to stop both Jimin and Jungkook from shaking the tent when there’s a shout and a snap, and then the whole tent is crashing down on them with the force of a body rolling about perpendicular to their own. Jimin’s yelp is drowned out by Seokjin’s shout of “What the fuck, Taehyung,” which in turn gets swallowed up by Taehyung’s laughter and Namjoon’s shout of “It wasn’t me, I didn’t break it this time!” while the managers and staff members groan and start lecturing Seokjin about not swearing while they film.
It’s bright out, and Taehyung is still rolling about across the four of them in the tent. It’s uncomfortable, and Jimin and Jungkook are thrashing around trying to get out, but Yoongi just focuses on what he can see of Hoseok’s happy smile and waits for the PD to shout “Cut!” and for all of them to be shipped back to the dorms together, like the big dysfunctional family they are.
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He’s about to tell Hoseok this when Jungkook twists again, this time flopping over to curl an arm and a leg around Yoongi’s body, burrying his face into Yoongi’s chest. It would be cuter if Yoongi couldn’t feel Jungkook’s toenails through the socks scratching along his calves even through Yoongi’s track pants, but Yoongi’s only displeased by him for interrupting what could have been another half an hour of kissing Hoseok. They’re all tired, this Yoongi knows, and they really should be getting to sleep before they have to head back to the studio the next morning. He reaches up and tugs the blanket closer around Jungkook’s shoulders briefly, then settles a hand fondly on the back of Jungkook’s neck while Hoseok moves in closer so they’re all snug and warm.
“We should sleep,” Yoongi says, as seriously as he can manage, cracking a yawn at the end of his sentence. He knows he isn’t the only one tired judging from Hoseok yawning right after his own.
“Okay,” Hoseok replies, the syllables broken up by another yawn. Yoongi feels his eyes droop before Hoseok speaks again. “What, no goodnight kiss?”
It’s said in the voice Hoseok uses when he’s trying to be cute on camera or playing around with Taehyung, accented and pitched just a few notches higher than his regular voice, so Yoongi knows he isn’t serious. Yoongi just grunts, uncaring and mumbling a “nope,” before shutting his eyes fully.
“Fine,” comes Hoseok’s voice from beyond the black of Yoongi’s closed eyelids, and he thinks the subject is dropped before Hoseok continues with, “then I’ll just give you a big good night smooch instead!” and then Yoongi has a wet kiss pressed to the same side of his face where Hoseok had previously smeared his own saliva off.
Yoongi is about to gripe about drool stains when Jungkook spreads out like a star fish, limbs thrown over Hoseok and Yoongi’s bodies, very much awake and very much annoyed, seventeen and grumbling, “What, I don’t get a good night kiss too?”
It’s sudden and a little bit terrifying, the fact that he’d woken up and heard that exchange between him and Hoseok, but Yoongi wouldn’t be too worried considering how much Hoseok has been going around recently to their three youngest members and pressed kisses to their faces whenever he’d felt like it. Jungkook’s voice is whiny, sleep thick and soft, and he reminds Yoongi of the same Jungkook complaining to everyone within earshot about Yoongi when Yoongi had admitted to the world that he’d stolen Jungkook’s underpants on national broadcast. He’s a brat, but still the baby of the group nonetheless, and Yoongi has said it once and will say it again: Jungkook is cute.
“You want a kiss huh,” Yoongi says, voice coming out gruffer than he’d intended, and he clears his throat and catches Hoseok waggling his eyes at him over Jungkook’s head. Jungkook is staring at him as Yoongi supposes he can while half asleep, eyes at half mast and pout upon his face, a crease running across his cheek from Hoseok’s sleeve. Really, really, cute.
Hoseok takes that moment to nuzzle into the back of Jungkook’s neck, causing Jungkook to yelp and twist around from what Yoongi guesses is a very cold nose, before Hoseok is yelling, “Well you can get two!” surprising Jungkook and getting him off guard when both Yoongi and Hoseok smack wet kisses to each of his cheeks.
“Hyung!” is the only thing Jungkook gets out before Hoseok blows a raspberry into the side of his face, and he’s thrashing about as much as he can from Hoseok’s arms clamped around his and Yoongi tickling up sides, and it’s a while before the three of them stop and sprawl out across each other in a fit of giggles.
“Okay, okay,” Yoongi says when he’s finally managed to catch his breath. Someone has to play hyung and he guesses it’s gonna be him tonight. He smacks Hoseok’s hand away from pinching Jungkook’s cheek again just as Jungkook starts to whine. “It’s time for us to sleep. So go to sleep, Jungkook.”
“You guys weren’t sleeping when you woke me up,” Jungkook sulks, and Yoongi puts a hand to the back of his head and pulls him closer against his chest to shut him up, which works as well as Yoongi supposes it can, though Jungkook wiggles more to get the blankets half over his face.
Hoseok rolls closer as well. Yoongi thinks Hoseok is going to be sweet and wish Jungkook a quiet good night like he usually does when they’re in the dorms, but what comes out of Hoseok’s mouth makes Yoongi laugh instead. “We couldn’t sleep because someone in the tent was out like a light and snoring like a chainsaw.”
Jungkook kicks hard at Hoseok’s leg for that, making him swear in pain, and Yoongi laughs again until Jungkook lets out a dribbly sneeze into his shirt, gross and totally uncalled for and definitely not cute.
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Jungkook ends up banished to one side of the tent, letting Yoongi have the middle space, and that’s exactly how the rest of the group and staff members find them in the morning, Yoongi with his head tucked under Hoseok’s chin and body curled into Hoseok’s body heat, and Jungkook still snoring a good half a foot of wasted space away. They’re lucky that Yoongi had been cold enough in the night to have the blanket go all the way up to his hair, or he’d never be able to live down the image of him nuzzling into Hoseok’s chest on national television.
Jimin is the first one in the tent, practically ripping the flap open and sprawling in the tiny bit of space left between Yoongi and Jungkook, hitting Hoseok in the face with his elbow before he rolls over to sit on Jungkook, who lets out a screech when Jimin pinches his cheeks with both hands.
“Stop pinching my cheeks!” is the first thing Yoongi can comprehend. He’s exhausted and Hoseok’s palm is still warm against the small of his back, fingers stroking slightly, and it’s way too early to deal with both a giggling Jimin and a grumbling Jungkook.
Jimin pays Jungkook’s complaints no attention whatsoever, cooing at him still and straddling him while repeating, “but you’re so cute and puffy faced in the morning!” Yoongi can feel Hoseok’s silent laughter from the shaking in his shoulders, and Yoongi smiles into Hoseok’s collarbones and snuggles closer. There’s a moment of calm that settles in Yoongi’s heart while he listens to Jimin’s laughter and Jungkook’s halfhearted retorts, coupled with the rise and fall of Hoseok’s chest while he breathes, and Yoongi isn’t the biggest cuddler, but this is pretty much the only chance he’s going to get, so he lets himself soak up Hoseok’s warmth for just a little bit longer.
He’s about to roll away and catch Jimin in a headlock to stop both Jimin and Jungkook from shaking the tent when there’s a shout and a snap, and then the whole tent is crashing down on them with the force of a body rolling about perpendicular to their own. Jimin’s yelp is drowned out by Seokjin’s shout of “What the fuck, Taehyung,” which in turn gets swallowed up by Taehyung’s laughter and Namjoon’s shout of “It wasn’t me, I didn’t break it this time!” while the managers and staff members groan and start lecturing Seokjin about not swearing while they film.
It’s bright out, and Taehyung is still rolling about across the four of them in the tent. It’s uncomfortable, and Jimin and Jungkook are thrashing around trying to get out, but Yoongi just focuses on what he can see of Hoseok’s happy smile and waits for the PD to shout “Cut!” and for all of them to be shipped back to the dorms together, like the big dysfunctional family they are.