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"Are you in love with me, Yoongi?"
"Who's that?" Yoongi asks, wrapping his arms around Jeongguk's waist.
"Hmm?" Jeongguk puts his phone back on the bedside table before turning his head to look at him.
"Who wants to see you in the middle of the night, Gguk."
The light on Jeongguk side turns on. Blinding him for a second before an image of a confused Jeongguk greeted him. They mind their own business, that's the rule.
Jeongguk is torn but, "Barom hyung," he replies after a short pause.
It sounds familiar, but Yoongi can't figure out where he heard the name. Suddenly, a hand touches his face, smoothing the furrowed eyebrows he doesn't know he's sporting.
"It's late."
"I know."
"Is it important, though?"
"I... I don't think so."
"Then stay."
Jeongguk stares at him. Questioningly.
"But I shouldn't impose myself on you..."
Yoongi's pulse quickens, the rule, his mind says again. But ignores it for some reason.
"I want you here."
And turns Jeongguk around, hooking his head on the younger's shoulder. Spooning him. Arms tightening. Like he's afraid the other will leave while he's asleep.
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In the morning, while they are in the kitchen, preparing a quick breakfast before they both heads out for work, Jeongguk says...
"You really need to stop sending me mixed signals, Yoongi."
Yoongi stares at Jeongguk and the scowl that adorns the younger's face but it's the eyes that catch Yoongi's attention every time. Jeongguk's pair of beautiful eyes are always bright, always shining like a cluster of stars lives there.
"And you're doing it again."
Doing what, he wants to ask but soon forgets when Jeongguk makes a face and Yoongi can't help the smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. Jeongguk will always be cute, whether he's happy or when he's pissed. And it does something to Yoongi's chest, all these sudden affections that swell inside him. "Doing what?" He remembers to ask after a beat, a small smile still gracing the side of his lips.
Jeongguk rolls his eyes, a little exaggerated but still adorable in a way. And fuck you, Yoongi. How whipped can you get?
"Looking at me like I am..." Jeongguk pauses then scrunches his face like thinking of a word, probably something to perfectly describe what he's feeling. Jeongguk is just too easy to read. Like an open-book. "...Everything." And huffs for the drama.
"The universe." It's an odd statement, Yoongi knows. It doesn't really make sense but in a way, it does. For him, at least.
Jeongguk frowns, perhaps wondering what the hell Yoongi's on but shakes his head and drops the subject.
"You said you don't want this," Jeongguk says after a few seconds of silence as he vaguely gestures to the air between them, "but does the opposite." And then he's biting his lip, eyes locked on the counter in front of him. Yoongi wants Jeongguk to look back at him, misses the way those eyes sparkle like a thousand of fireworks constantly erupts there. But when the younger man finally looks back up, his eyes are challenging. "What am I been doing here, hyung? Spending the nights and playing house with you. Are we --" Jeongguk bites back.
Yoongi takes a deep breath, "I don't know," before recoiling from Jeongguk's personal space, stepping back for some air. This time he hangs his head low, refusing to meet those questioning stars. "I don't know why but I've taken a liking to waking up with you in my arms or hearing your voice first thing in the morning." I just want you here, what he doesn't add. "But it doesn't sit well with me, and it makes me mad, baby. Because I know I shouldn't... But the thought of another man seeing that side of you so vulnerable and soft and fucked in the morning," He sighs, shaking his head at the image.
Fuck. That's the longest he'd ever let his feelings show. And it scares him, scares him that he feels so relieved having that out.
"Are you in love with me, Yoongi?"
For Yoongi, it's the kind of question that isn't demanding for answers but rather a confirmation and maybe... maybe some assurance.
He looks up this time, meeting Jeongguk's softened features. God, he's so beautiful. He wants to kiss him so badly.
"I have no idea. But knowing that you go to someone else for comfort annoys the fuck out of me, Gguk. It's strange, but lately, I feel very possessive where you're concerned."
The slow stretches of lips to a full-blown smile disabled him of any thoughts and then it's all Jeongguk he can see.
The love that sparkles in Jeongguk eyes.
The galaxy of stars.
The universe. His...
Oh fuck.
"See mixed signals, but okay." Jeongguk says, still smiling. His cheeks a pretty shade of pink. Then he extends his hand for Yoongi to take like baring his heart out for the other didn't happen at all.
"Okay? What okay?"
"I heard you." Jeongguk replies as he laces his fingers with him.
It's so warm and inviting that he finds himself tightening his hold around the warmth. And he knows it's stupid, he's not a teenager anymore but Yoongi can't fight the smile off his face. And the blush that sits high on his cheeks.