#jhoooooooooooooooooooope

hobi:

J Hope is restless in his sleep, you help him out.

Being jolted awake is never fun, even if it resulted from your boyfriend’s weird sleep habit. Hobi’s arm had, once again, landed itself across your face as he lightly traced it with his other hand. Usually you wouldn’t wake, subconsciously pushing him with your feet as you’d roll in your sleep, but the summer heat and itchy bug bites kept you awake. How he could stay asleep was beyond you.

Little whines and groans encouraged you to turn and face him. His hair was matted to his forehead, face set in a light frown and practically tearing away at your heart. It always stressed your heart to see Hobi’s bright disposition change, he didn’t deserve pain. You lifted your hand from underneath the sheet to gently brush his hair off his face, enjoying how his frown loosened and his hand momentarily stilled against his arm. You brushed your hand against his hairline again, this time earning a faint moan, sending butterflies free inside your stomach. Hearing him start to relax from your touch could not bring you greater joy, it was addicting. You moved your hand from his forehead to run through his soft bangs, barely scraping your nails over his scalp. He grumbled in response, happily keening towards your hand as you continued to run your fingers through every inch of hair you could.