#sope fics

It’s not supposed to be a big deal, and the situation is reasonable. There had been a small miscommunication about the number of staff and they were one bedroom short, the hotel was fully booked and everyone else had already gone to sleep except for Yoongi and Hoseok (who had, of course, gone straight to the dining area as soon as they’d arrived).

Yoongi looked down at his ice-cream in distaste, The things you love most in life really do betray you in the end, huh?

Hoseok is practically knocked out as it is, he’s trying to finish off his hot chocolate with a straw but with every sip his eyelids droop lower. He hasn’t contributed anything to the conversation, Yoongi’s pretty sure you could blow an airhorn right next to his ear and he wouldn’t flinch. He sighs.

“That’s great! Thanks for taking one for the team, we’ll hopefully have a better arrangement set up for tomorrow,” and with that, the elder man slides out of his seat where he’d dropped down just a few minutes ago and leaves to go to his room. Where he has his own bed. In which he will sleep. And rest. Comfortably.

Yoongi can’t help it, he shoves a spoonful of ice-cream into his mouth with a scowl and wonders what he’d done in his past life to deserve such a cruel fate.

Hoseok is incoherent by the time he finishes his beverage, he mutters something about going to bed early as he stands up, almost falling over. Yoongi glances at the time on his phone, 1:12 am, and kisses his fantasies of an 8-hour rest goodbye. He immediately gets up when Hoseok stumbles a little getting out from under the table and steadies him with both hands before poking the other’s cheeks lightly, “Keep your eyes open, you idiot. We still have to go up the stairs.”

Yoongi guides Hoseok gently towards the staircase, and somehow, manages to get both of them up to what is supposedly his room, judging by the text he’d received earlier in the day about room numbers and their correlations to the members. He manages to insert his key card in while practically supporting all of Hoseok’s weight, and almost yells in victory when he opens the door without dropping the other boy.

As soon as they’re in the room, Yoongi throws Hoseok in the bed, muttering something about being a fragile individual. He mutters a couple more choice words as he tugs off Hoseok’s shoes and adjusts him so that he’s engulfed by the blanket.

By the time Yoongi is in bed and ready to finally rest, it’s 1:32 and Hoseok is snoring lightly beside him. He quickly turns the lamp off and puts his phone on the nightstand. It doesn’t take long for him to start drifting off, the pillow is soft, and there’s warm air meeting the back of his neck in little puffs thanks to his useless friend.

Then it happens.

There’s a light touch that starts at his elbow, Yoongi’s eyes snap open and he curls tighter into his fetal position, praying to fall asleep before It Starts. Yoongi imagines the Gods laughing at Yoongi, watching him on their TVs from the comfort of their own beds where they are completely alone. The touch starts moving upward, barely ghosting his skin.

The Gods had turned off their TVs, the fuckers.

Yoongi swats Hoseok’s hand away and wonders for the nth time in 8 years how it’s possible that the other caresses himself when he’s unconscious, and, even worse, how he manages to caress others as well. Yoongi swears he’s going to kill his manager. And Hoseok. Not-Really-Hoseok Hoseok isn’t discouraged, and his hands trail down Yoongi’s spine gently. It would be relaxing, if only Not-Really-Hoseok Hoseok wasn’t asleep and making Yoongi think of every horror movie he’d ever watched.

How was he making a conscious action? WHILE BEING UNCONSCIOUS?

The lamp turns on at the flip of a switch and Yoongi sits up in bed, unable to fall asleep with a very much asleep monster laying beside him. His eyebrows are knit together and he’s staring straight ahead, arms crossed, he’s reached Stage 1 of Grumpy Min Mode. The final stage would definitely be reached by morning if Hoseok kept up with his antics, which he definitely would, and everyone would definitely be unable to approach him for the next 24 hours. Definitely.

Hoseok is seemingly unbothered by either the light or the shift in movement, his hand has stilled momentarily. But Yoongi knows. He knows it’s going to start up again any time now. So he waits. And he watches.

He waits and he watches for so long that the artificial light next to him dims more and more and the natural light gets brighter and brighter until oh, there’s the sun. Yoongi blinks, his eyes are burning but he stares at the arc of orange slowly peeking over the horizon.

Sunrises are supposed to be beautiful, they’re supposed to make you cry and bring about a sense of otherworldliness, they’re supposed to be intimate and heart stopping. They’re supposed to be all that and so much more, but Yoongi glares at the stupid thing before whipping his head around to look at Jung Hoseok, and wishes nothing more than for him to wake up so that Yoongi can beat the crap out of him. Of course, it doesn’t happen.

He prays that the Gods have turned on their TVs for the 5:00 news and that they choke on their cereal.

The alarm clock is set for 6:00, leaving Yoongi with one hour to try and rest, but he knows it won’t be possible. So he sighs, stumbles off the bed, and gets ready for the day.

It’s when he’s brushing his teeth and looking in the mirror when the thoughts he’d been trying to ward off all night creep into the back of his mind.

You know, it’s not that hard to fall asleep with someone barely touching you. If anything, it should be comforting.

We all know that you “being terrified” of Hoseok’s freak show isn’t the real reason you can’t fall asleep.

Why can’t you let him touch you, Yoongi? He’s done it a trillion times before, does it perhaps.. make you feel something you shouldn’t be feeling…?

Yoongi chokes on his toothpaste and quickly spits it into the sink before lightly punching his reflection in the mirror with a frown, shut the fuck up.

He’s doesn’t feel anything, Yoongi’s just very aware of Hoseok’s long fingers and so what if he feels chills when the other runs a finger down his spine? So what if his something in his stomach explodes when Hoseok’s hands occasionally find his chest and rubs soothing circles there? So what? It’s a normal thing. Really. It is.

Yoongi takes an extra long shower and by the time he’s out, he’s free of both the collection of oil on his face, and the collection of thoughts in his head. It’s 5:43 when he checks the time, clad in a towel and sitting on the edge of the bed, hunched over his phone. He’ll change in a few minutes. He’s scrolling through Twitter but not really seeing the tweets, mind focused on the body behind him.

He sighs, putting his phone on the nightstand once again and looking out the glass doors that lead to the balcony. His brain tells him he’s a wimp. He agrees wholeheartedly. Okay, so yeah, he’s had these feelings about Hoseok for a while, but it confuses him and scares him. So Min Yoongi does what he’s always done, tucks away said feelings in a corner of his mind where he won’t have to face them. Occasionally, he’ll indulge himself and think about stupid things like how nice Hoseok’s smile is. Or how pretty his legs are. Or how cute his laugh is. Or how understanding and patient he is. Or how extremely talented yet willing to learn he is. Just stupid little things like that, and he’ll feel his heart soar, because he really likes this Hoseok guy.

He really, truly does.

Hoseok rustles the sheets behind him and suddenly, there’s a head snaking it’s way onto Yoongi’s lap. Or, for better visualisation, onto the towel that is the only thing laying on Yoongi’s lap. Hoseok is in a weird position, but he seems comfortable and although his eyes are closed, he mutters out a why are you up, hyung?

Yoongi takes in a deep breath, thanking Hoseok for being a dumbass and stopping his sensitive areas from stirring at the sudden weight of his friend’s head. He looks down in absolute disgust, “Did you really just ask my why I’m awake.”

He holds on to his towel and stands up, not even feigning care for Hoseok’s safety. The younger is more alert, sitting up now that he was almost thrown onto the floor. Yoongi walks away to get dressed, muttering, “You’re lucky I didn’t fucking kill you, Jung Hoseok,” under his breath with disdain. Hoseok is very confused, so he closes his eyes, plops down into the mattress once again, and does what he does best, sleeps.

It’s 5:54 when Yoongi finishes changing and is ready to just about drop dead, because he’s only moved around for less than an hour and he can already feel sleep overtaking his bones. Hoseok is, the little punk, back asleep. Yoongi groans and walks over to Hoseok’s side of the bed, crouching down to look at his face.

Yoongi smiles, Hoseok looks so peaceful.

“HEY WAKE UP THERE’S A SPIDER IN YOUR HAIR OH MY GOD!” Yoongi yells in a fake-panicked voice.

Had he said “so peaceful”? Whoops, he’d meant “too peaceful”.

Hoseok is flailing about wildly, not quite awake but conscious enough to know that spiders in your hair were definitely not a good thing. He stops when he sees Yoongi’s shit eating grin, and tries to weakly hit him in the face with his pillow. The sun is fully up, and it’s turning Hoseok’s bed hair into a halo of sorts.

Yoongi stops for a moment, smile faltering, Hoseok looks radiant. His eyes are bleary with sleep and he’s got this pout on his face that makes him look like the world’s cutest 2 year old, his skin is shining because of how hydrated he is and he just looks.. good. Yoongi almost slaps himself, did he just categorize good hydration under “Attractive Qualities in Partners”?

“Sorry, get up. It’s.. it’s almost 6,” and with that, Yoongi is out the door and making his way to the dining area.

On the way down, Yoongi is cursing himself.

Min Yoongi you absolute fool, how do you think that looked to Hoseok? God, it probably made him mad, what the fuck- his thoughts are cut off when he feels two hands land on his shoulders. Hoseok is standing behind him on the staircase, eyes half closed and sleep mussed hair sticking straight up. There’s a tired smile on his face.

“Choo-choo, hyung, next stop - breakfast!” His voice is still a little rough around the edges, but filled with enough warmth to be distinctively Hoseok. Yoongi just looks at him, wondering how the other isn’t even a tiny bit irritated after all the stunts Yoongi’s pulled this morning. But then he shakes his head to himself, smiling as he turns back around. 

Of course he isn’t mad, it’s Hoseok. Hoseok is kindness and everlasting affection, not petty grudges and demands for apologies. That’s Yoongi, and Hoseok has never shared much in common with Yoongi anyways. They’re going down the stairs slowly, Yoongi not wanting the other to fall in his current state.

They’ve never shared much in common, but when Hoseok removes his hands from Yoongi’s shoulder and picks up the pace so he’s climbing down beside him instead of behind him, smile present in his eyes, Yoongi thinks that’s perfectly okay. The way it’s always been.

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Cold to the Touch, but You’ll Keep Me Warm by @cinnamon-chim - T, 2K

domestic yoonseok go ice-skating (T ^ T) i’ll never be over this

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The Shadow by Tei_Chan - T, 2.6K

this was so sad to read and very accurate to reality it hurts

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blueberry cream cheese pancakes and bagels and coffee (no creamer, no sugar) by bangtanbubble (bubbliegumm) - M, 4.3k

they’re fwb and it hurts,, enjoy

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kairos by sunriseyoongi - M, 5K

the writing is so unbelievably good like wow (open ending?)

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Waiting Game by infireation - M, 6.2K

hoseok falls for the guy he’s sleeping with 

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nothing lasts forever (but we have all the time in the world) by @antiwhte - G, 6.3K 

loosely based on goblin AND ITS SO GOOD (mcd?) 

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Love Paint by FUKO - NR, 6.5K 

IM A SUCKER FOR ARTIST!YOONGI FICS AAAHHD SO MUCH FLUFF (not rated but I would say G)

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Still Water by cest_what - T, 9K

THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD ISTG I GOT CHILLS READING THIS basically the ghost hunter au i never knew i was craving 

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forgive me by CaptainButts - M, 11.1K

hoseok is an ikea worker and yoongi is the resident napper at the store

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i do talk, but only for you by @mysoulrunswithwolves​ - M, 16.1K

soulmate au where your soulmate’s first words are tattooed on your wrist,,, yoongis wrist is bare,,, i wept 

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Our Love Came With An Expiration Date by illusorycorrelation - T, 16.6K 

AAAAAAAAAAAADFJBVDI I THINK ABOUT THIS EVERYDAY OF MY POOR EXISTENCE THIS IS SO GOOD BCISDVBSIJDVN so basically hoseok wakes up in bed with a stranger that calls him “babe” ,,, that stranger is yoongi,, they’ve been dating for the past 3 years,,,,,,,

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A Thousand Hours by @the-n3w-beautiful - M, 17.4K 

i read this literally a billion years ago and only found it again now ;v; time traveler yoongi (im sure everyone read this one already but i love it so much)

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come on star boy, we can shine together by bulletsfrank - T, 17.5K 

i forgot to add this fic to my older list THIS IS GOLD i swear to god i read this like 5 billion times mute!yoongi and hoseok swears he saw him in his dreams 

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someone’s hand opens; i hold it, it begins to rain by squeen - M, 17.8K

the writing is so, so beautiful and the emotions oh god this is so great t r u s t  m e 

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Bloom (The World is Waiting) by sojungs (forjimin) - M, 18.7K 

yoongi works in a record store and hoseok is angelic 

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let’s stand under the rain (and catch flower petals together) by Ann1215 - T, 25.3K 

elemental yoongi and it rains whenever he’s happy it’s sooooooo well written 

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birdsongs (these coal hearts) by @brightjoon - M, 27.7K

FUCKING HELL STILL NOT OVER THIS PACIFIC RIM AU GUYS READ THIS IT SO FUCKING GOOD WTF

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The Boys of Erinn by hoseoky (LyricalPary) - E, 54.6K

AAAAAAAAAAAA so hoseok meets this gamer on an mmorpg AND ITS SO SOFT AND CUTE AND SO WELL WRITTEN AND FUNNY AND CUTE CUTE CUTTTEEE <3333

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Love Defined by hoseoky (LyricalPary) - M, 62K

i read this overnight and cried like a baby this is perfect,, basically sope through the years and being best friends but wanting to be something more than that ;;