... And Other Ships

YoonSeok: Good Morning

There was nothing Hoseok loved more than waking up to the sound of his alarm going off on cold, sunny mornings. He was laying on his side, one arm tucked under his pillow as his other arm reached out to turn his alarm off. He was awake for the day, but the person snuggled up against him from behind definitely wasn't.

Hoseok looked down at the arm covered in a black, long-sleeve, that draped over his ribcage, the fingers limply tucked underneath his body. His sweet husband always claimed he hated cuddling, but Hoseok usually woke up with him either on top of him or snuggled up against him; Yoongi was such a liar. 

A bright, in-love smile washed across Hoseok's face as he laced his finger's with Yoongi's, receiving a light squeeze in return. "It's nine-thirty, hyungie," he whispered, pulling Yoongi's hand up to kiss his delicate fingers. All he received was a grunt in response. 

"Don't you think it's time to get up?" he asked, closing his eyes as he let his lips linger on his husband's fingers. 

"No."

Yoongi was just so adorable to Hoseok; even though he was dead serious, his reply still cracked the younger up. 

Very carefully, Hoseok rolled over onto his back a little more, pulling the older man onto his chest. Yoongi let himself be moved around, feeling like a ragdoll as his husband got comfortable; he got comfortable on Hoseok while he was at it. He sighed as the familiar, steady beating of his love's heart greeted his ears; he nuzzled into Hoseok's chest while allowing his arm to fall to his side, slipping his fingers underneath his body once again. 

Hoseok propped his head up, letting his husband sleep as he played with his soft, fading-blue hair. The couple had dyed their hair a few weeks ago; Hoseok was glad the red showed up on his brown hair, since he absoutely hated bleaching it. Yoongi, on the other hand, went wild. Despite being fried by bleach, his shampoo and conditioner kept it healthy and strong, only really feeling dry at the ends. Blue suited Yoongi; it softened his already-soft features and made his brown eyes stand out. 

As soon as he was sure Yoongi had fallen back to sleep, Hoseok took this time to look back at all the life decisions that led up to this point. Whenever he had a morning like this, reminiscing his history with the man he made his. 

His past with Yoongi wasn't nearly as beautiful as their present, that was for sure. Neither one of them came from typical toxic households, but they were toxic nonetheless. For Hoseok, his parents got divorced and seemed to only care about the money and not who gained custody of him. He was just used to being forgotten. 

Yoongi's household simply put too much pressure on him. He was the center of attention; excellent grades, undefeated in basketball, on the debate team, and really had no room for socializing outside of sports and academics. He was pressured to be the best and it stressed him out so much that he secretly did things he wasn't supposed to. 

They met when Yoongi got kicked out of his apartment (right after he dropped out of university) and ended up finding Hoseok's ad for a roommate in the coffee shop the younger man worked at. After half a year of living together, Hoseok caught Yoongi's drug addiction and helped him as much as he could. 

The couple walked through hell together; Hoseok feeling useless because he felt like he couldn't do anything to help, while Yoongi experienced relapse after relapse. Hoseok's mother paid for the rehab facilities and therapy when Yoongi's family turned him away after learning about his addiction.

There were so many more bad days than good, but they made it out just fine. Yoongi still didn't trust himself, despite being five years sober, so Hoseok had control of the medicine cabinet and shielded him from seeing the heroin addicts out on the street. 

Yoongi was so thankful that Hoseok stayed, and honestly, so was Hoseok. He was certain he would never find someone who took care of him as well as Yoongi did, and Yoongi certainly wouldn't have found someone to support him. They both knew no one would ever love them as much as the other. 

Hoseok carefully slid into a laying position on his back, Yoongi sliding off of him a little bit in the process. The older man had woken up a little bit, but the younger knew once he got settled again, his husband would drift back into dreamland. 

Yoongi buried his face into the younger man's shoulder, his arm lifting to fall across his other shoulder. Hoseok turned his head so that their noses were touching, giggling to himself when Yoongi gave him an eskimo kiss. It was all the little things that made Hoseok marry the older man. 

"Love you, Hobi," he muttered, his deep voice even deeper than usual and rough with sleep. The tenderness of it caused Hoseok to hum. 

"I love you more, hyungie. You're my world." 

Their lips pressed together for a gentle, sleepy good-morning kiss, before Yoongi fell back asleep with a smile on his face. Hoseok let him sleep, resting his hand on his husband's shoulder. 

This was how he preferred to spend mornings with the love of his life.