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[Team Sonic] RESTARTING SONIC - Bed Space
Considering Sonic has been inactive and died a sad quiet death, I figured (with permission) that it's time to get it back up and running :D I hope we have fun!
this is also mostly for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
onyu but also me and mostly for the sake of jinga linga. This could technically be part of Skype au but isn't specific to it? It could also just be part of nothing...
*
Who needs sleep?
Sleep isn't even that great. It takes up so much time that could be used to do other things, like work, or going to class, or researching, or doing leisure activities, like showering and eating.
Sleep is just a waste of time.
Which is, of course, why Yoongi has all of his research books scattered over his bed in his dorm room, next to his bed, everywhere. Papers and notes and books and textbooks (about one hundred) all just on the largest shelf in his room: his bed.
It's so he doesn't get tempted, of course, by the soft mattress and smooth feeling of warm sheets and a cozy comforter. That's absolutely why he just uses the bed in his room as another shelf.
Because sleep isn't even that important anyway, right?
"You know, you'd suffer less if you didn't fall asleep slumped over your desk," Namjoon points out, walking into the room with his toothbrush stuck in his mouth. He's just in time to see Yoongi peeling himself off of his books and computer where he'd passed out somewhere in the middle of stage make up for Kathakali performers.
"I wasn't sleeping," Yoongi grumbles, rubbing his palm over his face, trying to smooth out the impression of computer keys against his skin. "I was just resting my eyes."
"Cat naps don't work with people, and no, you aren't a cat," Namjoon says, hair sticking up and damp from his morning shower. Of course, he's not much better than Yoongi, but he at least tries to keep a routine to his lifestyle so he doesn't suffer a nervous collapse. Yoongi would do that, but he has other stuff to do.
Two majors, a job, a secondary minor, and applications for a 'real' job kind of take up most of his time he might otherwise use to organize a sleep schedule.
"Cats don't have to write an undergraduate thesis for two majors," Yoongi sighs, picking himself up to get ready for the day. A shower would be a good idea, and he probably needs to shave.
"You'd have more time to study and write your thesis drafts if you didn't stay up for hours writing him songs, you know," Namjoon reminds him. "You could just sing him those songs."
Yoongi resolutely ignores Namjoon.
"You didn't tell him yet?"
Yoongi drags a few books from his pile on the bed for his first classes. He'll shower after class. Priorities.
"How can that not have happened yet? You two are practically always together, how has that not come up?" Namjoon is giving him the look again. "Just tell him and get it over with."
"I have to go to class," Yoongi tells his suite-mate. "See you later."
"Are you coming back tonight?" Namjoon asks, pausing with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.
"Study session," Yoongi mutters, pausing to pull a semi-clean sweatshirt over his head. Definitely a shower later. "Don't wait up."
"Study session, or make out session?" Namjoon asks, a suggestive look on his face as he grins at his friend.
"Bye," Yoongi says flatly, leaving for his morning lecture and maybe breakfast.
*
It's been months. Months since Seokjin and Yoongi met and became friends. Well, friends is kind of... an abstract concept, especially since a majority of the time Yoongi doesn't really have 'friendly' thoughts about Seokjin, but that's besides the point. It's also besides the point that Seokjin is probably the only person who can get him to talk about stuff (aside from Namjoon but with Namjoon it's more like shouting and pulling teeth or violent rap battles at three in the morning).
And Seokjin makes him muffins and smells like orange blossoms.
These things, these study sessions started in the library as Yoongi worked two majors and too much other shit and Seokjin was pushed on an accelerated program so he could get two degrees at once and have an advancement on his masters. In short, they're drowning in school work so badly that Yoongi is pretty sure he can taste content knowledge in his food he's so saturated with it.
The study sessions were a method for them to hang out and spend time together but also get work done. They started in the library, a neutral zone. Then, when Seokjin brought mulled cider and freshly baked muffins and Yoongi nearly told him he loved him right then and there, they got a warning for food in the library.
They got kicked out the next time and Seokjin, his arms laden with books, had looked so wonderful in a crew neck soft blue sweater, Yoongi had been impulsive and told him they could study at his dorm.
Yoongi and Namjoon live in the senior dorms, top floor, on the thesis wing. The air is so thick with stress from seniors trying to get work done it has to be cut with a chainsaw. That was the first time Seokjin had really been in Yoongi's room, and the first thing he'd said was, "sleep much?"
Yoongi doesn't think he's seen his bed in months.
The next study session had been in Seokjin's room, in the study dorms across campus. The rooms are new, quiet, clean, and most importantly, less controlled by the housing department. This means while Yoongi lives in a connected double with Namjoon with squeaky floors and a military sized cot, Seokjin had brought in his own bedframe and mattress, a double, that looked like actual heaven.
One day, Yoongi had made the poor decision of sitting down on the bed while he and Seokjin got entirely off task and talked about the old shows they used to watch as kids. It had been so comfortable and inviting, and Seokjin sitting beside him with a warm smile and his hair just a bit too long as it fell into his face, looked even more so.
Study sessions between the two of them had started as just a way to meet, but now they're almost daily, and Yoongi doesn't want anyone else involved. It's his time with Seokjin, where he's both the most distracted and when he can get the most work done, and when the stress of school actually feels bearable.
It's probably because Seokjin is an amazing person. Or it might be that Yoongi has been in love with him for months, not that he'd admit it.
Not yet.
For now, he's much more content to just walk the thin line where Namjoon insists they're dating and Yoongi dreams of the feeling of their fingers intertwined, but only dreams.
Seokjin doesn't know, and Yoongi still, despite pages and notebooks filled with lyrics and rhymes to explain himself, doesn't have the words to tell him.
*
The first time it happens is after midterms, where Yoongi hasn't slept in four days and maybe started hallucinating during Jimin's recital. His papers are all turned in, and he really can't make excuses very well considering putting together words wis too difficult.
"You have a test tomorrow," Yoongi protests as Seokjin sighs, dark circles under his eyes as he drags Yoongi back to his room. They'd already talked to Namjoon who had confirmed that, yes, Yoongi is still trying to slowly transfer half the library to his room and on his bed. Translation: Yoongi's bed isn't available for service. "I'll just sleep on Namjoon's bed."
"Namjoon has his boyfriend visiting," Seokjin reminds him patiently, and Yoongi squints at him.
"Breadsticks?"
"What?" Seokjin blinks at him, swiping his ID card at the door to be let in, still tugging Yoongi along. For the most part, Yoongi's legs feel like candlesticks, stiff and disconnected from his body as they step into the dorm elevator.
"He- never mind." It's too much to bother explaining right now, especially when Seokjin's shoulder looks so comfortable to put his head against. It has him letting out a sigh, and he hears Seokjin laugh softly and he opens his eyes. He hadn't realized he'd closed his eyes, nor that he'd leaned against Seokjin, head resting comfortably on his shoulder. The feeling of Seokjin's arm around him, holding him up as his head swims is gentle, warm and inviting.
"When did you sleep last?"
"I can't answer that," Yoongi mumbles, closing his eyes again as the elevator rises to the fourth floor.
"Because you can't remember or because you know I won't like the answer?"
Turning his head, Yoongi presses his face into Seokjin's shoulder, breathing in the cool air outside that still lingers on Seokjin's jacket and the faint smell of coffee that's sunk into Seokjin's clothing from extended studying in the cafe. "Yes," he answers into the puffy sleeve of Seokjin's jacket and earns a laugh.
Seokjin's room, unlike Yoongi's, isn't a representation of his inner panic at midterms week. It's instead neat, organized, and welcoming. The stress and fatigue seem to both melt off Yoongi's shoulders as well as sink into him to drag him into cerebral shut down as Seokjin pulls him inside gently. The room has a faint aroma as well, a gentle mix of florals and herbs. Draped around the window near the large double bed are draped christmas lights, casting a warm glow over the room before Seokjin turns on his bedside lamp.
As Seokjin digs through his drawers and pulls out a familiar white sweatshirt, Yoongi can't help but feel a bit groggily nostalgic. Taking the sweatshirt automatically, it may as well be his. The first time Yoongi had worn it, he'd come over to study and been caught in a downpour. Seokjin had let him in to find Yoongi wearing only his teeshirt, shivering with skin like ice and his jacket and sweater wrapped around his books so they weren't ruined.
Then, Seokjin's sweatshirt had been almost revered as Yoongi pulled it on, smelling of the other man and he may have 'forgotten' to give it back for a few weeks. Now, with the number of times he's ended up wearing it, it feels like his even if it still smells like Seokjin's detergent and closet fresheners, a soft cotton and pine that sinks into the fabric.
The first time Yoongi had worn this sweatshirt, he'd ended up nodding off to find himself pressed against Seokjin's shoulder as the other man worked on a comparative essay. The third time, as Yoongi nodded off during an assignment, Yoongi hadn't gone home, instead poking Seokjin as he noticed him nodding off too. Seokjin had admitted to being too tired to finish and when Yoongi made to leave, he'd turned to him with exhaustion written in the lines of his face and asked, "stay?"
He hadn't needed to ask for anything else.
Tonight, there is no question of whether Yoongi is being asked to stay, instead only the clear message that he will say and sleep goddamnit. It's written on Seokjin's tired face as he pushes Yoongi towards the bed with a tired sigh and Yoongi feels almost giddy at the whole situation.
"You too," Yoongi says, slipping out from Seokjin's grasp to turn to him, wrapping fingers around Seokjin's arm to tug him closer. He's warm, and looks beat, and could do with a rest. It's that limbo status where Yoongi knows he's too tired, but it's almost like being on an energetic high. The peak at the top of a roller coaster where the last thing he can do is sleep.
There will be a crash, but for that, he wants Seokjin with him.
"I'll be here reading," Seokjin says, tapping his desk chair with his foot. "Just- go to sleep. Then I can stop worrying about you."
"I'm not going to be able to sleep if you're working," Yoongi says. It's true, and they both know it. Seokjin's eyes flicker for a moment, and Yoongi can feel all the bones in his own hand as it's wrapped around Seokjin's forearm. He tugs. "You're tired too."
"I slept in the last twenty four hours," Seokjin says, but doesn't pull away.
"You're still tired," Yoongi says, grinning up at him, that euphoric giddy feeling swirling through his head as he looks up at Seokjin. God, he wants to just lie down and sleep with him so badly right now.
Namjoon would be ashamed of him but it's not Yoongi's fault that his version of romance at this point is lying on a bed asleep with Seokjin next to him. They don't even need to cuddle just being with each other and sharing the act of sleeping, when they're vulnerable and unaware, is enough.
Eyes still fixed on Seokjin, Yoongi tugs on his arm once, and that's all it takes to get him a soft sigh. That's all it takes before Seokjin is stepping towards his amazing comfortable bed and Yoongi flops back and rolls just enough that Seokjin can lie down too. There's plenty of room in the bed for there to be space between them, but despite how comfortable Seokjin's bed is, there's nothing as calming and comforting as Seokjin lying down beside him.
Seokjin, who can smooth out Yoongi's temper and irritation, talking him down from flares of anger he hates getting. Seokjin, who can pick up when Yoongi's on a project binge and has probably forgotten to eat. Seokjin, who laughs at all of his jokes and makes his own adorable attempts, who knows how to smile to melt Yoongi's heart, who knows that sometimes waiting for the right words is all Yoongi needs to say the right thing.
Seokjin is comfort just as much as he has Yoongi's heart beating too fast in his chest, stomach tying into knots, and mind wondering at all hours how his mouth tastes. Aside from everything, Seokjin is what settles all of the everything inside that never calms down, and Yoongi can breathe out the weight in his mind and body.
The top of the rollercoaster doesn't crash to the earth in a blast of adrenalin, it fades off into the clouds, carried away as Yoongi breathes in and can smell Seokjin on the sheets against his nose and hear him breathing just beside him. It's a soft breath out as Yoongi cracks open his heavy eyes and catches Seokjin's own tired fading smile. Lying too heavy and fatigued to do more than blink slowly at each other, it's the first time that Yoongi feels the new weight of Seokjin's arm crawl to rest over his waist, before those warm eyes close. Before Yoongi's heart jumps at the feeling of Seokjin pulling him just a little closer with a soft pleased sounding sigh.
Yoongi's eyes slip closed, blocking out to everything but warm darkness and the sound of Seokjin's breathing, slowing as he lets the warmth and calm drift him away at last.
*
"One day I'll see what your bed looks like," Seokjin laughs, sitting on Yoongi's floor surrounded by a pile of books. From beside Yoongi's bed, Namjoon rolls his eyes to the ceiling, as if asking what he did to deserve being subjected to the two 'denial addicts' as he likes to call them now.
It's the week of exams, which also means that Yoongi has to dismantle his stack of library books on his bed and return them all. As there are close to two hundred books, he's managed to get some help in the form of Seokjin and Namjoon, Taehyung and Hoseok coming by later to take the interlibrary loaned books back.
"It's not much to look at," Yoongi admits, sitting on the square foot of space they'd cleared of the bed. "It's small."
"Just like you," Namjoon contributes. "So it's just your size, Goldilocks."
"Unlike yours, which isn't designed for stormtroopers," Yoongi says, throwing his wadded up post-it notes at his roommate. On the floor, Seokjin laughs.
It takes hours, and Yoongi ends up ordering sushi for them, which Seokjin manages to help him with serving once Hoseok and Taehyung show up. Namjoon takes a break, as does Seokjin for one of his exams, and Yoongi ends up taking one of the last loads the library with Jimin, listening to him chatter away at how empty Yoongi's room looks now without half of the stacks piled everywhere.
It's close to nine, when the dining hall closes, that Seokjin texts him to meet up for dinner, his exam over.
"How did it go?" Yoongi asks, hands stuck in his pockets as he meets him outside the dining hall.
"I am pretty sure I passed," Seokjin says, smiling as they get food. They take one of the tables near the windows, somehow finding something to talk about despite being together most of the day. It's not constant conversation (Yoongi doesn't understand how people do that - Hoseok and Taehyung especially), but more of an ebb and a flow.
It's late when Seokjin comes back to the dorm, claiming curiosity about how Yoongi's room looks without all the books and reminding that he's never actually seen a ex-libre Yoongi room.
"That's now how ex-libre is used," Namjoon reminds when Seokjin repeats the rationale as they get back. The bed looks a bit strange now, since Yoongi had kind of forgotten what it looked like without all the books on it. He'd tried to make it look nicer, pulling out some of his old extra pillows and another blanket (which may actually be Jimin's).
"You're ruining the joke, Namjoon," Yoongi tells his roommate dryly as Namjoon dismisses himself to his own room.
Eyes finally resting on the bed, Seokjin steps closer, an amused smile on his face as he glances back at Yoongi. "It exists!"
"A miracle, I know," Yoongi says, leaning against his desk, feeling stupidly self conscious of his bed.
"It looks-" Seokjin pauses, Namjoon slipping out of the room to go back to his own. "Comfy?"
"Dystopic," Yoongi replies, stifling a yawn. "Capsule hotels have larger beds. Namjoon wasn't kidding when he said it was small."
"It's just a college twin," Seokjin says, sinking down onto the bed with a small smile. "We can make it work."
"I'm not even sure it's used to people anymore," Yoongi says before Seokjin's words process and he pauses, swallowing. Looking up, Seokjin is watching him, a patient smile on his face as his eyes flicker between Yoongi's. "It's not going to be as comfortable as yours."
Seokjin laughs, and in the light Yoongi catches some of the exhaustion that stretches over his shoulders, sounding behind the laughter and caught in the slow blink of his eyes. "We'll manage. Besides, I don't really fancy trudging across campus in the snow."
It's a really pathetic excuse, but Yoongi accepts it anyway, almost sheepish when he offers Seokjin one of Seokjin's own sweatshirts that Yoongi 'accidentally' borrowed. It fits Seokjin much better, not hanging off his hands and extending so far past his waist it could be confused with a tunic. There isn't a dispute either, Seokjin not letting him argue as he instead is already tucked into bed when Yoongi gets back from the bathroom, curled against the far side and closest to the wall.
There is just enough space for Yoongi to slip beside him. Just enough, though it'll mean staying together, curled up in each other's space and wrapped up together.
"Figures that I haven't slept in my bed in months and I'm not even the first one to lie down in it," Yoongi almost laughs, fidgeting a bit with putting things away to prepare for bed.
"I don't have to," Seokjin says quietly, snapping Yoongi's attention to him. "I know that-"
"Stay," Yoongi says, frozen in place at the idea of Seokjin leaving. Now that he's looking at him, all Yoongi an think of is how good Seokjin looks in his bed. How welcoming and nice and even more appealing he makes the bed look. Yoongi's bed. Wetting dry lips as Seokjin's eyes flicker softly, Yoongi lets out a breath, finally stilling his fidgeting. "I'd like you to stay."
"Okay," Seokjin says, almost like he's not sure either, like he knows they're both pushing, that he's pushing but isn't ready to stop. "I'll stay with you."
The bed may not be as comfortable as Yoongi remembers, or as soft as Seokjin's bed, but when Yoongi slips under the covers, it's not to find a proper position, but to find where he fits against Seokjin. It takes a bit of maneuvering, and a lot of Seokjin's warm laughter puffing against the skin of his face and neck before they manage a position that works.
It doesn't feel awkward at all to have Seokjin's legs twined with his own, to have his arms around Seokjin's shoulders and Seokjing's arms around his waist and back, to be curled up in a warm ball together in Yoongi's too small bed that's somehow just right.
"I'm okay with this," Seokjin mumbles, sleep dropping from his voice.
"Yeah," Yoongi answers in an almost whisper, fingers absently reaching to card through Seokjin's hair. "Me too." Lying in the warmth and comfort of his own bed, wrapped up in his heart beats match with another's, Yoongi couldn't be more okay with this.
*
this is also mostly for
onyu but also me and mostly for the sake of jinga linga. This could technically be part of Skype au but isn't specific to it? It could also just be part of nothing... *
Who needs sleep?
Sleep isn't even that great. It takes up so much time that could be used to do other things, like work, or going to class, or researching, or doing leisure activities, like showering and eating.
Sleep is just a waste of time.
Which is, of course, why Yoongi has all of his research books scattered over his bed in his dorm room, next to his bed, everywhere. Papers and notes and books and textbooks (about one hundred) all just on the largest shelf in his room: his bed.
It's so he doesn't get tempted, of course, by the soft mattress and smooth feeling of warm sheets and a cozy comforter. That's absolutely why he just uses the bed in his room as another shelf.
Because sleep isn't even that important anyway, right?
"You know, you'd suffer less if you didn't fall asleep slumped over your desk," Namjoon points out, walking into the room with his toothbrush stuck in his mouth. He's just in time to see Yoongi peeling himself off of his books and computer where he'd passed out somewhere in the middle of stage make up for Kathakali performers.
"I wasn't sleeping," Yoongi grumbles, rubbing his palm over his face, trying to smooth out the impression of computer keys against his skin. "I was just resting my eyes."
"Cat naps don't work with people, and no, you aren't a cat," Namjoon says, hair sticking up and damp from his morning shower. Of course, he's not much better than Yoongi, but he at least tries to keep a routine to his lifestyle so he doesn't suffer a nervous collapse. Yoongi would do that, but he has other stuff to do.
Two majors, a job, a secondary minor, and applications for a 'real' job kind of take up most of his time he might otherwise use to organize a sleep schedule.
"Cats don't have to write an undergraduate thesis for two majors," Yoongi sighs, picking himself up to get ready for the day. A shower would be a good idea, and he probably needs to shave.
"You'd have more time to study and write your thesis drafts if you didn't stay up for hours writing him songs, you know," Namjoon reminds him. "You could just sing him those songs."
Yoongi resolutely ignores Namjoon.
"You didn't tell him yet?"
Yoongi drags a few books from his pile on the bed for his first classes. He'll shower after class. Priorities.
"How can that not have happened yet? You two are practically always together, how has that not come up?" Namjoon is giving him the look again. "Just tell him and get it over with."
"I have to go to class," Yoongi tells his suite-mate. "See you later."
"Are you coming back tonight?" Namjoon asks, pausing with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.
"Study session," Yoongi mutters, pausing to pull a semi-clean sweatshirt over his head. Definitely a shower later. "Don't wait up."
"Study session, or make out session?" Namjoon asks, a suggestive look on his face as he grins at his friend.
"Bye," Yoongi says flatly, leaving for his morning lecture and maybe breakfast.
*
It's been months. Months since Seokjin and Yoongi met and became friends. Well, friends is kind of... an abstract concept, especially since a majority of the time Yoongi doesn't really have 'friendly' thoughts about Seokjin, but that's besides the point. It's also besides the point that Seokjin is probably the only person who can get him to talk about stuff (aside from Namjoon but with Namjoon it's more like shouting and pulling teeth or violent rap battles at three in the morning).
And Seokjin makes him muffins and smells like orange blossoms.
These things, these study sessions started in the library as Yoongi worked two majors and too much other shit and Seokjin was pushed on an accelerated program so he could get two degrees at once and have an advancement on his masters. In short, they're drowning in school work so badly that Yoongi is pretty sure he can taste content knowledge in his food he's so saturated with it.
The study sessions were a method for them to hang out and spend time together but also get work done. They started in the library, a neutral zone. Then, when Seokjin brought mulled cider and freshly baked muffins and Yoongi nearly told him he loved him right then and there, they got a warning for food in the library.
They got kicked out the next time and Seokjin, his arms laden with books, had looked so wonderful in a crew neck soft blue sweater, Yoongi had been impulsive and told him they could study at his dorm.
Yoongi and Namjoon live in the senior dorms, top floor, on the thesis wing. The air is so thick with stress from seniors trying to get work done it has to be cut with a chainsaw. That was the first time Seokjin had really been in Yoongi's room, and the first thing he'd said was, "sleep much?"
Yoongi doesn't think he's seen his bed in months.
The next study session had been in Seokjin's room, in the study dorms across campus. The rooms are new, quiet, clean, and most importantly, less controlled by the housing department. This means while Yoongi lives in a connected double with Namjoon with squeaky floors and a military sized cot, Seokjin had brought in his own bedframe and mattress, a double, that looked like actual heaven.
One day, Yoongi had made the poor decision of sitting down on the bed while he and Seokjin got entirely off task and talked about the old shows they used to watch as kids. It had been so comfortable and inviting, and Seokjin sitting beside him with a warm smile and his hair just a bit too long as it fell into his face, looked even more so.
Study sessions between the two of them had started as just a way to meet, but now they're almost daily, and Yoongi doesn't want anyone else involved. It's his time with Seokjin, where he's both the most distracted and when he can get the most work done, and when the stress of school actually feels bearable.
It's probably because Seokjin is an amazing person. Or it might be that Yoongi has been in love with him for months, not that he'd admit it.
Not yet.
For now, he's much more content to just walk the thin line where Namjoon insists they're dating and Yoongi dreams of the feeling of their fingers intertwined, but only dreams.
Seokjin doesn't know, and Yoongi still, despite pages and notebooks filled with lyrics and rhymes to explain himself, doesn't have the words to tell him.
*
The first time it happens is after midterms, where Yoongi hasn't slept in four days and maybe started hallucinating during Jimin's recital. His papers are all turned in, and he really can't make excuses very well considering putting together words wis too difficult.
"You have a test tomorrow," Yoongi protests as Seokjin sighs, dark circles under his eyes as he drags Yoongi back to his room. They'd already talked to Namjoon who had confirmed that, yes, Yoongi is still trying to slowly transfer half the library to his room and on his bed. Translation: Yoongi's bed isn't available for service. "I'll just sleep on Namjoon's bed."
"Namjoon has his boyfriend visiting," Seokjin reminds him patiently, and Yoongi squints at him.
"Breadsticks?"
"What?" Seokjin blinks at him, swiping his ID card at the door to be let in, still tugging Yoongi along. For the most part, Yoongi's legs feel like candlesticks, stiff and disconnected from his body as they step into the dorm elevator.
"He- never mind." It's too much to bother explaining right now, especially when Seokjin's shoulder looks so comfortable to put his head against. It has him letting out a sigh, and he hears Seokjin laugh softly and he opens his eyes. He hadn't realized he'd closed his eyes, nor that he'd leaned against Seokjin, head resting comfortably on his shoulder. The feeling of Seokjin's arm around him, holding him up as his head swims is gentle, warm and inviting.
"When did you sleep last?"
"I can't answer that," Yoongi mumbles, closing his eyes again as the elevator rises to the fourth floor.
"Because you can't remember or because you know I won't like the answer?"
Turning his head, Yoongi presses his face into Seokjin's shoulder, breathing in the cool air outside that still lingers on Seokjin's jacket and the faint smell of coffee that's sunk into Seokjin's clothing from extended studying in the cafe. "Yes," he answers into the puffy sleeve of Seokjin's jacket and earns a laugh.
Seokjin's room, unlike Yoongi's, isn't a representation of his inner panic at midterms week. It's instead neat, organized, and welcoming. The stress and fatigue seem to both melt off Yoongi's shoulders as well as sink into him to drag him into cerebral shut down as Seokjin pulls him inside gently. The room has a faint aroma as well, a gentle mix of florals and herbs. Draped around the window near the large double bed are draped christmas lights, casting a warm glow over the room before Seokjin turns on his bedside lamp.
As Seokjin digs through his drawers and pulls out a familiar white sweatshirt, Yoongi can't help but feel a bit groggily nostalgic. Taking the sweatshirt automatically, it may as well be his. The first time Yoongi had worn it, he'd come over to study and been caught in a downpour. Seokjin had let him in to find Yoongi wearing only his teeshirt, shivering with skin like ice and his jacket and sweater wrapped around his books so they weren't ruined.
Then, Seokjin's sweatshirt had been almost revered as Yoongi pulled it on, smelling of the other man and he may have 'forgotten' to give it back for a few weeks. Now, with the number of times he's ended up wearing it, it feels like his even if it still smells like Seokjin's detergent and closet fresheners, a soft cotton and pine that sinks into the fabric.
The first time Yoongi had worn this sweatshirt, he'd ended up nodding off to find himself pressed against Seokjin's shoulder as the other man worked on a comparative essay. The third time, as Yoongi nodded off during an assignment, Yoongi hadn't gone home, instead poking Seokjin as he noticed him nodding off too. Seokjin had admitted to being too tired to finish and when Yoongi made to leave, he'd turned to him with exhaustion written in the lines of his face and asked, "stay?"
He hadn't needed to ask for anything else.
Tonight, there is no question of whether Yoongi is being asked to stay, instead only the clear message that he will say and sleep goddamnit. It's written on Seokjin's tired face as he pushes Yoongi towards the bed with a tired sigh and Yoongi feels almost giddy at the whole situation.
"You too," Yoongi says, slipping out from Seokjin's grasp to turn to him, wrapping fingers around Seokjin's arm to tug him closer. He's warm, and looks beat, and could do with a rest. It's that limbo status where Yoongi knows he's too tired, but it's almost like being on an energetic high. The peak at the top of a roller coaster where the last thing he can do is sleep.
There will be a crash, but for that, he wants Seokjin with him.
"I'll be here reading," Seokjin says, tapping his desk chair with his foot. "Just- go to sleep. Then I can stop worrying about you."
"I'm not going to be able to sleep if you're working," Yoongi says. It's true, and they both know it. Seokjin's eyes flicker for a moment, and Yoongi can feel all the bones in his own hand as it's wrapped around Seokjin's forearm. He tugs. "You're tired too."
"I slept in the last twenty four hours," Seokjin says, but doesn't pull away.
"You're still tired," Yoongi says, grinning up at him, that euphoric giddy feeling swirling through his head as he looks up at Seokjin. God, he wants to just lie down and sleep with him so badly right now.
Namjoon would be ashamed of him but it's not Yoongi's fault that his version of romance at this point is lying on a bed asleep with Seokjin next to him. They don't even need to cuddle just being with each other and sharing the act of sleeping, when they're vulnerable and unaware, is enough.
Eyes still fixed on Seokjin, Yoongi tugs on his arm once, and that's all it takes to get him a soft sigh. That's all it takes before Seokjin is stepping towards his amazing comfortable bed and Yoongi flops back and rolls just enough that Seokjin can lie down too. There's plenty of room in the bed for there to be space between them, but despite how comfortable Seokjin's bed is, there's nothing as calming and comforting as Seokjin lying down beside him.
Seokjin, who can smooth out Yoongi's temper and irritation, talking him down from flares of anger he hates getting. Seokjin, who can pick up when Yoongi's on a project binge and has probably forgotten to eat. Seokjin, who laughs at all of his jokes and makes his own adorable attempts, who knows how to smile to melt Yoongi's heart, who knows that sometimes waiting for the right words is all Yoongi needs to say the right thing.
Seokjin is comfort just as much as he has Yoongi's heart beating too fast in his chest, stomach tying into knots, and mind wondering at all hours how his mouth tastes. Aside from everything, Seokjin is what settles all of the everything inside that never calms down, and Yoongi can breathe out the weight in his mind and body.
The top of the rollercoaster doesn't crash to the earth in a blast of adrenalin, it fades off into the clouds, carried away as Yoongi breathes in and can smell Seokjin on the sheets against his nose and hear him breathing just beside him. It's a soft breath out as Yoongi cracks open his heavy eyes and catches Seokjin's own tired fading smile. Lying too heavy and fatigued to do more than blink slowly at each other, it's the first time that Yoongi feels the new weight of Seokjin's arm crawl to rest over his waist, before those warm eyes close. Before Yoongi's heart jumps at the feeling of Seokjin pulling him just a little closer with a soft pleased sounding sigh.
Yoongi's eyes slip closed, blocking out to everything but warm darkness and the sound of Seokjin's breathing, slowing as he lets the warmth and calm drift him away at last.
*
"One day I'll see what your bed looks like," Seokjin laughs, sitting on Yoongi's floor surrounded by a pile of books. From beside Yoongi's bed, Namjoon rolls his eyes to the ceiling, as if asking what he did to deserve being subjected to the two 'denial addicts' as he likes to call them now.
It's the week of exams, which also means that Yoongi has to dismantle his stack of library books on his bed and return them all. As there are close to two hundred books, he's managed to get some help in the form of Seokjin and Namjoon, Taehyung and Hoseok coming by later to take the interlibrary loaned books back.
"It's not much to look at," Yoongi admits, sitting on the square foot of space they'd cleared of the bed. "It's small."
"Just like you," Namjoon contributes. "So it's just your size, Goldilocks."
"Unlike yours, which isn't designed for stormtroopers," Yoongi says, throwing his wadded up post-it notes at his roommate. On the floor, Seokjin laughs.
It takes hours, and Yoongi ends up ordering sushi for them, which Seokjin manages to help him with serving once Hoseok and Taehyung show up. Namjoon takes a break, as does Seokjin for one of his exams, and Yoongi ends up taking one of the last loads the library with Jimin, listening to him chatter away at how empty Yoongi's room looks now without half of the stacks piled everywhere.
It's close to nine, when the dining hall closes, that Seokjin texts him to meet up for dinner, his exam over.
"How did it go?" Yoongi asks, hands stuck in his pockets as he meets him outside the dining hall.
"I am pretty sure I passed," Seokjin says, smiling as they get food. They take one of the tables near the windows, somehow finding something to talk about despite being together most of the day. It's not constant conversation (Yoongi doesn't understand how people do that - Hoseok and Taehyung especially), but more of an ebb and a flow.
It's late when Seokjin comes back to the dorm, claiming curiosity about how Yoongi's room looks without all the books and reminding that he's never actually seen a ex-libre Yoongi room.
"That's now how ex-libre is used," Namjoon reminds when Seokjin repeats the rationale as they get back. The bed looks a bit strange now, since Yoongi had kind of forgotten what it looked like without all the books on it. He'd tried to make it look nicer, pulling out some of his old extra pillows and another blanket (which may actually be Jimin's).
"You're ruining the joke, Namjoon," Yoongi tells his roommate dryly as Namjoon dismisses himself to his own room.
Eyes finally resting on the bed, Seokjin steps closer, an amused smile on his face as he glances back at Yoongi. "It exists!"
"A miracle, I know," Yoongi says, leaning against his desk, feeling stupidly self conscious of his bed.
"It looks-" Seokjin pauses, Namjoon slipping out of the room to go back to his own. "Comfy?"
"Dystopic," Yoongi replies, stifling a yawn. "Capsule hotels have larger beds. Namjoon wasn't kidding when he said it was small."
"It's just a college twin," Seokjin says, sinking down onto the bed with a small smile. "We can make it work."
"I'm not even sure it's used to people anymore," Yoongi says before Seokjin's words process and he pauses, swallowing. Looking up, Seokjin is watching him, a patient smile on his face as his eyes flicker between Yoongi's. "It's not going to be as comfortable as yours."
Seokjin laughs, and in the light Yoongi catches some of the exhaustion that stretches over his shoulders, sounding behind the laughter and caught in the slow blink of his eyes. "We'll manage. Besides, I don't really fancy trudging across campus in the snow."
It's a really pathetic excuse, but Yoongi accepts it anyway, almost sheepish when he offers Seokjin one of Seokjin's own sweatshirts that Yoongi 'accidentally' borrowed. It fits Seokjin much better, not hanging off his hands and extending so far past his waist it could be confused with a tunic. There isn't a dispute either, Seokjin not letting him argue as he instead is already tucked into bed when Yoongi gets back from the bathroom, curled against the far side and closest to the wall.
There is just enough space for Yoongi to slip beside him. Just enough, though it'll mean staying together, curled up in each other's space and wrapped up together.
"Figures that I haven't slept in my bed in months and I'm not even the first one to lie down in it," Yoongi almost laughs, fidgeting a bit with putting things away to prepare for bed.
"I don't have to," Seokjin says quietly, snapping Yoongi's attention to him. "I know that-"
"Stay," Yoongi says, frozen in place at the idea of Seokjin leaving. Now that he's looking at him, all Yoongi an think of is how good Seokjin looks in his bed. How welcoming and nice and even more appealing he makes the bed look. Yoongi's bed. Wetting dry lips as Seokjin's eyes flicker softly, Yoongi lets out a breath, finally stilling his fidgeting. "I'd like you to stay."
"Okay," Seokjin says, almost like he's not sure either, like he knows they're both pushing, that he's pushing but isn't ready to stop. "I'll stay with you."
The bed may not be as comfortable as Yoongi remembers, or as soft as Seokjin's bed, but when Yoongi slips under the covers, it's not to find a proper position, but to find where he fits against Seokjin. It takes a bit of maneuvering, and a lot of Seokjin's warm laughter puffing against the skin of his face and neck before they manage a position that works.
It doesn't feel awkward at all to have Seokjin's legs twined with his own, to have his arms around Seokjin's shoulders and Seokjing's arms around his waist and back, to be curled up in a warm ball together in Yoongi's too small bed that's somehow just right.
"I'm okay with this," Seokjin mumbles, sleep dropping from his voice.
"Yeah," Yoongi answers in an almost whisper, fingers absently reaching to card through Seokjin's hair. "Me too." Lying in the warmth and comfort of his own bed, wrapped up in his heart beats match with another's, Yoongi couldn't be more okay with this.
*