sweater paws
pairing: namseok genre: angst, fluff, uni au, f2l au, rated g warnings: none words: 1365
summary: He won't admit to enjoying the way the long sleeves of Namjoon's hoodie fall past his knuckles and gift him with sweater paws that usually make Hoseok weak in the knees whenever Namjoon's sporting them.
They're cute, obviously, but they're more of Namjoon's thing than his actually.
⇢ day three of namseok week 2018
"So you and Joon, huh? Finally."
Hoseok startles up from his lunch, eyes meeting Yoongi's and becoming puzzled by the relieved expression on his face. "Huh?"
Yoongi rolls his eyes, reaching out to tug on the rolled up sleeve of Hoseok's hoodie. "That's his hoodie, isn't it? I know it's his. No one else would wear something that blatantly yellow and be able to get away with it."
Hoseok looks down at his hoodie, pushing the sleeve up his arm again so he can continue to eat unbothered. Eventually, he shrugs, not really understanding what Yoongi meant in the first place. It's normal for friends to borrow each other's clothes. Perfectly normal.
Or at least, that's what Hoseok had told himself when he'd woken up pressed against Namjoon in the younger's dorm room, their chests touching one another's and their breaths intermingling in the air between them. Namjoon hadn't woken up when Hoseok prodded him in the arm, claiming he had no classes today and so Hoseok had let him sleep. He had rolled over the younger, taking care to not let Namjoon bear most of his weight as he did, then Hoseok had pulled the hoodie on as he left, taking a moment to take a deep inhale of Namjoon's scent on the soft material once he'd closed the door to Namjoon's dorm room behind him. He'd ushered off to Literature class afterward, almost late but managed to make it right on time.
Since then, he's gone through two of his morning classes and is now enjoying his hour and a half lunch before he rushes to the last class of his day. He'll admit to sniffing the hoodie throughout the morning because with how good Namjoon smells, it's pretty hard not to, but he won't admit to enjoying the way the long sleeves of Namjoon's hoodie fall past his knuckles and gift him with sweater paws that usually make Hoseok weak in the knees whenever Namjoon's sporting them.
They're cute, obviously, but they're more of Namjoon's thing than his actually.
Anyway, back to Yoongi.
"Yeah. It's his," Hoseok mumbles, taking a bite out of his sandwich, chewing then swallowing it before he adds, "So what?"
Yoongi blinks, his relieved expression morphing into one of caution instead. "Nothing. I'm just glad Namjoon finally confessed is all."
Hoseok takes a moment to make sure that he heard Yoongi correctly. When the words only seem to echo in his head, he notches it to the side and looks up to stare at the elder again. "I'm sorry. What? Confess?"
"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about," Yoongi sniffs, indifferent until the look of confusion in Hoseok's eyes doesn't lessen. "Wait ー shit ー don't tell me he didn'tー"
Hoseok is pretty sure that he's never seen Yoongi's eyes that big or that panicked before, but he doesn't get a chance to tease the elder for it because suddenly there's a very familiar presence standing behind Hoseok and a warm hand on his shoulder as the seat beside him is dragged out. Yoongi's mouth closes with a sharp snap that must've hurt the elder and he ducks his head as Namjoon takes his seat beside Hoseok, his lunch of carrot chips, bubble tea and two sandwiches already on the table before them.
"'Sup guys?" Namjoon asks, already tearing into his lunch before he's even finished speaking.
Yoongi mutters something about a forgotten project under his breath then grabs the rest of his lunch, dumps it and leaves Hoseok and Namjoon to themselves. Namjoon looks after him with a puzzled look on his face, then turns to pin Hoseok with it.
"Something wrong with hyung? He left in a hurry," Namjoon says, one brow arched in question.
Hoseok shrugs, not really sure about what just happened himself but happy to still have company as he finishes his lunch. "I don't know. He was saying some weird stuff before you got here."
"Like what?"
Namjoon's mouth is full of sandwich at this point, but when Hoseok looks up to answer he finds that the words die in his throat as a sudden realization dawns upon him. His mouth is probably hanging open and it must be weird because Namjoon is giving him a concerned look now, but Hoseok's only paying attention to the epiphany he's experiencing right now.
And then oh, that explains a lot.
Hoseok tilts his head to the side to study Namjoon, watching the way the younger keeps looking at his mouth before trailing down to his stolen hoodie then back up again. And yeah, okay, Hoseok's an idiot sometimes when it comes to feelings, but honestly, he should've noticed the way that Namjoon is incredibly in love with him a long time ago.
Namjoon clears his throat when Hoseok still hasn't said anything and the elder hastens to reply, then, hoping with all hope that he's right.
"He asked if you had finally confessed, and you know, it didn't make sense at first when he asked me, but looking at you looking at me makes me see what hyung was talking about and I don't expect this to change anything between us, but I just wanted you to know thatー ARE YOU CHOKING?" Hoseok's spiel is cut short when he notices that Namjoon is hunched over, thumping his chest repeatedly as he coughs harshly, his entire frame shaking with the force of it.
Hoseok beats his back then guides Namjoon into an upright position where he can properly make the younger drink some water to help wash the sandwich down. Namjoon swallows it roughly, looking as if it's a great feat, but Hoseok doesn't let himself smile in reassurance until Namjoon's leaning back in his chair, now wary of the food in front of him.
They don't say anything for a few moments, but Hoseok intends to get this over with right now because he's been pining after Namjoon for years, too blind to notice that the younger had been pining after him right back and really, it's high past time they got their shit together.
"So before you so rudely interrupted me with your choking, I was trying to tell you that I think we should date," Hoseok huffs out, pretending to be annoyed by Namjoon's antics.
Namjoon blinks, ducking his head as a blush blossoms across his cheeks. "Um."
Hoseok leans forward into his space, not close enough to be uncomfortable but enough that it'll get Namjoon's full attention on him. "You like me, right? I like you. Kind of been in love with you since we graduated high school actually."
Namjoon sputters, mumbling something under his breath that Hoseok has to ask him to repeat. "Of course I like you. I've loved you since middle school."
Hoseok leans in closer, Namjoon's scent growing stronger as he approaches him. "So, we should date. I mean, I look cute in your clothes, don't I? And aren't you supposed to wear your boyfriend's hoodies when you're in a relationship? We're already halfway there then."
Hoseok is practically vibrating with excitement, his inner self cooing at the adorable way Namjoon flushes a darker pink while toying with his fingers. It's cute, Namjoon is cute and Hoseok thought he'd be scared and afraid when he last thought of confessing, but right now, he's just happy. Happy and excited and positively vibrating in his seat with joy.
Eventually, Namjoon reaches out and takes Hoseok's hand in his, nodding shyly as he peers up into Hoseok's face to meet his steady gaze. "Yeah, I guess we're already there."
Hoseok whoops loudly in the cafeteria, uncaring of the dirty looks other students shoot them and kisses Namjoon's cheeks once the younger has pulled him back into his seat. The tips of Namjoon's ears start to flush red then and Hoseok smiles.
Sweater paws are more Namjoon's style, but Hoseok won't miss an opportunity to wear his boyfriend's hoodies now that they're really together, after all this time, instead of dancing around each other and their feelings like they've been doing since they were teenagers.
And, hopefully, they'll stay together for a long time to come as well.
