☁ :))))
this is so late and i’m sorry but i hope you don’t mind yoonrek c’:
The room is too bright to be his own, and the sheets on the bed much softer than the ones he’s got on his futon at his own place. The room is chilly, but there’s warmth at his side and Yoongi turns onto his back, opening tired eyes. Most of his mornings, the majority of his days--they tend to blur together, especially before Tarek came into the mix. And he’s never been a morning person, much preferring the humble hustle of afternoons and the busier, more exciting atmosphere of the night, but he figures that if every morning started just like this, they’d be much more bearable.
“Don’t you have class?”
It’s Monday, and yesterday night he’d just been about to head out when Tarek had wrapped an arm around his waist, tentatively, almost shy, and Yoongi had stopped moving altogether. He knows that Tarek is still so careful around him, always soft words and hesitant touches--and Yoongi feels guilty, knows that their past experience made it that way.
But he wants things to be different.
He wants Tarek to be at complete ease, wants him to talk and touch and feel freely, openly, and--Yoongi wants to do the same, too. They’ve come a long way, over and under so many obstacles but in the end they’ve fallen together once again. Yoongi doesn’t want to fuck this up, wants things to work out because he’s never cared about anyone as much as he cares about Tarek.
“Morning.”
And he turns onto his back, looking up at the white roof of Tarek’s dorm room. A shift at his side lets him know that Tarek is just in the beginning stages of waking up, too. Yoongi is unwilling to speed the morning along because there’s just something so endearing, so special about the few stolen minutes of the morning, where it’s just them stuck in a little pocket of time, with each other.
His hands stretch up over his head before he turns to face his boyfriend (and who would have ever thought?), whose eyes are still closed, even though his breathing isn’t as level as it’d be if he were still asleep. “You’ve got class, and I’ve got work.” Yoongi lays his hand on Tarek’s cheek for a second before slapping gently, trying to coax the younger male to open his eyes. “I’ll stop by after, but it’ll be late--probably midnight. Don’t wait up for me, though. You should sleep whenever you’re tired.”
But fuck, he wasn’t prepared.
When Tarek actually does open up his eyes, it sends every nerve in Yoongi’s body reeling, stomach turning and heart beating rapidly.
He’s so, so lucky. ( He’s so, so, enamored. )
Thumb swiping from the bridge of Tarek’s nose to his cheekbones, Yoongi confesses softly, fiercely, before his brain even catches up.
“I love you.”
