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Hoseok tumbles to the ground, a giant-sized version of Mickey climbing over him and licking his face. He groans, his hands surprisingly heavy as he tries to lift them to bat away the overexcited puppy.
Dull pain lances through his lower abdomen, and Hoseok’s eyes open. The hair of one Kim Namjoon blocks his morning view of his ceiling. He smacks his lips, brain slowly coming online as another flash of pain hits him. Hoseok groans, finally processing that his boyfriend is lying on him, and pressing on his extremely full bladder. Hoseok shakes Namjoon, hissing when Namjoon shifts more of his weight on his bladder.
“Joon-ah. Move. I need to go pee.” His bladder pulses harder than before, and a shriek breaks the gentle atmosphere surrounding the lovers.
“Namjoon! I need to go, now.”
Hoseok shoves with all his force, sending Namjoon rolling to the other side of the bed. Somehow, the man still hasn"t been roused to consciousness. Hoseok gropes the nightstand, his clear-frame glasses almost invisible against the white.
He twists his legs, as nature’s call knocks again.
“Fuck.”
Where the fuck are his glasses? Actually, why does he even need them to go to the washroom? Hoseok sprints to the washroom, almost tripping but thank fuck for his dance reflexes, and finally relieving himself.
He pads back into the room, his bad habit of wiping wet hands against his t-shirt instead of the perfectly good towel 5 steps away reappearing. Good thing Namjoon’s not awake to scold him. At the thought of his golden retriever coded boyfriend (as per the latest trends), Hoseok takes in Namjoon’s still sleeping form.
Namjoon softly snores, a soft smile appearing at Hoseok’s lips. Even after a year, his snoring is as soothing as ever. It’s consistent enough to become more of like a white noise for Hoseok- sending him to sleep. As consistent as his habit of ending on top of Hobi every night, and taking ages to wake up. Hoseok can’t believe he still finds Joonie as endearing as the first day, he’s so fucking whipped.
Hoseok refocuses his attention on his nightstand, the poor thing buckling under the weight of multiple (white) charges, his (white) laptop, (white) phone, and other knick knacks in a (white) basket. Somewhere in this jumbly and blurry mess, are Hoseok’s lifeline- his precious glasses.
He really should have invested in getting laser eye surgery. Having a power of -5.5 diopters does not bode well for his future. Or the present. Perhaps, clear frames were not the best choice when half the surfaces in their apartment are white.
The biggest and clearest things to him are his basket and his laptop, so he shifts them to his bed. He picks up his phone and tosses it on the bed as Namjoon shifts and snuffles before his eyes crack open.
“Whuzza doing, ‘seok?” Namjoon’s raspy morning voice echoes in the room.
A shiver makes its way down Hoseok’s back and he reminds himself of the task at hand, regardless of how tempting it is to make his way over to his lovely, sexy boyfriend.
“I’m trying to find my glasses, have you seen them?”
Namjoon hums, “You were sleepy so I carried you to bed last night.” He sits up against the headboard, stretching his arms. Hoseok’s eyes flick down to the honey dew skin exposed as the black tee lifts upwards, looking especially delectable thanks to the contrast.
“I had your glasses in my hands and I… uhh, I think I kept them on the nightstand? But I think I heard something fall? Maybe? I’m not sure. But check around the nightstand also.” Namjoon gets out of bed and finds his glasses with envious ease. Hoseok’s heart melts- regardless of the glasses, Namjoon stumbles and almost trips against the carpet while trying to get to the other side.
Hoseok pouts and softly pecks Namjoon, gesturing in front of him. “Find them please.”
Namjoon bends over the nightstand, giving Hoseok free reign to his backside. A smack sounds as he finds the glasses. Namjoon turns around and smirks at Hoseok.
“Are you sure you want these? Seems like you can aim just fine.”
Hoseok giggles, “Now that you mention it…”
“Nope, we have plans today, Hoba. No fun times. Not until we’re back at least.” He chuckles and passes the glasses to Hoseok.
The world falls back into focus, Namjoon’s face the first visual his eyes properly perceive. Hoseok’s heart squeezes, shuffling forward to plonk his head into The Namboobies™.
“C’me on, we got shit to do today, baby.” Namjoon shuffles them out to the washroom.
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“Joon-ah, wake up for a moment.” Namjoon grumbles, the pull of sleep sweeter after a day well spent working on music.
“Joonie, please, 2 minutes. I’m getting late and I need your opinion.” Hobi’s pout is audible in his voice, tugging a soft smile into Namjoon’s face.
Using his precious leftover energy, he forces his eyelids open. All Namjoon sees is blobs, black blobs where his hair and t-shirt is, and colorful mosaic baggy jeans- at least he can differentiate the colors.
“How’s my hair looking? I changed it up, but I don"t know if I should just stick to what I’ve been doing before. Do I look silly, Joonie?” Namjoon squints, his hand making its way to the side table where he left his glasses.
He gropes around, sending a prayer heavenwards when his hand doesn’t grasp around the comforting coolness of his glasses. Deciding the wait isn’t worth the energy, Namjoon beckons Hobi closer.
“Where are your glasses Joon? I don’t see them here.” Hoba mutters, slowly fading out as Namjoon slowly travels into Morpheus"s arms.
Namjoon thinks he says he doesn"t know, but he"s not sure. The next thing he registers is Hobi shaking him awake again, his face incredibly close to his.
The younger takes the opportunity to press his lips to Hoba"s, a chaste kiss that leaves him with warmth flowing through his chest. The faint blush on Hobi"s cheeks looks better than any makeup he could ever apply, all thanks to Namjoon.
Namjoon finally peers at his beloved’s hair, though he still can’t tell the differences or details of the black bob in front of him.
“I… think it looks fine? Maybe?” Hoseok’s soft giggles spread warmth through Namjoon"s heart. He angles forward and steals another chaste kiss from his beloved, a soft sigh escaping Hoseok as he leans back. Namjoon chases his lips, only stopping when Hobi places a soft finger on his lips.
“Joonie, my gloss will get spoiled.” He whines, his cute pout melting Namjoon as always.
“Okay baby, whatever you say.” Well, now that Hoseok"s luscious lips have completely broken the hold Morpheus had on him, Namjoon sits up, cursing their choices of getting clear framed glasses that don’t show up on the tables at all.
Where did Namjoon even put his glasses? He tries to remember what he did after his long and drowsy shower, yet the haze of sleep renders the memories fuzzy.
Hoseok tutts, bends down and while Namjoon still processes the fact that his baby’s scrumptious posterior is in front of him and ready to be used as the most comfortable pillow in existence, he straightens and slams Namjoon"s glasses onto his face.
“Gh.” He blinks, relaxing now that he can finally see.
“Yeah, oh.” Namjoon looks at Hoseok, his fond look evident and sending butterflies through his stomach to this day.
“Now, how does my hair look?” Hobi gnaws on his lower lip.
Namjoon frowns, tapping his lips to make Hobi let go of his. He focused on his hair, the style a bit different from what Hoseok usually does. It looks a bit… odd, probably cuz of Namjoon not being used to it, but… gosh it makes him want to eat his love’s cheeks.
“You… look gorgeous darling.” He breathes out, “Enhances your cheeks, makes me want to nom them, baby.”
A soft pink spreads across Hobi’s highlighted cheeks, the elder squeaking out a quick goodbye before he scurries out, reminding Namjoon of that time they went to the park and Hobi tried to greet a squirrel.
Damn, Namjoon didn"t even get to take a picture of his love. Though, he’s positive that Hobi"s going to wear that style, his darling won’t let go of something that affected Namjoon so much so easily.
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“You’d think we’d learn by now to not leave our glasses where we can’t see them.”
Hobi mumbles something in return from where he’s nestled into Namjoon"s chest, or as he calls them, his “namboobies”. Apparently they are perfect as a stress ball, if Hobi kneading his pecs when they watch a horror movie (thanks to Jungkook) is any indication.
Namjoon gently smiles, and wraps his arms back around his beloved. His glasses might as well go to hell at this point. All that he needs to see is in his arms, secured and decently visible this close to him.
As though sensing his gaze, Hobi shuffles upwards and catches Namjoon’s eyes.
“You’re so pretty.” Soft giggles erupt when the couple realize what they’ve done.
“You copied me hobi, I was about to say it first.” Namjoon pouts, Hobi surging up to capture his lips in a soft, warm kiss.
“Well baby, I know for a fact you can barely see me. What’s so pretty about a blob huh?”
Namjoon groans, “I don"t need to see you to know how pretty you are, it"s not your physical features, although I can swear on my pokemon limited edition card that you’re the most gorgeous person I"ve ever seen… barring maybe… maybe seokjin hyung?” He shakes his head, as though dispelling a thought, “But that isn’t the point, what I mean is that your beauty lies in your mannerisms, your adorable little habits, in the way you exist… if that makes sense…”
Hobi giggles, giddy at Namjoon"s adorable explanation. “I love you so much, my baby. you make me the happiest man on earth.”
Hobi feels how Namjoon freezes and then melts in his arms, his heart overflowing with warmth. The intense urge to yell out his love for his Joonie till the whole world knows of it grips him tight, only letting loose when his darling grips him tighter. Hobi’s content to stay here anyway, Joon knowing how much he loves him is more than enough.
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“You know hobi,” Namjoon drawls, “I don"t think our clear glasses were the problem of us not finding our glasses.” he sprawls back on the bed, away from the wet portion.
Hobi squats on the ground, urgency clear in his voice, “well… it wasn’t my bright idea to have sex right before our double date with Seokjin hyung and Jungkook, and neither was it mine to fucking throw our glasses out of the stratosphere? Kim Namjoon, they"re not even clear anymore!” He shrieks, wringing his hands. “And now I can"t even see what my eyeliner looks like and neither can you, and you haven’t even begun getting ready.” Hobi sits down on the bed, hanging his head down.
Namjoon shifts over to his beloved, turning his face towards him. their noses bump as he moves in closer, “It looks really good, how did you do it so well- mmff.” All his thoughts flow out of the window, Hoseok"s lips capturing him in a soft kiss. Namjoon melts into it, moving his lips until his chest goes tight from fondness, not unlike his first kiss with Hoseok.
They break apart, “Breathe, baby,” Hobi whispers against Namjoon"s lips.
“Perhaps Seokjin hyung won’t mind if we reschedule? I need to ravish you, beloved.” Namjoon mumbles, his hands sneaking to Hoseok"s waist and gripping it, fitting perfectly within his palms where it belongs.
“Keep dreaming about his forgiveness baby, but right now I don’t really give a fuck.” Namjoon"s lips are engulfed again as they end up on the bed, the thought of going out long forgotten.
END