[Summary]

Yoongi sits on Hoseok's lap.

Hoseok has an internal crisis.

Words: 3,379

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Hoseok and Yoongi have been friends for a little over a year now.

When Hoseok joined university with his best friend, Kim Namjoon, he was expecting to meet more people, to have fun, and to also wanna stick pencils in his eyeballs with the amount of work he'd have to do. Turns out, all of those expectations became true.

He and Namjoon both went for the entertainment route– Namjoon with producing music and Hoseok with dance. Namjoon met a few people in his class, but Hoseok had only consistently heard of his friend Min Yoongi at the time, and of course they met through Namjoon.

Yoongi breathes, eats, sleeps– lives– music production. He has an amazing ear for music. At first, he was a bit quiet, but now he's talkative and even pulls small pranks on Hoseok. His smile is gummy and cute. Hoseok loves his smile. And his laugh. Yoongi is also small, which is worthy of noting, Hoseok thinks.

Min Yoongi is a little ball of cute personality and cute appearance.

Min Yoongi is a great friend. One of Hoseok's best friends.

And...

Min Yoongi is sitting on Jung Hoseok's lap.

Now, Hoseok isn't entirely sure how it happens in terms of... why it was necessary. They're at their friend's party, which has people mingling everywhere and there's really no room to squeeze by and breathe for a moment or two. It's Seokjin's party; Seokjin only greets Hoseok and Yoongi momentarily, but then all of his attention is on Namjoon once he finally arrives.

The space around them is hot and Hoseok really doesn't want to sweat in his good shirt– his fancy and expensive shirt. But there's no room, bodies press up against him, and it's stuffy in here. Sweaty bodies dance around and nearly spill their drinks on Hoseok, which might just be worse than the sweating.

He tries to hide his grimace, but he hears a cackle coming from beside him, and he knows it's Yoongi's laugh because he sounds kind of like he's choking and he can imagine Yoongi's shoulders bouncing with amusement.

Hoseok turns to the sound and scrunches his nose once he realizes Yoongi is looking up at him, laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" he asks, eyes glaring unknowingly into Yoongi, but Yoongi doesn't care. "You don't like crowded rooms either. Laugh all you want, but you'd be the first to go missing in a sea of these seaweed dancers, you shorty."

Yoongi's lips part into a gasp. "Wow, I think that's the meanest thing you've ever said to me."

Hoseok grunts in disapproval, but his eyes immediately fixate on a woman who gets out of a chair, which is against the wall. It takes two wide steps before Hoseok successfully takes the seat. He smiles to himself, no longer irritated because at least he can sit down now.

"Rude," Yoongi states as he steps up to him, following. "You're supposed to let the potential missing shorty sit down first. Haven't you heard, I could easily be eaten up by this sea of seaweed dancers? Don't you care for your friend's well-being?"

The smile on Hoseok's face grows bigger as he laughs and he raises his hand to Yoongi's waist, hitting it playfully. "Hyung, you won't go missing. I was joking."

"You're still mean. You didn't even offer the chair."

Hoseok shrugs. "I'm sure there will be another one empty soon. Maybe tell Seokjinie to stop flirting with Namjoon and get us some extra chairs instead."

Yoongi also shrugs. "Or maybe I can sit on the most readily available seat, which just so happens to be right by my side." He turns around so that all Hoseok can see is a black t-shirt and honey-blond hair, and the next thing he knows, there's a weight on his thighs that he's never felt before. It startles him, but Yoongi seems to think it's normal as he jokes, "Much better. See? Now I won't go missing."

So many things run through Hoseok's mind.

A: What the hell?

B: Holy shit.

C: What is going on?

D: Did Yoongi hyung really just sit in my lap?

E: He's so soft– again, what the hell?

It's like the gears in his brain are set to max speed now, but he gets absolutely no answers to his confusion. He's positive that if he could crash like a computer, he did it- like- twenty seconds ago. He sits there with his hands glued to the sides of the chair and his eyes are wide open, staring at the different shades of blond in front of his eyes.

"You–" He clears his throat because his voice comes out more strangled than the sound of Yoongi's cackle from earlier. Yoongi wriggles to get more comfortable, but Hoseok is positive that it can't be comfortable anyway. "Why are you sitting on me, exactly?"

Yoongi just shrugs once more. Like it's nothing. Like Hoseok isn't feeling overheated and sweating more than he was before any of this.

"You're my seat," says Yoongi, and the duh he lets out at the end of his sentence makes Hoseok think he's stepped into an alternate universe, because since when is this a normal occurrence, like, ever?

Min Yoongi is sitting in his lap.

Jung Hoseok has an internal crisis.

"Oh? I see you two are having fun." Seokjin laughs. Hoseok is grateful that Yoongi is blocking him because he doesn't want Seokjin to see the look on his face or point out how he's redder than usual.

He does see Namjoon, however, because he tilts his head just to look at Hoseok. His own eyes are wide in confusion as he notices that it's real; it really is Hoseok that Yoongi's sitting on.

"Lots of fun," Yoongi says.

Without really thinking, Hoseok brings his hands to Yoongi's waist to get his attention. Yoongi's back quickly straightens in shock and he can hear Seokjin's laughter grow sharper with the reaction.

"Hyung," Hoseok calls out. His fingers feel like they're on fire. Yoongi tries to wriggle out of his hold but doesn't plan on getting off of him. "Why are you still sitting on me? Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"Why are you grabbing me?" Yoongi bites back. He flicks Hoseok's hand and Hoseok lets go of his waist, opting on settling his hands beside Yoongi's thighs. "You're making this weird."

Hoseok gapes. "What? I'm making this weird?"

Seokjin is still in fits of laughter along with Namjoon, but he still pauses just to say, "Hoseok-ah, you should see Yoongi's face. He's bright red–"

"Go away," Yoongi cuts him off with an even harsher bite to his tongue. "Go welcome your guests or get some more chairs for us. You're a bad host."

Seokjin shrugs. "You're just boring for sitting at a party." He grabs ahold of Namjoon's hand. "Come on, Namjoonie. Let's go get you a drink." Namjoon is smiling like an idiot as Seokjin tugs him away and towards the kitchen. Yoongi flips them both off and Seokjin sticks his tongue out.

Yoongi slides off of Hoseok's lap. The soft weight is no longer there and Hoseok feels the absence immediately. He doesn't really want Yoongi to leave, but he won't admit that.

"I'm gonna go get a drink too," Yoongi says. "I'll bring you back something."

Before Hoseok can speak, Yoongi is gone. He comes back with drinks, but doesn't sit in Hoseok's lap again.

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Nearing a week after Seokjin's party, after Hoseok had woken up in Seokjin's bed and everyone else had left, Hoseok finds himself thinking back to that night very frequently. Rather than Seokjin's dilemma and pouting the next day because Namjoon insisted on putting his two friends into a peaceful slumber, Hoseok keeps thinking about Yoongi.

Sure, it was a split-second moment and Yoongi probably forgot all about it by now, but even a week later, Hoseok still feels the weight of his close friend sitting on his thighs. Quite frankly, Hoseok feels insane.

He keeps thinking about different situations like what if he hadn't urged Yoongi to get off of him, what if he had wrapped his arms around Yoongi and kept him there, or what if there was nobody else around– would Yoongi still have sat on his lap like that if they were all alone?

The thoughts linger.

He shivers.

"Are you cold?" asks Yoongi, who makes Hoseok's shiver run even deeper into his skin. He shakes his head, immediately denying it, but then he realizes that Yoongi's question wasn't 'Are you thinking about me right now?' so he backtracks and nods his head instead.

"Um. Yeah, isn't it a bit cold in here to you?"

Yoongi cocks an eyebrow as he sits across from him at the dining table. He has his laptop set up already and he's setting a cup of coffee down in front of him. "I mean, it isn't exactly cold or anything. Winter ended a few weeks ago."

"I know that." Hoseok ignores the topic. "Anyways. Are we gonna study now? Took you twenty minutes just to settle down."

Yoongi scoffs. "It was not twenty minutes. Be grateful that I'm even helping you with this."

He is grateful.

Yoongi helps him study for multiple classes and tells him the ins and outs of the familiar professors, like how they usually grade stuff and how to butter them up. They spend a few hours going back and forth between studying and talking nonsense; they always get along well and Hoseok loves to make Yoongi laugh.

When Yoongi gets up to go make himself another drink, Hoseok glances down at his legs– his thighs– and can't help but let his eyes linger. Yoongi is wearing black shorts that hardly cover any of his thighs. Hell, even his huge grey t-shirt covers more of his legs than the shorts do.

It's cute. Yoongi in his big shirt and short shorts is so cute. Too cute. It must be illegal to think such things about a mere friend, but Hoseok decides he doesn't care as Yoongi walks back in and sets his cup down next to Hoseok's laptop. He towers over Hoseok to look down at the screen.

"Of course, you have cutesy notes like that."

Hoseok has a small tab in the corner of his screen. It's a yellow notes tab and he has pink letters that he types with, which is in a cute font, and he also has little cutesy stickers lining the page.

"I'd rather have cute notes," Hoseok explains as he looks up at Yoongi. "It's more engaging."

"Engaging, right. Well, engaging in your cutesy notes doesn't seem to be working because you did the math all wrong on this- oh, you did multiple ones wrong. What happened here?" He eyes the equations and hums to himself as Hoseok frowns very deeply at the screen.

"It's wrong? How?"

Yoongi shakes his head. "No idea. I'd have to watch you do the problems to see what went wrong, but it looks like only three are wrong so far. Three out of seven isn't too bad."

Hoseok sighs. "Damn it. Help me."

He doesn't think much; Yoongi raises his hand to straighten his aching back out and as he does it, Hoseok wraps his fingers around his hyung's hips, bringing him to his level and making him sit right on his lap once again. He doesn't notice Yoongi's wide eyes until he turns to look at Hoseok.

"This again?" he asks, baffled.

"Don't act like you weren't the one who did it in the first place," Hoseok says as he ignores the heat rushing to his own face. He leans forward and cages Yoongi into the table as he begins resolving the math problems, and he tries his damndest to also ignore the weight of Yoongi sitting in his lap, but he just can't.

Turns out, he loves the feeling.

Yoongi doesn't seem to mind.

"Ah, I see." Yoongi easily figures out the issue with Hoseok's work, so he shows him and Hoseok feels like a bit of an idiot, but it's whatever. He corrects his previous answers and then continues working on the other problems.

Yoongi stays in his lap. He simply watches and stays put with Hoseok's arms around him. It feels nice. Incredibly nice. And they don't say a word about it either.

Well, they don't say a word until Yoongi decides to break the silence.

"Aren't your legs getting numb?" he asks as he turns once again to look down at Hoseok, who shrugs.

"I feel fine. Why? You don't like sitting in my lap, hyung?"

"I–" A strangled noise leaves Yoongi's throat and this time it isn't his laugh. "Why would you ask me something like that? I'm not supposed to be enjoying this."

Hoseok clasps his hands onto the table and he scoffs. "I thought you said I was your energizer. How dare you."

"Being my energizer doesn't mean forcing me to sit in your lap."

"Forcing you?" Again, Hoseok scoffs. "You could've gotten off or said something ages ago. Go on then," he says as he lowers his hands to his side to remove the cage.

Yoongi stares back at him for what feels like an eternity. He doesn't get up. Instead, he turns back to the laptop and then leans back comfortably unlike how he was sitting straight up a moment ago.

"I'm already settled in now," he quietly excuses as he crosses his arms over his chest. Hoseok imagines the pout on Yoongi's lips and the reddening of his cheeks; he knows exactly what Yoongi looks like right now. "Just keep working, dummy."

Smiling to himself, Hoseok locks his chin over Yoongi's shoulder and he continues his online studies. At some point, Yoongi's head rests against his and it feels like... home.

It's a tough realization, but Hoseok is pretty sure that his heart has never felt so peaceful in his life. With Yoongi sitting in his lap, he realizes just how much he loves this feeling. He loves holding Yoongi close.

Shit.

"I need to order us some dinner," Yoongi says. It means he'll have to break their little immersion. He'll have to get up to get his phone and they'll have to get up to eat in approximately fifteen minutes anyways, so Hoseok lets him go.

They order bulgogi with rice and sodas. For a change in comfort– because their backs hurt from the hard dining chairs– they set their food out on Hoseok's coffee table and sit on the couch.

"This's good," Hoseok murmurs as he chews the juicy meat. Yoongi simply nods in agreement.

Silence takes over while they eat. At some point Hoseok turns his TV on and suddenly they're relaxing more than they intended to; Yoongi curls his bare feet under him and Hoseok lays back against the headrest. They watch some random movie that was already on.

"Are we done for today?" Yoongi asks after nearly thirty minutes pass by.

Over half of Hoseok's assignment was completed. Other than that, he just needed to study, which he did. So, he leaves it up to Yoongi.

"If you're done, I'm good on my assignment." He pauses for a split second before adding, "Thank you for helping me, hyung."

Yoongi nods. "You're welcome. And I'm already done with my essay or else I wouldn't have let you hold me hostage in your lap for so long."

With the mention of that, Hoseok's cheeks involuntarily heat up and he averts his eyes. "I- Well, I wouldn't say I held you hostage. You willingly stayed on my lap, so it obviously wasn't the worst thing in the world." He hopes it wasn't, at least.

"Hm." Yoongi goes silent once more.

They continue watching the movie, but Hoseok can't stop thinking about Yoongi. He didn't confirm nor deny that being in Hoseok's lap was terrible.

A while passes and Hoseok steals multiple glances at his hyung. Yoongi's so cute balled up into the couch, so cute with his big shirt swallowing him, and his eyes are so soft and pretty with the TV flashing lights into them.

For the year that they've been friends, Hoseok never allowed himself to dwell on such things. Yoongi is cute, funny, so chill, and so nice, but Hoseok has tried his best to keep his poor little heart toned down. Yoongi is one of his best friends and he wouldn't want to ruin that.

But Yoongi drives him crazy.

Yoongi drives him crazy by slowly making his way closer to him until his knees are pressed into Hoseok. And when Hoseok glances at him once more, Yoongi is already looking right back at him. He drives him insane with the way he just smiles and brings himself closer.

"You're staring," he says as if Hoseok doesn't already know this. But instead of making fun of him or calling him a weirdo, Yoongi tucks his knees into Hoseok's lap and smiles. "You look like you're overthinking." He points his finger, pressing playfully in the center of Hoseok's forehead. "Your brain isn't meant for overthinking, Hoseokie."

Hoseok swats his finger away. "You don't know that." Yoongi chuckles.

"What are you thinking about? Anything in particular?"

"You." It comes out far more blunt than he meant it to. He stares hard at the TV even though he catches a glimpse of Yoongi's smile softening into something less playful. "I mean..."

Yoongi shuffles on the couch. "I know what you mean," he states confidently as he lifts himself off of the couch. Before he can even understand what's happening, Yoongi crawls over his lap and faces him, straddling his thighs. He looks off to the right, not meeting Hoseok's gaze. "This idea was a lot cuter in my head. Now I don't know what to say or do."

A sudden and relieved laugh bursts from Hoseok. He pulls Yoongi closer with his hands on his waist and melts into the feeling of Yoongi's body pressing softly into his.

"You are cute."

Yoongi blushes like crazy and he wonders if this is what Yoongi looked like at the party; a blushing mess.

"I didn't say I was cute," Yoongi says in pout. "I said my idea was cute." But he's definitely cuter.

"Hyung." Hoseok tugs gently on the shirt Yoongi has on and it finally earns a mutual gaze. Yoongi's eyes are always so soft despite their sharpness. "Why are you trying to be cute for me?"

The older's head drops and he plays with the loose strings of his shorts. It makes his shirt lift a little and it also reminds Hoseok just how shy Yoongi can get sometimes. It's cute.

"You keep looking at me differently..." He pouts even more. "Namjoonie and hyung mentioned it too. I thought they were crazy at first, but they're right. You do this thing where you- you check me out and it's so noticeable and I blush like an idiot but then I think you're more of an idiot for not saying anything or making a move first, so–" His hands fall to his lap defeatedly and he looks at Hoseok again. "I guess I'm trying to make the first move instead. I dunno."

It's a lot. It's so much to take in.

Hoseok gulps.

"I wasn't subtle... at all?"

Yoongi snickers, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're so readable. Of course not, you weren't subtle at all, but you were cute anyway." Butterflies fill Hoseok's tummy. He smiles brighter than ever.

"If you say so. Can I k- uh- is it okay if I like- ask you out now?"

Now, Yoongi deadpans. "You can take me on a date, but you obviously weren't going to ask that at first. If you don't kiss me right now, I–"

He cups Yoongi's cheeks and closes the gap between them, cutting Yoongi's words off. The kiss is gentle and sweet. Just lips to lips, melting into each other and trying not to smile. Hoseok has never felt so at peace before.

They pull apart and Hoseok smiles up at Yoongi as he brushes the hair out of his eyes. "You're cute, hyung."

"Not as cute as you, you dork."

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aren't they just adorable? 🤧💕

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