Sometimes, Yoongi gets this odd feeling of a certain someone looking at him, studying his body movements and facial expression (although he puts on a blank one most of the time, but he feels like an open book in front of him), and just gazing at him that it leaves him bothered and flushed, getting embarrassed for having someone look at him for so long. He—Hoseok will just laugh in delight and close the gap between them, and Yoongi doesn't really mind as he kisses back and melts and falls all over again.

And other times, Yoongi receives these ridiculous but adorable winks, ones that makes him choke on his morning coffee and sputter incoherent sentences while his face heats up like he's some highschool girl. Hoseok is a cheesy bastard, Yoongi will give him credit for that. Most of the time, he feels it across the room, burning through the back of his head every mornings when he has his face buried down on the mattress. Hoseok is then smiling at him whenever he turns and tilts his head up to meet the latter's chocolate eyes that he finds mesmerizing.

It gets him all fidgety and embarrassed—Yoongi is not used to it, but he finds himself missing it when he leaves in the mornings for the studio where Hoseok sleeps later than usual and locks himself in that tiny room with headphones tightly pressing against his ears. He longs for it when he gets stuck inside a local coffee shop because the sky was gloomy and Yoongi can't really blame the universe for being sad all of a sudden because he is, too.

"I wonder why you always stare at me like I've got some dirt on my face," Yoongi says in a joking manner one day, a cup of his favorite coffee in hand and Hoseok—Hoseok is pretty as always, walking beside him with his chin tucked in his dark green scarf.

"Aigoo! It's because you're so pretty, jagiya," Hoseok laughs, glancing at him with a big smile and slinging an arm around Yoongi's shoulders to pull him closer.

Yoongi flushes in embarrassment at the endearment, elbowing Hoseok who giggles in return. But he feels at home—here, tucked in Hoseok's side while they walk down the street back to their apartment. His heart swells too fast and too large in his chest, and he cards his fingers through his own hair, trying to flush down the fondness he is feeling right now.

All of a sudden, Hoseok is tugging at his hand with a warm, soft smile in his lips. Yoongi feels his breath hitch in his throat, and he squeezes Hoseok's hand before nodding.

Anywhere, everywhere—Yoongi will go to wherever Hoseok takes him.

// i got inspired by an amazing author in ao3, and i've been thinking for a while not about this so here you go! i hope that you guys will enjoy this as much as i did.