Yoongi wakes up to Taehyung cuddling on his side. His thighs are splayed over Yoongi's skinny legs and his arms holding him tightly, as if afraid that the older would leave him.
Yoongi chuckles to himself quietly, moving a strand of brown hair away from Taehyung's sleeping face.
Yoongi presses their noses together and nuzzles into him. Eyes turning into small crescents when he sees the slow and sleepy smile that Taehyung gives him.
Hazel eyes stare back at him, Yoongi kissing Taehyung who shies away from the kisses and hides his blushing face on the thin and shabby pillows.
"Aww, is my baby shy." Yoongi coos and holds back laughter when Taehyung childishly shakes his head.
Yoongi is sure he hears a muffled "no" in response, but he pretends to not hear it. "It's fine Taehyungie, you know I still love you even with morning breath and eye boogers."
Yoongi giggles when Taehyung smacks him on the chest and gets up from the bed. His tall frame making its way over to the tiny bathroom in their old motel room.
Yoongi takes pleasure in the glow of tan skin and long limbs that make Taehyung. His eyes particularly interested in the curve of Taehyung's ass, so perky and pretty for him.
"Stop staring at my ass hyung." Taehyung teases him more by shaking it and it has Yoongi growling deeply, getting up so fast and crossing the space of the bed to the bathroom in a blink.
He cops both cheeks and elites in the whimper that leaves Taehyung's mouth, his hands massaging light circles.
"We should - ah - leave at night. Yes hyung. It's safer for ... god, more ... us." Taehyung pushes back on the hands and moves his neck to the side, giving Yoongi more space to mark and kiss.
Yoongi smirks as his tongue licks and his mouth works on creating purple bruises that prove his love to him, the only bruises Yoongi ever wants to see on his lover’s skin. "Then I guess we have all day to do this."
Taehyung gasps and cries, his back arching from the bed as Yoongi straddles him. They have all day to prove to one another how much they love each other.
Taehyung feels high and giddy that Yoongi never once turn to stare at the pack of weed in his jeans that was thrown across the floor with no care.
