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Hoseok wakes up to soft, gentle kisses being pressed against the tender skin below his ear. The small body, so warm and so nice where it’s moulded to fit against Hoseok’s hip, vibrates with quiet purr as the person scoots impossibly closer. Their bodies are flushed together so tightly that not even the thinnest sheet of paper could slip between them. Hoseok’s hand curls against the delicate waist of his partner tightly, protectively, trying to bring them even closer. The person lying next to him purrs again, bullying their thigh between Hoseok’s leg as they wrap themselves around their partner (guardian) like a baby octopus.

Mornings like this are Hoseok’s favourite. Nothing compares to the feeling of being woken up by the person he loves and treasures the most instead of the annoying, beeping sound of his alarm that goes precisely at 6am every day except for Saturdays and Sundays.
Hoseok loves waking up when the sun is already high up in the sky, warming up the Earth with its gentle golden rays, melting away what’s left from the night before. He likes hanging in that limbo between being deeply asleep and being awake for hours, as his fingers draw tiny circles on the tiny back of his lover.
Saturdays and Sundays are his most loved and cherished days because he finally gets to spend all of his time with the small person who’s currently trying to climb on top of him.

Hoseok huffs through his nose quietly as sharp elbow digs into his chest. The person above him giggles playfully, something fuzzy and soft wrapping around his thigh as he places his palms flat against the delicate and narrow hips, supporting the small weight that places itself on his lower abdomen.

“’Seokie,” a sweet whisper of his name is pressed against his cheek disguised as gentle kiss. The body on top of him shifts a little bit, making Hoseok groan quietly as weight is pressed against his full bladder.

“What’s up, Yoonie?” Hoseok whispers hoarsely, his voice thick and raspy with sleep that is still tugging at his bones. Yoongi, small, precious Yoongi with fluffy white tail and little sensitive white ears and piercing blue eyes and his nose permanently dusted pink and cold, purrs again quietly, small hands fisting the cotton of Hoseok’s sleeping shirt and tugging.

 “Wake up,” the kitten’s bottom lip juts out a little bit as his lips turn into small pout. It’s already ten am and he has been awake since eight thirty, desperately trying to get his Daddy’s attention but Hoseok wouldn’t wake up. So he settled against him for a while and basked in the comforting and familiar warmth of his Hoseokie, curling himself around his hip as he tried to fall asleep again. But the bubbling excitement in his tummy at the thought of being able spend the whole day with Hoseok, made his snow white ears twitch adorably, the tips of his fingers tingling with the sensation.

Hoseok finally, finally, opens his eyes, that are always so gentle and so loving as they look at Yoongi like he’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen, blinking tiredly and slowly as he takes in the picture in front of him. Yoongi’s white sleeping shirt, that was originally Hoseok’s, slips from his right shoulder and his cheeks are flushed beautifully, his blue eyes looking at him, awaiting and excited, waiting for him patiently for Hoseok to wake up completely. Yoongi’s fluffy white tail is still wrapped around Hoseok’s thigh, tickling his skin a little from where it twitches occasionally. His ears are perked up, sticking out from the mess of powder pink hair that Hoseok dyed for him, after weeks and weeks of pleading from his baby.

It’s a good look, the natural blush on Yoongi’s body stands out, making him look incredibly soft, pretty and delicate, like pretty porcelain doll. Hoseok’s babydoll.

Hoseok blinks at him before loving smile takes over his lips, unable of stopping himself from smiling at the sight of his precious baby perched up on his lap.

“G’ mornin’, Daddy,” Yoongi purrs again, voice soft and sweet as he takes Hoseok’s hands in his, his fingers immediately threading through Hoseok’s to grasp his hand tightly.

“Morning, sweets. Had a good sleep?” With a little bit of struggle, Hoseok manages to sit up and lean his back against the wooden headboard of their king sized bed. Yoongi stays put on his lap, his fingers now playing with the hem of Hoseok’s sleeping shirt.

Yoongi gives him a small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, but it doesn’t have to, because Hoseok can see that his boy, his baby boy, is as content as he possibly can, and even smaller nod.

“Sleepies’ a’ways good wit’ Daddy,” he whispers sweetly and Hoseok’s chest fills with pure warmth, a mixture of immense love and adoration for this adorable kitten boy.

“That’s very good, that makes me very happy, sweetcheeks,” Hoseok presses tender kiss against Yoongi’s bangs, that fall gently over his forehead into his sleepy eyes, making the smaller boy keen.

“Nom nom time, baby boy?” Hoseok asks and watches with bright smile upon his lips as Yoongi squeals with genuine excitement and scrambles quickly to get out of bed. Hoseok follows him, not even bothering to make their bed as they’ll probably end up in bed again sometime after noon. Without asking, he picks Yoongi up into his arms, holding him tightly against his body.

“Daddy!” Yoongi giggles loudly as his body is hoisted up into strong arms that curls under his thighs protectively. Yoongi’s arms curl around Hoseok’s neck as he nuzzles his nose against Hoseok’s nose.

“Tha’s how kitties share kisses. ‘Nd Yoonie ‘s a kitty too so he hasta kiss his Daddy like this too,” Yoongi explains to Hoseok, eyes wide and twinkling beautifully, as Hoseok hums in acknowledgment.

“Can Yoonie give his Daddy another kiss, baby? Daddy enjoyed his kitten’s kisses very much, munchkin,” Hoseoks asks, the tone of his voice soft and gentle, like he was really talking to a child, warm and motherly. He sets Yoongi carefully on the marble counter top since he knows how much Yoongi loves to watch him make nom noms and swing his legs back and forth.

Yoongi nods, cheeks flushed baby pink, eyes shy and bashful as he nuzzles the tip of his nose against Hoseok’s again, then again and again until Hoseok’s giggling, heart in complete and utter bliss.

“Yoonie enjoy Daddy’s kisses lotsta too,” the small kitten boy whispers and his eyes dart to the floor, his whole demeanor suddenly as shy as his eyes. He rubs his foot clad in warm, fuzzy socks against the back of Hoseok’s thigh as he fiddles with the hem of his sleeping shirt.

“Where does Yoonie wants his Daddy’s kisses, little baby?” Hoseok asks, still smiling because there aren’t times with Yoongi when he wouldn’t be smiling. The small, shy kitten brings so, so much happiness into his life that sometimes, Hoseok wonders if it’s possible to fall in love with Yoongi even more.

But then, Yoongi looks up at him and smiles, showing his little teeth (even his teeth are small, holy fuck) and wiggles his bum contently and Hoseok is gone.

Yoongi pouts for a minute, that sweet little jut of his thin, rosy lips, and looks like he’s thinking hard about his answer.

Then he beams at Hoseok, like the small sunshine baby he is, and squeals a little: “Yoonie’s cheekies!”

So Hoseok, as the good Daddy and caregiver he prides himself on being, peppers Yoongi’s chubby, round cheeks in tiny, delicate kisses.

The squeals of pure delight resonate through their kitchen for another minutes until Yoongi’s soft tummy rumbles in hunger.

The small kitten lets out a quiet “Oopsie,”, looks up at Hoseok through his babydoll eyelashes and Hoseok is gone again and forever.