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Showstopper 📸 3: Nobody has ever made me feel this way
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Hoseok knows the rumors.
Everyone in the industry knows the rumors.
Min Yoongi is a player. Min Yoongi is a snake. Stand in front of Min Yoongi’s camera, and you will be just another one of his victims – prey for him to use as he pleases and toss away when he gets bored.
Still, when Hoseok gets the call to audition for the magazine at which the elusive Min Yoongi works as the lead photographer, he does not hesitate to say yes. This is Hoseok’s dream, and he will be damned if he lets some industry hotshot stand in his way. He is an up-and-coming model who has worked with some of the hottest, most chaotic people in the business; surely, one man is not capable of hip-swishing into Hoseok’s life and throwing a wrench in all his plans. 
📸 Hoseok x Yoongi
📸 word count: 18.7k
📸 strangers to lovers, model & photographer au, angst, smut, fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+
📸 warnings: Hoseok & Yoongi switch; they are both hot and cold & there is plenty of angst; footsie that turns to cockstepping; explicit discussion of sexual acts; jealousy; attempts at communication; dry humping; hair pulling; use of "good boy"; mouth spitting; blowjobs; deepthroating; a lot of drool; brief delicate cheek slapping; cum swallowing; some overstimulation; frotting; Yoongi is surprisingly submissive; sexual acts happen while somewhat under the influence but not drunk.
📸 notes: this chapter is very dialogue heavy!!! i hope some plot points don't feel too rushed or contrived, but i am trying to squeeze everything into my 4 planned chapters, since i have so much on my plate! 💜
📸 written for the BTS Found Fest!
📸 thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading.
📸 posted jan. 2024 | read on ao3
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Hoseok cannot, for the life of him, pretend that kiss never happened. 
He may as well be drunk each day with the way he spaces out, misses instruction, and does not seem to be fully aware of his surroundings. He is clumsy, always staring at Yoongi's hands, and forgetting to change poses without being told. 
And to make matters worse, Yoongi's moodiness has ramped up. He is quick to snap his fingers and bark instructions. 
"Model," he will say, not using Hoseok's name, "get your head out of the fucking clouds, what is going on with you?"
With a shrug and maybe a yawn, Hoseok will sigh and bat his eyelashes. "Sorry, boss," he will make his voice soft and sweet as candy floss, "just tired this week."
The thing is, Hoseok is coasting until he finds out whether Dior wants more from him. He already has the cover and the money shots – the shit he is doing this week is all random filler images that Yoongi will keep a stock of in case he needs something for an ad. Random outfits, random backdrops, random accessories. 
Why he is bothering to do any of this right now seems pointless. It is almost as if Yoongi is just asking him to be around for the sake of having him around, and Hoseok finds it tedious. After his hot shot Dior campaign, he deserves a vacation. He wore a merkin, for fuck's sake. 
During the third day of this nonsense, Namjoon comes sighing into the makeup room, shaking his head. There are other models around, so he waits to get up close to Hoseok's ear to mutter, "You're really getting under his skin. Are you trying to get fired?"
Hoseok simply stares at him with one eyebrow raised. He knows Yoongi has told Namjoon about the kiss – he tells Namjoon about everything. 
Namjoon confirms that he at least knows something by rolling his eyes, shaking his head, and saying, "Well, he has asked me to invite you to dinner with him today so the two of you can speak."
"I have nothing to say to him," Hoseok says, holding out his perfectly manicured left hand to inspect whether his nails are still shiny and well-groomed – they are. "If he wants to invite me out, he can do it, himself."
On top of everything else, Hoseok is playing hard to get. If Yoongi wants to see or speak to him, he can earn the right. One does not barge into Hoseok's apartment, surprise him with a life-altering kiss, and then carry on like everything is fine. Absolutely not. 
He wants to annoy Yoongi by playing footsie with him under a restaurant booth, or seduce him up in his big, dark office, but not let him have anything more than another kiss. Just to show him that he is not fully in control. 
But he doesn't want to make it obvious to the other models. He has no desire to commiserate with them over the ways Yoongi has used them. 
Ultimately, Hoseok wants to come out on top – figuratively and literally. He wants to have Yoongi sprawled out across that big, leather-topped desk of his, moaning Hoseok's name in his deep, raspy timbre. That's the goal. 
Namjoon pulls out his phone and thumbs around, dimples on display as he smiles to himself. Hoseok likes it when Namjoon plays along with his cattiness, and he imagines that Namjoon is relaying his message to Yoongi. 
Meanwhile, models come and go, all shooting with different photographers throughout the massive studio space. Only Hoseok and Sunmi have Yoongi's attention, and Hoseok has been attempting to watch like a hawk to see if any flirtatious behavior is exchanged, but much to his chagrin, Sunmi only seems to be behind Yoongi's lens when Hoseok is busy getting his hair and makeup done. 
He wonders how many more models Yoongi will kiss this week. How many does he text to ask if they need a ride home? How many go out to lunch with him in secluded corner booths and shower at his home studio?
Whereas before, Hoseok thought he was catching feelings for Yoongi, now he is determined for it to be a power play only. He just wants to fuck him once to get it out of his system – mark up that round little ass of his. Then he can leave this whole stupid company behind. 
Hoseok is balls deep in a mental image of Yoongi bent over his large desk when he hears the man's voice cut through his imagination, bringing him back to reality.
"Hoseok."
Hoseok looks up to find Yoongi's head peeking into the room. Namjoon is still present, still on his phone, but Hoseok can tell by his expression – by the way his eyes are staring unmoving at the device – that he is definitely eavesdropping. 
"Yes, boss?" Hoseok asks with as much indifference as he can muster. 
"How would you like to come on a little field trip with me? Dior wants to discuss a second round of outfits, and I could use some dinner."
Hoseok stretches his back and lets out a deep sigh, then he slouches in his chair and shrugs, acting bored. "Sure. Sounds fun."
Rather than respond, Yoongi simply leaves the room. Hoseok stands to follow, but Namjoon stops him in his tracks. 
"Let's find you something nice to wear," he says.
Hoseok looks down at his favorite baby blue cropped tee and low-rise daisy duke denim shorts and says, "What are you talking about? I look amazing."
"I didn't say you didn't look amazing," Namjoon responds with a playful smile. "But I just think you should wear something a touch more put together."
By now, all of the models have left the room, and Namjoon closes the door. 
"Why?" Hoseok asks conspiratorially. "Is he taking me somewhere nice? Gonna butter me up? Or finally apologize? Maybe try to corner me for another stupid fucking kiss?"
With a sigh, Namjoon turns to a rack of black and white clothing and begins to search until he pulls out a black blazer, black slacks, and a delicate off-white silk blouse. Hoseok rolls his eyes dramatically but cannot hold back a smile as he strips down and allows Namjoon to play dress up. 
The blouse has a deep v-neck that hangs gracefully down to the valley of his pecs, and he wears the fitted blazer fully open, with the blouse tucked into tight, fitted slacks that are accentuated nicely with a black leather belt. Namjoon dusts a thin black line around Hoseok's eyes and chooses a pair of chunky black loafers for him to wear. 
While Namjoon is digging through a chest for jewelry pieces, there are three soft knocks on the door, followed by it slowly opening and Yoongi sticking his head back into the room. Hoseok stares at his boss, watching as his eyes widen and then settle back to their cold natural state. 
"We're just about finished, boss," Namjoon says. 
Yoongi heavy-blinks and nods once, then says, "I'll be in the car."
Hoseok is no fool – he knows that behavior well. "He wants me so bad," he says, giggling to himself while cold metal is draped around his neck and fastened into place. 
Namjoon has chosen a stack of delicate gold chains that drape and cascade beautifully with the deep neck of the blouse. Hoseok dances his fingertips along one of the thickest chains and smiles into the mirror. 
"Joonie Baboonie, you have such an eye for style."
"Baboonie?" Namjoon asks with a chuckle as Hoseok spins on his toes and pats Namjoon on one of his big, strong biceps. 
"Yes, Baboonie! You got this primal ape thickness to you," he says, giving Namjoon's arm a squeeze. 
Namjoon gasps and yanks his arm away, pretending to be scandalized. "I don't even know what to think right now."
"Trust me, it's a compliment," Hoseok says as he turns toward the door, looking over his shoulder to add, "You're easily one of the hottest men on this peninsula."
The tips of Namjoon's ears turn a precious shade of red, and Hoseok grabs his phone, wallet, and keys from where they sit on the vanity counter and slide them into his borrowed pockets, giggling to himself over how fun it is to rile Namjoon up. 
He takes his time walking through the studio, to the large front doors ahead, listening to shutters snap closed while photographers and directors instruct and praise and ask more from their models. Despite feeling fed up with Yoongi's antics, he is proud to be part of this world, and he holds his head high as he pauses before the sliding glass doors and waits for them to open wide. 
It is early evening, still bright and warm outside. Hoseok spots the familiar sedan sitting curbside and is pleased to find only Yoongi waiting for him. He can play coy all he wants in the presence of others, but he is not so sure he can hold up the facade around Seokjin, and the man's absence is a relief. 
Yoongi wears a black mask over his nose and mouth, as well as black sunglasses, and when Hoseok opens the door and slides into the front seat, Yoongi points to the glove compartment and says, "Disguise, please."
Now that Hoseok is alone with Yoongi, he fully takes in his appearance. Between being photographed by him earlier in the day and now, he has changed from his typical flowing black rags into a white button-up top with long, sharp lapels, and charcoal grey slacks that strain against his thighs. His hair has so much volume that the tips fan out in pretty waves, and Hoseok openly stares, feeling his feigned impassiveness crash down around him. 
There is no way he is going to be able to have the upper hand if Yoongi is this fucking pretty. 
"Hoseok," Yoongi says, "we don't have all day."
Hoseok clears his throat, blinks Yoongi from view, and leans to open the glove compartment. Inside is a pair of black sunglasses and an unused black mask, and he reaches for each item to put on.
"Why the disguises?" he asks. 
"I don't like my identity being widely spread, and there always seems to be someone in the high-end districts waiting for me to waltz into a shop or restaurant. Better safe than sorry."
"Why is that?" Hoseok asks, adjusting the mask to fit comfortably over his nose.
Yoongi sighs. "The last thing I need is for the press to see me taking my models out to eat and spread the word that I'm fucking them."
"Because you are," Hoseok mutters. 
"Flirting is not the same as fucking."
Hoseok rolls his eyes and tips his head in Yoongi's direction. His voice is low but challenging as he asks, "How many of them do you fuck, boss?"
It is a shame Yoongi's face is covered; Hoseok would love to see his expression as he says, "Currently, none."
With a hum, Hoseok turns to reach for his seatbelt. He does not believe Yoongi for a second, but he is still happy with the claim. 
"Where are we off to?" Hoseok asks in a far more chipper voice.
Yoongi sighs, turning Hoseok's attention back to him. He has his sunglasses pulled down to the bridge of his nose, and his eyes appear somewhat sad. 
"Look, I'm sorry for kissing you. I should have asked���or…I don't know…refrained."
"Yup," Hoseok responds snarkily.
"But we need to at least pretend things are normal, for the sake of professionality. Otherwise I will not be able to continue having you at M Magazine. I really don't want to let you go, Hoseok."
"Because I'm a good investment. I know."
Another sigh. "Is that really how you feel?"
Hoseok rolls his eyes again, thankful that his expression is hidden, because he suddenly feels dangerously close to crying. He takes his time to think about his response, and then he shrugs. Yoongi is fucking insane if he thinks Hoseok is going to give him an ounce of his dignity.
"I thought we didn't have all day?" he asks, instead.
Yoongi slowly blinks, then says, "We have time for this. If there's something we need to discuss, I can always make time for it."
"Wow, so caring," Hoseok drawls sarcastically. "You're really good at putting on the good boy act when it's just the two of us. How many other models do you do this for?"
Yoongi squints, pushes his sunglasses back into place, and presses the ignition start button. Then he simply asks, "Sushi?"
"Sushi sounds great," Hoseok responds genuinely as he sits back and looks out the windshield, eyes trailing over details he barely registers of vehicles and trees. 
Off they drive. Hoseok spaces out entirely, blocking out everything ahead. Instead, he fights with his own emotions, unsure how he would like to proceed. 
He wants to tease Yoongi, and ultimately break him down. And in order to do so, he knows he needs to drop the snark. But Yoongi has genuinely pissed him off, and it is difficult not to bring it up. 
When the racing thoughts get to be too overwhelming, Hoseok reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone. He has Namjoon's number saved from their spa day, and he pulls up his contact.
Hoseok Joon Baboon, this man is driving me insane. Please snitch on your bestie and tell me what he said about The Kiss™. I feel claustrophobic in this car because I don't know what the fuck this man is thinking.
Hoseok assumes Namjoon is still at work, but there is a chance he is between models, or packing up for the day. It is rare for anyone to stay past five, and it is a quarter to five now. 
For good measure, he also sends a text to Jeongguk. He is eager to pick his friend's brain if Jeongguk is willing to talk about his experience with Yoongi. 
Hoseok Ggukieee!!! Drinks later? On me? I'm having a crisis that only you could understand.
He places his phone face down on his leg and patiently waits, staring out the side window at all the tall glass and concrete buildings. This side of the city is where all the money is. Designer shops, high-end restaurants, five-star hotels. 
Yoongi pulls up to a valet stand, takes a deep, slow breath, and shuts the ignition off. Hoseok swallows thickly, wondering if there really might be members of the press lingering around, waiting to photograph his boss – and, by extension, him. 
As soon as Yoongi is out of the car, Hoseok follows suit, unbuckling and slowly opening his door. He has no idea why his heart pounds, and he glances around at his surroundings, noticing the way people stop and take in his appearance. 
"For Min," Yoongi says as he hands the valet attendant his key. 
The attendant bows and Yoongi turns to Hoseok, nods his chin, and walks toward a large glass door. 
Hoseok follows close behind, trying to elongate his steps to accentuate the beautiful garments he wears rather than prance ahead quickly. He feels like royalty in the outfit Namjoon has dressed him in, and he intends to savor each second he spends in it.
Yoongi holds the door open, and Hoseok steps inside. Immediately, he is hit with rich umami and spicy scents, and he stops and waits for Yoongi to step ahead and say, "Two for Min," to the hostess.
"Right this way," she says, leading the two of them through a lavish restaurant furnished in gold, crystal, and jade, with copious amounts of natural lighting. 
She leads them to a section of private booths with tall wooden walls – an area that is much more dim and intimate than the main dining hall – and she points to a booth all the way at the end. There are no other patrons in this area of the restaurant, yet Yoongi only removes his sunglasses once they are seated. 
"The usual?" she asks, and Yoongi turns his attention to Hoseok. 
"I usually get an assortment of sashimi, as well as inari, miso soup, and sake."
"That sounds good," Hoseok mutters, feeling inexplicably shy as he removes his sunglasses and scoots to the center of the booth. 
"The usual, for two," Yoongi nods to the hostess, who bows and walks away. He busies himself with unfolding his napkin and placing it over his lap, and then pulls out his cell phone. 
Hoseok pulls his phone out, as well. And in that moment, it vibrates.
Joon Baboon All he said was that he made a mistake. He feels like he broke your trust and pissed you off, and for that, he feels guilty. 
Hoseok rolls his eyes and bites his lip to prevent from smiling. 
Hoseok Is that what this fancy as fuck sushi dinner is about?
Joon Baboon You didn't hear it from me…
Hoseok  The magic words!!! 
Joon Baboon But, yes. 
"About Dior," Yoongi says, causing Hoseok to set his phone down on the booth beside his leg and lift his attention to his boss. "Technically, the contract is over if you are pleased with all we have done. But they have reached out to express interest in having you model the upcoming winter line."
"Oh?" Hoseok perks up and folds his hands over his lap, watching as Yoongi pulls the mask from his mouth and neatly sets it aside. 
Yoongi is devastatingly pretty with his hair wild and curly. Especially with the crisp white shirt, his skin looks petal soft, and his lips have a slight gloss – kissable and sweet. Hoseok hates how quickly one look can make every wall he attempts to build around his heart buckle and crumble to his feet. 
"Cardigans, hoodies, handbags," Yoongi continues, "possibly sneakers. Oh, and they have a grey wide-legged wool pant that I believe you would be particularly stunning in, if that interests you."
Hoseok licks his lips and nods. For once, he has nothing snarky to say, and instead, he sits back and takes a deep breath. More Dior means more time spent with Yoongi acting as his agent. He feels conflicted. 
"Would this be something we begin soon?" Hoseok asks, suddenly feeling antsy and shifting in his seat. "Or would we draw up a new contract?"
Yoongi studies his face, then leans forward with his elbows on the table. "What would you like to do? Continue the current contract and get all of that out of the way, or pause with Dior in order to find representation with a more permanent agent?"
Hoseok gently nibbles on the inside of his lip. He figures he may as well be honest with Yoongi, despite how much he loathes putting his feelings on display.
Luckily for him, a server approaches with a tray of water and sake. Hoseok busies himself with pouring small glasses of sake while the server excuses themself. He can feel Yoongi watching him, and he swallows back his anxiety as best as he can.
"In the event that Dior keeps thirsting for my good looks, I think I would like to find a more permanent agent."
He glances up and sees Yoongi watching him, chin resting against his folded hands.
"S-so, if you wouldn't mind putting me in touch with some," Hoseok continues, pulse quickening the longer Yoongi stares, "I would appreciate it."
"Alright," Yoongi says. "I can set up some interviews for this week."
"Thanks, boss," Hoseok mutters as he slides a soju glass forward.
"Any particular reason you are eager to pay money for representation?" Yoongi asks in a teasing voice as he reaches for his glass before Hoseok has a chance to let it go.
The warm graze of Yoongi's fingers makes Hoseok swallow thickly and pull his hand away. Yoongi's signature smirk is back, and it fills his tummies with butterflies and regret.
"Maybe," is all Hoseok is willing to say. 
 Yoongi hums, then lifts his glass, waiting for Hoseok to lift his, as well. 
"How much sake will it take until you comfortably tell me what's on your mind?" he asks.
Hoseok scoffs, referring to the other night as he says, "At least three bottles."
Yoongi lifts an eyebrow and softly chuckles. They tap their glasses together, and Hoseok shoots the liquid back, savoring the almost buttery quality that shines through the semi-sweet flavor.
"How much will it take for you to be honest about your intentions with me?" Hoseok tries. 
Yoongi lets out a slow exhale. "My intentions are to assist you with finding an agent to represent you for the rest of your brand contracts, and to continue assisting you with putting your best face forward in the hottest magazine in South Korea."
Hoseok hums and licks his lips. He wants to challenge Yoongi further, but he worries that this is not the place for that.
The booth rattles with an incoming text message, and Yoongi's eyes follow the sound, then lift to Hoseok, asking, "You gonna check that?"
Hoseok rolls his eyes and laughs humorlessly to himself, reaching for his phone. "You're insufferable," he mutters under his breath. 
"Well, you aren't willing to speak openly with me," Yoongi quips, "so you may as well entertain yourself somehow."
Hoseok tongues the inside of his cheek as he lifts his phone, sees that it is a message from Jeongguk, and unlocks his screen to read it.
"Do you like wasabi in your soy sauce?" Yoongi asks, and Hoseok flicks his gaze up briefly, annoyed with his sudden change in topic. 
"Sure," he says, dropping his gaze down to his phone. 
Ggukie Bun Drinks sound fun, but idk how much I wanna talk about that man…you'll have to loosen me up quite a bit to get me to spill, hyungie.
He sends a quick response—
Hoseok You got yourself a deal, bunny. I'll hit you up when I'm finished with dinner.
—and slides his phone into his pants pocket before leaning forward with his elbows against the table.
"You want me to talk?" Hoseok challenges, keeping his voice low in case there are people sitting in nearby booths. "Alright, boss, I'll talk about anything you want. Pick my brain, since you're so eager."
Yoongi smirks and the sight alone has Hoseok's frustration reaching an all new high. The audacity of this man to push his buttons so much; he is going to lose his fucking mind. 
Hoseok watches as Yoongi uses his chopsticks to mix a dollop of wasabi into a small square dish that he has poured soy sauce into, eyes glued to his long fingers cradling the black lacquered utensils.
"So, you're saying I don't have to spend eight hundred thousand won on booze to get you to open up?" Yoongi teases as he lays his chopsticks down across an empty dish. 
"Eight hundred—" Hoseok gasps, then looks at the ceramic carafe in the center of the table. "What?"
"I know, one hundred and thirty thousand won is a lot for just one bottle, but I rather like how smooth this one is."
Hoseok chuckles and shakes his head. "You cannot be serious."
Yoongi's voice drops an octave as he leans forward and says, "Don't think I wouldn't spend that kind of money on you, Hoseok. Especially if it gets those pretty lips talking."
All the little hairs on Hoseok's body stand at full attention. He has half a mind to excuse himself to run outside for some fresh air. 
"Pretty lips?" Hoseok asks, instead, unable to hide the tremble in his voice. 
Yoongi's smirk becomes a grin, and there is a devious glimmer in his eyes as he says, "I quite liked the taste of soju on your tongue, but I bet this sake would be even better."
Nervous laughter rocks through Hoseok's chest, and he holds his left hand up and shakes his head, muttering, "Okay, you need to stop."
"Awe, what's the matter, Hoseok?" Yoongi teases.
"I am so fucking serious."
Yoongi sits back, resting his hands on the top of the dark wooden table, and Hoseok allows himself to stare at his short, tidy nails and knobby knuckles. 
"Is that why you no longer want me to be your agent?" Yoongi asks. "Eager for another kiss?"
"Fuck it," Hoseok grumbles to himself as he sits tall, looks Yoongi in the eye, and says, "Yeah. That is why."
Yoongi watches Hoseok, eyes trailing from his eyes to his lips and back up. He appears to have something to say, but for once, is holding back. 
Servers approach with trays of food, starting with the miso soup and inari, then the sashimi. Hoseok thanks the servers, smiles impatiently at Yoongi, and then waits for him to start eating. 
But Yoongi keeps his eyes on Hoseok. He slowly blinks, saying nothing, and Hoseok takes a deep, fortifying breath and says, "Yoongi-ssi, I would like to eat. Please start."
"Sorry," Yoongi utters softly, lifting his burgundy napkin and tucking one corner delicately into the neck of his shirt. 
Hoseok rolls his eyes and sits back with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest. Whatever game Yoongi is playing at, it is wearing him out. 
"I was just thinking," Yoongi says as he reaches for his small bowl of soup and lifts it to his lips. He blows delicately at the broth and says, "Seokjin may have room to represent you."
Hoseok sits forward and reaches for his own small black plastic bowl with red along the rim, and he lifts it to his lips. "Seokjin works as an agent?"
Yoongi sips at his soup and closes his eyes. A smile graces his lips, and Hoseok forgets for a moment how hungry he is – all he can do is stare.
"Seokjin started out as my in-house agent," Yoongi says as his eyelids flutter open. "But then he got bored of dealing with fussy models and slowly transitioned to becoming my assistant. Sorry, my goon."
A hint of a smile tugs at Hoseok's lips before he can stop himself. He has a sip of the miso soup, and the rich, savory broth instantly warms him, sending a chill along his spine as he adjusts to the sudden change in temperature. 
With another salty sip, a small square of tofu glides between his lips and practically melts on his tongue, and Hoseok understands why Yoongi reacts the way he does to savoring this soup. It really is delicious, and the perfect starter to the meal. 
"I'm not sure he would enjoy me, then," Hoseok jokes, holding the bowl close to his lips. Steam rises from the broth, and he enjoys the way it dances over his skin. "I'm pretty fussy."
Yoongi chuckles, shakes his head, and mutters, "You're not that bad," before having another sip. 
Hoseok sets his half-finished soup aside and reaches for his chopsticks. The inari is calling his name, and he reaches for a piece while Yoongi sets his empty soup bowl down, and he dips it rice-side-down into the soy sauce and wasabi.
Although inari is a simple dish of sticky rice tucked inside a soft, fried pocket of bean curd, there is a semi-sweetness to it that, paired with soy and wasabi, is quite delicious. He does his best to only bite the edge of it, leaning over his bowl to catch stray grains of rice that fall. 
He alternates between nibbles of the inari and slices of sashimi, hardly taking his eyes off the table until the meal is nearly finished. Yoongi fills the glasses of sake, and he stands slightly to reach across the table and set Hoseok's close to him. 
With Yoongi hovering over the table, looming over Hoseok, the breath catches in Hoseok's throat. He watches as Yoongi smiles slightly and licks his lips, then settles back in his seat.
"How many models are you regularly kissing and flirting with?" Hoseok asks, reaching for his sake.
Yoongi shakes his head, and mutters, "Hoseok—"
"I'm serious," Hoseok interrupts, sitting tall in his seat. "Whatever it is you're doing with me, I don't want it if this is something you're doing with someone else, too. The rides home and gentle knee touches…all of it. I'm serious."
"I'm not taking anyone else on dinner dates or squeezing anyone else's knee," Yoongi insists. "The only other model I am spending time with is Sunmi, but I am not eager to piss off her partner."
"But if she were single—" Hoseok attempts. 
Yoongi shuts him down, "No, Hoseok." He snickers and reaches for his cup of sake. "Not even if she were single."
Hoseok raises his eyebrow. "You aren't fucking Seori?"
At this, Yoongi chuckles. "Did Namjoon tell on me?" When Hoseok says nothing, he continues, "Seori and I had a fling once."
"When?"
"Months ago."
Hoseok tongues the inside of his mouth. "How many months ago?"
Yoongi lifts his sake and shoots it back, then reaches for the carafe to give himself a refill. "Hoseok, you and I shared one kiss. That hardly gives you grounds to interrogate me."
With a heavy sigh, Hoseok extends his right foot, reaching until he feels the toe of his loafer make gentle contact with the side of Yoongi's leg. Yoongi looks down, then up, and raises an eyebrow.
"You intend to share more than just one kiss with me," Hoseok challenges, scooting forward and rubbing his toe higher. "Don't you?"
Yoongi swallows visibly. "This is hardly appropriate behavior to conduct with your boss, Hoseok."
"You started it," Hoseok says plainly, dancing the edge of his shoe against Yoongi's knee. "Call Seokjin. Ask him to represent me."
Yoongi dances his tongue between his teeth as he watches Hoseok. Then he rolls his eyes, reaches one hand below the table, and grazes his fingertips over the joint of Hoseok's ankle. Despite it being a light, innocuous touch, Hoseok's exhale comes out a bit shaky, and he sets down his neglected cup of sake. 
"What is it that you want, exactly?" Yoongi asks. 
He scoots forward, causing Hoseok's shoe to graze his inner thigh. And despite how unaffected Yoongi seems by the movement, Hoseok's heart pounds at the thought. 
"I don't know," Hoseok lies, taking a deep breath and stretching his leg forward. 
Hoseok can feel the moment the toe of his shoe very lightly grazes Yoongi's crotch. Yoongi's lips gently part, and Hoseok knows he must look ridiculous with his mouth hanging halfway open, but it is the only way he can hope to breathe; the air feels far thicker than it had moments ago. 
"You don't know?" Yoongi challenges, scooting forward again. 
The bottom of Hoseok's loafer presses firmly against Yoongi's crotch, and at the same time, both men gasp. Yoongi's eyelids flutter ever so slightly while Hoseok's mouth and eyes widen. 
Yoongi tips his head to the side and asks, "Then what are you doing?"
"Fucking with you," Hoseok mutters before he can stop himself. "Wanted to see how far I could push you."
"Ah," Yoongi responds, resting a hand against Hoseok's shoe while the other pushes the hem of his pants upward to gently grab his ankle, skin against skin. "Well, you have yet to reach your limit."
A server approaches, and Hoseok instinctively attempts to yank his leg away, but Yoongi holds his foot in place with one hand while tugging the napkin from where it is tucked into his shirt and draping it over Hoseok's shoe. 
"Is there anything more I can bring you tonight?" the server asks, glancing between Yoongi, Hoseok, and what is left of their meal. 
"One more bottle should be good," Yoongi says, leaning forward and pressing himself against the sole of Hoseok's shoe while grabbing the sake carafe to give it a shake. 
There seems to be liquid inside, and Yoongi reaches with his other hand, silently asking Hoseok for his cup. 
"One more bottle coming right up," the server says as they turn to walk away. 
Hoseok watches Yoongi, feeling trapped in place and dumbfounded, foot lodged between Yoongi's thighs. 
"Cup?" Yoongi asks, making Hoseok heavy-blink and reach for his sake.
Hoseok slams back the drink, sighing through the sudden onslaught of very tasty liquid. He holds his cup out toward Yoongi, cradling it delicately in the fingers of both hands while Yoongi fills it with more clear sake.
He fills his own cup next, sets down the carafe, and lifts the cup. "To finding you an agent," he says with a grin.
Hoseok lifts his cup and nods, then shoots the liquid back. He reaches for the carafe, but Yoongi tuts his tongue against the roof of his mouth, insisting on being the one to handle it. 
By the time the server returns, the sake is gone, and a new carafe is set between them. Yoongi does not seem to notice the fact that Hoseok's shoe is still in place between his legs, and Hoseok makes no move to drop it. 
"Ah, right," Yoongi says after pouring them another glass. "I forgot that I have business to attend to."
Hoseok watches as Yoongi pulls out his phone, tipping his head to the side curiously. 
Yoongi thumbs around, then holds the phone to his ear, eyes on Hoseok as he smiles and says, "Seokjin…might I ask you for a favor?"
* * *
The second round of sake renders the two of them unable to swing by Dior and peruse their winter line. Or, perhaps the game of footsie distracted them from their goal. Likely, it is a combination of both. 
Hoseok opts not to get dropped off at home first, which is a mistake. Jeongguk is already at their favorite dive bar, and he watches as Hoseok gets out of Yoongi's vehicle, undoubtedly clocking the way he stumbles as his legs remember how to walk. 
To make matters worse, Yoongi must notice Hoseok wave to Jeongguk, who sits directly behind where Hoseok stands, on a rickety metal chair on the bar patio, smoking a cigarette while wearing a skin-tight black shirt tucked into baggy black pants. 
"You know him?" Yoongi asks, turning back to Hoseok, who pats his pockets down to make sure he has everything, standing beside the open passenger door. Yoongi wears the mask over his mouth, but his eyes are visible.
"I do," Hoseok says. "Why? Do you?"
Yoongi studies Hoseok briefly, then says, "He looks like someone I've photographed before."
"Interesting!" Hoseok chirps, drawing out the syllables.
"Something tells me you already know about this," Yoongi grumbles somewhat defensively. 
Hoseok grins, sarcastically asking, "No…why would you think that?"
"Drink water," Yoongi says with a hint of concern that breaks through the annoyance in his eyes, clearly eager to change the topic and leave. "And text me if you need a ride home."
Hoseok sighs and waves Yoongi off, muttering, "I can take care of myself," then he closes the door and stumbles onto the sidewalk, giggling as he nearly trips over his own feet. 
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jeongguk grumbles as Hoseok approaches.
Hoseok is definitely more than tipsy, but he blames his giddiness for his inability to function properly. Seokjin had agreed over the phone to represent Hoseok, meaning once they sign a new contract, Hoseok will feel more confident to pursue his pretty boss. 
He also felt Yoongi become rock-hard under his shoe, but that is a detail he does his best to block out for the time being. That one he will unpack later, once he is home alone. 
"Business dinner," Hoseok responds, doing his best to act sober. He plops himself down in a chair across from Jeongguk and sighs dramatically, wishing he had a glass of water.
"Business dinner?" Jeongguk parrots incredulously. "Dressed like that? Stumbling around drunk? Be serious. I thought you were in crisis mode?"
"I am in peak crisis mode," Hoseok insists. "And anyway, Namjoon dressed me like this. Doesn't he have good taste."
"Namjoon," Jeongguk says in a dreamy tone, lips tugging into a smile. "Should have let him rail me, instead. He was way nicer."
"I bet you still could," Hoseok mutters, fighting the urge to take out his phone and text Namjoon to ask if he would be interested.
Jeongguk looks out into the distance, doe eyes bright and shining. Then he shrugs, and says, "Maybe some other time," and sits back, taking a drag of his diminishing cigarette. "So, what did you want to discuss?"
"Well, Ggukie, I was wondering if you would be open to telling me about what happened between you and my boss."
Jeongguk takes a sharp inhale of nicotine and holds it in. Then he shakes his head and blows a plume of smoke out toward the street. "Nah. Too sober."
Hoseok rolls his eyes and stands up quickly, holding his hand out to Jeongguk while saying, "Let's fix that."
* * *
Two bars and several rounds of shots later, Jeongguk and Hoseok are sitting on the couch in the back of some dingy neighborhood haunt that only people in their mid-twenties seem to patronize. Hoseok has his legs up on a low, wooden table on which neglected pint glasses of water sit creating rings of condensation around their bases, and Jeongguk has his legs draped over Hoseok's lap.
"It was just little shit at first, you know?" Jeongguk mutters, eyes half-squinted in part because there are several bright neon beer signs just to the right of Hoseok's head giving off a greenish-blueish glow. 
Hoseok nods.
"Little touches here and there, using pet names and favoritism, asking me to come to his office, inviting me to his studio. He took it slow at first, as if to suss out whether I was interested. But of course I was interested. I mean, you've fucking seen him."
Hoseok nods a little more emphatically; he absolutely has seen him.
"But then he got really assertive, pressing against me in his office, muttering shit like," Jeongguk's voice drops to a low, mocking octave, "we shouldn't be doing this, and, you drive me crazy, and, I can't keep my hands off you."
Hoseok remembers Yoongi cornering him in the makeup room. But you understand why we can’t do that, yes?
"Then one thing led to another, and he had me draped over the couch of his studio with his tongue in my ass."
"Oh my god," Hoseok mutters, in part because he was not expecting this conversation to veer into this territory so abruptly and in part because he has sat on that couch several times!
Jeongguk says nothing more, only stares ahead as if whatever he is searching for is lightyears away. 
"So…" Hoseok attempts, "then what?"
With a loud sigh, Jeongguk says, "Then we started fucking. Often. At his place, in his office, in the restroom at a fancy sushi spot."
"Oh my god," Hoseok mutters once more, eyes widening while staring out at the busy bar but not looking at anything in particular. "He took me to a fancy sushi spot."
"I've never had someone so eager to make me cum, like…god, the shit that man does. I pretty much stayed prepped and ready to bottom at all times."
"He was always in control?" Hoseok asks.
"Always. And it was amazing until it wasn't. Some girl named Seori was hired and he dropped me like a sweet potato."
Hoseok frowns, turning his gaze to Jeongguk. "Awe, Ggukie. Not a sweet potato."
Jeongguk nods slowly, nibbling on the inside of his mouth. "I know I shouldn't have taken it personally, but it was…it was a lot. He always said he wasn't into relationships but it was hard not wanting more from someone who made me feel so good."
Hoseok heavy-blinks, gazing around the bar, at people standing and sitting, talking and shouting about this or that. He idly traces his fingertips over the hems of Jeongguk's baggy jeans, trying to sort out what he should do. 
On the one hand, he really wants to try to make Yoongi hand over control and grovel for him. But he also feels sad for his friend.
Jeongguk seems to have gotten lost in his mind again, and Hoseok is no better. He still has so many questions, but it is hard to pull any one of them coherently to the surface. 
Finally, Jeongguk sits up straight, removing his legs from Hoseok's lap while muttering, "I think I'm going to venture out and find a sweet potato vendor."
"Okay," Hoseok says, mind still swirling with all the new information. He is definitely drunk enough to call it a night, but he also considers joining Jeongguk on his quest. "Yeah, okay, I think I would also like a sweet potato."
As Hoseok and Jeongguk venture out into the night, the details of events become foggy. He stumbles down the sidewalk for an indeterminate amount of time, and suddenly he is at a food cart, pulling notes from his wallet in exchange for a piping hot, foil-wrapped sweet potato. 
Next, he is at a small metal table sitting next to Jeongguk, typing a haphazard text message to Namjoon that reads, Eating a sweet potato and thinking of you. Because you are semi-sweet and also thicc. You and Jeongguk would make a cute couple btw!
Then he is shivering, still at the same small table, answering a phone call from Yoongi. He hugs his arms around himself tight while Jeongguk stumbles off into the night, toward his apartment two blocks away – also in the direction Hoseok lives. 
"You sure you don't need a ride?" Yoongi asks, voice deep and caring. 
"I'm like three blocks away," Hoseok insists, getting up to stumble in the direction of his drunk friend. "It would take you longer to come to me than it would take me to walk there."
Yoongi hums. “At least stay on the phone with me while you walk?”
Hoseok grins, ignoring the fluttering of his heart as he mutters, “Geez, obsessed with me, much?”
"Excuse me for caring," Yoongi responds, sounding somewhat affronted.
Hoseok chuckles and walks slowly, watching his feet meet brick, attempting but failing to step on as few cracks as possible. He smiles and says, "I don't know, I'm drunk enough that I might start saying regrettable things."
There is a pause, followed by, "Such as…?"
"Such as that I know you used to fuck my friend," Hoseok giggles, squeezing his eyes closed for a second because he knows he must have pushed Yoongi's buttons. "He told me all about your moves, Yoongi, and how you pretty much used the same formula that you're using with me. Which begs the question…which cute newcomer will take my spot, and how long do I have before I'm dropped like a hot little sweet potato?"
The sigh on the other end of the line is so audible, Hoseok can picture the downturn in Yoongi's eyes and the way his lips slightly frown while he is thinking. 
When he says nothing, Hoseok continues, "See, I warned you," dragging each vowel out dramatically.
"And what would you like me to say, Hoseok? Shall I call Jeongguk and apologize to him?"
"Nah," Hoseok responds, glancing up at brick buildings, pleased that he is still stumbling the correct way. "That would just piss him off."
Ahead, Jeongguk has stopped to lean against a tree and light a cigarette, and Hoseok makes note of the way his flat tummy curves from the way he stands slightly hunched over before his hips are swallowed whole by baggy jeans. He pictures Yoongi's large hands pressing on those hips, and the way Jeongguk must have gasped so sweetly. 
Then, Hoseok shakes his head, attempting to dispel the thought; he needs to get laid.
"But you have some reason for bringing this up?" Yoongi asks. 
With a sigh, Hoseok says, "I just hate to think my days are numbered. It's exciting to have caught your attention, but it seems," he drags the word out playfully, "that your attention is fleeting."
"We can talk about this when we're both sober," Yoongi mutters lowly.
Not wanting Jeongguk to overhear Hoseok talking to Yoongi, he stops in his tracks. Sadness sweeps over him, and his body undulates like overcooked pasta ever so slightly in place. Although the sweet potato has bought him a little time before blacking out, he is still quite drunk.
"Are we doing anything productive tomorrow?" Hoseok whines. "These last few days of random shoots have felt pointless, and…I might throw up."
"You might throw up tonight from being drunk, or tomorrow from being bored?" Yoongi clarifies. 
"Honestly…" Hoseok screws up his face, thinking it over. "Both."
Yoongi chuckles. "I can't believe my top model is calling in sick because he was out drinking all night."
Hoseok is quick to push the blame. "You got me drunk first!"
Yoongi laughs, and it is a pretty, rich deep melody that causes Hoseok to sway. Then he says, "Seok…you know tomorrow is Saturday, right?"
Relief washes over Hoseok, and he nearly stumbles to his knees. "Oh, thank god."
"I would like to see you briefly, tomorrow, though," Yoongi adds. "If you are available. Seokjin would like to iron out a contract and have everything set in stone as quickly as possible so that he can move forward with your next round of Dior shoots. We can meet up in the evening, if you prefer?"
Ahead, Jeongguk has continued to walk home, so Hoseok continues, as well. 
"Were these random ass shoots just your excuse to keep seeing me?" Hoseok asks coyly. 
"Hoseok," Yoongi drawls, making Hoseok inhale deeply as a tingle works over his body from the sound. He hums in response, and Yoongi continues, "Please stay on topic. Will you be available to sign the contract tomorrow?"
Hoseok grins. "Only if you can admit that you kept me around this week just to see me."
"I would rather talk about my feelings for you once we are sober and you have that contract with Seokjin signed."
"Your feelings for me," Hoseok mutters, mostly to himself. 
There is a pause, followed by Yoongi asking, "Are you home yet?"
Hoseok stares at the silhouettes of trees and square buildings ahead, the darkness broken by glowing street lamps. "One more block,"
"I could have picked you up by now."
Hoseok sighs. "You totally could not have. And anyway, I wanted to walk."
"Were you dishonest about how far the walk is? Or are you having a more leisurely stroll than usual?"
"Jeongguk stopped ahead and I didn't want to catch up to him while on the phone with you."
Yoongi sighs. "How long have you known that Jeongguk and I have a past?"
In far too chipper of a tone, Hoseok says, "Since the day I was hired."
Yoongi says nothing, and Hoseok wishes he could see his expression. At this point, he is too intoxicated to care whether he could be pushing Yoongi away. He still believes that no matter what, he will have a shot at fucking him at least once. 
It is not as if Hoseok has any interest in pursuing anything more with him. 
"Almost there," Hoseok chirps. He has a pep in his step now that his building is in view. It feels like ages since he has taken a nice hot shower, and he desperately wants to wash his face. "Oh, Hey, boss?"
Yoongi hums.
"Do you need this outfit back? Can you, like…deduct it from my paycheck, or something? Namjoon really put his babussy into this fit, and I might want to wear it again."
With a sigh, Yoongi mutters, "It's yours. Keep it."
"Thanks, boss. But how much do you think—"
"I'm not charging you for it, Hoseok. You're correct that it suits you well. Keep it."
Hoseok's cheeks warm, and he grins, raising his shoulders to his ears with glee and dropping them down. He makes his voice as soft as possible as he says, "Thanks, boss. You're too sweet."
Yoongi grunts, making Hoseok quietly laugh to himself. Either he has struck a nerve with Yoongi, the man is very tired, or both. 
"Alright, I'm walking up to the front door of my building. I'm home safe. You don't need to stay on the line any longer."
"Hoseok," Yoongi says, making him stop with his hand lifted to the knob, key dangling between his fingers. "Tomorrow, will you come discuss a new contract with Seokjin and I?"
"Oh," he mutters, sliding his key into the knob and twisting it open. "Yeah. Tomorrow evening is fine."
"Wonderful. I'll bring a lawyer along so that we can get everything finalized quickly."
Hoseok makes his way to the stairwell, slowly taking each step. "And then we'll celebrate?"
A pause, then, "How would you like to celebrate, Hoseok?"
Hoseok hums, making a show of the fact that he is giving this matter very serious thought, despite only one thing running through his head. 
"A kiss," he finally says, biting his lip as he shuffles down the hallway to his door. The closer he gets to his apartment, the heavier his limbs feel. 
"Alright," Yoongi grumbles, making Hoseok grin. "I will kiss you to celebrate."
Hoseok punches his code into the keypad beside his door, and when it clicks open, he lets out a long, happy sigh. Home at last.
"I'm in my apartment now. Gonna strip out of these clothes and take a nice, hot shower."
Yoongi makes no sound, so Hoseok continues. 
"Maybe while I'm in there, I'll think about earlier, at the restaurant, with my foot pressed between your legs."
Yoongi sighs, and Hoseok steps from his shoes, feeling victorious. 
"I felt how hard you got under my toes. You liked it, boss."
"I did," Yoongi admits, voice low. 
"I liked it, too."
"Yeah?" 
Hoseok shrugs out of the blazer and delicately drapes it over the back of his couch, then he balances the phone between his ear and shoulder as he begins to unbuckle his belt. 
"Yeah. The way your lips parted and eyes widened, so faint and so eager to hold your pleasure in. Beautiful."
"I could say the same for you," Yoongi responds, voice breathy. Hoseok wonders if he is touching himself. "I saw how affected you became."
"I want to see you like that when you're not having to hold back," Hoseok practically moans. "I want to make you unravel."
Yoongi hums and Hoseok holds his breath, waiting for whatever delicious thing he may have to offer. 
But then he says, "We should talk about this when we're sober."
With a sigh, Hoseok's body feels worn and heavy; his spirits feel dashed. 
"You're right," he mutters. "Good night, boss."
"See you tomorrow, Hoseok."
Hoseok lowers the phone from his ear, grumbling, "See ya," as he hangs up.
* * *
Despite the joyous occasion, Yoongi behaves rather coldly. 
At first, Hoseok chalks it up to the fact that Seokjin and a lawyer are present to draw a new contract for his modeling representation. The document is straightforward; Seokjin insists on taking almost no money from Hoseok for his services, citing that he makes more than enough being Yoongi's personal goon – a word he says playfully, with a wink. 
They discuss long-term plans that stretch further than Hoseok's employment with M Magazine, should he move on to other publications, and everything feels official and exciting in a way Hoseok hasn't experienced since he graduated from college as a fresh face getting scouted by seedy, desperate photographers and art directors. 
But even as they bow to the lawyer and bid him farewell, there is something sour looming over Yoongi, like a bitter little stormcloud threatening to burst at any moment and become everyone else's problem. Seokjin even nudges him, attempting to crack jokes, but he rarely smiles, and he hardly makes eye contact with Hoseok. 
It feels like whiplash after how playful he was last night, and Hoseok hovers around the sofa, not feeling welcome enough to sit, but not sure whether he should leave. Until finally, Yoongi stretches and yawns, and Hoseok sees that as an opening. 
"Well, you're tired," he says, sliding his hands into the front pockets of his pressed, black fitted slacks. "I'm tired, as well. So I think I'll head out."
"Yah, Hoseokah!" Seokjin barks. "We should celebrate!"
A yawn works its way from Hoseok's chest, and he lifts his hand to cover his mouth. Seokjin flinches away as if he is at risk of catching some kind of virus from a yawn and frowns.
"We could schedule something for next weekend," he suggests. "Or whenever all of us are free."
"All of us are free right now," Seokjin insists. "Yoongichi, you don't have any extravagant dates planned, do you?"
Yoongi shakes his head, but his eyes are glued to his phone. He seems stressed out, and frankly, it annoys Hoseok. It feels rude to build up his excitement to see him this evening, only for him to act completely indifferent to Hoseok's presence.
"Why don't we all go out to celebrate once Seokjin and I have our first round of Dior shoots under our belt?" Hoseok recommends. 
Yoongi nods, eyes never leaving his phone, and Seokjin sighs but agrees. 
"Alright, sounds like a plan."
"Cool," Hoseok says, nodding listlessly, "then I'm going to head out."
Finally, Yoongi lifts his head to look at Hoseok fully. And for a split, brief, teeny tiny moment, Hoseok thinks Yoongi might finally be direct with him. But then his eyes fall back to his phone as he grumbles, "I'm glad the three of us could sort this out."
"Need a ride?" Seokjin asks. 
Hoseok shrugs but happily says, "I would appreciate it."
Seokjin approaches Yoongi and mutters something lowly before giving him a slap on the shoulder, which Yoongi more or less seems to ignore. Then he makes his way to the door, where Hoseok trails along to slide into the pretty black loafers he wore just last night. 
Hoseok does not say goodbye to Yoongi, and when they step into the elevator, he lets out a sigh.
"I hate when he gets preoccupied," Seokjin complains. 
Hoseok chuckles. "It's honestly pretty rude."
Hoseok pulls out his phone and sends Yoongi a message—
Hoseok The way you hardly looked at me tonight is absolutely crazy. I no longer want that celebratory kiss.
—then tucks the device into his pocket. He does not expect a response to come any time soon.
"I love him, and he's a great businessman, but he is kind of an idiot," Seokjin says, making Hoseok laugh. "He has no fucking interpersonal communication skills."
It feels good to laugh, and Hoseok does not hold back. He bends in half, gripping his knees as the cords of his untied black, silk modern hanbok hang past his knees. He has to apologize to someone once the doors slide open and he steps forward, nearly barreling into them.
"Geez, it's not that funny," Seokjin complains despite still laughing.
"Oh, it definitely is," Hoseok insists as they make their way out into the evening. 
* * *
Hoseok does not hear from Yoongi for the rest of the night while he is out with his friends at the club, nor the entirety of Sunday while he is letting Jimin distract him with brunch and shopping. 
And by Monday morning, when there is still no word, Hoseok decides he no longer cares. He has a shoot later in the morning with Yoongi, and he begrudgingly gets out of bed and goes through his routine as if it were a standard early morning, with the plan of stopping by his favorite cafe for a sweet treat and a latte.
The weather is hot but not stifling, and Hoseok wears the same flowing black silk modern hanbok top he wore to Yoongi's place on Saturday, untied over a tight black tank top and mid-length, black wool shorts. And, of course, his favorite new chunky black leather loafers. He tucks his phone, keys, wallet, and lip balm into a small black handbag and sets out for the day with a forced smile. 
And truthfully, the cafe trip does wonders for the residual sour mood Yoongi had put Hoseok in, leaving him in a much more positive headspace. That is until he arrives at the studio. 
The familiar sights and sounds are like a weight on Hoseok's shoulders, but he holds his head high and makes a beeline through the expansive studio space to his sanctuary. The makeup room. 
Upon entering, Hoseok finds Seokjin and Namjoon standing by a metal rack of clothing, sifting through outfits. He sets his coffee down on the long vanity counter by the mirror wall and prances over to see what they have in store for him. 
"Yoongi wants us to start with this," Seokjin says as he pulls out a charcoal grey blazer and matching slacks.
Hoseok wonders if this is the grey wide-legged pant that Yoongi said he thinks Hoseok will look stunning in. He rolls his eyes at the memory, then smiles widely as he chirps, "Looks great, Jinnie-hyung!"
It takes no time at all for Namjoon to have Hoseok dressed in the grey suit with his hair slicked back and his face made up. By now, they have the process down to a science; Hoseok hardly has a chance to get comfortable in the makeup chair. 
They opt not to pair the outfit with jewelry, but Hoseok wears black and white sneakers that he is not a fan of for this type of outfit. This look is currently all the rage with these high-end brands, and does not understand why.
"I'll let Yoongichi know we're ready for him," Seokjin says as he leaves the room, and Hoseok gives a thumbs-up.
"Wow, so Seokjin-hyung is your agent?" Namjoon asks. 
Hoseok swivels around in his tall, black chair and smiles widely. "Yeah! I'm excited. He seems very knowledgeable and dedicated, and he doesn't want to take all my earnings."
"Of course, he doesn't," Namjoon chuckles. "The co-founder of M Magazine undoubtedly makes a pretty penny."
"Co-founder?" Hoseok asks, shocked. "Yoongi only mentioned he was previously an agent and then shifted gears to work as his assistant goon."
Namjoon shrugs. "Seokjin-hyung has always done a little of everything, with the exception of photography. He has an eye for beauty and design, but prefers the more tedious duties that come with being an assistant. I think he likes being useful. And he tends to feign modesty, which is why nobody refers to him as the co-founder."
That checks out, and Hoseok nods. "Well, I am glad I have a use for him. Gotta get to stardom somehow!"
"Trust me," Namjoon says, leaning close. "You will."
Hoseok visibly swoons, causing Namjoon to lean away with regret painted on his face. "You're the sweetest, Joon Baboon!"
A deep, impassive voice cuts through the joy, with one simple word.
"Ready?"
Hoseok turns to find Yoongi standing in the doorway dressed in a white blazer unbuttoned over a white dress shirt, with matching white shorts, tall black socks, and black loafers. His hair is slicked back, combed behind his ears, there is a pair of black glasses tucked into the neck of his shirt, and he wears a scowl on his pretty face. His trusty camera is in his hand, strap wrapped around his wrist, and his eyebrows are raised high with impatience. 
"Sure thing," Hoseok says flatly, mood instantly killed. 
He slides from his chair and follows Yoongi out, into the studio, to the corner where he prefers to shoot, near the bottom of the steps that lead up to his office.
There is nothing for Hoseok to pose on or near, so he just stands against the dark backdrop, angling his body and elongating his neck and limbs. Yoongi shoots quickly, stepping back and moving forward, eye glued to the viewfinder. 
When he finally does glance over the camera, it is to say, "Give me a little movement, like a twirl but with one foot kicking outward."
Hoseok does some twirls and kicks, accentuating the loose cut of the slacks and doing his best to embody fluidity. He feels as if these shots will be magnificent, and he waits for Yoongi to crack a smile and tell him he is doing well. 
But instead, Yoongi drops his hands to his sides and says, "That's good," then he lifts his camera high enough to begin sifting through the photos. 
On the breast of Yoongi's jacket is a pretty white flower that stands out in the bright glow of the box lights, and Hoseok curses himself for wanting to rub his palms across it, heavy-blinking to avert his eyes.
"New outfit?" Hoseok asks. 
Yoongi shrugs. "If you have time for more, sure."
"If I have time?" Hoseok bites back. "I've barely been here for an hour."
Yoongi continues to flip through photos, making Hoseok wonder if he heard him at all. Then he says, "Yeah, whatever your agent wants," and walks off. 
"What the fuck," Hoseok mutters under his breath as he turns and stomps back toward the makeup room. This behavior has him wishing he would have stepped on Yoongi's balls a little harder at the sushi restaurant. 
Seokjin already has outfits laid out when Hoseok returns, and he is changed into more casual wear, sporting an array of hoodies, cardigans, and handbags. Yoongi is just as standoffish, giving Hoseok almost nothing to work with, but he continues to change shirts and pose, doing his best. 
And then, suddenly, Yoongi's phone rings loud and shrill, making everyone but himself flinch. He sighs and stops what he is doing, muttering, "One moment, sorry."
Yoongi's phone is typically always on vibrate while at work, and he absolutely never drops everything to answer the call. How uncouth, Hoseok thinks, standing under the warm lights with his hands on his hips while Yoongi walks several paces away, talking lowly into his phone.
As soon as he returns, Yoongi mutters, "Something has come up, but it seems like we shot everything we need. Thanks for everything. Great job today." He only spares Hoseok a quick glance, and then he turns to walk up the stairs to his office. 
Hoseok sighs, nods to himself, and begins back toward the makeup room. From the corner of his eye, he watches as Seori rushes in through the front doors of the building, dressed in a light pink hoodie and sweatpants and looking frazzled. She makes a beeline for the steps and runs to the top, where she quickly knocks but does not bother to wait before walking into Yoongi's office and closing the door behind her. 
The feeling that swirls in Hoseok's tummy is envy mixed with something else – something even more bitter. Something numbing. He can't quite put his thumb on it, but he chooses not to dwell on it. 
Until he enters the makeup room with a heavy sigh, and – upon realizing only Namjoon is present – begins to crumble emotionally. Despite feeling the desire to cry, tears only prickle gently around the edges of his lids but never fully gather. More than anything, he just feels defeated.
"I didn't follow your advice, okay," he admits, taking Namjoon somewhat by surprise as he throws himself on the makeup chair. "I should go home. I need to clear my head. I feel so—"
"What happened?" Namjoon asks kindly, approaching with his arms loosely crossed over his chest. 
"You warned me about that man, and I listened! I really did! But my heart and my body did not, and now I feel like I am a marionette hanging from strings eager for a master. But rather than tug on my strings and make me dance, he just fucking leaves me hanging."
"That's…a beautifully pathetic analogy," Namjoon mutters, dimples on display. 
Hoseok attempts to swat at the handsome man, but Namjoon simply leans slightly back, avoiding his fingertips. 
"I don't even care about being in a relationship with him," Hoseok mutters somewhat under his breath. "Like, I'm foolish, but I'm not that stupid. I just…ugh! He…ugh!"
Namjoon chuckles and shakes his head. It is not the laugh of a man who wants Hoseok to feel foolish, but one of a man who has likely had this conversation this time and time again.
"He charms in his own way," Namjoon says. "And then he puts up a wall when he thinks he is getting close to someone. It's like he's terrified of just allowing himself to open up to people."
"Why?" Hoseok sighs.
Namjoon shrugs. "No idea. There's no shocking character reveal or tragic backstory, you know? Yeah, his parents are wealthy and they don't hover, but they are kind and supportive. His relationship with his brother is casual and positive. Aside from his playboy tendencies, he is a great person to work with, and a great person to work for. No gambling problems, no drinking problems, no sordid past. He just…doesn't like to commit to anyone."
Another sigh pours from Hoseok's mouth, this one drawn out with a groan. He drops his head back dramatically, feeling extra annoyed – exorbitantly annoyed. 
Hoseok finds nothing inherently wrong with having commitment issues or with preferring to sleep around without strings attached. He and his friend group have always been pretty loose with hooking up, and it has never caused drama because they all know where they stand with one another. 
But it is frustrating that the result is a lack of empathy and poor communication. Hoseok is fine with being someone's piece of ass on the down low, but he needs to know where he stands. And it annoys Hoseok that, rather than finding a reason to hate Yoongi and make the idea of backing away from him feel easier, he really sympathizes with the guy. 
Hoseok laughs to himself, despite feeling little joy. "If he wanted to just fuck around, I wouldn't even object. And I have been rather forward with suggesting I am open to it, but he just clams up and doesn't say anything."
"Mmhmm," Namjoon grumbles in a tone that suggests he knows this all too well.
"Whatever," Hoseok sighs. "We did well today, and although he was the opposite of helpful or encouraging, I feel good about the shoots. So I suppose I could call it a day."
Namjoon nods and seems to glance at the time on his phone. "Seokjin left during the last shoot – said he had some important business to deal with – but he asked me to tell you that you are amazing, and doing great, and that he looks forward to going over the photos with you and Yoongi. He also says to take some time off and he will contact you with a schedule some time this week."
This time, the sigh that Hoseok lets out is one of relief. Relief to have an agent who is receptive and feels positively about the work they are doing. Relief to have some time off to relax, pamper himself, and get some fucking space from Yoongi. 
He changes back into his black tank top, silk hanbok top, shorts, and loafers. With his arms hanging open, he convinces Namjoon to lean in for a semi-awkward hug, and thanks him for all his hard work. Then he opens that door with a fortifying breath and sets out toward the front doors, eager to get home and unwind. 
The studio is quiet, with only one photographer and model on set in the far left corner. Hoseok does not even look their way, eager to reach the sliding glass doors. And he almost does, before he hears a familiar voice call for him.
"Jung Hoseok-ssi."
Hoseok physically recoils from the sound, closing his eyes to take a deep, annoyed breath. He was so close to making it outside – just a couple more feet from freedom. 
With a plastered smile, Hoseok spins, asking, "Yes, boss?" as he searches for the source of the voice. 
Yoongi stands at the top of the stairs, arms straight down at his sides. He asks, "Do you have a moment?" 
Hoseok nods and makes his way through the large studio space, heart betraying him in a frantic dance the closer he gets. He wonders if there will be any visible trace of Seori on Yoongi's skin or any lingering scent of perfume. 
With each footfall up to Yoongi's office, Hoseok feels his body undergo more and more duress. His legs and hands tremble, his palms begin to prickle, his breathing feels labored. Yoongi turns and enters his office as Hoseok gets close, and once he reaches the top, he takes a fortifying inhale. 
"Yes?" Hoseok asks, attempting to come off as impassively as possible.
"Close the door, please," Yoongi says, making his way toward his desk.
Hoseok closes the door and gives himself a second to collect his composure before turning toward Yoongi and approaching. He expects to find Yoongi sitting at his chair, but instead, he is on the corner of his desk, half-sitting with one foot suspended somewhat, and his arms crossed over his chest.
"I owe you an apology," Yoongi says. His hair is all in place, and there is no sign on his clothing or skin that might suggest anything transpired with Seori. 
Still, Hoseok scoffs, nods, and says, "Yeah, you do." 
"I understand that sometimes my behavior can be a bit…" Yoongi takes a moment to choose his words, and Hoseok opts to fill in the blank for him. 
"Confusing. Frustrating. Demeaning."
"Distant," Yoongi provides.
"Distant," Hoseok parrots with a humorless chuckle. "Sure, yeah, that's certainly one way to put it."
There is sincerity in his rich tone as Yoongi drops his arms to his sides and says, "I'm sorry." 
"You could have at least sent a reassuring text message. Or even an apology. Any kind of communication at all."
"My distracted state the other night was nothing personal, but I should have given you a heads up that I had a lot on my plate."
"The other night, all weekend, all day," Hoseok corrects, allowing himself to feel the full range of his anger. "Not one word. You gave me nothing."
Yoongi sighs and slowly stands, remaining leaned against his desk. 
"And, look, I don't feel like you owe me an explanation," Hoseok says, eager to make his desires clear. "But a simple heads up would be nice. I know that you and I are not an item, and I don't care that we aren't – that's not my goal with you. But don't let me play footsie with your cock under the table and tease me with promises of a kiss, but then give me the cold shoulder."
Something in Yoongi's gaze shifts – darkens. His lips part, and his stance relaxes. 
"So what is it that you want?" Yoongi asks.
"Truthfully?" Hoseok says, and Yoongi nods. "More than anything, I want a healthy work relationship. I want to excel in my field and become a supermodel, and I know that you and your team have the means to do that for me."
Yoongi nods, cracking a smile, filling Hoseok with pride and encouraging him to continue voicing his desires. "I also want to lay you out on your big, expensive desk, and fuck your brains out."
Yoongi's lips part wide in a gasp. It is subtle the way blush rises to his pretty cheeks, but even in the dim light of his office, Hoseok can make out a shift in hue.
"I'm not interested in having strings attached," Yoongi says with the lift of an eyebrow as if in warning. 
"No shit," Hoseok scoffs, holding firm, challenging eye contact. 
They stare at each other unmoving for only a few seconds, but those seconds drag on, thickening the air with rich, palpable tension. Hoseok slowly breathes in through his nose, allowing himself to dwell on the familiar musky and floral notes that cling to the air and drive him wild. 
"Come here," Yoongi commands softly, nearly a whisper. 
As if tugged by some invisible force, Hoseok stumbles forward automatically. Yoongi's thighs spread, allowing Hoseok to get nice and close, standing taller than usual with Yoongi's hips bending slightly. 
Hoseok sets his handbag down on the desk and looms, drinking in the heat exchanged between them. Whereas Yoongi had the upper hand last time – pulling Hoseok near, slotting their lips together, and pressing him into the wall – this time, Hoseok intends on giving him zero control. 
"Tell me what you want from me," Hoseok says, placing his hands on the edges of the desk and leaning close enough to smell the sweetness of Yoongi's breath. 
Yoongi's eyes fall to Hoseok's lips, and he very subtly smiles, saying, "I still owe you a kiss."
"You want to kiss me?"
Yoongi's lips twitch faintly. "Yes."
"Is that all?" Hoseok asks, tilting his head to the side as if giving into the command but keeping the miniscule distance between them. 
"I want you, Hoseok." Yoongi's rich timbre is as deep and alluring as the ocean, and undoubtedly posing just as big of a threat. "Physically…in any way you will allow me to have you…I want you."
"If I let you have me," Hoseok says softly, annunciating every syllable with purpose, "I need at least a little communication. No fucking around with my feelings. Even without strings attached, I still have feelings, Yoongi."
Hoseok drops honorifics, wondering if Yoongi will care, and Yoongi just nods, eyes pleading. He seems genuine, but he has also seemed genuine in the past. 
Still, Hoseok cannot hold back any longer. He rolls his hips forward, connecting their bodies before he connects their lips, breathing in the slight gasp that tumbles from Yoongi's mouth into his the moment their lips touch. 
Yoongi sighs into the kiss, but Hoseok has no intention of going easy on him. He rolls his hips again, forcing Yoongi's thighs to spread further as he licks over his pretty lips and darts his tongue inside the small opening. 
It comes as somewhat of a surprise the way Yoongi seems to melt and become pliant, hands still gripping the desk and giving Hoseok access to do as he pleases, moaning softly but unabashedly. Hoseok lifts a hand and cards it roughly into Yoongi's product-slickened hair, taking no care to prevent the strands from tugging before grabbing a handful. 
With a gasp and a whimper, Yoongi's mouth falls further open, and Hoseok licks inside, darting his tongue around to taste and tease. He hums whenever their lips enclose one another, only for Yoongi to moan each time Hoseok forces him to open wide again.
Finally, Yoongi lifts his hands and grips Hoseok's hips, digging his fingertips and pulling him close. Hoseok rolls his hips again, picking up a slow but firm rhythm, connecting their clothed cocks somewhat haphazardly but with a promise to Yoongi of what could be his. 
"Hoseok," Yoongi gasps against his lips, causing them to tug into a smile.
"Yes, pretty Yoongi?"
"Please," he rasps, fingertips digging with more purpose, pulling Hoseok's hips close. 
"Please, what?"
With a needy sigh, Yoongi tips his head back as if gasping for air. His lips are kiss-slick, and Hoseok sucks the bottom one between his teeth, only releasing when Yoongi whimpers a high, broken sound. 
"What is it, Yoongi?" Hoseok asks firmly, rubbing the tips of their noses together. 
Yoongi heavy-blinks as if struggling to gather his thoughts. He lets out a breathy chuckle, and Hoseok wonders if it is some kind of nervous tick. 
"I don't know," he mutters, eyes searching Hoseok's face. "I want more, but I'm not sure how we should proceed."
There is a shred of vulnerability in Yoongi's expression, laced in Yoongi's voice, that Hoseok so desperately wants to exploit. 
He nibbles on his own bottom lip, backing up only enough to fully take in Yoongis's face. He wonders if it would be more exquisite to use his mouth to make Yoongi fall apart or have the other on his knees for him. 
"I have an idea," Hoseok offers, cocking his head to the side before lowering to a nearby brown leather armchair.
Yoongi watches as Hoseok settles and scoots the heavy chair closer, leaning forward to press his palms against Yoongi's hips through the semi-soft, white wool of his trouser shorts. Yoongi's lidded gaze darkens, and he reaches slowly to graze the backs of his knuckles along Hoseok's cheek before pressing his thumb against Hoseok's bottom lip and dragging it down. 
"Hoseok," Yoongi groans, taking a step forward to properly tower over him. "You have no idea how many times I have dreamed of having you like this."
Hoseok grins, nibbles on the tip of Yoongi's thumb, and opens his mouth to fully suck the digit between his lips when there is a loud knock on the door, followed by the handle rattling. 
Panic rises, and Hoseok sits tall in the leather chair before instinctively slumping back. He is able to use his feet to push it back a little, putting space between himself and the desk.
Yoongi is quick to take a step back, cross one leg over the other, and fold his arms over his chest. He leans against his desk a stoic statue of a man, with his erection hidden nicely by the way he stands. Although there are subtle signs of Yoongi's lips having just been used, and his hair is somewhat out of place on one side, his expression is flat and gives absolutely nothing away.
In hindsight, Hoseok probably should have locked the door. 
"Yoongi-ah," a breathy female voice calls, "I know you said our conversation was over, but I'm here to— oh."
Hoseok turns to find Seori standing with her arm outstretched, holding the office door wide open. She wears a red satin robe that falls just above her knees, and her nipples stand out beneath the thin fabric. 
"Oh!" she says again, eyes darting between Yoongi and Hoseok. "I'm so— I'm sorry. I had no idea you were busy."
"What do you want?" Yoongi asks, running a hand over the hair that had come untucked behind his ear, flattening it somewhat. 
Hoseok focuses his attention on his boss, impressed by how measured and blank Yoongi can become in an instant. Absolutely nothing gives away the heated exchange they shared only moments earlier, nor any hint of interest in the model. 
"Can I, uh…talk to you?" Seori asks. 
Yoongi gives a curt nod and steps away from the desk, arms falling limply at his sides. And despite the hushed way in which Seori speaks on the other end of the room, the sound travels just enough for Hoseok to detect. 
"Please, I just want—"
"I told you, we're finished. Please accept that."
"But Yoongi, I—"
Yoongi speaks low and soft, but loud enough that Hoseok questions whether he wants to be overheard. "Please don't ruin your career over a brief tryst. You are a fine model, and I would hate to lose you because you cannot take no for an answer."
Whatever the woman says next is too pitchy and distraught for Hoseok to make out. He feels awkward eavesdropping now, cursing himself once more for not locking the door. Yoongi's voice drops to an octave that is undetectable at this distance, and soon the office door is clicking shut. 
An exasperated sigh pulls Hoseok's attention, and he turns to find Yoongi standing with his face tipped to the ceiling, taking a deep breath. Really, Yoongi has no one to blame but himself for this mess, yet Hoseok finds he feels for the man. 
"Wanna get out of here?" he offers. 
Yoongi snaps his gaze to Hoseok, instantly relaxing. Hoseok stands from the chair and fully faces Yoongi, but does not approach, watching as the man studies his face, seeming to weigh his options. 
Then he nods and says, "Yeah. Let's go."
Hoseok smooths his hands down his shorts and gathers his handbag while Yoongi quickly crosses the room and shuts off his monitor. He does not touch Hoseok as they leave, and Hoseok gives him space to lock up and walk down the steps toward the exit. 
Across the room, Seori is on the phone, and she seems distressed. Hoseok glances at Yoongi, watching whether or not the man seems concerned, unsurprised when he does not. As they approach the door, within earshot of the model, Yoongi turns to Hoseok, expression as flat as can be, and begins to talk shop.
"So, as I said," he mutters just loud enough to be overheard, "once we have the greenlight from Dior, Seokjin and I will sit down with you to discuss what the next steps are. There is talk of another brand scouting you, but I think Seokjin should be the one to deliver the good news."
By the time Yoongi finishes his sentence, they are outside. The air is far cooler now that the sun is beginning to set, and Hoseok's shoulders rise instinctively as he shivers through an exhale. He wonders if what Yoongi just said about another brand scouting him is really true, or just something he made up on the fly.
Yoongi walks to the left, where his vehicle is parked on the curb, and Hoseok follows suit, slipping into the passenger seat as soon as the door is unlocked and making haste to buckle his seatbelt. No words are exchanged as Yoongi presses the ignition start button and drives off, and Hoseok sits back in the cool leather seat, accepting his fate. 
Despite his attempts at fortifying his heart, Hoseok acknowledges that a small part of him does wonder what it would be like to be the only object of Yoongi's affection. Beyond his money and status in the industry, he imagines what it would be like to receive consistent, uninhibited attention from a man like Yoongi. 
The ride remains silent until Yoongi pulls up to the curb outside his apartment, puts the car into park, and sits back with a heavy exhale. 
"Seok," he grumbles, pulling Hoseok's attention. He likes that the nickname has returned, and he does his best to ignore the way goosebumps break out over his skin. "Out of an abundance of transparency, I just want to state that I am not currently, uh, seeing anyone else."
Hoseok has no idea what to say, so instead he stares. Despite Yoongi's innate ability to keep his expressions measured and cool, there are small tells that give away his nervousness, like the way he slightly darts his tongue across his bottom lip, and how his eyes seem to focus in and out while he thinks. 
"Seori may seem like a current and constant nuisance, but she and I only hooked up once, months ago. I don't want to reduce her worth by calling it a drunken mistake, but that genuinely is all that the experience was. And, well, I don't want to point any blame, but it seems that your presence in the studio has caused her to ramp up her attempts at repeating what we did." 
Yoongi sighs, screwing up his face as if he is pained as he says, "The other day, when I was on my phone during the contract signing, I was attempting to assuage her anger with me giving you the cover, as well as inside ads."
"You were text-fighting with her all evening?" Hoseok asks with more of an edge to his voice than he intended, because, truth be told, he is a bit angry that Yoongi felt he couldn't just say something. 
"My reputation is somewhat exaggerated. I do not come onto every model I hire, but because I am not one to get caught in a dating scandal, rumors fly in favor of me appearing to be a fuckboy. I do occasionally give in to desire, and I am sure your friend Jeongguk has a story of his own…but it is never my intention to use people up and toss them aside."
"He told me the two of you were hooking up until Seori showed up and you dropped him like a sweet potato."
"So you alluded to, the other night." The edges of Yoongi's lips raise for the splittest of seconds, and then he sighs once more. "That was bad timing, at best. Jeongguk was fun to spend time with, but he was clingy and seemed to want a relationship, which I was not willing to provide."
"Clingy," Hoseok mutters, chuckling at the end of the word. 
"I don't necessarily mean it in a bad way."
Hoseok tongues the inside of his mouth, voice low as he says, "Well, he seems pretty hurt."
"It's not like I dropped Jeongguk abruptly. We spoke about it on several occasions, but I admit, he was a hard one to let go of. We had fun."
With a slow, heavy exhale, Hoseok mutters, "Alright, well…I'm still annoyed with you for ignoring me all night, and all weekend, and... You could have at least clued me in a little."
"I shouldn't be telling you this," Yoongi drops his voice lower, "but Seori was attempting to blackmail me. She thought threats of defamation would put me in her palm, and although I have immaculate legal counsel, the whole thing put me in a sour headspace. You are right that I should have said something to you."
Hoseok hums, taking the information in, unsure what to say. 
"I tell you all of this because I was thinking about the other night, at the sushi restaurant, just before your shoe happened to be tucked tight between my legs. You were asking whether I was kissing and spoiling any other models."
A shiver runs along Hoseok's spine at the memory, and he watches Yoongi's lips as he says, "I'm only spoiling you."
Hoseok wants to believe him. He thinks he really does believe him. But he is still determined to only give so much, and not allow himself to get too swept up in whatever Yoongi is trying to do. 
If Yoongi is so eager to insist they are exclusive, where does the line draw between fucking and dating? It is no wonder Jeongguk seemed to misunderstand their arrangement, and Hoseok worries he will end up in the same position.
"Okay," is all Hoseok says because his heart whooshes so loudly in his ears that it is hard to form a more coherent thought. 
"Seok," Yoongi mutters, formed like a question, "what's on your mind?"
"I want to go upstairs," Hoseok says somewhat robotically, eyes lingering on Yoongi's lips.
He watches as the tip of Yoongi's tongue darts out and wets his bottom lip, and he fights the overwhelming urge to lean forward and suck it between his teeth. 
"Alright," Yoongi says. "Let's go upstairs."
Hoseok forgets he is wearing a seatbelt as he reaches for the handle and attempts to get out of the vehicle, finding himself momentarily trapped and flustered. Once he is finally free, he joins Yoongi on the sidewalk, attempting to be as calm as possible as they make their way through the lobby to the elevator. 
Hoseok remembers Jeongguk saying Yoongi bent him over the couch in his studio, causing his stomach to tie in knots. He is not eager to have a repeated experience that his friend had. 
Thankfully, Yoongi seems to have other plans. He holds his key to the pad in the elevator and hits the number five. Hoseok stares at the round button glowing with a golden ring. 
He wonders how the apartment level differs from the studio level. How does Yoongi furnish his home? What kind of vibe is he into?
As the elevator dings, Hoseok sucks in a breath. He grips onto the straps of his handbag while the doors slide open, and Yoongi walks into the small hallway first, kicking out of his loafers and leaving them near tidy rows of shoes. Hoseok does the same and sets his handbag by his shoes while Yoongi enters the code to the door into the keypad.
For some inexplicable reason, the beeping sounds from the keypad seem louder than usual. Hoseok swallows thickly and licks his lips as Yoongi opens the door, switches on a dim overhead light, and shuffles into his home.
Hoseok is not at all surprised to find that everything is black and grey. The floors, the rugs, the walls, the furniture, are all black, with grey curtains and silver accents that add hints of lightness. 
The entire far wall is a window, allowing a gradient of light to pour in from the setting sun, and hanging from the high ceilings are rectangular light fixtures, from which dim golden light glows, illuminating the space nicely. 
From the marble floors, to the plush rugs and matte-finished woods, the textures are so rich and varied that everything appears to be its own shade of black, especially with the golden glow of the overhead lights. Plush, soft couches make a large u-shape in front of the massive window, and sprawled over black tables and shelves are books, various camera equipment, and file folders.
"Wow, so bright and colorful," Hoseok chides as Yoongi leads him to the right, toward the large open kitchen – the same placement as in the studio downstairs. 
"What can I say, I'm a man of simple tastes," Yoongi drawls over his shoulder. "Water?" he asks, tugging open the door of a massive black refrigerator. "Soju? Whiskey? Beer?"
Yoongi looks over his shoulder, illuminated by the bright white glow of his fridge. He has given Hoseok too many options, and he finds he cannot choose. 
"Water is fine," he mutters when Yoongi impatiently lifts his eyebrows. "Unless you want a little something to take the edge off."
Hoseok feels nervous – why does he feel nervous? His hands fidget in the wide sleeves of his hanbok top, and he finds his gaze wandering around the apartment, unable to stay in one place. Perhaps it is the conversation in the car that has caused the excitement from earlier to shift into nervous energy.
"I don't have an edge to take off," Yoongi responds. "Do you have an edge?" 
This kitchen is not as barren as the one in the studio. Yoongi appears to have every appliance known to man, all neatly in place along countertops and storage shelves. This place actually appears lived in and cared for, and Hoseok finds the enveloping darkness surprisingly calming. 
"No," he lies, realizing he had been stuck in his head. "No edge."
Yoongi chuckles and closes the fridge empty-handed, then he moves to the right, to where cabinets sit tall above a large sink, and he produces two shot glasses and a large glass. As he turns on the sink and switches on a filter that is attached to the faucet, he glances over his shoulder and nods to a nearby cabinet, saying, "You seem to have a slight edge. Pick your poison and we'll do a shot to loosen up."
To the right of the sink, above the countertop, is a cabinet with a glass window showcasing several bottles of whiskey. Hoseok finds a Japanese one with an inviting white and black label and pulls it out while Yoongi shuts off the sink and sets down a tall glass of water. 
"Nice pick," Yoongi says as he reaches for the bottle, uncorks the top, and pours two shots. 
Hoseok inches nice and close – close enough to smell the cologne Yoongi wears – and reaches for one of the shots. They clink the glasses together softly and shoot the liquid back, and although it is rich and smooth, the strength makes Hoseok wince, which in turn makes Yoongi chuckle.  
"It's good," Hoseok insists, feeling somewhat embarrassed despite having no reason to be. "Just strong."
"One more?" Yoongi asks, leaning close. "Or is your edge softened?"
"One more," Hoseok responds, tipping his chin upward in a challenge. "I wanna taste it on your tongue."
Yoongi snickers then pours two more shots, which they quickly drink back, and this time, Hoseok does not react as strongly to the earthy, semi-sweet flavor. This time, he picks up hints of caramel and enjoys the way it settles over him like a warm hug. 
Ordinarily, two shots are hardly enough to make Hoseok feel anything but warm and energized. But he only ate breakfast today, a realization that makes him feel somewhat foolish, all things considered, and the whiskey has a bit of an effect on him.
Hoseok feels light around the edges. Fuzzy tendrils of frenetic energy erupt from him like tiny solar flares ignited by Japanese whiskey and Yoongi's proximity. He places his hands against Yoongi's hips and turns him until his ass is against the counter, then he slides his hands to rest against the countertop, caging Yoongi in like he had in his office. 
"Kiss me," he whispers, elated as Yoongi obeys immediately, leaning close to lick over Hoseok's lips and then part his own.
Hoseok sucks Yoongi's bottom lip into his mouth, smiling as he whimpers. He licks over Yoongi's tongue, tasting remnants of heady caramel and something far sweeter and more personal. As if driven mad by the flavor, leans his body against Yoongi's to rut his hips forward. 
"Bed," Yoongi mutters against Hoseok, to which Hoseok nods without disconnecting their lips. He is not ready to stop tasting Yoongi just yet. He wants to commit the flavor to memory. 
Yoongi's hands find Hoseok's hips and grip tightly, working to both spur him on and calm him down. Hoseok parts the kiss with a heavy sigh and nods once more, resting his forehead against Yoongi's and allowing himself to return to earth. 
Then he reaches for the cold glass of tap water and takes a long, slow gulp, hips still pressed against Yoongi with a slight twist to them. He drinks half of the glass down then holds it for Yoongi to have, and takes a step back to give both of them a little space. 
Yoongi drinks then sets the glass aside, takes Hoseok's hand, and leads him through the apartment, past the large glass wall through which the sun sets into an inviting greyish blue with pink hues. The door straight ahead is open – the same place the door to Yoongi's studio can be found on the floor below – and Yoongi walks in and flips a switch that invites a soft purple glow.
Similar to the rest of the house, everything is shades of black, save for the bedding, curtains, and rugs which are forest green. Two of the walls are made of glass, allowing the light from the setting sun to pour in through sheer dark green curtains, and there is dark furniture throughout, but Hoseok's attention is on the bed – a wide mattress on a low black platform that is lifted inches from the floor, under which a purple light glows. 
"You can change the color if you'd like," Yoongi offers, speaking directly into Hoseok's ear and fanning warm breath against his cheek. 
Hoseok tugs Yoongi's hand toward the bed and says, "I bet purple would look nice against your skin," as they stop and face each other. 
Hoseok begins to yank open Yoongi's white blazer, which absorbs the light into a pretty lilac shade, and Yoongi chuckles and takes over, very delicately removing the item and handing it to Hoseok. 
"Leave it there," he instructs with a nod of his chin, and Hoseok turns to find a small armchair nearby, to the right of the bed, over which a black blazer rests. He drapes the new blazer beside the other and turns back to find Yoongi unbuttoning and untucking his white dress shirt. 
With each inch of skin that Yoongi reveals, Hoseok feels his heart begin to race. He shrugs quickly from his hanbok top, tossing it in a heap onto the armchair, then yanks his tank top over his head and chucks it aside.
When his fingers reach the button of his shorts, Yoongi's large, knobby fingers stop his movements, pulling his hands away. Hoseok looks up from his interrupted task to find Yoongi shirtless and sinking to his knees. 
"Let me do it," he insists.
Hoseok nods and swallows thickly, watching as Yoongi's knees are engulfed by a soft, dark green shag rug. Yoongi rubs his hands up Hoseok's thighs, causing a warmth to simmer in the pit of his tummy, and he breathes deep and slow, doing his best to maintain his composure. 
As Yoongi yanks at Hoseok's shorts, pulling them past his knees, he sits high and wafts his breath against his black briefs, warm then cool on his growing erection. With his gaze directed at Hoseok's eyes, Yoongi nudges his nose and lips against him, taking deep breaths as if savoring his musk, and Hoseok reaches one hand to grip Yoongi's product-slick hair and give his head a rough tug. 
Yoongi whimpers, and the sight of him on his knees, submissive and making such pretty sounds kicks Hoseok's need to tame him into overdrive. Yoongi reaches for Hoseok's waistband, but Hoseok shakes his head and says, "Hands at your sides."
With a gasp, Yoongi's eyes widen – pretty and endless depths of inviting brown. Hoseok tongues the inside of his cheek and grips Yoongi's hair a little rougher. 
"You have to earn it."
"Earn it?" Yoongi responds almost sardonically, and Hoseok yanks at his head just enough to make him whimper and sigh. 
"You heard me. Earn it."
"Please?" Yoongi tries, batting his long, dark lashes like a pretty little doll. 
"Please, what?"
"Please let me taste you."
"Only good boys get to suck my cock, pretty Yoongi," Hoseok responds in a mocking tone. Yoongi's pupils react to his words, and Hoseok snickers. "Are you going to be a good boy for me?"
"Yes, Seok," Yoongi practically moans. "I'll be a good boy for you."
"Not just tonight," Hoseok says, tipping his head to the side and peering down at Yoongi with squinted eyes. "You're going to be good to me for as long as we do whatever it is that we are doing. No more miscommunications. No more half-truths."
"I'll be good for you," Yoongi insists, eyes wide and pleading. 
"You're still my boss, so we will have to navigate that dynamic one day at a time," Hoseok continues, reaching his other hand to drag his thumb along Yoongi's bottom lip the way Yoongi did to him in his office. "As long as we are not at work, we are equals, and you will treat me as such."
"Yes, Seok," Yoongi mutters. 
Hoseok gives his hair a tug and grits, "Louder," through his teeth.
"I'll be good to you, Seok," Yoongi's voice switches from coy desperation to firm insistence, deepening as he says, "Please let me be so good to you."
Hoseok's head spins. He nods and releases Yoongi's hair, then drops his arms to his sides and says, "One thing I like about you is your quick wit and sharp tongue…and I'm sure that is not the extent of what that pretty mouth can do."
Yoongi grins, then lifts his hands to paw over Hoseok's cock and grab for his waistband. Arousal soars through Hoseok – lava in his veins – and he does his best to keep his composure, whimpering softly while he holds firm eye contact with Yoongi.
That is, until he pulls Hoseok's briefs down, and Yoongi's gaze falls to his freed cock. His eyes widen, and he licks his lips as he sits high on his knees and shuffles a little closer. With slow strokes, Yoongi makes Hoseok dizzy, dragging against his foreskin before pushing it down, revealing a flushed head and length. 
With a delicate flick of his bubblegum tongue, Yoongi laps up the precum that drips from Hoseok's tip, sending a shiver down his spine. Yoongi drags his lips over the tip and crown, gaze intently returning to Hoseok, teasing with feather-light touches. 
Hoseok smirks down at the man – eager to knock him off his pedestal a little – and asks, "How many other pretty models have you dropped to your knees so easily for?"
Yoongi's eyes widen, burning with something Hoseok struggles to discern, and a scoff comes from between his lips. He seems incensed but so terribly aroused. Hoseok grins. 
"That's what I thought," Hoseok grumbles bending as he grips Yoongi by the chin and tugs enough to make him sit even higher. He feels powerful and possessive. "This is all for me. Now, open." 
As soon as Yoongi's lips part, Hoseok spits into his mouth. Yoongi's eyes widen further, and he keeps his mouth open as if he is waiting for instruction. His submissive side has Hoseok simmering with desire. 
"You're so perfect, Yoongi," Hoseok praises just above a whisper. "So fucking perfect. Now put those pretty lips to good use."
Yoongi nods once – a shallow, quick movement – then wastes no time taking Hoseok's length deep into his throat. Hoseok feels Yoongi swallow and possibly begin to gag, but he is slow with the way he pulls back and sinks down, sucking with his lips tight around the tip each time, eliciting bursting waves of pleasure. 
"Fuck, Yoongi," Hoseok groans, reaching to grip his hair with his right hand. He cannot believe this is finally happening. "Your mouth feels amazing."
Yoongi hums and moans, increasing his speed but never seeming rushed, and Hoseok's head spins as his arousal builds and builds. It has been far too fucking long since he has had someone so pretty down on their knees, and the sight alone of Yoongi's doll lips wrapped around him while tears pool around his delicate, long eyelashes builds his pleasure too fast. 
"I won't last long," he whimpers. "Feels too good."
As if spurred on to push Hoseok over the edge, Yoongi swallows his cock deeper, holding it lodged in his throat until his face begins to redden and his eyes bulge. The sensation is exquisite, especially as Yoongi pulls back, mouth full of thick saliva, making the slide smooth as silk. 
And again, Yoongi sinks down as deep as he can and holds Hoseok there, gaze trained upward despite the way his eyelashes flicker. Hoseok reaches with his free hand and gives Yoongi's cheek a delicate slap, then lower to cradle Yoongi's throat and feel himself buried deep from the outside. 
"Holy fuck," he babbles, nodding. "Fuck, you drive me crazy, Yoongi. Such a good boy, perfect, perfect."
This time, when Yoongi pulls back, saliva pours from between his lips, and he uses both hands to stroke along Hoseok's length while he bobs his tightened lips just past the head, laving with his tongue. 
Hoseok is overstimulated in a way he has never experienced from a blowjob, and his resolve crumbles in an instant. 
"Gonna cum, fuck," Hoseok warns. "Can I cum in your mouth?"
Yoongi heavy-blinks and attempts to nod, lips and hands still working Hoseok over. Hoseok's entire body feels hot – set alight, threatening to combust. 
"Fuck, fuck," Hoseok whimpers, trembling from pleasure that teeters just on the edge of insanity. 
Yoongi stills his head, holding his mouth open and tongue flat while stroking Hoseok with both hands. The tip of his cock drags along Yoongi's pretty tongue, and with one more measured stroke, Hoseok releases, moaning and gasping, practically folding in half as his cum spurts in long ropes, painting Yoongi white. 
Although the strokes slow, they do not stop. Yoongi's large, soft hands milk him of every last drop until Hoseok is gripping Yoongi's shoulders and he is begging him to have mercy. 
"Fuck, Yoongi," he gasps, lowering to his knees, no longer able to hold himself up.
Yoongi's tongue continues to lay flat, cum and drool dripping down his chin, and Hoseok sits high and spits once more into his mouth before commanding him to, "Swallow."
Hoseok watches intently as Yoongi closes his lips and swallows his cum, then his hands are on him, lazily gripping at his throat and neck. He feels drunk with power and desire – feels ready to allow the blaze inside him to swallow both of them whole. 
"On the bed," Hoseok commands.
Yoongi's face is flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, his once-style hair is fucked up and sticking out on the sides, and his lips are pretty kiss-swollen petals. He breathes slow and deep as he nods, eyelashes fluttering as if he too is coming down from a high. 
Rather than stand, Yoongi turns haphazardly on his knees, gets onto his hands, and crawls. His white trouser shorts hug his plump round ass, swaying with each movement like a beacon of pleasure, and Hoseok crawls behind him, eyes never leaving his prize until they must – until Yoongi climbs up the platform bed and turns, sitting with his feet planted on the floor. 
Hoseok crawls to Yoongi's shins, then sits high on his knees and uses his palms to spread his thighs. He licks his lips and reaches for Yoongi's button and zipper, but Yoongi grips Hoseok by the wrists and yanks. 
"Come here, Seok."
Nodding, still feeling somewhat delirious, Hoseok gets up onto his feet just enough to crash down onto the low bed, caging Yoongi's legs as the man chuckles and crawls backward to the center of the mattress.
"I have an idea," Yoongi promises, rotating to scoot until his shoulders are against the dark headboard. He pats his legs and says, "Come here," while he hastily shoves his shorts and briefs down, and his voice is rougher than usual, no doubt from deepthroating.
For the first time since all of this has started, Hoseok gets a good look at Yoongi. His complexion is soft and supple against the dark bedding, and his body is a gorgeous blend of thin and muscular – similar to Hoseok, yet different. His shoulders are wide, his hands are large, yet he is knobby and slightly lanky, small against the large bed. Breathtaking.
The hair at the base of Yoongi's hard, leaking cock is trimmed low – an inviting patch of black against lilac-tinted skin. Hoseok leans close to kiss along Yoongi's hip and breathes in his musky-sweet scent, but before he can tease, Yoongi has both hands on Hoseok's cheeks and jaw, tugging him upward.
Hoseok lifts and wiggles beside Yoongi, who has slithered down into a lying position. "Kiss me," he groans, still pulling Hoseok by the face, forcing him to crash down against him, licking against his lips. 
As Hoseok settles onto his side, Yoongi drapes a leg around Hoseok's hips and rolls their bodies together. Already, Hoseok's cock is becoming erect, and with each roll of Yoongi's hips, he feels hypnotized. 
"Fuck, Yoongi," Hoseok groans, sinking low against Yoongi's chest to leave marks with his lips and teeth that will be hidden under clothing tomorrow. "You don't know what you do to me."
Yoongi lifts his hand to Hoseok's lips and rasps, "Spit," and Hoseok obeys, gathering saliva under his tongue only to trickle it into his palm. Then Yoongi reaches between them, engulfs both cocks in his warm grip, and thrusts. 
"Oh, shit," Hoseok whimpers in tandem with a deep, needy groan from Yoongi. 
Hoseok spits hastily into his own hand and reaches to engulf them further, then he sets a rhythm with his hips, pushing when Yoongi pulls and pulling when Yoongi pushes. Pleasure grips Hoseok tight, threatening to drag him into the hot, inviting depths of hell, and Hoseok whimpers as he leans into Yoongi, sucking his lips between his teeth. 
The kiss is a sloppy gnash of teeth and tongues with nobody in control. Yoongi seems to be losing his composure quickly, and the more he moans and trembles against Hoseok, the more persistently Hoseok strokes their dicks. 
Their rhythm is hypnotizing – a dance between two bodies so fluid and perfect, Hoseok has a lingering thought that perhaps the two of them were meant for each other. Their connection feels so intense, it scares the shit out of him.
"Seok," Yoongi whimpers, lower lip caught in Hoseok's teeth. "Close. So close. "Gonna—"
"In my mouth," Hoseok insists, releasing his hold on their cocks and haphazardly sliding down the length of Yoongi's body.
He is quick to sink Yoongi deep into his throat, wasting no time sucking as if his life depends on it. Yoongi stays on his side and grips onto Hoseok's hair, hips trusting, never losing their dizzying rhythm. 
Hoseok can feel Yoongi pulsate against his lips and he swallows him deep, moaning and humming around him until Yoongi's hips tremble and he shoots his load straight into Hoseok's throat. Yoongi's voice is pitchy and broken, his body quakes with bliss, and Hoseok breathes through his nose, doing his best to swallow each drop without his gag reflex interfering.
Suddenly exhausted, Hoseok releases Yoongi's spent cock, gasping for air. It is messy the way Yoongi attempts to pull Hoseok's lips back to his, body bent in half while Hoseok stretches and strains until he finally finds the strength to crawl up to him and kiss him properly. 
"Seok," Yoongi gasps against his lips, eyes wide and filling Hoseok's vision. "You're incredible. Nobody…" he pants, "nobody has ever made me feel this way."
Honeyed words taste bitter against Hoseok's tongue as he considers all the different times Yoongi must have used that line before. How many models did he sink his claws into similarly, only to drop without a care in the world? What is worse is that Hoseok almost believes him.
Yoongi holds Hoseok in place against him, lips lazily dragging, eager to kiss despite losing the strength to move. Hoseok's mouth moves on instinct alone, erection long forgotten to the brewing storm inside his head.
"Nap," Yoongi grumbles, body falling limp and relaxed around him. "Then food."
"Okay," Hoseok whispers as he reaches for the soft comforter on which they lay, folding it over them rather than bothering to attempt to crawl beneath it. 
Yoongi smiles, drifting to sleep, and Hoseok leaves soft pecks against the tip of his nose and the apple of his cheek, eager to kiss and kiss and kiss. He wants to commit this moment to memory in the event that this is the last time. 
As Yoongi's body becomes heavy as lead, lost to the firm grasp of sleep, Hoseok waits for him to lightly begin to snore. He waits, laying on his side and tracing each shape of Yoongi's beautiful face, shoulders, and chest with his eyes. 
He waits and he waits until Yoongi rolls onto his back, limbs slipping away from Hoseok's nude body. And then he waits just a beat longer before he slowly, silently slips out from beneath the comforter, collects his clothing, and tiptoes into the living room. 
It is still early in the night, and Hoseok stares out the window at the city below the hill, at the river in the distance, at the cars that drive by. He slips into his clothing, tiptoes to the front door, gathers his handbag and shoes, and, in the elevator, calls for a cab.
Over and over, Yoongi's voice plays in Hoseok's head. Nobody has ever made me feel this way. 
Over and over, his pretty, tearful eyes and soft, kissable lips sear into Hoseok's mind, taking up permanent residence, threatening to drive him mad. Hoseok stares at his reflection in the elevator doors, unsure how he is supposed to feel. 
He got it out of his system. He successfully fucked with the pretty man with the reputation for using people, and he slipped away in the night, giving him a taste of his own medicine. 
But he does not feel satisfied. It is as if vines have snaked their way into his chest cavity and they squeeze, threatening to puncture his lungs with their thorns and steal his air. 
He feels defeated. Deflated. He has accomplished his goal, yet he does not feel victorious. 
Nobody has ever made me feel this way. 
Those pretty words spoken in that raspy voice taunt him over and over, and Hoseok walks out into the chill night feeling emptier than before.  
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also i feel like it is silly to have described Yoongi living in an all black and grey space with my whole entire chest, but this is what i had in mind:
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INITIALLY POSTED ON MY FORMER PAGE: bts-teaspoonff
Genre: Smut with slight plot, Polyamory
Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Hoseok x reader, Yoongi x Hoseok
Rating: 18+
Synopsis: A well-deserved break after weeks of stress from work. Your boyfriend decided to give you a reward. You didn’t know that he was not the only one eager to give you a reward.
Warnings: NSFW, double penetration, double creampie, unprotected s*x (still do safe s*x, kids!), slight degradation, cum eating, oral (F receiving, M receiving), implied!sub Yoongi, implied!dom reader, role!switch Yoongi, role!switch reader, Dom!Hoseok, anal s*x, vaginal s*x, love biting, cheek slapping (but not intense), choking (y/n’s not abused, y'all), A VERY IMPATIENT Y/N
Word Count: 6.5k
A/N: This is actually inspired by their *chuckles* iconic japanese song, Otsukare. The closest translation in English would be “Thanks for your hard work”. Seriously, you guys need to watch their SOPEand OT7 performance of the song! You will laugh your ass off..
It’s been almost a month since you and your team have been burning blood, sweat and tears into this one specific medical case. Working as a medical intern with plentiful senior doctors piling every work on interns is brutal, however you just wade through everything since you did land an internship spot in the most prestigious hospital in the country. You do live in a decent apartment with a nice view you might say, but recently, you’ve been taking refuge in the intern’s lounge for almost a month already. All you want is to caress the soft material of your favorite linen and spend a week on your bed without getting out of it.
Today’s different. You and your fellow interns have cracked the case and have just finished presenting it to a panel of senior doctors. It’s also nice now that the patient in the said case can now breathe a lot easier since there is a higher chance of survival with our proposed medical management. You truly can’t wait to get home.
You also haven’t seen Yoongi, your boyfriend, for almost three weeks. Video calls and missed opportunities was your love story with him since you’ve handled the killer case.
He was very understanding of your situation, especially when you did try to visit him in his apartment one day. You were so drained but you still kept your promise to him for a ‘Movie and Taco Tuesday Night’. Just fifteen minutes into the movie, you were dead asleep on his couch. Sometimes, you even fell asleep while on a video call with him. You felt ashamed that you apologized to him non-stop for a week. He told you that he could compromise so he started visiting you in the hospital. Of course, that was also futile. Both of you would plan to eat lunch together but as soon as you were in each other’s company, beeps from your pager will end your short bout of joy.
You bombarded Yoongi with texts and voice messages that you’re finally free from the shackles of the said case. This weekend will the first whole break you’ve been rewarded with since last month. You receive a text from him asking if there’s any way you could spend the whole weekend with him in his apartment. You knew what he meant and you can’t deny that there’s a part of you expecting something to happen as well. Come on, you haven’t touched or caressed your boyfriend for almost a month. You’re too deprived and sexually frustrated. This is no time to be shy about it, not that both of you are shy with each other.
“But how about Hoseok? Won’t he be there?” Oh Hoseok. What a beautiful human. You’ve been together with Yoongi for almost a year already, and they’ve been roommates for the same amount of time. The three of you just clicked together ever since the start.
You met Yoongi through a common friend. Didn’t start officially dating one another until two months later. You would always tease him about it because he took so long to ask for a date just because he felt intimidated by you. You were more of a strong-independent and outgoing type of woman and he was quiet and reserved. It took a month before both of you started bringing each other to your respective apartments. There you met Hoseok. It didn’t take much and it felt natural to be friends with him. Maybe because it felt like the both of you were the same side of a coin.
You used to think that Yoongi and Hoseok were two poles opposite from each other, but you soon realize that’s the best thing about the two of them. That’s why you and Yoongi felt perfect for each other as well.
Although you love your boyfriend dearly, you can’t deny that a small bit of you has been attracted to his roommate. Apart from having a lot of similarities with each other, you do feel that sometimes you share the same mind waves as him. One day when Yoongi was so sick, the two of you left work for the day to stay and care for him. You were amazed that Hoseok knew what he was doing and was really frantic if what he was doing was enough. Seeing somebody else care and love your boyfriend this much warms your heart.
You do try to avoid letting your feelings for him grow any further since Yoongi is your soulmate. You could give the world to Yoongi, that’s how much you love him, and it swells your heart to know that he feels the same for you. You won’t do anything to hurt your precious boyfriend. Ruining their friendship is also the last thing on your mind. You just remind yourself to keep your small fire for Hoseok under control or put out, if possible.
“He said don’t worry about it. He’ll find a way to stay out of our way for the weekend.” Pleased with Yoongi’s reply, you can’t stop thinking of various ways to spend your night with your boyfriend.
With that, you arrive at his apartment that night. Yoongi opens the door, greeting you. You dropped the bags in your hands to the floor and jumped to embrace him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around your body. He noticed the fresh smell of your strawberry shampoo, a scent he truly missed.
You start to slowly kiss his neck and soon, you felt his hands grip your waist tighter. “Ummm, kitten?” He does enjoy you pouncing on him as soon as you arrived at his apartment but someone from across the room is eyeing the two of you. Your hands start to comb through his hair when he slightly pushed you, stopping you from teasing Yoongi. “Hoseok is still here.” He turns his head to the direction of his roommate and you followed.
Hoseok sat quietly on the other side of the kitchen counter, sipping his water while staring at the two of you. You straighten out yourself, ashamed at being caught in the act by Hoseok. “Don’t mind me. It’s not like it’s my first time catching the two of you in the act.” He quietly laughs as he took another gulp, completely teasing you.
“Don’t tease her, Hoseok.” Yoongi pats your head as he sees you turn shy at Hoseok’s teasing.
“It’s cute that you let her pounce on you every time she thinks you two are finally alone. So hungry for Yoongi?” Hoseok giggles as you shot a hawkish gaze at him. He gets up and took his bag from the chair beside him as he walks towards the two of you, or rather the door. You glance at the darkness outside the window and at your watch.
“Isn’t it too late for a drive?” You ask Hoseok as he pat your boyfriend goodbye before turning to you.
“I’m fine. Why? You worried about me?” He leans down, eyes meeting yours. He pats your head teasingly and you jokily swat it off. “Besides, aren’t you glad you finally have some alone time? This is my reward to you, little girl.”
“Little girl? I may be smaller but I’m older than the two of you!” Yoongi and Hoseok, focused entirely on your face, watched as you apparently try to make your point.
“Yes, we know kitten, by one year… as you constantly try to remind us.” Yoongi hugs you from behind. “Get on with it. Drive safe!” He hits Hoseok by the arm and they did their handshake. Hoseok also lightly hits your arm before opening the door and walking out, leaving you and your boyfriend finally alone in the apartment.
You both swiftly turn to each other at the same time after the realization that you’re finally alone with each other, amusing the both of you. You let out a smile full of sweetness with eyes almost glistening with longingness for Yoongi.
“I missed you, Yoongi.”
“You don’t how much I missed you too, my kitten.”
That nickname. When was the last time you heard the sound of his voice call you like that? You love it. He apparently can call you that in 100 ways possible. Most of the time, you do love it when he’s screaming it while you overdose him with pleasure.
“Should we watch a movie or something?” You suggest as you turn back to get your bags, carefully grabbing the bag filled with food that you plan to cook for him until tomorrow.
“Pass. I think we should start putting that toy to good use.” Yoongi grumbled in a very low tone as he slowly walked to you, bent forward in front of him. It’s been too long since he had a taste of you. Just by smelling you when you arrived already made him so hard in his pants. He bent down to you letting his body fall on your back. You slowly felt his hands crawl from your shoulders down to your hands. “I’ll be taking that promise now.” His breath brushing past your ear made you wet, shivering from anticipation.
A week ago, you may have promised something to Yoongi. When you’re finally done with the case, you promised him that you’ll allow him to dom you. Usually, it’s been always you who’s taking charge in the bedroom and Yoongi being the sub. You absolutely love seeing your boyfriend submitting to you in the bedroom. Although Yoongi is not really a dedicated sub, he loves it when you tell him that it feels so good acting all your fantasies in the relationship. You were the kinkier and more insatiable one between the two of you so he lets you lead. Tonight, you’ll be giving all the reins to Yoongi so when he knew that you’ll be staying with him this weekend, he texted you the lists of toys to bring.
“What do you want me to do?” You stood up and turned to face him. Yoongi understood what you’re asking of him. You are now submitting to him. His chest starts to swell up inside at finally having the chance to reverse the roles between the two of you.
“Start by calling me Sir.” Yoongi grabbed your chin, lightly tapping your cheeks. You gaze at his hooded eyes, now filled with desire and hunger to dominate you, making you starved to get a taste of him. “Kneel.” He pushed you down by your shoulders as he zips open his pants.
His cock sprung out of his pants, hitting you on the cheek. The enticing smell overwhelmed you. You deeply breathed to inhale his musk as your nose hit the tip of his cock. He gulped at the sight of you hungry for his cock. Your hands wandered towards his member when you heard Yoongi click his tongue. You open your eyes and gazed above. “You’ll only do what I tell you to do, understood?” a more commanding tone vibrated out of Yoongi, slightly surprising you at how he exudes himself right now. He brushed his thumb along your lower lips. “Answer me, kitten.” He tightens his grasp on your chin.
“Yes, sir.” You dropped your hands beside you as you let Yoongi, with his cock in hand, brush himself on your lips.
“Good girl.” He continues to swipe the tip of his cock, smearing his pre-cum on your lips. You hold yourself back from licking him and swallowing him whole. Every fiber of your being is getting impatient and just wants to stuff his cock inside your mouth this instant but a promise is a promise. You just have to wait and let him lead. “Stick out your tongue.”
He relishes the sight of you kneeling down for him, tongue out waiting for his cock. He put both of his hands in front of him against the wall as he aligns his cock in the tip of your tongue. “Purple is our safe word. You understand?” He gazes down at you, nodding enthusiastically.
Not soon after, he starts thrusting his cock so deep inside your mouth. Your head is pushed against the wall along with the rhythm and force of each thrusts. Something about his cock just satisfies you perfectly. The length is just enough to gag you but the girth, oh the girth. It hurts your jaw every time you suck him and if you had too much, you know you’re gonna have a hard time chewing your food tomorrow.
Sloppy sounds from the two of you started to fill up the room. Yoongi continues to bury his cock in your throat. He did stay deep for a few seconds a few times, grinding himself on you as you find difficulty to gasp for air. Tears started welling up in your eyes and Yoongi got concerned. You felt him pull away slightly but you assured him quickly that you’re fine. You know yourself that you won’t use the safe word tonight. You never did get to use it ever with Yoongi.
He gripped your neck, ever so slightly choking you as he pulls you to stand and leads you to the living room couch. He pushed you back to crash down on the soft couch. Quickly and not a second more, he crashed his lips with yours. Overwhelmed by the burning contact that’s long overdue, both of you breathed deeply as you allow each other to get intoxicated. Your hands tightly gripped the coach at both sides, controlling yourself from disobeying Yoongi. His tongue starts to lap at your sweet soft lips and continue to coil its way to your tongue.
Yoongi started moaning as he closed the distance between his crotch and your thighs. You felt him grind himself on you and your thighs started squirming at the sight of Yoongi satisfying himself on you. “Open, kitten.” He pushed your mouth open once more with his thumb. “Look at how hungry my kitten is for me. You’re so good for me.” He spits, letting his spit travel down slowly to your mouth. He chuckles at the sight of you swallowing for him.
“Sir, I want your cock now please?” Your thighs squirmed some more, wiggling while tightly closed together.
Yoongi clicked his tongue once more. “You’ve always been impatient. Always skipping foreplay and straight to fucking.”
“But sir, I’m really hungry for your cock.” You beg and whine.
“Good girls get rewards. Am I right, kitten? I have to prepare you well for what’s in store for tonight.” He bends down as he spreads your legs. Your thighs pushed towards you. He groans when he lifts up your skirt, noticing that you chose to come here without any underwear. He glared at you remembering that if he did not control himself a while ago when you were kissing him when you arrived, he could have lifted your skirt right then with Hoseok still present in the room.
“See? I am always so wet for you Sir. I can take your cock right now.” Your pussy, glistening with juices, further inviting him to devour you. He licks his lips before kissing your inner thigh.
“My kitten. When was the last time you touched yourself?” His breathe tickled your clit just as he let his nose slightly touch your clit. Yoongi sees you attempting to grind yourself to his face, impatient for his touch. You bit your lip as you stare and wait for your boyfriend. “Answer me when I ask you a question.” You gasp at the sudden bite on your inner thigh, soon followed by a warm lick from his feverish wet tongue.
“I have not touched myself for three weeks, sir. I really need your cock now, sir. Please.” You whine as you try to hold back your tears.
“Such a hardworking girl. I see you deserve a big reward.” He pulls the lips of your pussy to the side, making it taut and your clit standing to attention. He quickly swiped his tongue up your slit, finally tasting your juices dripping out from your pussy. He could say all kinds of profanities just from tasting you. You scratched and gripped what was around you at the overwhelming sensation. Yoongi continues to flick his tongue swiftly against your clit, followed by slurping and sucking. You arch your back as your hands finds its place on Yoongi’s hair.
His fingers soon landed on the rim of your pussy. He thrusts two inside very deeply, curling it to find your g-spot. You try to cover your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming at the intense pleasure. You’ve been so deprived of any touch for three weeks that just his tongue is enough to make you cum in seconds. However, you try your best to hold it out.
Yoongi fondles your breast with his hand as he licks your clit, while his other hand never faltering from fucking you. Seeing you lose yourself from his touch is making him drunk. He never saw you this submissive with him. With this, he adds another finger in your pussy. He licks your clit furiously as he sees you desperate to scream louder but you bite your lips to hold back. “Do you want to come, kitten?”
You gaze at him, furiously nodding. Begging to be allowed to reach your high. You see him smirk as he continues to thrust his fingers inside you. A second after, he pulled it all out, leaving you surprised and craving for him to return his fingers inside you. “Not yet. We still have to use this.” He lifts up a metal anal plug. He hands out the toy to let it touch your lips. Your eyes stay glued to him as you let your mouth open, sucking the toy. You see him staring at your mouth, licking his lips at how dirty you look right now.
The metal felt cold as it hits your tongue and teeth. You swirled your tongue around the bulbed end and he pulled it out of your mouth. He quickly pushed it inside your pussy without falter. He pulls it in and out twice to lubricate the toy with your juices before stopping just on the entrance of your ass.
You squirm as you felt the toy slowly stretching your behind. The sensation and stretch is too much for your first time. He doesn’t push everything at once, but slowly pulling it in and out as he slowly lets you adjust. He sees you shaking once he did push the entire plug inside you.
He wiped a strand of hair clinging on your sweaty forehead. Despite looking so fucked out, you’re still the most beautiful person he ever saw. You exchange a few seconds of sweet gazes before he inserted three fingers inside your pussy again while his other hand pulls the plug in and out.
“Oh my fuck… Yoongi. I’m gonna..” You came undone as he increased his speed from fucking you after he sees you writhing in reaching your high. You felt washed over with pleasure, vision hazy and ears ringing. 
Yoongi still continued to thrust his fingers and the plug as you slowly finish. A sounding pop came from his fingers pulling out of you. He puts his fingers in his mouth, savoring your sweet taste of ecstasy. He curses, eyes closed, as he relishes the familiar taste.
The plug still within your puckered ass, you crawled back to the couch as you try to chase your breathing. Yoongi proceeds to walk back to the bag you left just near the door and when he came back to you, he pulled out a blindfold and a huge 8 inch pink dildo from your bag and placing it on the table in front of you. Yoongi, now fully naked, stood tall as he beckons you to remove all your clothes. “Stand up and sit down on my cock.”
Yoongi grins as he sees you eagerly standing up and waits for him to sit down. As soon as he sat down, he pats his thigh to gesture you to finally have what you’ve been eagerly waiting for. You turn around and before you sat down, you try to pull out the plug. Yoongi sees this and smacks your ass, granting a whimper from you. “I thought I told you not to do anything unless you’re told to. Keep it in!”
He groans like a beast from behind you as he placed both his hand on your waist. He pulls you down and lets his cock claim your pussy not a moment long. You whimper at the violent stretch and even more so when Yoongi started furiously humping his hips off the couch to fuck you harder. You noodle out sensual and erotic moans as you place your hands behind you and on Yoongi’s chest. “You’re so fucking tight.” He squeezed your waist so hard that the ache lingered when his hands left your skin. “You’re milking me. I won’t last if you’re this tight.” He lets out a guttural groan while he inch closer to your body. He marks you intensely on the crook of your neck. His hands wandered in front of you and tightly squeezed your breasts.
It feels so nice and naughty as you submit to the bliss of your love making. The pain from his rough hands is so gentle yet very shameless as well. He felt like a lion starving for his prey, you, who is presented on a silver platter. Every thrust of his cock feels primal. This reversal of roles is new to both of you but you find yourself finely adjusting.
“Do you want me to fill your ass with my hot…and sticky cum?” He sensually whispers into your ears. You quickly turn intoxicated with his erotic voice, scorching hot inside your chest and seeping wet from your pussy at the thought of him equally fucking your hard from your ass.
“Yes, sir. I would love that.” You turn your face to the side, surprising him with a slow and succulent lick across his lips. You felt like a drug to Yoongi, being this submissive to his every whim and drunk on sex. Something good actually came out from having to part with you for three weeks.
He pushes you off and eyes the anal plug still attached to you. He did not expect you to suddenly shake and cum again after he pulled out the plug. You dropped down with legs buckling, but he caught you in time just before you hit the floor. “Are you okay? Is it too much?” He lets you support yourself, bending forward and hands on the table. He bent down with his chest on your back, cock still erect touching your pussy. You chase your breathing and took your time before you answered him.
“I’m okay baby. Just getting used to this new you.” You giggled as you kiss his cheeks. “I promise to use our safe word if it’s too much.” He laughs as he felt you wiggle your butt on his cock.
“Always hungry for me, kitten?” he lets his hands comb through your hair before pulling it all back. You straighten your back, presenting your ass to him. He holds his cock in his hand, aligning it with your tight puckered muscle. “Put the blindfold and get the dildo, sweet kitten.” He lets go of your hair and allows you to bend forward to get the items he asked. You strap the blindfold on and blindly let your hand wander on the table to get the dildo.
As you were about to stand up back to him, you sense a slow shapely pressure on your ass as Yoongi tries to enter you. The unfamiliar and new stretch had you delirious from the pain and pleasure. You both find yourself breath taken as you wander through uncharted waters. Your tightness from behind is nothing compared to your pussy. If you had known how intense and sweet this was, you would have said yes to Yoongi to try this months ago. Yoongi hesitates to push his entire length on you, still taking his sweet time to let you adjust. However, you’re patience is nearing its limit with Yoongi’s pace.
You push yourself back on him towards the couch, letting the both of you crash down. You scream at the intense sudden pain of having his cock rapidly filling you up when you fell on his lap. You lean your head back on his shoulder as he allow your scream to die down.
“How many times have I told you to obey me?” He squeezes your cheek, stealing the dildo from your hands. “I’m in charge here, not you kitten.” Yoongi smacking the dildo on your clit has your squirming and closing your legs. You can’t see anything and every sense you have seems to have heightened. “Remember who’s in charge or else, you’ll be punished.”
He gathers the dildo on the entrance of your pussy, lathering your juices around. “Punish me, baby. I’ve been a very impatient and disobedient girl.” You’ve now adjusted well to his cock. Yoongi saw you grind yourself on him, whining for more.
You hear him deeply chuckle then the dildo swiftly entered you until you felt it hit your womb. You try to suppress your voice and Yoongi felt this so he hooked his two fingers in your mouth, playing with your tongue to allow you to let your moans out. The merciless plunge of his cock in your ass and the unrelenting force of the dildo overwhelmed you. It was insane being fucked full by your boyfriend. You were submitting but you never felt this strong and satisfied when you were the one taking charge. The pain, the pleasure and the raw savageness of helplessness made you feel alive.
You respond to his each thrust with untamed moans, hands wandering on his body. You felt completely exposed and unguarded. “Tell me, kitten…” you continue to yield and moan for him when he whispered erotically in your ear. “Are you imagining somebody else’s cock inside your pussy filling you right now instead of the dildo?”
Your moans disappeared as you try to comprehend your boyfriend’s question. However, he continues to thrust in your ass and pussy, making your mind a mush. “I…”
“I think you have someone in mind and it’s not me, kitten.” His erect cock delved deep inside your ass, frozen from thrusting inside you. Although, he continues to push the dildo in and out with a force so savage, you can feel it bruising the entrance of your womb. “I’ve seen how you look at him. Do you wish that his cock should be the one fucking your pussy full right now?”
He gripped your chin with his other hand as you felt words stuck in your throat. You felt your chest tighten at the sudden confrontation. You don’t know if Yoongi is angry and punishing you right now because you can’t see him. He wouldn’t shame you like this normally so you don’t know if this is just the dirty talk or his true feelings. “Sir, I don’t…” you get caught up in your words as your blindfold is starting to get moist from your impending tears.
“I’m not angry kitten. I just want to hear what you truly feel. Whose cock, aside from mine, should be fucking you right now?”
It took you a while to get the knot out of your chest but you did. “I want Hoseok’s! Hoseok’s cock should be fucking me hard right now in the pussy while you destroy my ass!” You screamed. Yoongi slows the pace of the dildo in your pussy and pulls it out. You slumped on him, hungry for a reaction from your boyfriend. The blindfold is not helping the turmoil inside your chest. You want to face him and look straight at him to understand what kind of face he might be making right now.
“Good kitten.” He groaned from behind as he take the blindfold off you. You pry open your eyes, adjusting to the light. A naked figure stood in front of you as you rub your eyes to register the sight. Hoseok was standing tall in front of you and Yoongi, naked in all his glory and stroking his cock.
You jump slightly in your place but Yoongi pushes you back down, granting a sensual quiet moan from you since his cock is still deep in your ass. “Hoseok?!?….Why is he here?”
“This is your reward, little girl.” He continues to stroke his cock in front of you, smugly smirking to look at your boyfriend.
“It’s okay, kitten. I know you want this too.” Yoongi placed his chin on your shoulder as you’re still staring at Hoseok’s face. You turn to your boyfriend and you both stare at each other for a few seconds. You try to read his eyes, unsure if you’re really allowed to finally act on your feelings
“I don’t want to do this if you don’t, baby…” He sensed your panic so he cupped your cheeks to kiss you. A slow and sweet exchange of your lips made you understand that he really is letting you go ahead. He parts with your lips and sweetly gazed at you.
“I want this as well. Go ahead.” Yoongi nods his head to Hoseok, prompting you to allow yourself to submit to both of them. “This is okay. Take care of our girl, Hoseok. I trust you both.” You face Hoseok, who’s still furiously pumping himself to you. With the permission of his older roommate, Hoseok now shamelessly takes in your naked figure as he licks his lips.
He’s been wanting this for so long as well. He developed feelings for Yoongi first, when they became roommates. He’s been so good at hiding it not until Yoongi introduced you to him. At first, he was jealous and irritated whenever you would visit and stay at their apartment. The longer you spent time with Hoseok, he also found himself loving you. Hearing you come undone and screaming with Yoongi every night with just a wall separating him from the two of you was brutal. He loved you both, wanting to touch you and Yoongi as well. He was determined to keep it all a secret up until when Yoongi confronted him.
Yoongi suspected Hoseok has feelings for you with how he acted every time you were with the two of them. Of course, he felt something from you as well. Being quiet and reserved meant that he was very good at reading everybody else’s expressions and feelings. He was proven right when Hoseok confessed with his feelings towards you when he tried to confront him. He was taken by surprise though when Hoseok confessed to loving him as well. He didn’t expect it but also didn’t dislike it. Maybe something in him also feels something for his younger roommate. They did talk it out and came to a conclusion to talk to you about it. Yoongi was the one who initiated the surprise threesome. Hoseok wasn’t on board with it at first but now that you’re here, he’ll accept everything even if you reject him.
You let your lust and feelings take over you. You wait for either of them to command you. Hoseok sees your eyes change from reluctant to now willing to submit to him. He takes it as your acceptance of him. He groans as he walks closer to you, cock in your face. His cock smelled amazing. You take in the unfamiliar yet enticing smell as you sniff his shaft, granting a groan from the two males at the sight of you.
“Suck me now, little girl.” You opened your mouth to invite him in. Hoseok leans his head back as euphoria hits him from the satisfaction of having your warm and wet mouth capture his cock. His cock was different from Yoongi. He’s not as girthy as your boyfriend but the length is amazing. Your mouth is already full but there’s still enough left for your hand to play with. “Fuck, I can’t handle this. You feel amazing.” Hoseok wraps his hands on your hair as he started to furiously rock deep inside your mouth. You could feel him reach your throat. Your moans, now muffled by the huge cock occupying your mouth. Hoseok could come apart right there at the sight of your throat bulging from his cock and from the vibrations of your throat as you try to moan loudly, when Yoongi started tapping Hoseok’s hand away from your head.
“I said take care of her, not kill her.” Hoseok loses his hold on your head when he heard Yoongi as he pulled out of your mouth. You gagged and coughed but you swat your hands at them.
“Yoongi, I’m fine. I actually like it.” You swipe the drool off your lips and turned to face your boyfriend. “I’m not using my safe word, am I? So get on with it and fuck my ass full!” Yoongi and Hoseok, surprised at your outcry and commanding tone, just went quiet.
“I didn’t hear you calling him Sir, did I?” Hoseok grabbed your chin and lightly slapped you. “Did he allow you to take over? No! You’re our slut tonight so just obey us.” You were taken aback at Hoseok’s change in demeanor. You were a dom to Yoongi, but Hoseok felt different. You shiver in your place, unfamiliar with the feeling of fear from disobeying the sultry man in front of you. With Yoongi, you were willing to act as a sub tonight but it felt like you were really a sub to Hoseok.
All you do was agree as he slaps you once more in the cheek. It was not painful as you imagined. You know Hoseok still cared for you and wouldn’t really hurt you so you find yourself relaxing under Yoongi, waiting patiently for Hoseok to now command the two of you under him. “Fuck her hard, Yoongi, so that she knows her place. I’ll make sure to fill her pussy to the brim.” He licks his lips as both you and Yoongi stare at the dominant male.
Yoongi started to lunge his hips towards you, bouncing you on his lap. You scream at the pleasant sensation of being fucked in the ass. You see Hoseok smirking as he lines his cock at your pussy. Slowly, you felt him open up your walls as he continue to plunge his erect and long member. Hoseok gently bites and licks your shoulder as he tries his best not to come apart from the wonders of your pussy. It was heavenly. Filthy moans, your bodies tangled with each other, and sloppy sounds from their cocks entering you filled the room. You three were drunk from the pleasure, frenzy mushing your heads making you groggy.
You wrapped your hands around Hoseok’s back, pulling him towards you. Hoseok, surprised at the sudden proximity of his face with Yoongi, avoids eyes contact as he continue to fuck your pussy hard. Yoongi chuckled at the sight of his younger roommate getting shy despite being so commanding with you and him a while ago. He placed a peck on Hoseok’s forehead. Hoseok turned to Yoongi, now cheeks burning caused by the sweet kiss. They stared at each other, Yoongi sweetly smiling at him and Hoseok smiling at the feeling of being accepted by Yoongi as well.
You pull Hoseok’s face to yours, breaking their small moment. “I want to be filled, sir.” You gaze at him with eyes hooded. Hoseok realized that you’ve gone far off now and all he wants is to satisfy you.
“Little girl deserves her reward.” He looked at Yoongi and soon after, both of them pounded into you furiously. Overwhelming sensation from being full from both holes, Hoseok painfully fucking your pussy up up to the entrance of your womb, and Yoongi fully stretching your ass out. You scream as you let yourself in your bliss. You exploded from the ecstasy brought on by the two men you truly care and love. Yoongi and Hoseok moaned and squeezed their hands on you as they felt you squeeze down on them, milking them to reach their own orgasm.
You twist, still glued to them, as you felt their warm liquid fill you up from the front and behind. The three of you, panting, as all of you let your orgasm finish. Still twined with each other, you hugged Hoseok tightly before he parts from you.
“Are you okay? You came three times, you must be exhausted. I’ll prepare a bath for the both of you.” Hoseok quickly ran back to the bathroom, disappearing from the living room.
Yoongi lifts you up to stand, pulling his cock out your ass. He lets out another groan as he sees you leaking with both of their cum. You truly look filthy right now, but his heart won’t stop pounding in his chest as he take in your beautiful face. He swipes the leaking cum off your thigh and he pulls you back on the couch. He places his fingers coated with cum in your mouth. You willingly suck it clean, tasting the mixture of Yoongi and Hoseok on you. He examines you as you breathe deeply, trying to relax post-coitus.
“Wow. Baby. If I had known how fun it is to see you take charge, I would have let you do it occasionally. Also, that was awesome.” You hug Yoongi as you place your legs across his thighs.
“Are you okay? It was not too much, was it?” Yoongi wipes the sweat off your forehead.
“I’m fine, baby.” You placed your lips on him, intimately. You want him to feel your happiness and ultimately, your intense love for him. “So what does this mean? With Hoseok?”
“I know you love him and he does too. I’ve been suspecting it for a while now. I just waited for either of you to talk to me.” Yoongi tucks in your hair behind your ear.
“But I love you more. You’re the one I want the most.” You quickly rebut him, careful as not to hurt him with any of your words.
“I know, kitten. Trust me, I do love you both too and it makes me happy seeing the two of you together too.”
“But he’s your friend…”
“I love him too, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Hoseok suddenly appeared in the room. “I won’t force myself between the two of you. I’ll go wherever you want me to stay in this relationship. I’m happy with just the two of you knowing how I feel.” He stands straight at the edge of the living room, hesitant to walk further and respecting the current situation.
You turn to Yoongi and silently stared at each other. You quickly understood what this meant. Your heart felt huge and swollen at the amount of love you’re now receiving. You’re loved by Yoongi and Hoseok.
“Come here, Hobi.” You gesture him to come closer and he did, smiling enthusiastically as he knew that the both of you are now accepting him and willing to share each other.
“I love you both!” Hoseok crashed down on both of you, granting a loud giggle from you while Yoongi smiled silently.
No reward can ever top this one. Surely, the night is still young.
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rainbowsuitcase · 5 months
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BTS Hurt/Comfort Fest
A fest which recently finished, full of lovely Hurt/Comfort fics. Find all works here and I've allowed myself to pull out some of my favorites.
Vines & Valentines by blueandgrey7 - Namjoon x Jungkook, 13K, E - Flower Shop AU, Flower Language, Light Angst
Botanist Jungkook loves helping his customers pick out just the right flowers, but he hates working on Valentine's Day. Every year, he takes a couple day to avoid it, until this year, when Jimin calls in at the last minute and Jungkook has no choice but to work the dreaded holiday. And to make matters worse, his long-time crush Namjoon comes in to buy a bouquet, only adding to his misery.
so much at stake by caprikoya - Seokjin x Yoongi, 12K, T - Modern with Magic, Vampires, Insomnia, Found Family
Yoongi is turned into a vampire against his will and is having trouble adjusting to the change. Seokjin tries to show him that being undead doesn't mean he's not alive.
I hold your thoughts; and you, my heart by im_chel_c - Yoongi x Hoseok, 15K, T - Mind Reading, Angst, Happy Ending
Yoongi can read minds and because of that, it's hard to believe that a popular guy like Hoseok would like him.
Polar Night by vera_ba - Jimin x Jungkook, 19K, E (for blood and violence, not smut) - Werewolf x Hunter, Major Character Injury, Enemies to Friends to Lovers
What happens when a werewolf hunter comes across an injured omega that he simply cannot bring himself to kill?
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purpleskies1999 · 9 months
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HEAR ME OUT- yoongi has always inspired to work hard and achieve my dreams. On days where I don't want to give it all yoongi encourages me to give my tinyist bit that day. I want to thank him for all the courage he's given me during my hard times, it may seem silly but his voice and his words have helped throughout my hardest times. I only wish I could give him back what he's given me. He's my baby who has this big place in my heart. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.
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jemshopes · 1 year
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Open Wounds
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--sope / yoonseok  --angst, injury, harsh words
"It's like you never have time for me anymore."
 "I'm just trying to do what we always wanted."
"WE? In case you haven't noticed, 'Seok, there is no we anymore. it's just you on that stage."
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Hoseok and Yoongi met during an audition that neither of them got. Fresh out of high school with no prospects and no money for higher education, not to mention no real talent in dancing, they were both laughed out of the building.
So Yoongi asked Hoseok if he wanted to go for a drink. Sure, they had no money to pay, but there were ways to get out of that. The bathroom windows in the bar were big and Yoongi knew for a fact he could fit through them. They deserved a pick-me-up after such a crappy day.
Within the month, they were roommates. Within the year, Hoseok had realised the hoard of girls he'd been traipsing through the apartment might have more to do with Yoongi than anything else. Within eighteen months, they were dating. And within two years their career was finally going somewhere. They were background dancers, improving, learning constantly, dipping their toes in the possibility of singing and acting. They were planning to conquer the world, produce albums, perform in stadiums.
And that was just what they did. They grew together, released songs, and signed with a music company. They were blissfully happy, in perfect sync. 
Until they weren't.
It was their seven year anniversary and Yoongi had been planning the evening for weeks. He could have sworn he'd bought everything he needed to make dinner, but at the last minute he had to run down to the corner shop.
That was when the car hit him. And everything changed. Dancing, walking, singing, sometimes even speaking–he just couldn't do it. He slurred his words, got lost in the middle of sentences, He mixed up dates, forgot they had eaten dinner less than an hour after they'd finished it
Hoseok supported him through it all. He cancelled his performances. He put his solo album on hold. For two, long years. But, eventually, he had to work again. For himself and for money.
Yoongi went with him sometimes, when they could arrange it. He could walk now, although never for long without exhaustion setting in. But as much as he loved seeing Hoseok in his element on stage, the travelling wore him down and it hurt that he couldn't be out there too.
So he stayed home more often. Hoseok, steadily gaining success, was with him less and less. It wasn't perfect or what he wanted, but it was okay. He cooked dinner for Hoseok every night and they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Then Hoseok began missing dinner. Yoongi found himself falling asleep on the couch waiting for Hoseok to come home. His dinners went cold. Eventually, he stopped bothering to make them. They all ended up in the bin or being his lunch the next day.
The arguments were small at first, over petty little things. Then they got bigger. Until one night that blended into the long list of nights Yoongi ate dinner alone, sat up alone, and showered alone, he drank two coffees and waited in the dark.
Hoseok got home at three in the morning and the fight they had was loud enough for the entire building to hear. 
"It's like you never have time for me anymore."
"I'm just trying to do what we always wanted."
"WE? In case you haven't noticed, 'Seok, there is no we anymore. it's just you on that stage. The most I've done in the last three years is help produce a couple of songs. I can't even sing in them. There is no we, so don't try to make this into something you're doing 'for me'."
"It's not my fault you didn't look both ways when you crossed the road. I can't put my life on hold anymore just because you were careless."
It was those words that ended their relationship, Hoseok's burst of cruelty so vile and sudden that if he'd run Yoongi over with the intention of killing him it would have hurt less. They parted in hatred, bitter and proud.
Yoongi moved on with his life, forcing any reminders of Hoseok out of it. In some ways, it was easier than he expected. After all, he'd spent the last year with Hoseok working all the time.
Sometimes he saw Hoseok on the news. And it hurt, but it was okay. His life was better without Hoseok in it. He found a job he enjoyed, far removed from the world of performance. He went on dates, had sex. It was good. And he was only half faking it according to his therapist.
It was late at night, during a quiet get together with his close friends, that the doorbell rang, and he found Hoseok kneeling on the mat. 
"I know this is five years too late and I don't expect you to ever forgive me, but I am so, so sorry."
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sopeecoffee · 1 year
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The Wall(s) Between Us
Chapter 1 → Yoongi hooks up with a girl from the club.
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pairing: sope (endgame), yoongi/original female character genre: smut, modern au, roommates, mutual pining tags and warnings: explicit 🔞 bttm!yoongi, top!oc, hook-ups with strangers, light dom/sub, cunnilingus, blowjobs, pegging, anal sex, light voyeurism word count: 3,579
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Yoongi's hands ran over her soft, supple thighs as he devoured her. Hungry lick after lick and swirl of his tongue on her pretty pink lips and nub, tongue dipping down every now and then to tease her entrance. She moaned low in her throat, licking her lips as she peered down at him with hazy, yet sharp brown eyes.
She called herself Mel, either short for Milly, or Melany, Yoongi couldn't remember.
Hoseok had insisted for them to go clubbing despite his many complaints, claiming Yoongi had been closed off in their flat for a little too long to be healthy. He would have never agreed to such a ridiculous idea, but Hoseok looked amazing, colourful silk shirt open at the top with his chest in view and light makeup around his eyes that made him look incredibly appetising.
However, when they finally got in and had drinks in their hands, Hoseok drifted toward the dancefloor and began grinding against flirty strangers, leaving him alone at their booth and feeling a little rejected (or a lot, maybe. Definitely).
That's when Mel approached him. And honestly? He couldn't have been more thankful.
Her taste was soft, yet tangy on his tongue as he rut down on his bedsheets. He closed his eyes and greedily sucked the sweetness out of her, the feeling her her hips quivering arousing him as much as the taste itself. He swiped his tongue flat against her sex, hearing her sigh softly above him, and he groped her thighs tight between his fingers in an attempt to tease her further.
"Careful with the hands, baby" she spoke up, voice breathy, but domineering. He looked up at her and felt his breath stutter in his chest at the way she eyed him. Dark and predatory, a small smirk in warning.
It reminded Yoongi of Hoseok.
She'd been very straightforward from the beginning, her pretty dark hair shining as it fell over her shoulders in waves. She'd told him how pretty he was, how much of a pity it was he was alone. He'd looked at her a little shocked, cheeks going pink at the unusual compliment, and she'd chuckled in response.
"I'm sorry, you looked so cute I couldn't help myself."
Yoongi had shook his head, attempting to grin back at her, but finding himself too dumbfounded. Women had never approached him that way before.
"That's quite alright," he'd said sheepishly, brushing a stray lock away from his face.
She had looked as though she wanted to devour him.
"Sorry," he said before lapping his tongue over her pussy a couple more times. Then, he flicked her nub fast, but softly, simply trying to rile her up further.
Her moans grew louder, hands carding through his hair and gripping it loosely as she spread her legs. He kept running his hands over them, her skin appearing almost copper under the dim lighting of his bedroom. His fingers were calloused, some of his hookups adoring the feeling of them over their skin, so he dragged them up and down, savouring her every movement as he licked and licked and licked.
He was so hard, probably already leaking through his boxers as he kept grinding down on the bed. He let his desperation seep through his ministrations, tongue digging a little harder into her flesh and rubbing little, wet circles over her clit. Her breath hitched before letting a long moan escape her lips, hips bucking further into his mouth in response.
"God, you're good," she groaned, fingers tightening in his hair just enough to make their presence known. "I bet you suck dick just as well."
Yoongi laughed, tilting his head up with a fucked-out smile. He probably looked a mess, lips and chin dripping wet, face hot and red from arousal.
"Wanna bet?"
The tongue in his mouth was commanding as the hand on his jaw slid to the back of his head, scratching his scalp pleasantly before tugging hard at his hair.
"Ngk- Wha-"
"That too much for you baby?"
Yoongi let out a shaky exhale.
"N-no."
She licked her lips and smiled sweetly.
"Great."
Her free hand slid between his legs and gripped high on his thigh, nails digging into the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. He shivered and groaned something needy, blush high on his cheeks at the way she slowly took him apart.
"God I knew you were perfect when I saw you across the bar," she dipped down to mouth at his neck.
"Usually people get the opposite impression from me," he muttered with a playful smile she couldn't see as he enjoyed the feeling of her teeth scraping over his pulse.
"You? No," she scoffed. "You looked so lost and small next to your friend. So pretty," another hard kiss that had his breath hitching in surprise. "Almost thought you were his from the way he moved around you, before he took to the dancefloor."
Yoongi stilled for a moment before sighing sadly.
Yeah, if only that were true.
Her fingers tightened around his hair and Yoongi couldn't help but shudder at the pain. It stung so badly, and he cried out desperately, hips pressing hard into the mattress.
"Look at you," she chuckled. "So cute."
He pouted, eyes screwing shut in embarrassment.
"Fuck," he grunted, hips rolling down on the bed, head starting to swim from both the pain and praise.
She didn't seem to approve though, tutting at Yoongi and telling him to look at her. He bit his lip but opened his eyes again, looking up at her through his lashes.
"There you go," she smiled, free hand coming down to touch herself. "You really are so pretty. You gonna let me fuck your mouth with your toys after I cum on your tongue?" He nodded desperately, rolling his hips faster over his sheets. "Gonna let me fuck you with them, too?"
Yoongi moaned louder at her words, head dipping down to lick her once more. She used her fingers to spread herself for him and he lapped her like his life depended on it. He sucked on her sensitive flesh, licked and teased and pressed hard against her clit, and felt the way she trembled and sighed the closer he brought her to her climax.
"Oh I bet you're gonna look so pretty with a cock in your mouth," she moaned. "You love a nice cock stretching your throat as much as a wet pussy, don't you, baby?"
Yoongi couldn't take it anymore, tongue rubbing hard against her as his hips moved fast and desperate. His orgasm hit him like an avalanche, making him shake like a leaf as he moaned desperately onto her heated flesh. Under him, she came just as hard, soft sighs growing heavier and deeper as she closed her thighs around his head, fingers tightening in his hair as she bucked her hips into him hard. Yoongi kept rutting as he rode his climax, the pain in his hair and suffocating heat from her body driving him further and further, seeing stars behind his eyes as he whimpered.
They lay panting on his bed for a while, Yoongi's face resting on her thigh as he caught his breath and rested his tired muscles. She pet his hair and stroked his cheek absentmindedly, fucked out and blissful as she enjoyed his warmth.
It was in the midst of this respite that they noticed they weren't alone anymore.
"Your place or mine, baby boy?" She asked with a cheeky smile.
He swallowed hard, face burning as her hand kept drifting over his crotch despite the very public setting they were in. For reasons he'd rather not contemplate, the way anyone could see him being touched only aroused him further.
"My hum, my apartment is close," he spoke, voice gravely, almost weak. "But my friend, the guy you saw with me, he lives with me too and might come back with a partner of his own. Does that bother you?"
She shrugged.
"Only if it bothers him," she said.
Yoongi heard someone moan. It sounded nothing like Hoseok, but it was long and drawn-out, like he had just started getting touched and it felt satisfying, like an itch being scratched.
He froze, heart beating faster and stomach dropping as it really hit him that Hoseok was the one touching that man, making him react that way. It felt so wrong to hear it, but worst of all he felt incredibly petty for feeling that way to begin with.
"Mel," Yoongi said as he sat up, reaching over to comb her hair over her shoulder, watching it fan over his bedsheets in the process. He smiled at her, a little forced but mischievous nonetheless. "Wanna make more noise than them?"
She grinned wide, a smile that promised nothing good.
She kissed him deeply one last time, tongue tasting him deeply, gooseflesh rippling across his skin as she dug her palm onto the front of his jeans shamelessly. He gasped into her mouth, eyes opening in surprise. She hummed and kept rubbing her tongue deep in his mouth, drawing a moan from him as he held onto her waist.
In his daze, he locked eyes with him across the club.
Hoseok was staring directly at him, the man he was with dancing close to his body. His gaze was focused, expression dead serious as he took Yoongi in. The hand between his legs dug harder into his crotch and he squirmed, whimpering into her mouth. It felt so good, to be touched, and worst (read: best) of all, to have Hoseok's sharp, hungry eyes on him as he drowned in sensation. It stung in a way, being looked at that way while knowing he didn't feel what Yoongi wished he felt, but for that moment, he let himself be lulled by that fantasy.
He let his eyes flutter closed as he let himself be consumed, that overwhelming pleasure coursing through him as though he were dazed.
When he opened them once more, almost like a spell being broken, Hoseok was no longer there.
"Let's see your stash, baby."
He walked over to his closet, readjusting himself in his pants and wincing as he felt the mess he made in them. He bit his bottom lip, that dirty feeling stirring him to his core and making his spent cock twitch.
He reached the box he kept hidden, obscured by shoe boxes and long coats. He promptly brought it to Mel, opened it and presented his toys to her. His collection wasn't anything special, but it contained the essentials-- a dildo, a vibrator, a couple of butt plugs, and a strap-on.
"Oh, how nice! Thank you." She said with mirth, absentmindedly biting on her thumb, as she touched the various items with interest. Finally, she took out the strap and the plug and looked up at him with a proud smile. "Now strip for me."
He stood up from the bed and took his shirt off. Opposite him, she crossed her legs and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She was already naked from their previous activities, but her hair fell over her chest in a way that made her look more modest than she actually was. She really was beautiful, all tan skin, full hips and dark, voluminous hair. Yoongi quickly discarded himself of his jeans and socks, as well as his soiled underwear, arms wrapping themselves around his body shyly.
"So messy," she cooed, ushering him closer and rubbing his hip bone. "Where do you keep the lube? Didn't see any in the box."
He reached for his bedside table and opened the first drawer. The lube bottle was more than half-used, making her chuckle as she gave him a look that bordered on mocking. If she'd thought of a remark, she didn't voice it, opting instead on asking him how he preferred to take it. Yoongi quickly climbed on his bed to get on all fours, face buried in his pillow with his ass propped up. His face burned with shame, feeling small and pathetic for presenting himself in such an undignified manner, but it was those very things that made it feel so, so good.
She playfully groped his ass before slipping one, then two fingers in, rubbing against his walls carefully and pistoning them in and out slowly. He didn't offer much resistance, body swallowing her up greedily as he trembled and whined under her. He groaned long and deep as she grew more confident, movements becoming rough and quick as he took everything she gave him.
By the time she added a third finger, Yoongi was panting. His forehead was buried in his inner elbow as his jaw hung open, a whimper escaping for every deep stroke he made.
On the other side of the wall, he could hear moaning as well. It wasn't very often yet, but every pleasured sound startled Yoongi and made the poison of his jealousy spread a little deeper. He wondered if Hoseok had heard his hook-up moan, if he'd heard the things she told Yoongi. He wondered what he thought, of him submitting so diligently to a beautiful girl and getting aroused by the filthy things she told him.
He wondered if Hoseok would soon hear him moan as he got fucked. He wondered if it would maybe make Hoseok feel something, anything.
The thought, as sad as it was, thrilled and spurred him on.
Mel withdrew his fingers, satisfied with her work, and substituted them with one of his plugs. Yoongi hummed, wiggling his hips and taking in the filling sensation. Then, she stood back up and began to strap the harness against her body.
"If you want, you can use my vibrator while you fuck me," he suggested as he slowly sat down, a little out of breath. "At least you'll get something out of it."
She laughed.
"If you seriously think I'm not gonna get a massive kick out of this, you're out of your mind." She stood at the edge of the bed and urged Yoongi closer, cupping his jaw and lifting it so he was facing her. "Now if you don't mind I'm going to fuck your mouth, okay baby?"
Yoongi breathed in deeply, worrying his lip between his teeth as he nodded, excitement tingling his skin. She brushed her thumb over his lip and prodded it open. He peeked his tongue out as well, wanting to show her how good he could be as she slowly thrust in his mouth experimentally.
"If I'm going too far just tap out, okay?"
Yoongi moaned around the silicone in response, eyes fluttering closed as he revelled in the weight pressing against his tongue. It really had been too long since he'd last hooked up.
She slid in and out, testing out Yoongi's limits before grabbing onto his hair and rolling her hips faster, deeper, making his breath stutter as she nearly reached his reflex.
He opened his eyes in surprise, fists clenching over his thighs as he tried to keep his breathing steady.
"So far so good, baby," she cooed. "You're taking it so well... You really like doing it with your mouth, huh? Always biting or touching your lips, getting off as you ate me, and now this..."
Yoongi could only moan in response, feeling himself grow hard once again.
She picked up the face once more, going deeper for longer, trying to gauge Yoongi's limit without hurting him, but soon enough she was reaching the back of his throat.
He gagged loudly on the silicone and she quickly withdrew from him so he could breathe.
"No," he moaned weakly, tears gathering in his eyes. "I didn't tap out..."
Mel laughed, something dark at the edges of her voice.
"If that's what my baby wants..."
She thrust all the way in, hitting his gag reflex once more. He reached out for her hips, grabbing her for support as she kept a steady but brutal rhythm in and out of his throat, constantly reaching that sensitive spot and drawing obscene noises that echoed throughout the room. Tears were falling down his face, the intrusion going too far for what his body could take but the strain feeling too good to deny.
Yoongi felt a bit guilty for it, but he imagined the one fucking his mouth so roughly was Hoseok instead. He imagined the hips he held onto were his friend's, the cock in his mouth real and leaking precum over his tongue, that the filthy things Mel told him came from Hoseok's playful voice.
On the other side of the wall the moans were growing louder. He tried paying attention but he couldn't hear Hoseok's voice, only the man he was with. He found himself hoping for his friend's voice to come through, for any sign of him truly being there, right there on the other side of that wall.
Mel retracted the strap from Yoongi's mouth and ran a hand through his hair, then down to his cheek. She leaned down to kiss his forehead and mumbled a "good job" that made him grin a silly smile, feeling the remaining tears fall down his cheeks as he did so. His throat felt raw, eyes stinging, but it felt so good.
She moved him on the bed so he was once more on all fours, ass up for her as she rubbed his cheeks. She removed his plug slowly, drawing it back in and out experimentally and watching him squirm under her.
He was completely hard at that point, the blowjob having done more than enough to awaken his body's interest, but the teasing around his hole was making him leak filthily down onto his bedsheets.
Behind him, he heard her opening his lubricant once more, as well as the wet sounds of her spreading it over the spit-slick strap. She drew herself closer and rubbed the tip against his hole before slowly pushing in. It wasn't too difficult of a stretch, especially with all the prep they'd done before, but Yoongi still felt winded by it. It hadn't been too long since he'd been filled up like that, but he'd been alone. Having it done by someone other than yourself, that felt completely different. This way, he felt powerless, completely at her mercy, like she could control his every move from their position -- which she probably could.
Her trusts were slow at first, but with Yoongi's needy whining and shivering body, she quickly increased the pace into a brutal one. She rolled her rips in ways that hit him in all the right spots and made him moan out loud and unashamed, clawing at his bedsheets and pleading for something, anything.
"You should see yourself, Yoongi-ah," she mused, a smile evident in her voice. "So wet and sloppy, taking me in like you were made for taking it."
Yoongi choked on a moan, thrusting back against her in search for more and more of that feeling. His climax was building up faster than he could have anticipated, the deep filling sensation of the strap, Mel's soothing voice, the feeling of vulnerability, and, as depraved as it might be, the notion that Hoseok could hear him come undone at every passing moment.
On the other side of the wall he faced was the man he was in madly love with, his best friend and roommate and partner in crime. Said friend who was currently fucking someone other than himself, while he himself got fucked, making enough noise for their neighbours to hear because of how far gone he was in pleasure.
He whined and moaned, his deep voice growing impatient and higher in pitch as he came closer and closer to being undone.
"Yeah, you like that?" Hoseok groaned from the other side of the wall, voice rough and and heated.
Yoongi's heart hammered against his chest, excitement crawling under his skin as he heard his friend speak so darkly. He didn't think when he mewled out a loud "yes", mouth hanging open as he came over his bedsheets. His body trembled as he ground down over Mel's hips, trying to take more of the dildo as he his thighs and arms burned from carrying his weight, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through him.
Once spent, he stilled, waiting for her to thrust out so he could lay down, small aftershocks running down his spine and tingling his weary limbs. Once she pulled out, she gathered his covers and wrapped them both up, huddling close to him and petting his heated skin. It was soothing, feeling his heartbeat slow down over time as their bodies warmed each other up.
On the other side of the wall things seemed to have calmed down as well, the room silent if not for Yoongi's laboured breathing.
His eyes felt heavy as he struggled to keep them open, feeling his body becoming heavier as he was slowly lulled into sleep.
"Thanks," he mumbled. "That felt really good."
"No problem," she smiled into the back of his neck and pressed a gentle kiss into his hair.
As he drifted off, he wondered if Hoseok, too, was cuddling his lover in his bed. He also briefly wondered if he would ever consider Yoongi for a partner instead.
He quickly shoved such a fantasy into the back of his mind, hoping it would fall into obscurity.
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iamyoursinblog · 1 year
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After silence
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Pairing: You x Jung Hoseok
Genre: angst
Word Count:  1.3 k
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Some days have passed, but for you they have merged into one. If it wasn't for the calendar on your work phone that kept reminding you of the appointments you canceled every time, you wouldn't even notice the days were changing.
You've never ever felt so terrible in your life. You crawled out of bed heading for the living room when you heard another reminder on your phone. You stopped at the front door when you heard a noise. You moved closer to turn on the monitor, you were surprised to see Hoseok scurrying around in front of your door.
You opened the door by hitting Hoseok on the shoulder because he leaned over at that moment.
"Oh sorry," you said lowly. It made you surprised a second time; you haven't spoken to anyone for so long that you didn't even know that your voice was so hoarse.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you" he said taking a step back. You saw the groceries near your door and looked at him in surprise.
"What is it?" you asked.
“I know that you don’t have food at home because you are never at home. So I decided to bring you something, but you didn't even come out." He shyly held another bag in his hand. “I wrote to you that I left food in front of the door, but you probably didn’t see”
“Phone…” you moaned, leaning your head against the door. "I... my personal phone... I lost it," you said, remembering that it stays left on the floor in Yoongi's studio, become in trash.
"Ow" Hoseok chuckled. “Then that explains a lot.”
"I'm sorry" only now it dawned on you that you were still standing in front of the front door. "Come in," you said, stepping aside, inviting him inside. "I think I've completely lost my manners," you shook your head.
"It's okay" Hoseok smiled.
He walked into the kitchen with the bags and gasped when he opened your refrigerator. He slowly turned towards you, looking at you in disbelief. "______" he called you, drawing your attention. "When was the last time you ate?" he asked looking around your too clean kitchen.
"I..." You stopped. "I... I don't remember." You really couldn't remember the last time you ate. You shook your head, then no wonder why you felt completely powerless.
"______" Hoseok practically moaned your name as he ran his hand across your face. You chuckled at how much he cared about you. Your heart clenched, forming a lump in your throat. You covered your face with your hands when, unexpectedly even for yourself, you burst into tears. "It's okay" Hoseok hugged you tightly, holding you against his chest.
"That's so reckless," you whispered as the emotion on Hoseok' face made you cry. Hoseok stood silently, letting you just cry in his warm embrace. Hoseok's hand stroked your hair soothingly, making your heart ache even more, reminding you of Yoongi who hid you in his arms every time you cried.
You tried to control yourself. You needed to calm down. You didn't mean to turn Hoseok into your personal tear vest. You pulled away from him, wiping away your tears. "I couldn't tell you - don't cry" Hoseok said putting his hands on your shoulders making you meet his gaze. “But at least let me cook something for you. You seem to have lost half of your already low weight,” Hoseok said skeptically.
It made you smile a little. Hoseok has always been the one who has the most to worry about when someone skips a meal. You just nodded in agreement. Hoseok beamed with a wide smile. He quickly took out the groceries from the bags, preparing the right ingredients.
You were mad at yourself because Hoseok's every action reminded you about Yoongi. Too many things remind you about him. You brushed away the tears that rolled down your cheeks again. Stop it, you're mad at yourself. “Sorry,” you said as you watched Hoseok cook the food.
"Why?" he asked while chopping vegetables.
“For that night. For my behavior. For my words"
Hoseok froze at your words. "It's all right," he said, still not moving. “I should be the one who asks for forgiveness for coming to you at all that night.”
"It's not fair to blame you for something you're not guilty of," you said shaking your head. "Thank you for being here," you said. His presence really made you feel a little better about yourself. At least his presence stopped your tears.
"Any time," he said as he turned to face you. "I will always be there to you"
Hoseok returned to the food he was cooking. He talked about how he prepared for his performance, and how much time he spent on it. You were glad that he didn't mention any of the members or anything that happened during that week. But you couldn't help but notice that somewhere inside you wanted to know how Yoongi was. You stopped your thoughts when this desire appeared inside you. You asked so often about how Yoongi used to be that it seemed like it had become a habit.
You stared down at your belly as your stomach grumbled at the smell of food that filled the kitchen. This made you laugh. Hoseok looked at you in surprise, but when your stomach growled again, he laughed too. "I'm glad your stomach is okay," he said with a wide smile. You never expected such a simple thing to make you smile. "Eat more," he smiled as he placed a plate of food in front of you.
“Thank you,” you said, taking the spoon he handed you. You laughed softly. "Tasty" you said. "Really tasty," you shook your head as you ate another spoonful.
“I'm practically offended by such surprise in your voice.” Hoseok crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm not that bad at cooking." He pouted his lips, pretending to be offended. "I'm certainly not Yoongi..." Hoseok stopped abruptly, turning into a pale statue, while his lips pressed into a thin line. The name of Yoongi made you freeze in place with a spoon in the air.
"You cook good," you said quickly, not letting the atmosphere get even more awkward. It will be irreversible to hear Yoongi's name, no matter what, you work in his agency. All your work is connected with him and other members. "Thank you for making me a meal," you smiled at him.
"Oh, yes," he shook his head quickly. "I'm glad you liked it." Hoseok began to check his pockets while you looked at him with interest. He quickly walked into the corridor, returning with his bag in his hands. “Here,” he said as he placed the phone in front of you. “You can use it for now until you buy yourself a new phone.”
"Oh, thank you." You shook your head as you picked up the phone.
"It's brand new," he said when you unlocked the phone. “I wanted to change mine, but I will do it later. I don’t have time for that right now anyway,” he explained.
"I'll try to get it back to you as soon as possible," you said smiling at him.
“You don't have to rush. If you like it, you can just keep it."
"That's too much." You waved your hand, making him laugh.
"Damn," he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I have to go to practice,” he said. "If you don't mind, I'll come visit you tomorrow," he said quickly putting the rest of the groceries in your refrigerator.
"Any time," you said as you walked him to the door. "Thanks again for lunch or dinner, even though I might call it breakfast," you chuckled.
"Eat everything on your plate" he ruffled your hair. He acted like an older brother who going to work and leaving his younger sister at home alone.
"I'm not a child" you snorted
"Okay," he mimicked your snort.
Hoseok left the apartment waving at you until the door closed. You froze in the empty hallway as the apartment was filled with silence again. You sighed from the heaviness that you felt left alone again. Hoseok was too bright; you didn't even expect to feel such a contrast from his absence.
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infinitesoleil · 1 year
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Happiness Looks Good on You
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Moodboard by lilseokie on twt / @buttsfly
This was written for The Sopemates Zine.
Title: Happiness Looks Good on You
Rating: General
Pairing: Sope
Tags: Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Slice of Life, Love Confessions
Words: 2,384
Summary:
“Why’s it so dark in here, Namjoon-ah? Where’s the light switch?” Hoseok asks. Hoseok navigates around the room, feeling along the wall until he finds the switch. When the lights turn on, everyone jumps out from behind furniture and doors and yells “Surprise!” “Happy birthday to you...” they sing as Jimin and Taehyung come forward with a strawberry covered sponge cake. “Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday, Hoseok-ie (Hoseok-ie hyung for the maknaes)... Happy birthday to you!” Hoseok claps his hands excitedly before closing his eyes to make a wish. The yellow glow of the candles gives him a golden appearance, like an angel or a deity. He blows out the candles and everyone cheers. Taehyung hand feeds him a few strawberries while Jin and Jungkook take a few for themselves. Yoongi stands off to the side, smiling softly and taking it all in. Hoseok looks so happy surrounded by the people who love him the most. Happiness looks good on you, Yoongi thinks. And I want to make you happy for the rest of my life.
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ggukkiereads · 1 year
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hiii! long LONG ago I read this sope fic, maybe you or your followers have heard of it? it was a soulmate ao3 au (you see the world in black and white, but when you meet your soulmate the world become colorful). yoongi didnt believe in soulmates and was so prepared to reject his soulmate when he meet him. long story short, hobi was his soulmate and he is BLIND! so yoongi is the only one that knows that they are soulmates and he starts falling for him :( also there was a side namjin and vhope
🌷 Hi there! Sorry I don’t know this, my MxM readings are quite limited or sometimes just random twt thread I see on my feed that catches my attention but I won’t have a way to remember the title nor the author. 
Hope someone knows this though! Feel free to share what you know. Thanks! =) 
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btschooseafic · 10 months
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AO3 Recs
Slither into My Heart by nicowememoney, Scripturient27 [completed]
hoseok x yoongi, platonic!ot7, stranded on a deserted island, magic, lowkey crack, humor
Yoongi lives on a deserted island and accidentally turns himself into a snake. Then he meets Hoseok, who is terrified of snakes. /more lovely found family. i laughed a lot.
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Pairing: Rich boy! Yoongi x Indie Rock! Hoseok
Genre: drabble, college au, fluff (possible)
Warnings: alcohol
Yoongi’s has everything he’s ever wanted. If he’s shown a slight interest in anything, his parents would’ve gotten it at a snap of their fingers. He’d gone to the most expensive schools, gotten the most expensive clothes, and is currently going to the best college there’s ever been in South Korea.
But, Yoongi wants more. He doesn’t want the most expensive, fancy thing you could find. He wants to go to parties with friends. He wants to go to nightclubs and have a good time.
That’s why tonight he’s sneaking out.
Dressed in a black hoodie and jeans, Yoongi walks down the street and looks around a
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Note: I will not be finishing this fic. I don’t write BTS x reader/imagines anymore. I still love the boys, I am just not comfortable writing imagines for the boys anymore. Apologies everybody
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marxy-06 · 3 months
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Favorites Fic Recs 5
Thank you to all the amazing writers <3
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rainbowsuitcase · 6 months
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Fanfic Rec Friday #7
make me touch you, make me love you by stellataes - Yoongi x Namjoon, 17 681 words, E - Friends with Benefits to Lovers, Idiots in Love
Namjoon finds out that orgasms make your brain release dopamine. And dopamine makes you feel happy. Thing is, his best friend Yoongi has been so sad lately. Luckily, Namjoon knows just the cure.
all is fair in love and war by sseoltangie - Yoongi x Hoseok, 13 727 words, T - Highschool AU, Teenage Rebellion, Petty Revenge
When Yoongi wants to take revenge on his ex-boyfriend by keying his stupid car, Hoseok catches him.
Like the Movies by stellataes - Yoongi x Taehyung, 18 202 words, M - Famous Taehyung, Fluff, Love at First Sight
Min Yoongi's perfect life is turned upside down when world famous actor Kim Taehyung takes shelter from the rain in his bookstore. Only, Yoongi doesn't know he is world famous actor Kim Taehyung.
The Flickering Warmth of Love by Lssimpson999 - Yoongi x Hoseok x Namjoon, 36 413 words, E - Canonverse, Established Namgi, Friends with Benefits, Secret Relationship
The friends with benefits rapline fic with established Namgi and Hoseok who broke his promise not to fall in love.
I’ll drink you in (Deep into my throat, the whiskey that is you) by @mydis-ease - Seokjin x Namjoon x Jungkook, 57 043 words, E - Established Namjin, Age Gap (around 20 years, no underage), Dom/Sub
Crushing on your dad’s incredibly attractive friend sounds like all fun and games until you realize you’re going to be stuck working with him and his new husband for weeks. Nevertheless, that’s where Jungkook finds himself.
The List by Nisaki - Seokjin x Taehyung, 46 952 words, E - Toxic Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Actor Seokjin
He ignores the matter of the list for awhile and as long as he pretends it's not happening he's tentatively content. Until the night his boyfriend gets promoted and they go out to celebrate and Taehyung finds himself ten meters away from a man he's always thought of as unreal and out of his realm.
Kim Seokjin.
The only name on his OK to Sleep With List.
Fast, Furious, and Falling in Love - Series by myheartandsoulbelongtonamjoon (couldn't find socmed) - Namjoon x Jimin, 18 456 words, M - Detective Namjoon, Criminal Jimin, Fluff and Smut, Hate to Love
Namjoon is the star detective of the NYPD. Jimin is the car thief and street racer who helps him solve cases out of the goodness of his heart--and the heady desire that clouds his mind and stirs his dick whenever they're together.
Fall For Me, Burn For Me by thestarskeepfalling - Jimin x Taehyung, 58 609 words, E (for epilogue) - Fantasy AU, Magic Users, Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstanding
Years ago, before the accident, before the lies, before everything, Jimin and Taehyung were the best of friends. Studying to be mages at the top university in the country, their futures looked bright. There was nothing they couldn’t do when they were side-by-side. But then, a single day changed everything.
Now, when an outside threat brings them hurtling back into each other’s lives, will the fire that burns between them heal what was broken? Or will it consume them entirely?
Practice Makes Perfect by beebalm (couldn't find socmed) - Yoongi x Namjoon, 67 947 words, E - Practice Kissing, Virgin Yoongi, Friends with Benefits
Yoongi has never been kissed. He asks Namjoon to help him out.
BONUS - Seokjin x Jimin Twitter AU, 81 parts, Soulmates, Crack
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euphoricfilter · 6 months
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31 days of smut let’s get it °:. *₊ ° . ☆.
please read the warnings for each chapter!!
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☆ day 1 ~ taehyung: breeding kink
tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, breeding kink, baby talk (but no actual kids because yuck)
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☆ day 2 ~ : jimin: pet play
tags/ warnings: pwp, pet play, ass play, fingering of both holes, butt plugs, mild dumbification
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☆ day 3 ~ jungkook: thigh riding
tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)
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☆ day 4 ~ hoseok: somnophilia
tags/ warnings: pwp, somnophilia, consensual drugging, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex
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☆ day 5 ~ yoongi: praise kink
tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing
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☆ day 6 ~seokjin: corruption kink
tags/ warnings: pwp, corruption kink, he’s a little condescending too, just jin teaching you how to touch yourself?, fingering, cumming untouched
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☆ day 7 ~ namjoon: double penetration
tags/ warnings: pwp, use of a dildo (the ones that have a hole for fake cum), double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie x2 ?, squirting
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☆ day 8 ~ jungkook: size kink
tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, he’s hung okay? whatever you’re thinking make it bigger— he has a fat cock, belly bulge
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☆ day 9 ~ taehyung: watersports
tags/ warnings: pwp, watersports (pee), cumming untouched, literally wet and messy
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☆ day 10 ~ jimin: cock warming
tags/warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming
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☆ day 11 ~ hoseok: oral fixation
tags/ warnings: pwp, fingers in mouth!!!! (lets gooo), oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, subspace, condescending dom hoseok!!! (lets gooooooo!!!)
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☆ day 12 ~ yoongi: overstimulation
tags/ warnings: pwp, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor oral? (f. receiving), unprotected sex
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☆ day 13 ~ seokjin: creampie
tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cum kink, lil spanking action
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☆ day 14 ~ namjoon: face sitting
tags/ warnings: pwp, touched on insecurities, face sitting, namjoon’s a munch, grinding, pleasure dom joon
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☆ day 15 ~ jungkook: fingering
tags/ warnings: pwp, fingering, a singular slap to the pussy, squirting, cumming untouched, cum swallowing? sort of? cum is ingested basically, all very lighthearted and fun
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☆ day 16 ~ taehyung: spit kink
tags/ warnings: pwp, spitting in a mouth (yum?), wet and messy, unprotected sex, creampie
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☆ day 17 ~ jimin: mirror sex
tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism? kinda, they just fuck in a public gym, the panties stayed on, finger in mouth !!!!
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☆ day 18 ~ hoseok: squirting
☆ day 19 ~ yoongi: free use
☆ day 20 ~ seokjin: spanking
☆ day 21 ~ namjoon: voyeurism
☆ day 22 ~ jungkook: exhibitionism
☆ day 23 ~ taehyung: knotted dildo
☆ day 24 ~ jimin: role play
☆ day 25 ~ hoseok: primal play
☆ day 26 ~ yoongi: shibari
☆ day 27 ~ seokjin: vibrator
☆ day 28 ~ namjoon: cum stuffing
☆ day 29 ~ jungkook: pantie kink
☆ day 30 ~ taehyung: belly bulge
☆ day 31 ~ yoongi: mask kink
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jemshopes · 1 year
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Make Me Understand || Sope
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--DRABBLE (COMPLETE)
--9.4K WORDS
--SOPE/YOONSEOK
--ANGST, HURT/COMFORT, GRIEF, TOXIC FRIENDSHIP, FLUFF.
--READ ON AO3 AND TWITTER
-when hoseok is abandoned by his so-called friends on the side of the road, yoongi flies from seoul to paris and spends all night driving to reach him. he doesn't consider other options. he just goes. and that's terrifying to realise.
* * * Hoseok’s voice was pinched and breathy. That was the first thing Yoongi noticed when he answered the phone.
“Hey, it’s me,” Hoseok said.
“Hey, me.” Yoongi smiled, waiting for Hoseok’s usual heavy sigh. When it didn’t come, he said, “How’s the trip going?”
“It’s going fine,” Hoseok said, in such a tone that made it sound anything but fine. “What are you doing right now?”
“Working.”
“Where?”
Yoongi suppressed a nervous laugh. “Work. Where else?” He tried to keep his voice light, teasing, in the hopes of making Hoseok feel better about whatever was so clearly bothering him.
“Right,” Hoseok said distractedly. Then, like Yoongi’s words had been some kind of epiphany, “Right, obviously. Dumb question.” He laughed humorlessly. “I’m going to go. I just wanted to hear your voice. Bye, hyu—“
“No, no, don’t go. Talk to me,” Yoongi said. The last time he’d heard Hoseok sound like that was when they’d gone to the doctors and he’d been told he might have a tumor. It had turned out to be nothing in the end, but Hoseok had been all over the place in the week before they got the results back. Meals served at weird times, constantly twitchy, distracted. He’d paced erratically around their apartment, tugging at his hair and wearing his fingernails down to the quick.
“What about?” Hoseok said.
Yoongi allowed himself a steadying breath and reminded himself not to sound like a patronizing dick even though it came instinctively in situations like this—where it was obvious what he wanted to talk about and Hoseok knew it. “You sound off,” he said quietly.
Somewhere on Hoseok’s end a car engine rumbled and faded.
“I’m not off,” Hoseok said too quickly for it to be true. “I missed you. I wanted… I w-wanted to hear your voice. It’s nothing.”
“I miss you too,” Yoongi murmured, and got his first real giggle in return. Hoseok always got shy when Yoongi said that. Or when he said anything particularly coupley. “It doesn’t sound like nothing. Did something happen with the guys?”
“Don’t start that again,” Hoseok said with surprising vehemence. “Th-they’re nice people.”
Yoongi pursed his lips. Nice people. Right. Sure. Whatever you say. I’m sure it makes sense that nice people whisper behind your back and secretly double the shots in your drink to get you shitfaced.
He breathed deeply. No he didn’t want to start that argument again either.
“I’m sorry. I’m not trying to start anything. I didn’t mean it to sound like I was. Are you okay?”
“Fine,” Hoseok said airily. “Everything’s fine.” It didn’t sound like he was trying to convince Yoongi, so much as he was trying to convince himself.
“You haven’t texted me an update in a couple of days,” Yoongi said. “What’s been going on?”
“I just told you it’s fine.”
“I meant what have you guys been doing? Tell me all the fun road trip stuff I’m missing out on.”
“Oh. Yeah, right. Right. Obviously.”
Yoongi couldn’t have cared less what Hoseok’s ‘friends’ had been doing, but feigned interest for Hoseok’s sake as Hoseok launched into a jumbled recount of the drive through the French countryside. They’d reached France a few days ago and stayed in a hotel. Hoseok had wanted to spend some time in Paris, or any place with civilization where he could better experience the food and the culture. He’d been practicing French for months before the trip, glowing with enthusiasm and anticipation. But they hadn’t ended up spending much time in the city because the others—Yoongi’s words, not Hoseok’s—were uncultured, inconsiderate assholes. None of them had bothered to learn any French so Hoseok had been their translator for every stupid thing they’d wanted to ask. Hoseok hadn’t said so, but if they hadn’t asked him to translate so they could flirt with a few French girls, Yoongi would be speechless.
It had been decided by majority vote on the second day (all five of them against Hoseok probably just because they felt like being difficult) that they would road-trip across the French countryside because ‘they’d seen enough of the city and they were bored now.’ A car had been rented and off they’d gone.
“It wasn’t so bad,” Hoseok said, like he knew exactly what Yoongi had been thinking. “It’s really pretty out here. I’d have preferred to stay in the city longer, but I don’t mind doing what they want. We stopped at a few nice towns.”
“Did you get a chance to look around them?” Yoongi asked.
“No. Not really. We just stopped for gas.”
“Is that what you’re doing now?” Yoongi asked. Usually, if Hoseok called while he was around the others, there was a chorus of immature noises, swear words, and weird things being yelled down the phone at Yoongi.
“What? No. I’m—we’re—No.”
“Are they all asleep or something then?” Yoongi joked.
“No,” Hoseok mumbled shiftily. “They’re driving.”
“Really? Because it sounds like you’re standing by a road.”
“I am,” Hoseok said, and suddenly his voice was thick. “Um, the car broke down, but we fixed it. Just a flat tire. They’re playing a joke on me now. It’s nothing. They just drove off down the road. They’ll be back.”
Yoongi’s heart sank with a nauseating thump. “What? They left you on the side of the road?”
“Yeah, but it’s just a joke. They did it to Do-Hyun-ah earlier and we went back and got him five minutes later. I mean, it’s been a bit longer than five minutes, but it’s fine. They’ll be back.”
Yoongi swallowed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Be calm. “How long have you been there? What time is it?”
“Hardly any time, really.”
“How long?”
“Forty minutes. I tried calling, but they’re not picking up.” A panicked breath. “It’s fine.”
“Are you near a town?” Yoongi asked through gritted teeth. Now wasn’t the time to lecture Hoseok about his insistence of keeping in contact with wanker friends from high school. “Do you have your wallet?”
“There’s a town like ten miles away. I have my wallet.”
Ten miles. That was manageable. “Okay. Start walking. Do you have your passport?”
Hoseok sniffled. “No. It’s in my bag in the car. But they’ll be back. They wouldn’t just ditch me here.”
“Are you serious right now?” Irritation curled his words cruelly despite his efforts to stop it. If he was honest, he didn’t want to stop it. Any time they talked about Hoseok’s friends, it was like Yoongi had to fight tooth and nail not to grab Hoseok by the shoulders and shake common sense into him. “The first time I met them, Do-Hyun literally told a story about how they left him in Spain.”
“Y-yeah, but he had his passport, they wouldn’t—“
“What time is it there?” He couldn’t have this argument again. He could save it for when they saw each other.
“Five in the evening.”
“Is it cold?” Yoongi pressed.
“A bit.”
“If they don’t come back in the next twenty minutes, start walking towards the town. When you get there, report your passport stolen—missing, whatever.” If Hoseok tried to tell him it wasn’t stolen, he would lose it. “Find a hotel to stay the night in. I’m going to get on the next flight and I’ll be there as soon as I can. Don’t worry, okay? We’ll get this sorted out. Hey, hey… it’s okay, come on…”
Hoseok only whimpered in reply, the soggy sounds of him trying to compose himself cutting out intermittently with each new roar of a passing car.
“You’re going to be okay,” Yoongi said firmly. “I’m gonna come get you. Keep me updated every half hour.”
He paused, unwilling to just hang up. “How much charge does your phone have?”
“About forty percent.”
“Okay. If it’s cold, the battery’s going to run down faster. So turn it off unless you’re using it.”
“Okay.”
Another pause.
“I love you. I’ll text when I’m on the plane.”
“Love you too,” Hoseok mumbled. “I’m going to start walking now, I think.”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Yoongi breathed, smiling. “They can call if they come back and you’re not there.”
“Yeah. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Bye.”
“See you soon.“
Yoongi hung up and gave himself five seconds to groan into his hands. A long, continuous stream of agitation that he let pour out of him, pour and pour and pour and yet by the time he was done the bottomless well inside of him was as unchanged as ever. Then he got up, asked Namjoon to cover for him, and left the office.
The next flight to France was in four hours, which gave him time to go to his and Hoseok’s apartment to pack. He would arrive in France in the early morning, rent a car, and meet up with Hoseok around midday if he drove without stopping. And he was going to drive without stopping.
It only occurred to him how ridiculous he was being once he was in a taxi to the airport. He couldn’t speak any French. Hoseok was the one with all the know-how about France. Hoseok was capable of helping himself far more than Yoongi was. He’d really just made a snap decision to go all the way to another country even though by the time he got there Hoseok would have gotten a hotel, called about his passport, and be completely fine.
The realization had him stifling laughter in both his palms. He had never done something this spontaneous in his life. It was like a movie. And he was shaking a little bit, but kind of in a good way because in less than a day he’s going to be in France with Hoseok. France. Jesus. Fucking. Christ. What the fuck had come over him? He was suffering from temporary insanity or something.
Hoseok texted twice before Yoongi got on the plane. First a simple ‘still walking’ then a ‘I think I’m going to try to hitchhike.’
Concern rose in Yoongi at that. Getting in a car with a stranger was bad enough when it was in your own country, but a foreign one? That had to be the beginning of like fifty true crime documentaries.
Be careful. Text me if anyone picks you up. With their full physical description, license plate and car model, he added mentally, but didn’t text because Hoseok was probably already stressed enough.
He’d be fine. Hoseok told him he would, then that he was turning off his phone again.
Getting through customs was an agonizing process, but at last he boarded the plane and they took off, excitement still buzzing in his veins. He didn’t try to sleep or distract himself. It was easier to just look out the window and let his mind wander. Mostly, he thought about Hoseok’s friends and what he’d like to do to them—not that he would ever punch them, he wasn’t a violent person, but jesus fucking christ did they test his patience. The amount of fights he’d had with Hoseok over them were too many to count. And they were always the same. Yoongi pointed out all the horrible things they did and said, Hoseok defended them like a wet blanket. Yoongi loved him. He did. But Hoseok was a pushover when it came to his friends. If you could even call them friends. It wasn’t like Hoseok even liked the things they did or acted the way they did. He wasn’t that sort of person, but he just put up with it and it was infuriating. Like he was still in high school whenever he was around them and was just desperate to hang out with the popular kids. Every time he came back from a day out with them, he was miserable. But he still did it. And Yoongi just couldn’t fathom why.
He almost couldn’t believe he’d been dating Hoseok for five years and he still didn’t know the reason. Or that they were still together what with how many times Yoongi had told Hoseok his friends were absolute bastards. Sometimes he wondered if Hoseok just put up with his harsh words in the same way he put up with theirs. Maybe Hoseok was just the sort of person to emotionally lay down in a puddle when you asked him to and let you walk over him so your feet didn’t get wet. Yoongi hated that about him, wished he would grow more of a backbone and stand up for himself once in awhile. Properly. Because he might defend his friends when they argued, but in the end he never did anything about it. They just went back to normal the next day. And despite all that, here Yoongi was on a plane to France for Hoseok.
He didn’t even really have the money he’d spent on his ticket, but he’d still spent it without a second thought. Because Hoseok needed him. And he was about to spend more money he didn’t have on renting a car. Then on gas. And food and whatever other expenses might arise before he came home. Hoseok hadn’t asked him to come out. He’d just done that.
It was terrifying and exhilarating to find a new length he’d go to for the person he loved most.
It felt like falling all over again. Breathless like the first time they’d held hands and his heart had pounded so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of chest. The long talks they’d shared over the phone while they were in different universities. The first time they’d kissed, then had sex right afterwards and spent five minutes giggling when they couldn’t get the condom packet open.
“This is killing the mood so bad.”
“Why won’t it open? Who the fuck designed this?”
“We should call the company and complain.”
Yoongi didn’t realize how much time had passed until he saw the ground rising up to meet him. The plane touched down and he disembarked, still thinking about the first few months of his relationship with Hoseok.
It took half an hour and one very confusing conversation for him to rent a car. He converted all the cash he had into euros, got himself something to eat, and had two coffees. Then he began the drive.
Hoseok had texted him the location of the town about halfway through his journey, as well as the fact he’d gotten a lift from an old lady. That had eased some of Yoongi’s nerves about him hitchhiking. An old lady was hardly about to be a threat.
His mind wandered again as he left the city and drove into the countryside, trying his hardest not to speed. The last thing either of them needed was him causing an accident. Eight hours wasn’t too bad of a drive. He’d had to drive twelve whenever he went to visit Hoseok at university. Hoseok hadn’t learned to drive back then—hadn’t really had the money and would only have needed to drive to visit Yoongi—so it had always been Yoongi coming to him. It had upset Yoongi sometimes, when he’d been feeling particularly petty. Why couldn’t Hoseok learn? Yoongi would have paid for his lessons. He’d sometimes thought Hoseok wasn’t as invested as he was in their relationship, but here they were five years later and they loved each other as much as the day they’d first whispered those words.
Yoongi had almost come on the trip with Hoseok and his friends, even if it meant putting up with them for days. He’d wanted to see Hoseok’s reaction to the Eiffel Tower and the food and just the differences between Seoul and Paris. But he hadn’t because he’d known it would only end in him snapping at Hoseok’s friends for whatever wankerish thing they did that pushed him over the edge. He’d known Hoseok had been disappointed, the trip already tainted by the fact Yoongi wouldn’t be there, but fuck if he’d cared at the time. He’d almost been angry that Hoseok would suggest he go with them. Fuck, hadn’t it stuck in Hoseok’s head the million times they’d argued that Yoongi would rather pull his own eyes out than be around people who didn’t seem to have grown out of being frat boys?
He’d been introduced to them two years into their relationship (it would have been much sooner, but most of those two years took place over long-distance, so whenever they did see each other they’d spent all their time in Hoseok’s bed doing one thing or another.) It had been one of the most jarring experiences of his life, and for awhile he’d considered breaking up with Hoseok. What sort of person would be friends with people like that? People who would grow old yelling at their wives, drinking beer, and watching football. It didn’t sound like much when you phrased it like that, but that was the best way Yoongi could describe them. Because everyone he’d met like that was the same. Stupid, disrespectful, probably subtly sexist and definitely not the kind of people you could usually come out to.
The one bone he could throw to Hoseok’s friends was at least they didn’t treat Hoseok differently because he was gay, they just picked on him for other reasons. Like how much of a pussy he was for not drinking as much as them or not having had sex with as many people.
It had taken Yoongi several months to figure out what was really going on. Or at least, the way he’d rationalised his boyfriend being friends with people who were the polar opposite of him. It was an unhealthy relationship. And he knew Hoseok knew it, he just wouldn’t admit it. The harder Yoongi pushed, the more defensive Hoseok got. It made his head hurt and his heart hurt every time Hoseok shrunk from the truth. It made him want to bang his head against a wall. Why can’t you just let them go? Just let them go. All you have to do is not talk to them. It can’t be that hard. Just fucking let go. I love you so much, you don’t need them. I love you so much, you’ll have me if you let them go. You won’t be alone. What are you so afraid of?
None of that came out whenever they argued though. Just a lot of swearing. And tears. And then silence. And he knew saying ‘it can’t be that hard’ was stupid because obviously it was hard or Hoseok would have done it already. And calling Hoseok a pushover was mean, too, but it was just so fucking frustrating.
He’d resorted to reading books on how to communicate better this last year. Every conversation they had, he tried to be mindful of how he phrased things. The last few arguments hadn’t been so bad because of this. He knew he was a reactive mess and he struggled to comprehend people being illogical because he’d never had that problem. If he didn’t like someone, he said so. If someone said something out of line, he called them out. It was simple. It came naturally to him. He was just logical like that. Wasn’t he? He’d just hopped on a plane to a foreign country and was driving for eight hours because his boyfriend had called him crying. How was that logical? How was the fact he’d stayed with Hoseok for this long despite the glaring issue in any way logical?
Because he loved him and he’d always loved him. Any time Hoseok and he hung out without Hoseok’s friends it was perfect. Hoseok got on well with Yoongi’s friends. In fact, they were Hoseok’s friends now too. Everyone loved him. But everyone drew the line with his friends. It had been made clear years ago that no one liked them.
How did Hoseok feel about that? Yoongi didn’t know. He should know, Hoseok should be able to tell him anything. Yoongi wanted to spend the rest of his life with Hoseok, but every day felt more and more impossible when he thought of Hoseok’s friends being attached to their forever. He wasn’t going to have kids with someone who wouldn’t be able to teach them how to stand up for themselves.
Yoongi pulled over to the side of the road abruptly, stamping on the breaks. The seatbelt dug into his shoulder. He couldn’t breathe or see for tears.
God, what was he thinking? He couldn’t break up with Hoseok. Was that what he’d been thinking about just now? It felt like it. Hadn’t he thought of that every time they’d fought, and every time he’d ignored it because it wasn’t that big of a deal. Like, okay, Hoseok’s friends were rude to him or got him extra drunk or pulled stupid frat boy pranks, but… This time it was beyond a prank. And if Hoseok couldn’t see that then Yoongi didn’t know what he’d do. He couldn’t go on like this, even if he wanted to marry Hoseok and adopt kids and live the rest of his life with him. He couldn’t do that if Hoseok didn’t let them go.
He gripped the steering wheel, letting his head fall forward to rest against his knuckles. And he cried loudly, glad of the privacy that being in the middle of nowhere afforded him.
He was really going to break up with the love of his life.
He couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Hoseok, but at what point did someone become a lost cause? At what point did you have to start taking care of yourself instead of them? Three years ago would probably have been the right time. After their first big argument. Fuck this, if you want to hang out with them, then you can’t have me. If they had ever done to him any of the stuff they did to Hoseok, he wouldn’t have stayed. If Hoseok had tried to defend them doing that, he’d have been gone in a heartbeat. But enough was enough. He’d talk to Hoseok when he got to the hotel. If he left it any longer, he was sure he would chicken out. He just needed to say it all. Everything he’d never said. Even if it meant writing it down because he couldn’t verbalise it.
And then… well… he’d see where that left them. By tonight, maybe he would be single for the first time since university. Maybe he would be engaged. Maybe they would just be back to square one and nothing would have changed and they would continue like normal until they died.
Half an hour later, he felt composed enough to drive again, and slowly pulled back onto the road.
Twice he almost stopped. Five times, he changed his mind about talking to Hoseok. Kissing and hugging and hotel sex sounded way better than an emotional talk. But every time he thought that, he forced himself to come to his senses.
He pulled up in the hotel car park a little before lunchtime.
Hoseok had texted him that he’d left an extra room key with the man at the front desk. Yoongi had spent the last twenty minutes of his car ride playing and replaying the short recording Hoseok had sent him of how to ask for the key and explain he had a friend staying here. Still, he got it wrong and ended up just playing the recording out loud to the man at the desk. Whereupon the man handed him a key and shooed him away, probably because Yoongi looked like shit and was scaring off other people in the lobby.
Every muffled thump of his shoes on the carpeted stairs made the whole surreal situation just that little bit more concrete. When he reached the door, he didn’t move to open it. His legs felt brittle and unbalanced, the lack of sleep going to his head dizzyingly.
For awhile, he just stood there, staring blankly at the brass number ten nailed to the wood. The door was the last shield between them. Hoseok was probably eating lunch, thinking about how great it would be to have Yoongi in France with him. Anticipating his arrival. Hoseok would smile when he walked in, squeeze him so tight his ribs would feel like they were about to crack. Then he’d kiss him, long and hard. Then in little pecks while he talked excitedly. In that order. And Yoongi knew that because Hoseok was his everything.
He took a breath. Maybe it would be easier to just propose and deal with the friends forever.
Another breath, harsher now. No, that was stupid. He would just resent Hoseok more than he already resented him now. It wasn’t fair to resent him, but a part of Yoongi did. They wouldn’t be in this position if Hoseok could just let his shitty friends go. They could be happy. Properly happy. But this was always going to be in the way and Yoongi couldn’t face the rest of his life repeating the same argument. He couldn’t face seeing Hoseok let himself get hurt anymore.
He let himself into the room before he could second guess his thought process.
The lights were off and the curtains were closed, midday sun peaking through the small gaps in the thin fabric. A pair of socks, a jacket and a pair of jeans were folded neatly on the arm of a chair. Only Hoseok’s hair was visible beneath the rumpled duvet.
Yoongi closed the door behind him and stripped down to his shirt and boxers, all his resolve melting away.
Careful as he was, Hoseok groaned faintly when he slid beneath the duvet. He snuggled close, dropping a kiss on Hoseok’s forehead as Hoseok squinted at him through bleary, half asleep eyes. “Shh, go back to sleep, it’s just me. I’m here now.”
“You really came,” Hoseok whispered, voice gravelly with sleep.
“Mmhmm,” Yoongi said. He smoothed Hoseok’s hair back from his forehead. “Of course I did. I love you.”
Hoseok’s eyes slid shut, cheeks reddening. “Love you too. Right up to the moon and back.”
He rolled over slowly so Yoongi could curl around him, their hands intertwined on Hoseok’s stomach. Yoongi pressed a tiny kiss to the nape of his neck before settling down properly and letting sleep wrap around him.
Just as he was about to drop off, Hoseok mumbled something.
“Hmm?” Yoongi said, physically too tired to open his mouth.
“They didn’t come for me.”
Yoongi extracted his hand long enough to rub his eyes. Stay awake. Don’t say I told you so. Dick move. “Yeah.” “You came for me,” Hoseok said faintly.
“Yeah. I did.” He waited for Hoseok to say something else, but after five minutes, he felt Hoseok’s breathing even out.
It took even less time for Yoongi to fall asleep, promising himself he’d deal with everything when he woke up. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to have a calm conversation after travelling for over twelve hours.
They would talk tomorrow.
The first thing he became aware of was that he was the only one in the bed, but Hoseok’s side was still warm and smelled of calendula bodywash. He’d been there, right beside Yoongi, all night. Yesterday hadn’t been a complete fever dream.
“Hoseok-ah?”
The second thing was the shower running, a low hum and splash that made it very easy to fall back into his doze.
When he opened his eyes again, he noticed his bag was open. Hoseok was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing some of the clothes he’d brought.
“Stop staring, perv,” he said, throwing a grin over his shoulder.
Yoongi sighed, content. He held out his hand, still too tired to speak, but needing Hoseok to come back to bed, needing him to understand without words how important it was they stick close together right now.
“In a minute. Did you know this place does room service? Isn’t that cool?”
It was cool, but Yoongi couldn’t muster the energy to nod.
He waved his hand in a whatever gesture when Hoseok asked if there was anything specific he wanted.
The light outside was disorienting. Almost the same as the light had been when he lay down. Had he slept for twenty-four hours? Or had he only been asleep a few minutes? He groped for his phone, but it was with his clothes on the floor. Hoseok’s lay on the bedside table, charging with Yoongi’s charger.
Hoseok crawled back into bed on his hands and knees, leaning down to give him a gentle kiss.
Yoongi did his best to accept it. Kissing was way more effort than he remembered, but Hoseok’s mouth was so warm and felt as heavenly as ever against his.
“Time?” he asked. “Day?”
“It’s almost two in the afternoon. You arrived yesterday. I can’t believe you slept this long. I was kind of worried.”
Another kiss. Hoseok slid his fingers through Yoongi’s hair, tucking it behind his ears. His cheeks were rosy, eyes alight and alert.
“Long drive,” Yoongi breathed.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” Hoseok laughed, one of the happiest, most joyous sounds in the universe. And way too loud for how early it was. “This is so cool. It’s like in a film. Oh my god. You’re here.”
Yoongi would have snorted, but that felt like a lot of effort too. He smiled softly. “I’m amazing.”
“You are,” Hoseok agreed, kissing the tip of his nose. “I love you.”
“You too.”
“You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
He was a horrible boyfriend, but the mood was too good to ruin.
“Yeah?” he murmured, accepting another kiss.
He breathed out slowly as they broke apart, relaxing beneath Hoseok’s warm body. They fitted together with no thought at all.
“Yeah, the best,” Hoseok giggled, peppering kisses across his face. He kissed Yoongi’s cheeks, his forehead, then, ever so lightly, his chin, before tilting his head up and capturing Yoongi’s mouth.
“No,” Yoongi groaned half-heartedly, catching the hand Hoseok was sliding down his side. “Too tired.” It felt wrong to do anything with Hoseok knowing they might not be together by tonight. “Can we just… lay here for awhile?”
“Okay,” Hoseok mumbled against his lips, “But I do seem to remember you saying sleepy morning hands stuff was your favourite. You don’t even have to move. I might reconsider giving head.”
Yoongi snorted. “Stop trying to seduce me.”
“Fine,” Hoseok sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. “I guess you’ve grown immune to my charm.”
Yoongi gazed at Hoseok. Bare faced and puffy eyed from sleep, hair still damp, skin shining from the shower. “I don’t think I could ever be immune to it…”
A lump rose in his throat, but he swallowed it. This was them at their best, but it wasn’t enough to put up with the stress of them at their worst.
He tugged on the front of Hoseok’s shirt. “Come on. Lay down properly. Spoon me.”
Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows. “Ooo, why don’t I just show you my bare ankles while I’m at it? Break all the rules. Oh my, is that a calve? Nasty.”
Yoongi rolled onto his side, chuckling.
Hoseok flopped down behind him, so close Yoongi could feel him breathing.
“You smell of plane,” Hoseok remarked, carding his fingers through Yoongi’s hair.
Yoongi hummed in agreement.
“Shower after breakfast, okay?”
“‘Kay… But you’re not getting in with me.”
“I already had a shower.”
“Like that would stop you.”
When breakfast came, Hoseok made Yoongi stay in bed. He sat cross legged beside him, feeding him little bits of everything. Yoongi may or may not have eaten a snail, he wasn’t sure. Hoseok was so excited about explaining what the food was that he was speaking at hyper-speed. Everything he hadn’t been able to say around his friends poured out of him when he was with Yoongi. Often Yoongi had to ask him to slow down so he could understand what he was saying, but he didn’t bother today. It was enough to just see Hoseok so animated. Red with self consciousness, grinning from ear to ear, hands moving with his words.
When he stopped, Yoongi rubbed his back, feeling the jitter of his nerves. It took a few minutes for Hoseok to relax.
“You should eat something too,” he said, kissing Hoseok’s cheek softly. “I’m going to shower.”
“Can we go out afterwards?” Hoseok asked abruptly. “Like… around town. If you’re not too tired. I know yesterday was a lot. Like, really a lot.”
“I’ll see how I feel after I’m out of the shower,” Yoongi murmured, heart melting. He wanted nothing more than to walk until their feet hurt just to see Hoseok happy.
He spent much longer than usual in the shower, dreading getting out. They weren’t going to go round town. He wasn’t going to indulge Hoseok when it would make the inevitable crappy conversation all the more jarring for him.
“So?” Hoseok said, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s waist as he stepped out of the bathroom. “How are you feeling?“
Yoongi sucked his top lip into his mouth, breathing out through his nose. He put his hand on Hoseok’s arm gently.
Hoseok’s eyes clouded with confusion. “What’s that look for?” he asked softly, kissing Yoongi’s chin.
“Y-you know I love you, right?” Yoongi managed, blinking hard.
Hoseok frowned. “I love you too. What is it?”
“We need to talk. About your friends—wait, no, please just hear me out.”
Hoseok let go of him, turning on his heel. “I have told you again and again they’re my friends, you can’t do anything about that—Will you just LET IT GO?”
“No, I can’t fucking let it go,” Yoongi snapped, three years worth of anger hitting its boiling point, like it always did, before he could think to stop it. Not that he ever wanted to stop it because a mean, nasty, awful part of him craved taking it out on Hoseok because there was no one else to take it out on. “They treat you like shit. Look me in the eye and tell me they’ve even called you to explain ditching you in a—LET ME FINISH! HAVE THEY CALLED YOU?“
Hoseok whirled on him, seething. “NO, they haven’t fucking called me and that’s fine.”
“In what world is that fine? Can you imagine me ditching you in a foreign country without a passport? Would you still date me if I treated you like that? Well?” Furious tears streaked Yoongi’s cheeks. He was doing this all wrong, all over again, but his mouth was working too fast for him to stop, trying to get a word in edgewise before Hoseok could interrupt. “Jesus Christ, Hoseok-ah, they’re toxic. They’re disgusting and they don’t respect you. Why are you even friends with them?”
“I don’t have to listen to this,” Hoseok mumbled, grabbing his jacket off the chair. His face was crumpled in concentration, tears glinting but not falling. “I’m not going to defend myself. I don’t owe you an explanation.”
He owed Yoongi the biggest fucking explanation on the planet, but as Yoongi watched him begin shoving his feet into his worn trainers, the angry words died in his throat.
“W-wait, I don’t want to argue,” he rasped, reaching for Hoseok in desperation. “Can’t we just talk?”
Hoseok shrugged him off, glaring. “Talk? I’m not going to sit and listen to you insult my friends. Or me. I don’t need to hear you judge my choices. I don’t have to explain my friendships to you so you can decide if the reasons are good enough for you.”
“I just want to know why you’re friends with them,” Yoongi whispered weakly.
“And I’ve said I don’t have to defend my choices!” Hoseok spat, lacing up his trainers with a sharp yank.
“I’m not asking you to defend anything. I want to know why you’re friends with them.”
“That’s the same thing,” Hoseok yelled, flinging his hands in the air. “Why are you even friends with them?” he mimicked Yoongi’s voice, etching quotation marks around the words. “That’s judging me. Insulting them.”
A string of broken little no’s tumbled from Yoongi’s lips as Hoseok started towards the door. “You don’t understand what I’m saying. I’ve been judging you all this time, but now I’m just asking. I want to understand. I just want to understand. I’m not asking why are you even friends with them. I’m asking why are YOU friends with them? What do you get out of it? What makes you like them? It’s like, if someone asked you why you loved me, you know? Does that make sense? I don’t know how to explain it, but I’m not judging you. I want to understand. Please help me understand. Don’t leave, I can’t do this anymore, if you walk out that door we’re over.” He clapped both hands over his mouth, stomach lurching, heart pounding. He hadn’t even meant to say it.
Hoseok stopped with his fingers on the door handle, looking over his shoulder at Yoongi with a face as pale as death, then as red and blotchy and uncomprehendingly confused as a baby’s in the moment where it looks like it can’t decide if it’s going to cry or laugh. His eyebrows drew down, head shaking just a fraction from side to side. His lips quivered, eyes searching Yoongi’s face, searching for the indication this was some sick joke.
It felt like neither of them were breathing.
Yoongi kept his hands pressed to his mouth.
It was too late to try and take the words back, but he knew he would do everything in his power to revoke them if he didn’t keep his hands where they were. But he had to say something. What he’d said wasn’t nearly enough to explain everything he’d kept bottled up.
Realisation dawned in Hoseok’s eyes slowly. Away went the tremor of a smile, leaving a ghastly look of terror in its wake. Hoseok’s chest heaved, a hand coming to his forehead, eyes squeezing tight shut like he was trying to block out the room. Again, he shook his head. Again, hair flopping from side to side, dreadful, gut wrenching noises ripping themselves from him. Dragged from some place deep within him, rocking his body.
“I love you,” Yoongi blurted, throat burning with the force of the words. “But I need us to sit down and have a proper conversation about this. I need to understand what’s going on because you’re always miserable when you’re with them, when you come back from being with them. I’ve seen them pick on you. I’ve seen them push you around. And I’m not trying to judge your choices, but I need to understand them because seeing you hurt kills me. Not being able to do anything about it kills me. I want you to be happy. But they’re making you unhappy. I am making you unhappy every time we fight. I don’t understand why you put yourself through that. And I need to understand. Because if I’m wrong and you just enjoy their company then you aren’t the person I think you are because they aren’t good people. And that would mean you’re not a good person if you truly think the things they do are acceptable. But I don’t think you’re like that because you’ve never treated me badly. I’ve never seen you treat anyone badly but yourself. So make me understand. Please.”
“They’re my friends,” Hoseok sobbed, shoulders hunching, teeth clacking together.
“But why are you friends with them?” Yoongi cried, pleading, desperate. He wanted to tear his hair out, shake Hoseok, break something, anything to get a reaction out of Hoseok that was different because if he had to hear that sentence one more time it would drive him insane. It was like one unending, internal scream inside him. “Tell me why you hang out with them. What appeals to you? Make me understand. MAKE ME UNDERSTAND PLEASE. I JUST WANT TO UNDER—“
“THEY WERE THE ONLY ONES WHO TREATED ME NORMALLY WHEN MY PARENTS DIED!” Hoseok screamed, so loud it hurt Yoongi’s ears. The noise was unhinged, spit and tears and a frightening, wild, animalistic howl of words and pain. “EVERYONE ELSE WALKED ON EGGSHELLS AROUND ME, BUT THEY DIDN’T AND THEY NEVER HAVE. IT DOESN’T MATTER HOW CRAP I FEEL ABOUT SOMETHING AND HOW MUCH OTHER PEOPLE CODDLE ME, THEY ALWAYS TREAT ME LIKE I’M NORMAL. I KNOW THEY’RE PIECES OF SHIT AND THEY MAKE ME FEEL LIKE SHIT, BUT I DON’T KNOW HOW TO STOP. THEY REMIND ME OF THE WORST TIME IN MY LIFE AND HOW I GOT THROUGH IT BECAUSE THEY WERE THERE BEING ASSHOLES TO ME AND IT FELT GOOD. BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE WAS BEING SICKENINGLY NICE AND I JUST WANTED SOMEONE TO MAKE A DEAD PARENTS JOKE AND CALL ME A NAME AND TREAT ME LIKE I WASN’T GOING TO FALL APART. I’M NOT FUCKING STUPID, I KNOW FRIENDS DON’T LEAVE FRIENDS IN FOREIGN COUNTRIES, THATS JUST INSANE. BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO STOP. I… I don’t know how to stop…” He gasped for air, fingers raking through his hair. His whole body was shaking, feet taking him back and forth in the small space between the door and the table Yoongi stood on the other side of. “D-don’t go, I can’t—don’t go, you can’t go, you can’t. Hyung, don’t go. I can’t lose you too. Don’t go. Don’t go. Don—“
Yoongi rushed to him, engulfing him in a hug so fierce it made him cry out. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said roughly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”
Hoseok sobbed loudly into his shoulder. “But you thought it. I don’t understand. I feel sick.”
“It’s okay, just breathe,” Yoongi whispered. “Breathe. You’re panicking, feeling sick is normal. It’ll pass. I’m not going anywhere. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to have kids with you. I’m not going anywhere.”
“What?” Hoseok asked hoarsely, pushing away just enough to look up at him. Tears bead in his eyes, plopping onto his shirt. “Y-you want to have kids with me?”
Oh for god's sake, what was wrong with his mouth? He hadn’t meant to say that anymore than he’d meant to give Hoseok that ultimatum so harshly.
“Th-that’s not what we should be talking about right now,” Yoongi said, cheeks hot. “I don’t know if that’s even possible. I still don’t want to watch you let them hurt you all the time. I-I get why you do now, but I can’t…” He stared at their feet, chin wobbling. “It feels so shitty saying them or me, but I just don’t want to stand by anymore and watch. I don’t want our kids to see their dad let that happen to himself. What kind of message would that send to them?”
Hoseok hiccuped. “So I’m not good parent material?”
“You’d be an amazing dad,” Yoongi said, taking Hoseok’s face in his hands tenderly. “You’re so good with kids it makes me want to suggest getting our own every time I see you with them.”
“But?” Hoseok whispered, a large tear slipping down his cheek.
Yoongi swallowed thickly. “But I think you need to be able to set boundaries yourself before you can teach a kid how to do that. I-I have shit to work on too. I think my communication could really use some work.”
Hoseok sniffed. “You’re doing an okay job now. Sorry I’m not good enough.” He tried to wipe his eyes but Yoongi got there first.
“That’s not what I said. You’d be an amazing dad. You—we both have stuff to work on. I’m not ready to be a dad either.”
Hoseok smiled weakly, making Yoongi’s throat constrict.
“I’m really sorry I made you tell me like that,” he mumbled, tucking a lock of hair behind Hoseok’s ear. “We never really… talk about your parents…”
He’d often wanted to ask about them, the people who would be, for all intents and purposes, his parents in law, but Hoseok always got so choked up when he tried to tell Yoongi things, so Yoongi had let it be. Hoseok had only really told him the basics. Happy childhood, car accident. Both parents dead before he’d graduated high school.
It been extremely hard for Hoseok to meet Yoongi’s parents. They’d waited a long time. He’d cried intermittently on the drive back home, mumbling about how lovely they were and how lucky Yoongi was. How lucky he, himself, was to have found Yoongi and by proxy found them.
It didn’t help that a lot of Hoseok’s memories of his parents were hazy and grew hazier as the years went by. He’d written out as many memories as he could when he’d realised he was beginning to forget things, but he’d never shown the writing to Yoongi. Yoongi had been afraid to ask incase he said no. Even more so incase he said yes. He’d never been sure he could handle seeing in detail what Hoseok had lost. He didn’t know how Hoseok had lived through it. Well… maybe he did now. As much as he hated Hoseok’s friends, they’d helped Hoseok stay sane, even if they were destroying him in the process.
“It’s just really hard,” Hoseok whimpered, lifting his hands uselessly and dropping them like dead weights.
Yoongi nodded, trying for all he was worth to show just with his eyes how much he understood and was paying attention to Hoseok and only Hoseok. He was all that mattered in this moment. The world had stopped turning just so it could listen to him.
“It makes no sense.”
“Doesn’t have to make sense,” Yoongi murmured. “But they’re hurting you.”
“I deserve to be hurt,” Hoseok whispered, bowing his head.
Yoongi lifted it again, shaking his head. “You deserve to be happy.” He wanted to demand to know why Hoseok would think that, but asking somehow didn’t feel right. He would let Hoseok explain what he could. He’d already opened up to Yoongi more in the last five minutes than he had in years.
“I should miss them more. Sometimes I go days without being sad now. Sometimes I don’t think about them.”
“You can’t spend your life miserable,” Yoongi said. “They wouldn’t want that.”
“It feels like I’m forgetting them. Like I don’t love them properly anymore. But having the guys around… it brings it back. It’s horrible, but I feel guilty if I’m not feeling horrible. It feels like I’m losing mum and dad all over again if I let them go.”
Yoongi drew Hoseok into a hug, burying his face in Hoseok’s shoulder. He let his fingers thread through Hoseok’s hair. After a moment, Hoseok lifted his arms and hugged back.
“Just because you don’t think about them every second of the day doesn’t mean you love them any less. It definitely doesn’t mean you should torture yourself. Your parents would want you to be happy, Hoseok-ah.”
Hoseok heaved a shuddering sob, fingers twisting into the back of his shirt. “I don’t want to lose anyone else.”
“You’re going to have me,” Yoongi whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of Hoseok’s head. “And you’ll have Jiminie, Jungkookie, Tae, Seokjin-hyung, Namjoon-ah… You’ll have our kids, if we have them. Maybe our grandkids, if our kids don’t turn out to be incels or serial killers, or, you know, whatever the other reasons are people don’t have kids. Actually, quite a lot of serial killers have kids.”
Hoseok laughed wetly. “Why are you talking about our kids being serial killers?”
“To make you laugh. Wait, I forgot, you’re trying to be the most miserable person in the universe. I’m probably messing that plan up for you right now, aren’t I?”
Hoseok nodded into his shoulder. “Little bit, yeah.”
“Good,” Yoongi said. “I’m going to keep on doing that.”
He could feel Hoseok’s tears on his neck. His own were still dampening his face. He didn’t try to stop them.
“I’m sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t tell me this,” Yoongi said quietly, his own chest hitching. “I love you. I don’t want to lose you either. I love you so much. Please let me help you.”
“How?” Hoseok asked.
“However you need me to,” Yoongi replied. “I’ll tell them never to come near you again. I’ll delete their numbers from your phone, block them from calling. We can even move to a different apartment if you don’t want them knowing where you live.”
Hoseok gave a half-hearted chuckle, pulling back. His eyes were red, lashes wet and stuck together. His skin looked sore. “Maybe not the moving apartment thing. That’s a bit much.”
“But the other things?” Yoongi asked tentatively.
Hoseok’s bottom lip trembled. “I think so. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want you to be unhappy because of me. I just…”
Yoongi nodded, prompting him silently to continue when he hesitated.
“I think I’ll really need your help with a lot of things.”
Yoongi smiled. “That’s what I'm here for. Apparently I’ll quite literally do anything for you.”
“There’s so many reasons I’m not ready to have children.”
“But you want children?”
Hoseok nodded emphatically, inching closer. “I want your children.”
“Then it doesn’t matter if you have stuff to work on,” Yoongi said, pressing their foreheads together. “You can work on it with me. And with a therapist, if you feel like it.”
“With you.”
“Okay.” He hadn’t expected Hoseok to want to go to a therapist so soon anyway.
The reality of the situation set in when Hoseok kissed him, fingers hooked into the belt loops of his jeans. No more fighting, no more abject misery and discomfort etched into Hoseok’s face. The friends weren’t coming back. He would help Hoseok make sure of that. They could deal with everything else piece by piece. Maybe they would take trips together to make up for how terrible this one had been. Maybe they would come with their kids. Because they were going to spend the rest of their lives together.
Hoseok’s mouth tasted like tears. The pressure of his hips against Yoongi’s was making Yoongi’s whole body flush. And there was something unexplainable about the way Hoseok had said not just “children” but “your children” that made Yoongi weak in the knees.
“Marry me,” Hoseok breathed, speaking into the kiss. “Marry me.”
Yoongi’s body went as still as a rock, lips pausing mid-kiss. He stared at Hoseok, frozen and speechless, trying to read Hoseok’s face as much as Hoseok was so clearly trying to read his.
Clumsily, Hoseok backed up a step, tugging at something on his right hand.
“These are my parents' wedding rings,” he said, voice cracking. He held two thin bands of gold up for Yoongi to see, glancing at the floor on either side of him. “Uhm…”
It was too much. Yoongi burst into tears. “A-are you sure?”
Hoseok looked at the rings, shoulders lifting in a shrug. He smiled softly, sadly as he picked up the bigger one. “This was my dad’s. If it doesn’t fit you, I’d prefer not to get it resized. I want to keep it as it’s always been, you know? But… I want you to have it. Just… put it in your jewellery box or something. If you lose it, I’m going to resent you forever, though, I hope you know that.”
Yoongi nodded breathlessly. “Of course. I’ll keep it safe. Always.”
He could hardly believe this was happening. “Are you sure?” he croaked again as Hoseok placed the ring in his palm, the metal warm and heavy. “I mean, it’s your dad’s, are you sure? You don’t have to.”
“Yes I do,” Hoseok whimpered, eyes still fixed on the ring. “I want you to have it. I trust you and I love you. I know you’ll look after it. Now are you going to marry me or not?“
A hysterical laugh bubbled up Yoongi’s throat. “Yes. Yes, obviously. Yes. I love you. Yes. I love you. Yes. Yes. Ye—“
Their teeth knocked together, the kiss off centre and miscalculated in the midst of laughter and tears and trying to catch their breaths. Yoongi’s head was spinning, heart pumping violently. The ring felt like it burned into his skin where he held it, gripped as tightly as humanly possible. His head hurt. His eyes hurt from crying. His teeth hurt a little now too, but he couldn’t have cared less.
He kissed Hoseok’s nose, his cheeks, kissed away the tears clinging to his jawline until Hoseok was giggling foolishly.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too. Can we lay down? I’m feeling a bit… wobbly.” Hoseok put his hands on Yoongi’s chest. He was still shaking.
“Yeah, of course… fiancé.”
Hoseok giggled harder.
He sat on the edge of the bed and Yoongi bent down to take off his shoes for him.
“Thank you, fiancé,” Hoseok said once he was done.
They lay down facing each other on top of the covers, tangling their legs.
“We can go into town later and get a chain for me to put this on,” Yoongi said, holding up the ring. “And so long as your dad’s ghost doesn’t haunt me then I’m never taking it off. So we have to make sure it’s not one of those chains that turns your skin green.”
Hoseok snorted softly and nodded. “No haunting. I think he’d like you. He…” he swallowed. “You remind me of him sometimes.”
“Mental incest. Nice.”
“Shut up,” Hoseok groaned. “Take this seriously.”
Yoongi inched closer. “I am taking this seriously. Do I remind you of your mum too?”
Hoseok shrugged. “Sometimes.” He wiped his eyes quickly.
“Do… you want to tell me why?”
Hoseok shook his head, mouth turning down as more tears came. “Not right now,” he choked. “Oh, god, who’s going to walk me down the aisle?”
“Who said you’re the one walking down the aisle?” Yoongi teased, only it came out more like a whimper. “We can walk each other down.”
“What about your parents?”
“Okay, then they can walk us down, if you’re okay with it. We don’t need to decide anything now. The wedding could be years away. There’s no rush. We have a lot to talk about first.”
Hoseok nodded, relieved. “Yeah. You’re right. Shit. I can’t believe I just proposed. In France. After you flew out to meet me.”
“Best engagement story ever,” Yoongi said. “Seokjin-hyung isn’t going to believe us.” Hoseok’s face fell. “I… I know I haven’t made the best impression with him. And all your friends really. Because of my… ex-friends…”
Yoongi smiled. Ex-friends had never sounded like a more positive word. “You don’t have to worry about it. They all love you. And they’ll be so happy for you. And they will all expect to be best men at our wedding.” He kissed Hoseok softly. “And they will not rest until we tell them they can be.”
They stayed in bed most of the day, cuddling and dozing and, mainly in Hoseok’s case, crying on and off. They talked a lot about Hoseok’s now ex-friends, wedding ideas kept popping up even though realistically they both knew there wouldn’t be a wedding for a good few years. Yoongi gave Hoseok a massage. They ordered more food. They watched a film. By the time night fell, Hoseok almost looked back to normal. A weight had lifted from him whether he wanted to admit it or not. And it seemed he did.
“I feel better,” he said quietly when Yoongi asked. “It’s a relief knowing I won’t have to see them anymore. That we won’t fight.”
“We’re going to fight,” Yoongi chuckled, kissing his neck. “Just not about them. Wedding fights, parenting fights…”
“You don’t have to be so technical about it.”
“Fights because I’m so technical about things.”
Hoseok sighed, grinning.
They went out for dinner, walking hand in hand through the streets. Yoongi let Hoseok order the food and this time actually took in Hoseok’s words when he talked about it. They ate, they drank, they found a cinema and sat through a French film with no subtitles, debating in whispers what the characters were talking about. Hoseok managed to translate a little here and there, and they fell about giggling whenever their predictions were right.
By the time they got back to the hotel, they had made plans to drive back to Paris tomorrow and stay there a few days. Heads cloudy with wine, they undressed each other and fell into bed. This time, Yoongi didn’t stop Hoseok when his hand slid down his body.
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Pairing: Min Yoongi (feat. Taehyung and Jungkook)
Genre: angst
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"Hyung" Taehyung said in a barely audible voice "Is that true? What Hoseok-hyung said?"
He stood in the middle of the living room with his jaw clenched while Taehyung and Jungkook stared at him in shock. The silence weighed on him. He only still lacked contempt from them, he thought, staring at the floor, not wanting to look at the guys.
“Are you really dating _______?” Jungkook asked. Chills went through his skin as he heard the condemnation in his youngers' voices.
“Why did you keep your relationship in a secret? Why did you yesterday…” Taehyung's trembling voice broke off, unable to finish the question.
“Hyung, how could you…” Jungkook started to say, but Yoongi interrupted him
"Enough! I don't have to explain anything! At least not for both of you!" shouted Yoongi, waving them away with his hand.
“Can you explain what you did _______?!” Jungkook snorted in annoyance, raising his voice.
“I noticed a lot of you care about my girlfriend!” growled Yoongi, meeting Jungkook's gaze
“Whose fault is this? If you hadn’t hidden anything from the very beginning, this fucking situation would not have happened at all!” Taehyung shouted sharply. “Let's go, Jungkook!” Taehyung said as he lightly pushed Jungkook towards the exit.
“I hope you can at least explain what you did to yourself, hyung!” Jungkook drill him with a furious look. “It would be better if _______ date with Hoseok, at least he sincerely loves her!” Jungkook said in frustration before following Taehyung who left the room.
Jungkook's words were like a blow. Yoongi recoiled, taking a step back. He overturned the coffee table in front of him as rage filled his veins. All the alcohol he had tried to drown his guilt in had vanished without a trace, forcing him to face reality.
He walked out of the dorm; he didn't want to face any more condemnation from the other members. He chuckled as Jungkook's words echoed in his head again. How could he explain this act to you, if he could not even explain it to himself. And what was he thinking yesterday. Although alcohol and a feeling of jealousy were thinking for him yesterday.
And why didn't he give in to the impulse to snatch your hand from Hoseok's grip. Show that only he can touch you. Only he owns your body. Only he owns your heart. He closed his eyes as tears streamed down his cheeks. Owned. What is the point of thinking about all this now when he did such a monstrous thing? Why doesn't he remember anything? This part annoyed him the most. Damn, he swore as he walked into his studio.
He came in and froze when he saw traces of his fight with you. He picked up your broken phone from the floor and froze when he saw the underwear still lying on the floor. He growled with rage as he tossed it into the trash can. He sat down in a chair, leaning back. How did it happen that he brought someone here? He opened the camera records looking through that night. He had to see for himself what kind of trash he was. He straightened up abruptly when he walked into the studio all alone in the middle of the night.
What is it, he asked himself incredulously. Yoongi definitely felt something when you woke him up. That's why he was sure that he slept with someone. Yoongi watched as he undressed and collapsed onto the couch. If he came alone, then where did come from ... He froze when some girl came into his studio after a while. What the hell, he breathed. He paused the video, pulling out his phone. He's seen this face before. He was flipping through photos of the party when he came across a group photo. It's her, he zoomed onto the photo. He vaguely remembered which of their friends she came with, but this girl works in their agency. He noticed too often that she was constantly looking at him. And not just that evening. She always paid too much attention to him. But that evening she didn't take her eyes off him for a second, that was the main reason why he couldn't even look at you.
He scurried to turn on the video and swore when she came over and kissed him. No wonder he didn't remember anything, his mind was too clouded and drunk at that moment. His eyes widened every second as he watched this girl kissing down his body. He abruptly got up from his chair. When she lowered his boxers, she began to caress him with her mouth. What the fuck is going on here? Yoongi's hand tangled in her hair as his hips rose to meet her actions.
A spasm in his stomach made him double over. If there was something in his stomach, he would definitely vomit from what he saw. Fuck, he growled. The situation did not fit in his head at all. He remembered that she gave him a drink when he got into the taxi. Did she add something to it? He couldn't have been so aroused in a almost unconscious state. She's not normal, Yoongi groaned as he backed away as the girl rode his thighs. He almost laughed hysterically when he saw that the girl had deliberately left her panties near the sofa.
He cut out a piece of the video and sent it to you. While it didn't change the fact that he slept with someone, it absolutely changed why it happened at all.
He cut out the girl's face from the photo and sent a letter to his manager asking him to find her contacts.
This is some kind of joke, he growled, slamming the table hard. He felt sick from the whole situation. What rational person would do such a thing? He shook his head, trying to figure out what he had just seen. What was this girl hoping for anyway? Did this girl know you two were dating? And that was how this girl made you two break up?
He remembered the words you yelled at him about whether you should see how it got here. You really should have seen it then. As he in general, although this did not change his terrible behavior at the club.
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