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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.

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.

TBC

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infinitesoleil · 1 year

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Happiness Looks Good on You

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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#bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #sope #infinitesoleil on ao3 #sope fic #yoonseok fic #sope fanfiction #yoongi x hoseok #Sope fanfic #yoonseok #friends to lovers

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yooniessunshine · 1 year

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Sope face issues in their relationship. Will they be able to stay together?

Inspired by song Up by Olly Murs feat. Demi Lovato

Moodboards by @Soperfect0918 on twitter 🤗💜

Thank you @moonsunshine94 on here and twitter for your help 🤗💜

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43795543

#Sope day #Sope anniversary #12 years of Sope #sope #sope fic #sope fanfiction #sope au #sope fanfic #yoonseok #yoonseok fic #yoonseok fanfic #bts #bts fanfic #BTS au #bts fanfiction

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wildflowers-inthemeadow · 1 year

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I usually don’t read Sope fanfic, and this was my first and I fell in love with it. It is so beautifully written, very romantic and very sexy.

Go check it out!

U & Me by bts_story

#fanfic #fanfic recs #sope #sope fanfic #yoonseok #yoonseok fanfic

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urmiibby · 2 years

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hiii ppl.

I have a fanfic that I’ve been working on for a little while, and I think I’m ready to share it. Hopefully, y’all like it as much as I do (so far) 😭🥹👍

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Synopsis: Three deaths uncertain. Two under question. Three other bound immorally. The love changed eternally.

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starcasticallyyours · 2 months

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MILK TEA MEET CUTE

Hoseok usually goes to the same cha chaan teng, a classic Hong Kong style diner, for post-dance practice brunch and quietly admires the half-asleep cutie who always seems to be there at the same time from afar. When the crowded weekend rush results in them being seated at the same table, he suddenly finds himself with less than 30 minutes to charm a way into his crush’s heart before they’re both booted out for the next customers.

Rating: T No Archive Warnings Apply Complete at 5k!

I've had this idea for a while and used it for one of my proposals for Ma City Zine. We went with a different concept that I also adore but can't reveal yet for obvious reasons, but I wrote THIS one anyway!

Preorders are open until MARCH 15th (an extension from the previous deadline of leap day!!) and you should totally get a copy of this beautiful labour of love from armys proudly showing off our hometowns through art and fic!! 💜🗺️💜

sope, FINALLY as the main ship!

coffee shop au except its a cha chaan teng and neither of them work there

overly detailed descriptions of very real locations

mild gay angsting

an ode to city life, both the quiet freedom and potential loneliness inherent in the system

Read on Ao3

#sope au #sope fanfic #bts fanfic #fanfiction #bts zine

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borathae · 9 months

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"They’re best friends, drunk on wine and with Hoseok's pornos running on TV. It was supposed to be a silly thing to pass the time while outside it storms. Hoseok suggested it and Yoongi agreed. What bad could come out of it? It’s just silly, little porn starring his best friend fucking someone who looks scarily simliar to Yoongi."

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Vampire!Hoseok

Genre: Smut, hinted polyamory!AU, best friends with benefits

Warnings: Dom!Hoseok, sub!Yoongi, watching of Hoseok’s pornos, Yoongi being a shy blushing mess and Hobi being way too into him, exhibitionism in the form of Hobi confidentally being hard and rubbing his clothed dick, sex on a couch & against the wall & on a chair, multiple positions, drunk sex, making out, gentle finger sucking, neck worship, clothed frotting, handjob, anal fingering, big dicks because Hobi has his vampire dick out, slight anal fisting, passionate anal sex, lube kink, he stuffs Yoongi with so much lube, dirty talk, Hobi goes a lil feral, Yoongi drools like a happy bottom, and cries from pleasure, strength & slight size kink, hair pulling, creampies, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (Yoongi receiving), male squirting, cockwarming, slight subdrop at the end but Hoseok helps him get down gently, emotional conversations afterwards, also lmao the ending is funny hehehe, they’re just two best friends having drunk sex <3 we love them <3

Wordcount: 11.4k

a/n: i do not know where this idea came from. i do not know why it suddenly appeared. and i also do not know how ooc this feels for both of them but i honestly don’t think that it does <3 they had those vibes with each other in MV and i will now think about this smut wherever i go. have fun besties, or should i say good luck because help fnadnsf

Hoseok looks up from his phone, following Yoongi with his eyes as the latter walks back into the living room with a confident swing in his hips.

“The sweater looks good on you”, Hoseok says, sitting up.

“It’s scratchy around the neck”, Yoongi says, tugging the collar away.

“It’s real wool.”

“It’s itchy.”

“I know, that’s why I’m avoiding that sweater.”

“Why did you give it to me then?” Yoongi asks in a laugh, sitting down on the sofa. He pulls his legs up on the cushion, getting comfortable that way.

“Because all my other stuff is in the wash.”

“Yeah sure”, Yoongi scoffs, “fashionista Jung Hoseok ran outta clothes.”

Hoseok laughs and hands Yoongi a glass of the red wine he prepared. It was one of the many bottles of the witches’ wine he took with him. Laced with their magic, they are sure to make them as drunk as humans get on normal wine. Maybe even a little tipsier.

“Take this as my apology”, he says.

“Thanks”, Yoongi says, accepting the glass with an amused sparkle in his eyes.

Hoseok lifts his own glass and clinks it with Yoongi’s.

“Here’s to a hard day of work.”

“Mhm yeah.”

The two vampires have been working diligently the entire day. Hoseok wants to renovate his place and he asked Yoongi for help. The latter agreed instantly, arriving at Hoseok’s doorstep an hour later in his work clothes and cans of paint.

You and the others weren’t there to help. Seokjin and Emma were back in Gordes, running her perfume shop while the rest of you went on a romantic autumn holiday in New York. Yoongi didn’t really want to come and neither did Hoseok. The latter because of renovations and the first because he wanted to have some time alone. Not that he has been having a lot of alone time ever since you left three weeks ago. He spent almost every day at Hoseok’s place helping him with renovations. He was planning on going home tonight and watching a basketball game on TV all alone, but the weather had other plans.

So now here he is, sipping enchanted wine with Hoseok whilst outside it felt like the world was ending. Hoseok lit a fire in the time Yoongi showered upstairs and changed out of his dirtied work clothes into something comfortable from Hoseok’s wardrobe. The latter took a shower as well, even going so far as to spray new cologne onto his neck.

“So what you wanna watch?” Hoseok asks.

“The game, I told you. I don’t wanna miss it”, Yoongi says with a slight pout on his lips.

“Don’t worry”, Hoseok turns on the TV. The right channel switches on instantly, “I already prepared it.”

Yoongi glances at him, sending him a shy yet grateful smile. It was only really a lift of the corners of his lips, nothing more.

The two vampires share the bottle of red wine as the game progresses. They cheer when their teams scores, complain about the opposite team and talk about the game whenever someone did something really impressive.

By the time the game has finished, the weather got a little better, but they are properly drunk. Their cheeks are flushed from the alcohol and they are talking just a little louder than necessary. Hoseok also keeps giggling with every second word Yoongi says, throwing himself all over the place as if Yoongi was the funniest motherfucker he ever met. Bear in mind that Hoseok was a terribly sleepy drunk, but witches’ wine is special, leaving one happy and giddy no matter what kind of drunk you were. It was, after all, a magical intoxication.

So they two vampires have been properly happy, giddy and talkative. And in Hoseok’s case, also very creative.

“Hoba. What’s that?” Yoongi asks, watching the younger vampire stumble back into the living room after having disappeared upstairs to get something.

“My porn collection. You’re watching some.”

“Seriously? Why do I gotta watch your porn? Come on”, Yoongi whines, laughing as he does.

“Because they’re good”, Hoseok answers him, squatting down in front of the television, “now what decade are we talking? Nineties? Two thousands? The twenty tens?”

“You shot porn in the twenty tens?”

“I’m still shooting porn from time to time. What’s your point?” Hoseok says, looking over his shoulder.

Yoongi studies his face, scoffs and throws himself back on the couch, “nothing. You’re one strange motherfucker.”

“Fine. Nineties it is. Bear in mind, the nineties were a weird time for porn.”

“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re making me watch your shit”, Yoongi mumbles, rubbing his hand up and down his face.

“You’ll like it”, Hoseok says as he slides a cassette into the player. He stumbles back after pressing play and drops on the sofa.

The movie starts playing. A cheesy porn music track introduces Hoseok and his co-star. A lady with obvious fake tits.

“That’s not even sexy. What is that editing? Why are you guys on the screen with seventy percent opacity?” Yoongi says between laughter. He is laying on the couch with his feet facing Hoseok and his own hands rubbing his tummy mindlessly. Every now and then, he runs one of his hands through his hair or reaches to the floor to lift his wine glass for a sip.

“Because it was the nineties, man. They were a weird time, okay?” Hoseok answers him, mirroring his position with the only difference that he is resting on his side and with his legs pulled into fetal position.

The movie isn’t as bad as Yoongi thought it would be. The storyline was nonsensical and dumb, but that was to be expected of porn. The acting was good however. Bear in mind that the moment Movie-Hoseok took off his clothes, the older vampire looked away and sat up just to kick real Hoseok gently.

“You’re so fucking weird for making me look at your dick on a big flat screen TV”, he hisses.

“Would you rather me show you the real one right now?” Hoseok throws back.

Yoongi glances at it, flusters and plops down again.

“Whatever”, he murmurs, switching his eyes back to the movie, “ah god, why do they gotta zoom in so close?”

“Yeah right?” Hoseok laughs.

It continues just like this. Yoongi watches the movie, sits up to complain about it to Hoseok only to end up watching again. The movie is a rather generic porn movie about a woman stealing the man’s (in this case it was Hoseok) carrots and him having to punish her for it. It was totally stupid, the dialogue was cringey and the camera work borderline criminal, but it was still very obvious that Hoseok knew what he was doing. By the time, the fourty minutes were over, Yoongi hadn’t complained about anything for fifteen minutes.

“And?” Hoseok sits up.

Yoongi glances at him. He is resting in fetal position by now, with his hands between his knees.

“Are you hard?” he gasps, widening his eyes in shock.

“Yeah duh”, Hoseok says, “shit makes me hard. Why? You’re not?”

“No?” Yoongi scoffs.

“Show me.”

“I’m not gonna show you my dick right now.”

“Well then, I’ll think you’re hard as fuck and just hiding it from me.”

Yoongi frowns. Hoseok drinks his wine with a cocky smirk on his lips.

Yoongi gives up with a sigh, rolling to his back to show off his crotch. He was – just as he had said – flaccid.

Hoseok pouts, “well, that’s disappointing. I thought my stuff is hot.”

“No offense, but it’s the nineties and I don’t like it when women get shoved around like that.”

“In my defence, I only did what I was told to do and I made sure she was good afterwards.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“It doesn’t make it hotter.”

“Yeah? I can change that. I got something else”, Hoseok says and gets off the couch. He takes out the cassette and switches to the DVD player, sliding in the right disk.

“Hoba no, I”, Yoongi sits up, “I watched your stuff. Why do I gotta watch more? It’s not gonna turn me on.”

“Yes it will, trust me”, Hoseok says as he switches around aimlessly in the start menu.

“Why the fuck do you wanna turn me on either way?”

“Cause I want you guys to finally accept that my shit is hot.”

“And I gotta be your first victim?” Yoongi asks in a laugh.

“Yes”, Hoseok says and presses play.

“Fuck, you’re such a weird dude”, Yoongi murmurs, resting back against the cushions in defeat.

The movie starts. Judging by the increased quality in both sound and picture, it must be one of his newer ones. Maybe early twenty tens.

“This one is kinda cool”, Hoseok explains as he hurries back to the sofa, “there’s five movies on there with different storylines, but the same theme and they’re all sorted into chapters.”

“Okay? And do I gotta watch all of that?”

“Yeah, you do. It’s just two and half hours.”

“Two hours and a half hours? Are you insane?” Yoongi almost yells the words, sitting up straight, “I don’t wanna look at your dick for two and a half hours.”

“Relax, we’ll just watch the first one and then go from there.”

“How long is the first one?”

“Just twenty minutes. They’re all of different lengths.”

“Fine”, Yoongi gives up, resting back against the pillows. He has his legs on the ground and his arms crossed in front of his chest, “the first one and that’s it.”

“Deal.”

The movie finally changes from showing the environment to showing Hoseok and his co-star. A man this time around. He is similar to Yoongi as far as his figure and height was concerned. He also shared the same hair colour as him.

Yoongi glances at Hoseok. The latter is grinning at him boyishly.

“Seriously?”

“What?” he asks, wiggling his brows knowingly.

Yoongi points at his own face, waving his hand around and widening his eyes, “seriously?”

Hoseok laughs, “only you see him like that.”

“Yeah sure”, Yoongi says and looks back at the movie.

The first chapter wasn’t very story heavy. It was just Hoseok and his co-star starting it off by covering each other’s bodies in oil and then rubbing various body parts against each other in a slippery battle for pleasure. It begins with heavy petting and making out, changes to mutual handjobs and frotting until his co-star gets on all fours and Hoseok begins exploring his hole.

That is when the real Hoseok glances at Yoongi. The latter notices instantly and looks at Hoseok.

“What?” he hisses, “don’t look at me.”

“You like it, don’t you?”

“Not like this. The camera work is good”, Yoongi says and looks away. He gulps down more wine and even goes so far as to prepare himself a new glass.

Hoseok watches him with a cocky grin on his lips and his hand rubbing his clothed boner mindlessly. It’s fun to watch Yoongi fight the power of the movie. Hoseok knew that starting a movie where the co-star resembles Yoongi will work. Especially when it’s one where his co-star is the one submitting. Hoseok watched Yoongi interact with you enough times to know that the Creator might not be as demanding and bossy as he lets strangers on. But Hoseok is not a stranger anymore. He took over for the role of best friend and knows Yoongi way too fucking well.

The movie changes from kinky anal exploration to Hoseok fucking his co-star’s ass fast and hard. Hoseok keeps sneaking glances at Yoongi, but the latter does an incredible job in hiding his emotions. Hoseok even keeps glancing at Yoongi’s dick, but not once does the older vampire seem to grow harder. Even if he sometimes catches his hips doing a little squirm on the cushion.

The movie ends with Hoseok creampieing his co-star and the camera zooming right in on it. Yoongi pulled a grimace of faux disgust as that happened.

“And?” Hoseok asks once the black screen fades in.

“It was okay, I guess”, Yoongi says dryly.

“Wanna watch more? It’s with the same dude”, Hoseok asks whilst in the background the second chapter already starts.

“I mean, it’s already started hasn’t it? You’re not gonna stop it now”, Yoongi hisses, but Hoseok knows better. He wants to continue watching.

“Yeah true, I wouldn’t have”, Hoseok says and does the unthinkable of turning up the volume.

Hoseok lets the movie run, watching it with his hand still massaging his own cock. He doesn’t care that Yoongi could catch him. On the contrary, the thought of being caught gets him off even better.

The second movie is about an experienced gay (in this case, Hoseok) wanting to help his shy roommate experience his first anal orgasm. It starts off with them kissing on their bed and Hoseok sucking on his neck. The making out scene goes on for about seven minutes and then switches to Hoseok fingerfucking his co-star’s mouth gently.

Hoseok sneaks a glance at Yoongi and widens his eyes. Yoongi is watching the movie intently and with his fingers tracing his own lips mindlessly. His cheeks are reddened. Hoseok can’t seem to look away. Yoongi, who instantly feels his gaze, looks at him.

“What?”

“You’re flushed.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yeah you are. You’re flushed.”

Yoongi pulls the sleeves of his sweater over his hands and cups his cheeks.

“No, I’m fucking not.”

“Yeah, you are”, Hoseok is smiling, scooting closer to Yoongi, “you’re flushed.”

“No, I’m not. It’s the wine.”

“You like it, don’t you? You like my movie.”

“I’m not flushed, okay? It’s the wine and it’s fucking hot in here and I’m wearing a stupid sweater”, Yoongi lies, tugging at the collar of his woollen jumper.

Hoseok closes the distance between them until his chest touches Yoongi’s arm and he can rest his bent legs on his lap.

Yoongi stops fumbling with his clothes, tensing up at the contact. His eyes stare at the front almost obsessively, he is holding his breath.

Hoseok places his fingers under Yoongi’s chin and with a soft nudge, turns his head so he would face him. He travels his fingers from his chin along his reddened cheek just so he can tug a strand of hair behind Yoongi’s ear. Afterwards he travels his touch back to Yoongi’s chin, holding it safely between two fingers.

“You’re blushing”, Hoseok rasps, looking at Yoongi’s lips. Even they are pinker than usual, glistening in the dim lights, “I can see it.”

Yoongi doesn’t know what to say. He forgot how talking works. How breathing works. How anything at all works. He is hyperaware of two things only. Hoseok’s legs on his lap and his fingers holding his chin. In the background, Hoseok’s praises in the movie are filling Yoongi’s ears. They aren’t making it better.

Hoseok looks up to meet Yoongi’s gaze, only to realise that the older vampire has his eyes lowered in utter coyness. The flush on his cheeks has intensified.

Hoseok looks back at his lips, glides his hand to Yoongi’s cheek to cradle it and closes the distance.

The kiss is gentle. Nothing but lips against lips. Yoongi tenses up and gasps because of it. Hoseok feels how his lips tremble against his’ before they break away. He knew that Yoongi wouldn’t allow the kiss to last long, so he doesn’t feel surprised by it.

He looks up, finally meeting Yoongi’s gaze even if it was clouded by embarrassment.

“Why did you do that?” he asks with his voice shaking slightly.

“Because I wanted to”, Hoseok answers him.

“Why?”

“Your lips look pretty tonight.”

Yoongi’s eyes flit down. His left hand comes up to rub the side of his neck. It was still hidden in the sleeve of his sweater.

“Pink. And soft”, Hoseok continues, sliding his thumb over Yoongi’s upper lip, “and so tender”, he rasps, tracing his lower lip even if that makes Yoongi lower his head.

Hoseok tilts it up with his other hand and two fingers under his chin, “I watched you play with them as you watched my movie.”

“No I didn’t.”

“I know you aren’t aware of it, but I noticed”, Hoseok whispers, pushing his thumb past Yoongi’s lips just enough that his teeth grace against it.

Yoongi tries to tilt his head away but Hoseok keeps him hostage with merely two fingers on his chin. He pushes deeper into Yoongi’s mouth until the tip of his tongue presses against the pad of his thumb. He feels wet and soft against him. Softer even than Hoseok imagined his tongue to feel like.

He pushes further. Just past his knuckle.

Yoongi lets out a small sound and moves away. His thumb slips out, leaving behind a string of spit down Yoongi’s chin. The latter reaches up to touch his own lips, doing so with both hands and only his pointer fingers peeking out of his sleeves.

Their gazes meet and while Hoseok’s eyes are tainted in dark desire, Yoongi’s glisten in shy embarrassment.

No words are exchanged. Yoongi forgot how to talk while Hoseok doesn’t want to waste time talking. Instead, he slides his right hand to the nape of Yoongi’s neck, forcing the latter to gasp and tilt his head back from the strong grip. Just enough that his lips part naturally and Hoseok can claim them in a kiss.

A real kiss this time around. A real and passionate kiss. The kind of kiss which forces Yoongi to squeeze his eyes closed and to push at Hoseok’s chest as an attempt to flee.

But Hoseok doesn’t let him flee. No, Hoseok slides his other hand to Yoongi’s cheek and uses the grip he has on him to push him down into the pillows. Yoongi falls against his will. The impact knocks out a small whimper, even if he didn’t want to whimper.

Hoseok swallows it hungrily, sucking and nibbling on Yoongi’s lower lip while his body naturally finds its spot between Yoongi’s legs.

He pushes against him and begins grinding instantly. Yoongi breaks the kiss to gasp and tell him to stop, but he doesn’t get to because Hoseok kisses him again before he can. Yoongi squeezes his legs together, resulting in his cock to bulge more and therefore rub better against Hoseok’s.

The small and helpless whimper he lets out taunts him as much as it turns Hoseok on. He releases Yoongi’s lower lip and dances his tongue over it. It feels swollen under it. Yoongi whimpers again. His lip is throbbing so much. Hoseok made it so sensitive. He parts his lips to gasp for air, but regrets it instantly as Hoseok claims his moment of vulnerability to feed him his tongue. Languidly and terribly sensual, he massages Yoongi’s tongue with his own, forcing the latter to reach up and grab a bundle of his sweater.

Hoseok feels the older vampire shiver under him and then, as if someone pushed a button, he finally kisses him back.

The feeling makes Hoseok moan. So that’s how Yoongi kisses. Holy fuck. Hoseok pushes him deeper into the cushions and increases the pressure of his grinds. Yoongi gasps and mewls shyly, but Hoseok doesn’t stop. He keeps rolling his swollen, hard cock against Yoongi’s equally as swollen cock. He thinks it’s such a turn on that he is so hard already. Finally, he can’t deny anymore how needy he is. Hoseok growls into the kiss and pulls Yoongi’s head closer with his hand on the back of his neck. It forces a trembling sigh to slip past his lips and for the kiss to break just enough that a string of saliva keeps them connected.

Hoseok opens his eyes, coming to the conclusion that Yoongi is staring up at him. His stomach churns in desire. Shy, yet utter submissiveness glistens in his dark brown eyes. Hoseok knows that Yoongi isn’t aware of the state of his eyes. Just as he wasn’t aware when his fingers played with his lips as he watched the movie. The flush of his cheeks has turned into a deep red by now. He is out of breath and clearly messed up. If he still had a heartbeat, Hoseok knows that it would be hammering against his ribcage right now.

He lowers himself just a little, feeling his tummy flutter when that makes Yoongi tilt his head up and part his lips as he thought that he would kiss him again. Closer. Just a little. So he can watch it happen a second time. Yoongi isn’t even aware that he does it. Hoseok feels dizzy in desire.

Who would have thought that the Creator looked so good like this. Hoseok was so scared of him in the past and now he has him gazing up at him with submission in his eyes and colour on his cheeks.

He can’t bear it anymore. He has to kiss him again. And he does. Oh, how he does.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut and hooks his shaking hands behind Hoseok’s neck. He feels so dizzy. His lips are so sensitive and his cock is so swollen. And on top of that, Hoseok keeps feeding him his tongue in sensual kisses. He tastes like wine and desire. Yoongi feels so dizzy. Oh, he is so dizzy.

Hoseok drops Yoongi’s head gently for the sole reason of needing to touch him more. He runs his big hand down his neck and collarbones, along his pecs and down his tummy until he has his waist between his fingers. Hoseok uses the grip to pull Yoongi against him and therefore send electric pleasure through their cocks.

Yoongi mewls and grips Hoseok’s shoulders, while the latter growls and grips his hip. Just for one second because then he gets too desperate for more and begins tugging at Yoongi’s shirt. He knows that he has to work fast. If he gets Yoongi to think too much, he’ll get embarrassed and Hoseok doesn’t want him to be embarrassed. He wants him to feel ecstatic because of him.

The kiss breaks because Yoongi broke it.

“I don’t want this.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Is this a convince me ‘cause I pretend that I don’t care no or an actual no?”

“I don’t like being shirtless”, Yoongi confesses even if that makes his eyes burn in embarrassment.

“I get it”, Hoseok says and slides his sweater back down his torso. He grabs his pants instead, “is that okay?”

Yoongi closes his eyes and exhales shakily in nervousness in sync with his hips lifting off the pillows.

Hoseok takes his consent and tugs down his pants, including his briefs. He doesn’t want to waste any time. Not when he is so delirious in desire. He shimmies down the couch between Yoongi’s legs as he takes off his pants. Once they are off, he throws them on the floor and takes the chance to take off his own pants. His eyes flit to Yoongi when his pants are just down enough that his well-groomed pubes are visible. The older vampire is staring at him with hunger in his eyes, pressing his sweater paws to his own cock to hide away. His eyes carry the same amount of desire they did when Hoseok caught him watching the movie. Speaking of movie. A new story started already, filling their ears with corny porn dialogue about how Hoseok’s cock can cure any kind of anal ache. Yeah, it’s corny. But neither of them really take it in.

Hoseok because he is mesmerised by how hypnotised Yoongi seems by his cock and Yoongi, well, Yoongi because he is fucking hypnotised by Hoseok’s cock.

The latter changes into his favourite pose and makes a show out of taking off his pants. He has decades of practice, resulting in Yoongi to squeeze his legs together and part his lips.

Hoseok’s cock springs free and hits his stomach.

Yoongi gasps.

Hoseok wraps his long fingers around it and jerks it off slowly, letting out a languid moan. He squeezes the tip just so he leaks onto the couch. The scent of his arousal taints the air sweet. Yoongi gulps because of it.

“So fucking hard”, Hoseok rasps and drops his heavy cock to instead take off his shirt. He feels no shame in being naked, showing off his body in sensual stretches.

His shirt ruffles up his long hair a little, Hoseok’s fluffs it up again with his left hand while his right slides back to his cock. He poses by thrusting his hips into his own fist.

Yoongi is panting for air at the view. Hoseok thinks it’s adorable how mesmerised he is. His widened eyes follow his fingers obsessively and his cheeks are pink in desire.

Hoseok climbs up the sofa again, connecting his hands with Yoongi’s waist just so he can feel him up. He does so with enough pressure that he feels Yoongi shiver and squirm.

He slides his hands over his pecs and past his shoulders, propping them up on each side of Yoongi’s head.

Yoongi is wheezing for air quickly, looking up at him with nervous eyes. Hoseok thrusts his hips into Yoongi’s, forcing his cock to rub against his balls.

Yoongi lets out a gasp, reaching up to hold Hoseok’s wrists.

For just a second because then, Hoseok guides his right hand down to their middles to grab his own cock and guide it to Yoongi’s hole.

“Stop”, Yoongi gets out and grasps his hand.

“What?” Hoseok asks, holding Yoongi’s hand, “have you never been touched before?”

“Of course I have, don’t be ridiculous”, Yoongi hisses, squeezing his hand.

“So have you ever been touched like this before?”

“Yes, why do you care?”

“Well then, have you ever been touched there by a man?”

Yoongi lowers his eyes and Hoseok understands.

“Relax. I’ll take it slow.”

And with that, he connects his lips with Yoongi’s neck. He slides his hand out of Yoongi’s faltering hold and places his palm over his cock. It is terribly hard, twitching into Hoseok’s hand upon first contact.

“I know what to do. You don’t gotta worry”, Hoseok whispers as he leaves kisses along the shell of Yoongi’s ear. He massages his cock skilfully, switching between fondling with his balls and rubbing his tip. It leaks each time Hoseok squeezes it. He picks up the sweet pearl of pleasure whenever it happens, using it to massage Yoongi where it feels really good.

Yoongi didn’t want to make sounds, but by the time the corny porn dialogue turned into sounds of a passionate handjob, it is getting hard not to. Yoongi glances at the television while Hoseok is lapping at his neck. The Hoseok in the movie is jerking off the co-star who looks like Yoongi while his fingers are in his ass. That is when Yoongi lets out the first moan.

Hoseok lifts his head, checking up on Yoongi. His eyes are racing over the pictures on the television. Hoseok sits up and then down on his heels, looking at the television as well. Of course Yoongi would moan at that. Now that Hoseok is massaging his cock. He looks at him now that Yoongi is distracted. Flushed and veiny. Of course. Dark, well groomed pubes against fair skin. Flushes of pink and red are scattered all over Yoongi’s inner thighs. Hoseok thinks that he looks so much better than his co-star. He picks up his cock and picks up the rhythm he has going on in the movie.

Yoongi writhes because of it, attempting to close his legs which results in them rubbing against Hoseok.

“Ah.”

The sound is filled with surprise and ecstasy, followed by a terribly shaky exhale and his hand falling over his eyes in embarrassment. It was still hidden in the sleeve of Hoseok’s sweater and right now, Hoseok wants to fucking rip it off of him for looking so good in it.

But he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t, because Yoongi doesn’t want to be shirtless. Instead he slides his left hand in between Yoongi’s legs and touches his rim. Yoongi tenses up and flinches away, reaching for his hand again.

“Don’t be nervous”, Hoseok whispers, “I’ll be careful.”

“You, you’re not d-doing that dry”, Yoongi stutters.

“Yeah right, I wasn’t planning to. I just wanted to get you used to it”, Hoseok says and abandons him on the couch, “lucky for you, I got lube in my movie box. Doctor Love knows what’s up.”

Yoongi watches him with a dizzy head. What the fuck is he doing here? What the actual fuck is he doing here? Yoongi feels nervous and jittery. He reaches down to get his wine. He finishes it in one go, even if he knows that he will regret that. He is already so drunk and that was so much enchanted wine. He’ll be such a mess. But then. Nothing will mess him up as much as what he does right now. He is letting Hoseok touch him. What the actual fuck.

“You won’t even feel a twinge of discomfort”, Hoseok says as he struts back to him confidently. His hand works skilfully to lube up his fingers.

Yoongi doesn’t answer him because he can’t. He has to keep concentrating on the warm buzz of alcohol in his head and not the nervous lump in his tummy.

Hoseok gets between Yoongi’s legs again. He wastes no time, connecting his lubed up fingers with Yoongi’s hole to massage it slowly.

Yoongi presses out a nervous “mh-hm” and squeezes his eyes shut, tilting his head back as his body instinctively tries to flee.

His trembling fingers close around the pillows, holding them for support.

“It’s okay. Everything’s okay”, Hoseok whispers soothingly, leaning down to kiss Yoongi’s neck again. He noticed that this makes the older vampire relax. Right now is no different. His once very clenched hole, relaxes within seconds after Hoseok starts kissing his neck. The latter continues what his lips are doing without speaking a lot, knowing very well that being spoken to would probably throw Yoongi off. Instead, he keeps kissing and sucking on his neck as his skilled fingers massage his hole and jerk off his cock. He keeps doing so until it feels heated and flushed under his fingertips and Yoongi’s cock keeps leaking onto Hoseok’s fingers and his own clothed tummy.

He slows down his kisses on the spot where his ear meets his neck and pushes. Two of his fingers slip inside, knocking a surprised and very helpless “ahng”, out of Yoongi.

“Relax”, Hoseok whispers, distracting him by massaging his frenulum, “you’re okay. Everything’s okay.”

Hoseok pushes inside until the last knuckle and begins searching for Yoongi’s prostate instantly. There shouldn’t be a chance for Yoongi to grow shy. He has to feel and experience the sensations and not rationalise them until he gets scared by them.

“Fuck.”

It was whispered and shaky. Nothing else follows from Yoongi’s lips.

Hoseok moans against Yoongi’s jawline, listening to the new vulnerable sound of pleasure the older makes. It was so quiet and filled with so much nervousness that Hoseok feels bad enough to lift his head and check on him.

Yoongi’s eyes are squeezed shut to the point of wrinkles and his puffy lips are gasping for air. His cheeks are glowing rosy and his forehead is carrying a faint layer of sweat.

Hoseok’s cock throbs at the view. He wasn’t uncomfortable, he was enjoying this.

Hoseok moans in ecstasy and connects his lips with the other side of Yoongi’s sensitive neck. Then he begins pumping his long fingers in and out of his hole, still searching for the spot which will make his legs shake. And Hoseok knows that his legs can shake. Yoongi gives off that kind of energy. Maybe not in the past, but Hoseok’s been his friend long enough to know better these days. He is sure that he can make him shake.

He curls his fingers, massaging Yoongi’s walls. He is so warm and soft inside. Hoseok can’t wait to feel them around his cock.

By now, the movie has progressed so much that the graphic sounds of Hoseok sucking a cock fills the air. It is so nasty that Hoseok almost loses his rhythm, while Yoongi doesn’t hear it because of his pounding head and the intense pleasure throbbing between his legs.

One move of Hoseok’s fingers and the pleasure explodes inside him with such intensity that his legs shake and his throat produces the most fragile moan.

Yoongi feels Hoseok smirk against his neck, but he can’t do anything against it. He just has to take the constant wave of unbearable pleasure as Hoseok massages his prostate in a skilled and quick rhythm.

He found it. Hoseok knew that he could and yet the achievement still leaves him with an aching cock. Yoongi’s legs are shaking so much, his voice sounds so nervously submissive and his fingers can’t seem to stop grasping his arms desperately. He knew that he could get him like this, but he didn’t plan on it so soon. Not with the first touch already. Not so goddamn soon.

Hoseok wonders if it is because Yoongi has never been touched like this before and as he wonders, his cock throbs and the unbearable urge to make him see stars overcomes him. He slides another finger inside, pressing it against Yoongi’s prostate instantly before pumping his fingers in and out of him quickly. He makes sure to never break contact with his prostate and to start the movements from his wrist. It feels smoothest like this and way more intense than if he used his arm for it. And as he does, he makes sure to fuck his cock with a tight fist around him, using his slick for it.

Yoongi arches his back and scratches down Hoseok’s arms. Another helpless sound of pleasure slips past his lips. His trembling hands reach down and close around Hoseok’s wrist. They squeeze tightly, feeling clammy against his skin. He tugs and tugs until Hoseok has to let go of his cock to instead press his hand into the pillow beside Yoongi’s head. The latter moans and squeezes his wrist gratefully. The desperate clenching of his hole gets less and Hoseok wonders if Yoongi did what he did to prevent an orgasm.

“Fuck, so hot”, Hoseok gets out in a breathy whisper, fucking his fingers even deeper. The thought that Yoongi might have been close already turns him on so much.

By now, Hoseok isn’t kissing his neck anymore but instead is blatantly staring at his face. Yoongi looks ruined from pleasure. Skin glistening and flushed, pouted lips constantly parted, dark lashes against tender skin and black long hair messily sprawled on the pillow. Hoseok thinks that Yoongi looks so much more delicate and pretty than he normally does. Like a pretty doll. Hoseok knows not to call him that, but if he could he would. A pretty, flushed doll. Made to shake and blush and squeeze around his fingers.

Hoseok feels feral in lust. And because he does and Yoongi feels so relaxed around his digits, he slides another finger inside. His pinkie. The last one before Yoongi would takes his entire fist. Like this, his thumb presses into Yoongi’s swollen balls and his walls pulsate around him, desperately sucking him in for more.

Yoongi arches his back to its breaking point and then whimpers one word. One single word and it is enough for Hoseok’s vision to blur and for his lungs to fight for air.

He whimpers his name. Once. Quietly and with his voice pitched.

And Hoseok swears that in this moment, he wants to take him until he can’t speak anymore.

He pushes his fingers deeper into Yoongi. He can feel him struggle around him. He knows how close to fisting this comes. He knows that Jungkook is into it and that he and Yoongi regularly do it that way, but Yoongi’s confession from before was enough that Hoseok is also aware that the latter never took a fist himself. So to watch Yoongi react by squeezing his wrist and moaning his name while his hole convulses in pleasure, makes Hoseok dizzy.

“I wanna fuck you”, he presses out, grinding his wet cock against Yoongi’s shaking thigh. He twists his fist inside Yoongi’s pulsating hole, eliciting a pitched moan of pleasure from him. He is so tight around him and yet he is moaning so freely. “Please”, Hoseok pleads, “I promise I’ll be careful.”

Yoongi nods his head. This is everything Hoseok needed. Consent. He treasures that shit like nothing else.

“Fuck, thank you”, he moans and slips his fingers free. Yoongi’s hole closes slowly, pushing out the lube which Hoseok once fisted into him.

Another word leaves him, which forces Hoseok’s lungs to gasp for air.

“Please.”

It was whispered. Whimpered.

And Hoseok swears he can barely open the lube bottle because of it. He manages to do so with trembling fingers, spreading it on his cock messily. He is huge in his hand and it’s Yoongi’s doing. Hoseok normally has perfect control over his cock, growing and shrinking his cock whenever he wants to. So to stare at his full vampire cock, over which he had no control in its growing, fills Hoseok with an uncontrollable surge of pleasure. He is going to fuck this huge cock into Yoongi and show him what he is doing to him. He furrows his brows and stares at Yoongi’s middle. The latter has his eyes closed as he is fighting for air. His legs are propped up and squeezed closed in a way that would almost hide him from Hoseok. Even now he is so shy. Hoseok lets him stay in this position because the part he wants to ruin is so painfully exposed to him. His hole. He is so pink and wet. Hoseok can barely guide the lube syringe to his hole from shaking so much. Even there Yoongi is flushed. Hoseok has to swallow down the most sinful of words in order not to scare him away.

He slides the syringe into Yoongi’s hole and pushes. The latter finally reacts with a scared gasp and his legs closing further. He even reaches down and tries to feel for what Hoseok is doing.

“Relax. Don’t be scared”, Hoseok whispers.

“What…you doing?” Yoongi gets out and touches the syringe. He feels it up with trembling fingers, clenching around it.

“I know the lube’s cold, but I’ll warm it up soon. Just gotta make sure that you’re lubricated”, Hoseok tells him as he slides out of him, “when we were shooting porn, we always shot lube up our asses between takes to make it glide painlessly. Trust me, I know what I’m doing”, he explains as he sucks up another round of lube with the syringe. Once it is filled to the brim, he guides the tip back to Yoongi’s hole. He nudges his grabby fingers away from it and slides inside. Once deep deep inside, he pushes, covering Yoongi’s walls in an even thicker layer of lube.

“Stop”, Yoongi whimpers, shaking desperately at the sensation of being pumped full of cold lube, “it’s, it’s too much.”

“It’s not too much, you’ll love it. Trust me”, Hoseok assures him, sliding the now emptied syringe out of him.

Yoongi’s hole pushes out enough lube that it soaks the pillow. He clenches nervously, squeezing his legs together.

“It’s too much, it’s leaking out of me”, he complains in a shy whine.

“Hush, I know”, Hoseok says, closing the distance between their bodies, “that’s why I’ll be there. Relax”, he says and nudges his clenching hole with his cockhead.

Yoongi presses out a shaky, “fuck” and relaxes his muscles.

“There we go”, Hoseok says, wrapping his arm around Yoongi’s legs to use his once shy position to his advantage. He squeezes around them, forcing his legs to bend by their knees. Once folded in half, Hoseok uses his leverage on them to lift his hips until they rest on his lap. And then, only then, does Hoseok part Yoongi’s legs to guide them around his waist.

Yoongi opens his mouth to complain, but he doesn’t get to because Hoseok shuts him up by sliding his cock into him slowly. Carefully. Inch by inch. He fills him out with his cock. His hands caress his inner thighs, his abs continuously flex as he clearly fights his urges to drill him violently.

Yoongi feels tears escape his eyes and a whimper slip from his tongue. He squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back as best as the cushion allows him to. His hands search for Hoseok’s. The latter meets him in the middle and allows him to squeeze him to the point where it hurts just a little.

“Does it hurt?” Hoseok asks.

Yoongi shakes his head vigorously.

“Mhm, it’s new. I get it”, Hoseok speaks soothingly, caressing Yoongi’s knuckles while his cock still slides inside. Almost done. The amount of pressure around his cock drives Hoseok crazy, but he knows not to rush, “I’m almost in.”

Hoseok bottoms out. By now, the movie has switched to the fourth chapter. Hoseok is talking in the background about how he is known for taking shy boys’ virginities.

The sentence rings in both their ears. Yoongi peels his eyes open to see if Hoseok is looking and closes them right away because their gazes met.

“It’s true, you know?” Hoseok says and places himself over Yoongi’s body. He takes his hands with him, pushing them into the cushion above his head, “and I’m so gentle with it”, he whispers.

Yoongi rolls his head to the side, spilling silent tears. Hoseok leans down and kisses them away, abandoning his hands to instead caress the crown of his head in sync with his hips finally beginning to move.

Slow. Terribly slow. Just small movements back and forth. To get him used to it. He is so tight. Yoongi reacts by lifting his head off the cushions just once before dropping it again and letting out a nervous “ahmhm”.

“Relax. You’re okay. Everything’s okay. You’re okay”, Hoseok whispers, “does it hurt?”

Yoongi shakes his head, letting out another shy sound. His hands lift from the cushions, grasp Hoseok’s shoulders, squeeze and drop into the cushions again. So nervous. He doesn’t even know what do to with his hands. Hoseok rewards him with deeper movements and his fingers scratching his scalp soothingly.

“Ah.”

“You’re good. Everything’s okay”, Hoseok whispers, letting out a desperate moan, “that’s it, you’re doing so good.”

His hips show Yoongi exactly what he has been missing out on. What any of your little poly family has been missing out on. Yoongi may be the first to experience it, but Hoseok knows for a fact that soon he’ll have you and the others come knocking on his door as well. Good. He doesn’t want to be excluded from all the fucking. Not anymore.

He moves smoothly, using his decades old experience as a dancer to his advantage. Deep and strong. Not fast. Calculated. And with enough strength behind them that the impact of his body against Yoongi’s is loud. Skin against skin. The drenched nature of Yoongi’s hole adds wet squelching sounds to the sinful music. Truly, he is so wet inside. Hoseok is glad that he went with two portions. Truth is, one would have been enough, but Hoseok is a sucker for filling his bottoms with lube. They get so wet and so relaxed because of it. No ounce of friction, just wet, slippery fucking. And he wanted to give Yoongi the wettest fuck ever. He deserves it. He deserves to get his hole fucked by huge cock, but for it to happen without even a second of discomfort. And he knows that Yoongi isn’t hurting, because despite his supernatural size, Yoongi hasn’t clenched in discomfort once. All he has been doing is tremble and flutter and pulse around his cock while he is scrambling up the lube inside him.

He chases the pleasure it brings him, because trust that Hoseok feels high right now.

“You’re so tight”, he rasps against Yoongi’s neck, “and you wanted to tell me that I used too much lube. Hah fuck”, he laughs deeply, gliding his tongue up his neck until he can whisper against his ear, “if I didn’t fill you up, you’d just be way too tight.”

Yoongi shudders and lets out an embarrassed whine. His legs shake around Hoseok’s waist, his feet rest on his back and his toes keep curling each time Hoseok slams his cock against his prostate. He can feel how wet he is. Hoseok is fucking it out of him. His cock is so huge that it was unavoidable. There is just too much in his hole, lube was bound to squirt out of him eventually. It’s just so embarrassing because it happens each time Hoseok bottoms out. The wet sin is sticking to Hoseok’s pubes and is smearing all over Yoongi’s buttocks. Yoongi doesn’t know what else to do other than whine again and throw his arms around Hoseok. Not to hug, but to dig his nails into his back.

“That’s it, hold onto me”, Hoseok encourages him and rewards him with faster movements. He still keeps them deep and strong, but he adds just enough rhythm to them that the once two seconds of bliss where his tip hit his prostate turn into a constant wave of ecstasy. And as that happens, Yoongi swears that he loses a part of himself because holy shit it feels so good that he doesn’t know what to do anymore. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t.

“Hoseok.”

His name leaves Yoongi as the only thing his body was able to do. His nails leave marks down his back and up again. They heal within seconds, but the deep burn remains.

“Yeah, you just keep moaning my name. I fucking love that”, Hoseok speaks in a dark voice. The kind of voice, which doesn’t sound like him at all and which makes Yoongi wish for his friend back. This isn’t him. This isn’t Hoseok. Not him. When he talked about being Doctor Love and starring in porn, Yoongi expected his movies to be goofy and borderline cringey. He expected his perverted and way too funny friend to be just as goofy and perhaps even a little terrible in bed. Can one blame him? Doctor Love is a ridiculous name.

So to be brought to the point of shaking legs and a non-functioning brain by none other than him feels like a fucking acid trip to Yoongi.

This isn’t Hoseok.

But then. This isn’t him either. All of this. This isn’t Yoongi.

He is taking cock up his ass. Not strap, but actual cock.

The Hoseok in the background movie is currently talking about how tight the boy’s virgin ass feels and here lies Yoongi with his legs around Hoseok’s waist and his virgin hole filled out by his cock as the Real Hoseok is growling against his neck. Why Hoseok? Out of all the men in his life it was Hoseok who was going to take this first? Holy fucking shit, Yoongi’s life became a series of unforeseen and twisted events.

And the most twisted part of it all?

He fucking loves it so much that he is crying messy, pathetic tears and enjoying every fucking second of doing so. He begins to meet Hoseok’s movements, doing so sloppily and with little coordination. It feels so good. It feels so fucking good.

“Stop that”, Hoseok orders him, slowing down his hips, “you’re messing up my rhythm.”

“Deeper, I need it deeper.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” Hoseok says and picks him up. It is hilarious. The two vampires are relatively the same height and build and yet right now, Yoongi feels tiny and fragile in Hoseok’s arms.

He falls into Hoseok, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in the crook of his neck. This isn’t him and yet he can’t stop. Not when Hoseok turned off any sense of sanity with just one press against his prostate.

“That’s it, hold onto me”, Hoseok encourages him and climbs off the sofa. He uses his powers for a second to get to the next best wall as quickly as possible. He couldn’t bother to walk, all he wants is to fuck Yoongi against a wall.

And he does. Oh how he does. Yoongi wails up in ecstasy, throwing his head back and gripping Hoseok’s shoulders as the latter bounces him on his huge cock. He is naturally taller than Hoseok in this position, feeling the latter nose at his clothed chest. He hates that he is wearing a sweater right now, but he is too weak to say anything. It feels so good to be fucked.

Hard, fast and rough. Hoseok doesn’t hold back anymore. Or maybe he is, but even if he is, Yoongi feels in heaven, letting the younger vampire bounce him on his cock gladly.

“I fucking love that ass”, the Hoseok in the movie moans.

“Yeah, that’s right”, the real Hoseok agrees, “fucking love that ass.”

“Ah, please”, Yoongi begs and shakes like crazy. His legs aren’t working anymore. They are flopping around each time Hoseok moves. The only thing still keeping them in this position is the hold Hoseok has on them. His cock keeps rubbing against Hoseok’s stomach. His skin feels so smooth against his cockhead, his muscles are so defined. Yoongi doesn’t want to, but is constantly leaking white, creamy desperation because of it. Or maybe it’s because Hoseok is drilling his ass to the point where Yoongi is scared that he might gape afterwards. He knows from fucking Jungkook that roughly, how open and loose hole can get if you fuck it hard enough. And he also knows that Hoseok has his vampire cock out, because unless Hoseok’s human cock is crazy huge, the cock in his ass feels massive. He thinks of his near future for a moment. Once both of them orgasmed and the sex had to end. That future. He thinks of how he is going to gape and how he never gaped before. He feels painful embarrassment then. For only a second because then Hoseok fucks his cock into him again and his brain turns off.

Yoongi collapses into Hoseok. His face naturally falls into the crook of Hoseok’s neck, drool escapes his mouth, he can’t stop it from happening. He has his eyes half lidded and he knows for a fact that they are just a little crossed. Thankfully nobody sees him right now.

“Hoseok”, he whimpers.

“I fucking love my name like this”, Hoseok growls, “fuck, you drive me fucking insane. Say it again, fucking say it again”, Hoseok encourages him, thrusting into his ass in three deep and angry strokes. He needs to punish him for making him feel so good that his legs are shaking.

“Hoseok…”

“That’s it. Fuck yes”, Hoseok moans, tightening the grasp on Yoongi just so he can change positions. It’s getting too hard to stand. He uses his powers again. Fucking like this is amazing. So freely and without any restraints. No human fragility has to be considered or even the tenderness of younger vampires. This is Yoongi. The one who created the vampiric race and whose body can withstand far more than the rough handling of a seventy year old vampire. And Hoseok feels drunk on power.

He hurries to the armchair, turns it so the backrest was facing the television and places Yoongi atop of it by his knees. He bends him over so he has to hold onto the edge of the backrest. Then he steps onto the chair with one foot and fucks his cock back into Yoongi’s gaping hole.

Yoongi takes the new position with shaking gratitude. His vision is blurred by tears of pleasure, but focused on the television in front of him. Just nine feet from where he is getting drilled, he can watch Hoseok’s veiny cock stretch open flushed hole and in this moment, it feels as if he is watching a livestream of what is being done to him.

“I’m cumming”, he wails and buries his face in the edge of the backrest.

“Fuck. Shit. Do it”, Hoseok spits, gawking at Yoongi’s hole. He knows his movies are hot, but to think that this is what would set off Yoongi makes Hoseok want to nut right with him. Not that he is going to. No, he isn’t done with him.

“Now”, Yoongi screams and begins shaking so uncontrollably Hoseok feels bad for a second. He looks so fragile and vulnerable like this. Hoseok feels so, so bad to drill him that hard. Only for a second though, because then the feral urge to fuck and fuck and fuck him overcomes him. Yoongi’s pink hole is pulsating around his huge cock. He can see it so perfectly. And between Yoongi’s trembling legs a puddle of white cum is forming on the armchair, telling him just how hard the older vampire is climaxing. He is also terribly tight, but Hoseok keeps fucking. He bruises Yoongi’s hips because of how hard he is gripping him, pulling a grimace of angry pleasure as his long hair is getting more and more soaked in sweat. It’s running down his torso as well, giving his abs and perky nipples a sinful glow to it. The shine of the television only accentuates his shape. Hoseok stops admiring his own body to instead admire Yoongi’s. Fragile torso still hugged by his sweater and buttocks flushed from impact, he looks so utterly destroyable. Hoseok looks at the way his pink hole moves around his cock. It is still tight, but less than before.

Hoseok picks up speed again, forcing Yoongi to arch his back and throw his head back.

“I know. Tight”, Hoseok growls, “put I fucked enough Gluttons to know that you guys aren’t satisfied with one, so take it. It’s worth it.”

“Please”, Yoongi hasn’t talked much ever since this started, but what he said has always been honest, “please don’t stop.”

“Fuck”, Hoseok didn’t expect that.

Yoongi begins fucking back, doing so with his ass presented in a perfect arch and his fingers gripping the chair to the point of ripping it.

“Shit, hah”, Hoseok’s voice pitches as his hips stutter. This he expected even less. For Yoongi to willingly beg for more and for his body to showcase his desperation. It’s messing with his head, “holy shit”, Hoseok presses out and grabs a bundle of Yoongi’s soaked hair. He uses the leverage to push his head down and into the edge of the backrest. Like this, Yoongi rests on his cheek and drools all over the cushion.

“I wanna break you, I wanna fucking ruin you, holy fuck I’m so fucking into you”, Hoseok chants with ruby eyes and his cheeks covered in dark veins, “I’m so fucking into you. Holy fuck, Yoongi. Fuck, your name sounds perfect like this. Yoongi, argh Yoongi.”

He keeps talking as he keeps fucking. Angrily and like an animal. No human could withstand this. How the chair is still keeping up with it, will always stay a mystery. But Yoongi can. Yoongi with his gaping, wet hole and tears streaming down his face can withstand this. Yoongi with his fingers ripping the armchair and his cock continuously leaking thick white pleasure wants to withstand this. And Yoongi with his scalp burning from getting his hair tugged and with his lungs working just a little less well because Hoseok keeps pressing him into the chair hopes that this won’t ever stop.

The movie has stopped by now. Now, only the start menu stares back at Hoseok. Him with his hard cock out whilst in the background snippets of the movies repeat over and over again. A hundred and fifty minutes. He has been fucking Yoongi for two hours and thirty fucking minutes and it hasn’t gotten boring at all. And here Yoongi wanted to complain about the length.

“I have to cum”, Yoongi confesses with his voice so not entirely his’. Hoseok knows Yoongi as someone with a deep voice. A calm voice with a timbre that feels as if it could lull you to sleep in relaxation or make you cum with just a few words. Not in a million years would he have imagined him to produce such squeaky sounds. And he loves it, fucking him even harder just so he can make him squeak as he cums.

Yoongi begins convulsing and shaking, “now, please, now.”

“I’m not stopping you”, Hoseok encourages him and the last thing he does before Yoongi breaks is write his name against his swollen prostrate.

Yoongi orgasms with a squeak. Just like Hoseok wanted.

“Yeah that’s it, that’s fucking it”, Hoseok growls with his fangs on display. He slams into Yoongi, pulling his fragile hips onto his cock to make it ever more intense.

“Oh god”, Yoongi chokes out and begins sobbing, “I have to- I’m sorry.”

“What do you- oh”, Hoseok feels lost for words. Yoongi’s once white cream changes colours, turning more and more into translucent liquid until it is all that is left. It leaves Yoongi’s cock each time Hoseok fucks into him and therefore makes his body convulse. It is already running down the chair by now, soiling Hoseok’s foot and the floor.

“Ah, ah I’m sorry, ah, oh god, ah”, Yoongi wails, shaking against his will.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit. You. Are. The hottest motherfucker ever”, Hoseok moans and throws his head back. He squeezes his eyes shut, “holy shit, you’re making me cum”, he growls and overcome by one last surge of power, he tugs Yoongi up until he can wrap his arms around him and press his lips against his sweaty neck. He smells like his cologne, ecstatic pleasure and fresh sweat. Hoseok inhales the scent like an addict. Like this, his fangs tickle his skin.

Hoseok climaxes just like this. Holding Yoongi, inhaling his pleasure-drenched scent and making him squirt until Hoseok drew out even the last harsh movement.

The two vampires fall on the floor afterwards. It was Hoseok’s doing. He lost balance and tugged Yoongi right with him. The latter is his little spoon, shaking in his arms as Hoseok purrs and kisses his neck. His cock is still plugging him up, hard but very obviously human sized. It honestly feels like nothing is in his ass right now, until Hoseok moves it just right and rubs it against his abused prostate. Yoongi flinches each time it happens, but he doesn’t want it to end. It feels so good and once those bolts of overstimulation stop for good, it will mean that Hoseok slipped out and his hole is gaping. Filled with lube and cum, it is most definitely going to leak. Yoongi is scared of that happening.

“This was fucking amazing”, Hoseok lulls, kissing the shell of Yoongi’s ear, “was it good for you?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi croaks. Shame begins to bubble in his stomach. Shame for showing himself like this.

“That’s good to hear”, Hoseok says and lets out a content sigh.

“Hoba, I’m dropping”, Yoongi chokes out.

“You are? Hey”, Hoseok gasps and tries to slip out.

“No. Don’t leave. I-I’ll leak and, and gape and, and I c-can’t do, do that. I can’t. I-“

“Okay, hey I get it”, Hoseok assures him, pressing himself as close as possible just so Yoongi can feel how stuffed he still was, “do you feel that? You’re still filled up.”

“Don’t stop”, Yoongi gets out and rolls to his tummy just enough that his nose is pressed against the floor.

Hoseok chases him, making sure to keep his cock inside as he snakes his arms around him. He pulls him against his chest, rubbing his tummy gently.

“I won’t stop. I can stay hard for a really long time. Promise, you can warm my cock for as long as you need to. Doctor Love can be Doctor Aftercare as well.”

Yoongi laughs even if he thinks that the joke was dumb. Like this, he doesn’t feel ashamed anymore. As a matter of fact, he even feels good. Hoseok laughs with him.

“Fuck”, Yoongi presses out, “fuck, you’re such an idiot.”

“Yeah, probably. You gotta admit though, I can fuck.”

“I guess.”

“What do you mean I guess? Dude, I just made you squirt.”

Yoongi nudges Hoseok’s stomach with his elbow.

“You’re a fucking ass. Don’t make fun of me”, he hisses.

“I’m not”, Hoseok assures him and takes his once attacking arm to instead pin it onto the floor by his wrist, “it’s just that I’ve never made a man squirt before. That shit was hot as fuck.”

Yoongi likes having his hand pinned down, he also likes feeling Hoseok’s cock move as they play wrestle and he likes the conversation. Hoseok doesn’t judge him for the kind of things he is most ashamed of doing in front of someone who isn’t you. Yoongi won’t ever tell him, but it means the world to him.

“Yeah well, I’m not a man.”

“Yeah right, you’re a slut.”

“Shut up”, Yoongi hisses and tries to fight Hoseok again.

The latter laughs and pins him down. Yoongi merely did it so he could feel his cock shift inside. He won’t ever confess it. He wiggles again, but Hoseok pins him down and begins nibbling at his neck. Yoongi grows slack, closing his eyes.

“I still can’t believe that I was your first.”

“You weren’t my first. ___ was.”

“Yeah right. I was still the first man.”

“Whatever.”

“How come?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re officially dating Kook. Why didn’t he take you first?”

“Because… I don’t know”, Yoongi is whispering, “I’m scared to show myself like that in front of him.”

“He wouldn’t judge you.”

“I know, but I’d feel weird. He looks up at me. I feel…weird at the thought of being like this with him.”

“I get it. It’s a power thing. You don’t wanna be the one he has to take care of ‘cause until now, you were always the one to coddle him.”

Yoongi cranes his neck to look at Hoseok.

“What?” Hoseok asks.

“Since when are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“Like…not a constant idiot pervert.”

Hoseok furrows his brows, “ouch”, he says, nudging Yoongi, “I know I suck at being serious, but damn you really had to hit me where it hurts the most, didn’t you?”

“I’m sorry”, Yoongi says honestly, “I didn’t wanna hurt you. I just…” he studies Hoseok’s face. It is sweaty and glowing from sex and his long hair is sticking to parts of it. Yoongi always thought that Hoseok was handsome, but tonight he feels almost unbearably drawn to him, “…I get it. I’m bad at it too. I act cold to cope and you joke around. I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

“I accept your apology”, Hoseok says and grins, “no but seriously, it’s okay dude. I know you didn’t mean any harm in it.”

“Good”, Yoongi says and turns away to relax while Hoseok cuddles into him.

“We could open another bottle of wine. What do you think?” he suggests.

“I gotta leave soon.”

“You’re not leaving tonight. It’s storming like a bitch again and you’re still too drunk to drive.”

“Then I’ll walk.”

Hoseok laughs, “don’t be ridiculous. You’ll get wet and cold. I can make you wet and blissed out.”

“You want me to stay over?” Yoongi asks as calmly as possible even if Hoseok’s words make his head dizzy.

“Yeah, stay over. Drink more wine, get drunker, maybe watch another one of my movies and fuck again”, Hoseok says and rolls his hips gently, “let’s not get sober already.”

Yoongi understands what Hoseok means by that. Being sober means that this is gonna end. The ruthless, dumb fucking is over once their heads are cleared from the wine. Maybe Yoongi doesn’t want this to happen yet.

“Fine”, he says, “but you gotta promise me not to tell anyone. Just once please keep it to yourself.”

“I promise. I’ll keep it a secret.”

“I trust you on that.”

“When have I ever broken your trust?”

Yoongi stay silent.

“Exactly”, Hoseok says, “now tell me how long you still need to cockwarm me ‘cause I’m thirsty for more wine.”

Yoongi scoffs, “you’re a fucking idiot. Just get up, but don’t look.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Despite Yoongi’s dreams of keeping their night a secret, it gets exposed the next day. Not by Hoseok – hell, this man was ready to take the secret to the grave – but by none other than you and the others returning from your holiday and running to check on them after hearing very worrisome noises from his bedroom. Yoongi didn’t come home. He didn’t pick up his phone. Of course, you went looking for him at the place you figured he would be. Hoseok’s renovations were known to you all, just as much as Yoongi’s willingness to help. You all ran, taking two steps at the time. The door opened easily, revealing the probably most shocking view to your eyes.

Yoongi and Hoseok tangled under the fluffy duvet in rough missionary, three empty bottles of wine scattered on the bedroom floor and their bodies drenched in sweat. By now, Yoongi was wearing one of Hoseok’s tanktops while the latter was still naked. They never went to sleep, their bodies were still buzzing in booze. You all screamed, then yelled, then they complained while you stuttered in shock until it ended in laughter and you leaving them to finish up.

Yoongi stays out until late into the night. He hopes that you are sleeping already. You aren’t, calling him into the sitting room, the moment he passes it.

“So, you and Hobi. Wanna tell me how that happened?”

“Why did you stay up? Go to bed, this is so embarrassing to talk about”, he whines.

You wiggle your brows, “Boongie, go on tell me everything.”

“No. I’m hungover. We drank five bottles of the witches’ wine, I’m dying.”

“And you don’t think that it could be because he has been railing you for one night and an entire day?” you ask him, studying his ruined form. He wasn’t even able to button up his pants properly.

“Fuck, shut up.”

“I’m not shutting up until you tell me how that happened.”

“We got drunk, okay?” Yoongi is embarrassed, but not ashamed. You know him. He is blushing like crazy, not only from the afterglow of the wine and the sex, but also from being shy, but he wasn’t ashamed. Not in front of you. Never in front of you, “he showed me his pornos and I just…they excited me, alright?”

“Ooooh okay, that’s shocking”, you get up to hurry to him in happy skips, “don’t tell me that his films are actually good”, you say and touch his tummy.

This simple touch was enough to break Yoongi’s composure. He is with you again. His safe space.

“I kid you not” he says and giggles, “they were really fucking hot”, he whispers as he shares the secret with you. He even leans in to whisper it into your ear. You tilt your head so he can reach you better.

“Yeah?” you giggle with him, “I can’t believe that they actually are. And is he a good fuck?” you are whispering too.

“Yeah, a really good one. He fucked my ass. Multiple times. I think I actually saw god.”

“Ooh Boongie, that sounds amazing. Tell me more. Wait. Doesn’t that mean that he was your first real cock? Holy moly, it does! Oh my god, Boongie tell me everything”, you say as you drag him to your magic kitchen by his hands, “tell me, tell me, tell me.”

“Do I gotta? I’m so hungover, I just wanna knock out”, he whines, following you gladly despite his complaints.

“That’s why I’ll be making you something while you talk. I promise, I know just the remedy against witchy hangovers. You talk, I cook and then I tell you all about New York as you fall asleep. I’m still jet lagged as fuck anyways, I can’t fall asleep.”

“Okay fine”, he gives in with a happy skip in his steps, “but I wanna lie on your couch as you work.”

“Of course, I’ll even tug in your horny ass.”

“Don’t call me that”, Yoongi complains, making you snicker.

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helenamayhathaway · 7 months

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Chapters: 11/? Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga, side Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin Characters: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Seokjin | Jin, Manager Kim Sejin, Original Male Character(s), Lee Taemin Additional Tags: Paris (City), Paris Fashion Week, Model Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Model Park Jimin (BTS), Rapper Min Yoongi | Suga, Rapper Kim Namjoon | RM, Singer Kim Seokjin | Jin, imposter syndrome, Depression, Not Canon Compliant, Fashion & Couture, Social Media, Requited Love, Anxiety, Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope is Whipped, Min Yoongi | Suga Is Whipped, Social Justice Activist Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, They both have depression for different reasons yay!, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope & Park Jimin are Best Friends, Kim Namjoon | RM & Min Yoongi | Suga are Best Friends, Happy Ending, Light Angst, Eating Disorders, no one actively has an eating disorder, but they have definitely had them before Summary:

Min Yoongi is South Korea's most popular rapper, but he is currently suffering through a pretty bad case of imposter syndrome.

Jung Hoseok is the most beloved former model turned social justice activist in the world, and he feels desperately alone.

They're both at Paris Fashion Week and despite never having met each other, the entire internet seems to think they're madly in love.

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jemshopes · 1 year

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Make Me Understand || Sope

--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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