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Yoongi holds onto Hoseok’s arm tightly as the two of them both try to talk to the lady at the counter. It’s very difficult to talk to someone in English when neither you nor the other person’s first language is English, but they’re managing pretty okay. Yoongi’s English is certainly better than his Greek. The only Greek words he knows are food. Hoseok assures her that they do not need two rooms, nor do they need a room with two beds. One bed is just fine. They’re going to use it, but there’s every possibility that the bed doesn’t even get slept in.
The two of them have a little bit of an argument over who’s going to pay for the room, but Yoongi wins out. After all, he isn’t the one who just paid for a flight to Greece.
“You can pay me back in a different way,” Yoongi says. Sometimes it’s really nice speaking a language that literally no one else understands. He likes being able to say something obscene and no one has a clue what he’s saying. It’s kind of freeing.
“I’m going to pay you back in every single way possible.” Maybe it’s not Hoseok paying him back, but Yoongi would like to show off a few of his skills. Namely, he gives a really good blowjob.
They finally get their hotel key, though it is an adventure for all parties involved. Hoseok checks the number to find that they’re up on the sixth floor, so they walk over to the elevator behind them.
Hoseok had the forethought to bring luggage, which he had stored in a bush outside of the rental house where the show was filming when he went to “rescue” Yoongi. Yoongi really fucking wishes he had his own stuff. Some of it is back in that rental house, while the rest of it is still in the mansion back home, and he wonders when or if he’s going to get any of that shit back. He’s got the jacket Hoseok picked out for him as well as the shoes, so he’s got most of what’s important, but it sure would be nice to have his actual things. That’s a concern for another time. He and Hoseok fit into each other’s clothes, so for the time being, he’ll just be living out of the same suitcase as him.
“What’s going on in the real world?” Yoongi asks as they wait for the elevator. It’s a tiny European elevator which is to say that it’s close quarters even when it’s just the two of them. Though it’s not like either of them is likely to complain about being too close to the other.
“Boring things really. Politics, global warming. I had free time, so I watched the entire show with Jimin as soon as I got sent home. I literally cannot begin to describe to you the chemistry that you and I have together on screen.”
“Yeah?” Yoongi says, he pushes the button to their floor once they step in. Since the room is higher up it means they’ll have a nice view, though he’s not sure of how much use that’s going to be when they don’t get out of bed for two days straight.
Hoseok laughs, “I’m not even joking, you can tell that it’s going to be the two of us from episode one. You were so obvious.”
“You were pretty obvious too,” Yoongi says, looking back on how Hoseok’s flirting dripped off of him. He didn’t hide any of it. Sometimes, Hoseok would narrate his own feelings, and this was all happening day one onward.
“Yeah, well I was supposed to be obvious. I was supposed to have feelings for you. You just didn’t hide or pretend to care for anyone else. You tripped over your own tongue too much.”
Yoongi just shakes his head and rolls his eyes when the elevator doors open onto their floor. The hotel is a tall and thin building, not a small and stout one, so there’s only five or six rooms on this floor. Hopefully they’re not occupied because Yoongi plans on screaming. They make their way to their room, and Yoongi has never been more relieved to walk into a room in his life. It has that stereotypical hotel scent, it’s the same in every country. Hoseok, ever vigilant, perfect Hoseok, puts the Do Not Disturb sign on their door before he locks it.
Yoongi searches for a light switch, but hotels always trick you with their light switches. One turns on some lights, but another turns on all the lights, and then one turns off some lights, but there’s never one that turns off all of the lights. Yoongi lights up only one small, yellow light above them, but it’s enough because he’s not about to play the light switch game.
Noticing the window, he walks over to the far side of room where the curtains are completely open. Open curtains are not going to be okay considering what’s about to take place in this hotel room all night and for as long as Yoongi can convince Hoseok not to get out of bed. Before he closes the curtains, though, he gets distracted by looking out at the city below him. He pulls open the window, which opens up onto a little balcony which more closely resembles a fire escape than it does a balcony. He puts his arms on the railing and lets the summer breeze wash over him. Hoseok joins him, wrapping his arms around Yoongi and resting his head on his shoulder.
Even though it’s night, you can see the Acropolis perfectly. It’s obvious that this city does it intentionally, they want you to see how beautiful their country is, so they’ve cast it like a movie scene. Down below is the city, which is still alive with restaurants and bars, and shows no signs of retiring for the night. Hoseok kisses his neck and hums softly.
“There’s nothing gayer than Greece, is there?” Yoongi says. Lots of gay shit going on in those myths. It feels appropriate for the coming hours.
Hoseok snorts, “you think that’s why they brought the show here?”
“I don’t know that they were intelligent enough to put the pieces together like that.” He thinks briefly of what hell has most definitely broken loose back on set. They must be going absolutely crazy. They have Hoseok’s phone number, because he had to turn his phone off earlier from how many calls he was getting. That’s something to be dealt with in a few days after they’ve had their fill of being in Greece. Maybe when they pick up the phone, Yoongi will be able to negotiate getting all of his stuff back. Ugh, his own phone is somewhere back in Korea. It feels different being without it when he’s back in the real world.
“The whole country is rooting for us,” Hoseok says offhandedly.
“Good.”
Hoseok smiles, “the twitter response when I got kicked off the show was insane. God, I’ll show it to you tomorrow.”
“It’s crazy that people are actually watching the show. Is my mixtape really doing that well? People actually like it?”
“Yoongi, you’ve seriously been number one in the country for three weeks. There are dozens of reviews and people love it. It makes them love you even more when they watch the show. You even charted in America.”
“Fuck, wow,” Yoongi says, putting his head in his hands and looking directly down at the restaurant below them. There are people down below, bright and lively, not knowing how special Yoongi feels right now. He’s actually had a cultural impact? From this show? He feels warm and good inside. That was the whole point of all of this when he started out. It feels so long ago, back when being recognized was the only thing he wanted from this show. He really only cared about that. Now, Hoseok is telling him that it’s actually happened and all he can think about is Hoseok. He’ll be excited for all of that when they’re back home, but right now, all he’s thankful for is that Hoseok is here with him. They’re in one of the most beautiful cities in the world and he doesn’t want to go back any time soon. He wants to just be here with Hoseok, putting the world on hold for the two of them.
“I self-produced that thing,” Yoongi says, realizing only now what this all might mean for his wallet. “Am I about to be rich, Hoseok?”
“I don’t know. You’re definitely about to be a famous rapper.”
“Damn,” he says, thinking wistfully. He’s going to have to make a twitter. Maybe he’ll try to make a music video and Hoseok will be in it and they’ll go viral. He gets a little excited about it. Maybe… he’s about to get signed. That’s his dream come true. It all feels like it’s falling into place.
“People aren’t critical of me being a rapper on a dating show?” he asks. It’s a thought that has festered for months now.
“Not that I’ve noticed. You’ve been getting so much praise for your mixtape, and we’ve just had so many supporters of our relationship that I don’t think anyone really cares how you rose to fame.”
“That’s good,” he says. “Not like I care about my reputation… but I do care.”
“The whole world loves you. Not nearly as much as I do. I don’t know if I’ve told you yet that I contributed some of my hard-earned money to help chart your mixtape,” Hoseok says. He’s still holding Yoongi from behind, so his voice is coming low and deep, right into his ear. It’s getting him all tingly feeling.
“Yeah?” Yoongi asks. He gets a little giddy inside thinking of Hoseok listening to what he poured his heart and soul into. He also feels a tad bit of embarrassment about it too. Not because he doesn’t think it’s amazing, because he knows his mixtape is amazing, but there is an innate fear you have of sharing something you’re proud of with people you’re close to.
“It might be a little biased for me to say, but I think you’re probably the best musician to have ever lived.”
“No, I don’t think that’s bias. I think that’s just common sense.”
“I’m not sure I should even tell you what I did while I listened to that mixtape of yours. I just got so lonely without you…” Hoseok says, and that sure does go to Yoongi’s dick.
“We should go inside,” Yoongi says rather dramatically, and Hoseok laughs at him. The two of them walk back into their room, and then pull closed the door and draw the curtains in tightly. “Won’t you go on? What is it that you did?”
“Well,” Hoseok says, and he takes Yoongi’s hand as he pulls them onto their bed. Yoongi falls very naturally into Hoseok’s lap like he was made to be there. Hoseok looks up at him with his bedroom eyes that tell Yoongi he knows precisely how sexy he is. “I guess I just couldn’t get our night together out of my head. Nothing will ever be quite so tragic as the fact that we only ever got to use one of those three condoms.”
Yoongi’s eyes bug out for the briefest of seconds. “Wait, you brought some, didn’t you?”
Hoseok laughs at him and rolls his eyes before pulling Yoongi in to kiss him. He assumes that’s a yes. Hoseok came all the way to Greece for them to be reunited, is Yoongi so stupid as to believe that he didn’t plan ahead for what’s about to happen? The kiss is very relaxed, with Yoongi’s hands in Hoseok’s hair, and his hands on Yoongi’s hips. He rolls his body just the slightest bit down onto Hoseok to make sure he gets him turned on. It’s either effective or Hoseok was already horny.
“I’m going to need you to be more specific,” Yoongi says, dumbing his voice down a little bit. “I’m having trouble picturing what you were doing while listening to my mixtape.”
“Hmm,” Hoseok makes a face like he has to think about it. “Let’s see… well for like three days straight, I put on the record, and at first I just let you talk to me. I just needed to hear your voice. I missed you so goddamn much. But after I listened to your voice it just made me think of how pretty you sounded when I was fucking you. Your voice is so nice in your music, but nothing compared to how you moaned my name. And I thought about how no one else is ever going to hear you like I get to hear you. All out of breath and needy.”
Yoongi whimpers, pressing his dick down against Hoseok, feeling the bulge of Hoseok’s against his ass, which is unfortunately still clothed.
“I jerked off to your voice so fucking much, but it only made me miss you more. I waited too long to see you again. I can’t tell you how much I want you.”
“Then take me,” he says burying his head into his neck and inhaling his scent. He honestly doesn’t smell great, but Yoongi doesn’t really care. He smells like an airport and sweat and being awake for too long, but underneath it all, he still smells like Hoseok. He likes the way that Hoseok smells. “I’ve missed you so much, Seok,”
Being away from someone is usually hard, but it’s extremely hard when you’ve been in love with them for all of about three weeks and then they’re suddenly taken away from you. When the love is fresh, there’s nothing worse than being away from each other. That’s why it hurt so much to be away from Hoseok even for a week. They spent so much time with each other and finally confessed to loving each other only to be ripped apart without goodbyes less than twenty-four hours later. Now that he has Hoseok with him, he isn’t going to let him leave. Not ever.
“I just couldn’t get how pretty you are out of my head. The way I want to see you… naked and… writhing… isn’t something I could get from watching the show. It’s not like the camera could ever do you justice anyway.” Yoongi bites at Hoseok’s ear, and he doesn’t bother with teasing it out before he’s pulling Hoseok’s shirt off of him. He’s waited long enough.
“Stop telling me about it and do it,” Yoongi says, sounding brattier than he had intended. Hoseok is strong, much stronger than he looks, because Yoongi comes to be on his back without knowing how he got there. Hoseok is pulling off Yoongi’s shirt and worshipping his chest and then stomach. Yoongi wants Hoseok’s mouth against his though, so he pulls Hoseok back up to him and sticks his tongue as far as it’ll go into Hoseok’s mouth. Before Hoseok, it was always a little weird when he touched someone else’s tongue with his own. He wasn’t adverse to it like Hoseok used to be but it’s still very slimy and awkward until you find your pace. But with Hoseok, the only word that matters is more.
Hoseok grinds his hips down and Yoongi can feel himself growing harder, which doesn’t seem like it should be possible.
“Wait a moment,” Yoongi says, remembering what he had wanted to do.
“I’d really rather not,” he says.
Yoongi just rolls his eyes, “no, I’ve decided I’m going to blow you first.”
“Oh,” Hoseok says, making a face. He didn’t realize that Yoongi just gets to decide these things, but he’s definitely okay with it. “Well alright then.”
Yoongi laughs and then throws Hoseok off of him before he’s rather unceremoniously shoving his pants and boxers down, but Yoongi is lazy so he just leaves them around Hoseok’s thighs. He’s already seen Hoseok’s cock, so he’s not surprised this time that he’s so big, but he is still a little bit intimidated. It’s not like he’s got a third leg, it’s just that Yoongi can only use comparison to himself and the other guys he’s slept with and Hoseok’s bigger than all of the above.
“This is what I’ve been dreaming about for this past week,” Yoongi says. The way he’s so matter of fact about it has Hoseok going crazy. Yoongi’s hand on his dick is so different from his own. He’s both gentler and needier. Hoseok gets pushed to the top of the bed, his head hitting the wall just a little bit as Yoongi settles into a comfortable position between his legs. He has his ass in the air as he’s bent over Hoseok, slowly starting out by jerking him off into full hardness before he gets to feel those sinful lips.
Yoongi leaves small wet kisses to his inner thigh for just a few moments before finally, oh god, his mouth is fucking wet. That’s what you expect from a mouth, but still. Hoseok makes a low growling sound that he hadn’t intended and Yoongi fucking giggles. He giggles with his literal mouth on the tip of Hoseok’s cock. He can feel the vibrations shoot through him, but Yoongi doesn’t play cute for too long, because not seconds later, he’s got his mouth wrapped around Hoseok, his hand pumping the rest of what he can’t fit into his mouth, which is quite a bit for two reasons: Yoongi has a small mouth, and well, you can guess the other.
Yoongi has a very particular way of giving a blow job, he doesn’t really try to get as much in his mouth as possible, he just gets the tip dripping wet and sucks on it like candy. It is unbelievably dirty and Hoseok feels it everywhere, even in his fucking toes.
Yoongi pulls off for just a second to look at Hoseok’s face which is mostly out of view because Hoseok is looking up at the ceiling shell-shocked. “I’ve got to admit a little something to you. I kind of really love sucking dick,” Yoongi says, shaking his head as if it’s a serious addiction.
“Is there anything else you’re secretly an expert at that I should know about?” Hoseok asks, and he kind of expects something as a response, but he doesn’t get that because Yoongi just goes right back down on him. “Fuck!” Hoseok says, his tone almost sounds angry. He doesn’t know how best to handle the fact that his boyfriend is literally perfect in every way and also just happens to be amazing in bed too. It kind of doesn’t seem fair at this point. The least Yoongi could do would be to have some sort of flaw, literally anything at all, but he’s just too good at being perfect.
Hoseok musters up the energy to get up onto his elbows so that he can watch. Yoongi’s hair is a little too long to get a good view so he gathers up his hair and pushes it back past his forehead so that he can see his pretty pink mouth. Yoongi looks like something out of a porn. He knows exactly what he’s doing to make Hoseok feel good, and he knows how to do it in the hottest way possible. He looks up at Hoseok, who can’t keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds at a time, which makes him sneer. Yoongi’s body, mouth, everything, were made for sex and it is one of the many reasons for why Hoseok is in love with him.
Yoongi still has his pants on so he has to rut up against the mattress in order to not start whining. He traces his mouth along the underside of Hoseok’s dick and uses a finger to play with a little bead of precum leaking from the tip. It’s been too long since he’s done this, and he never wants to suck off anyone who’s not Hoseok ever again. He loves the feeling of Hoseok pushing his hair back, and he makes eye contact with him for all of a second before Hoseok moans and his head falls back against the pillow.
He doesn’t bother fitting more than he can handle into his mouth, instead worshipping the tip of Hoseok’s cock with his tongue and hollowing his cheeks. God, Hoseok’s makes some of the sexiest noises imaginable. Hoseok shouldn’t even be allowed to be this hot. Everyone else has to suffer because of him.
“Yoongi,” Hoseok moans, and he feels unending pride at hearing his name slip past Hoseok’s lips. He never meant to sell his soul to this man, but Hoseok has it and he has no intention of asking for it back.
Yoongi hums because he knows it will destroy Hoseok, and it does. Hoseok responds with sounds that come from a place so primal that Yoongi close to chokes on his dick just from how it hits his spine. Against both of their wishes, Hoseok pulls Yoongi off by the hair, which okay, Yoongi doesn’t mind that part. His hair pulling thing is slightly more intense than even Hoseok knows.
“If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to need to stop,” Hoseok says, and Yoongi doesn’t give him time to say anything else before he’s got his tongue in Hoseok’s mouth. They can both taste the bitterness of Hoseok on his tongue but neither of them really cares.
Hoseok’s hands are ghosting over Yoongi’s shoulder blades while Yoongi yanks his pants down and begins kicking them off. Hoseok does the same, pulling his pants the rest of the way off so that he can press himself against Yoongi, skin to skin. They honestly and truly were meant to be together, because why else would their bodies slot together like puzzle pieces?
Hoseok kisses Yoongi’s everything. Shoulders, jaw, neck, mouth. Hell, he even gives his nose a few kisses. Yoongi has such a cute nose. He’s always loved his nose.
Yoongi sighs and fists his own dick a few times so that he’s just as hard as Hoseok. He lets Hoseok kiss him wherever he wants, even lets Hoseok roll him over and climb on top. The problem is, he’s being a little too gentle, and a lot too slow. “We’ve got all night and all tomorrow and also probably forever to take it slow. But I have been away from you for a week, so right now, I’m just going to need you to bang me like a train.”
Hoseok stops and gives him a look, “a train?”
“I don’t know? Like really hard and really fast,” Yoongi’s face says annoyed, but he rubs his dick against Hoseok’s thigh anyway.
“A jackhammer maybe?” Hoseok offers.
“Alright, do me like a jackhammer then.”
“How about I just fuck you really hard?” Hoseok says, and then scrambles over to where he left his bag by the door. He knows exactly what pocket he put everything in, so he returns to Yoongi only a moment later. The two of them wrestle, Yoongi bites him a few times and Hoseok whimpers. Last time, he had been in charge, and he holds Yoongi’s face by the cheeks with one hand so that he can take back that role. All it takes is him torturing Yoongi’s cock with slow, soft strokes to get him into the whining mess that he wants.
“Why do you have to make it less colorful?” Yoongi’s voice is breathless, but he won’t relent on being a little shit.
“Alright,” Hoseok shrugs with defeat. “A train it is.”
Yoongi starts to laugh but then moans because Hoseok’s hand knows exactly how to make him weak. He can feel himself leaking precum and he just needs to have Hoseok inside of him already or he’ll set himself on fire.
His eyes are closed as he rubs his cock against whatever part of Hoseok’s skin he can find. Hoseok lightly presses Yoongi’s hips against the bed, and he starts to complain when he hears unwrapping, and then a bottle opening. Then he feels the warmth of Hoseok’s breath over his face and he looks up to see his lust blown eyes. Yeah, he’s in love with this man. The lube goes on cold, but both of them are a little too hurried to care all that much about it. Hoseok pulls Yoongi’s legs up onto his shoulders and puts a pillow under his lower back. He practically folds him in half but Yoongi doesn’t care. Literally anything to get Hoseok to fuck him. Yoongi waits for centuries between Hoseok’s fingers just grazing over his hole and when he can feel his cock teasing him.
“Please,” Yoongi says. What does Hoseok even do to him to make him so needy? He’s always just begging and asking for more with Hoseok. This is the only man in the world he’s willing to be so vulnerable with.
Instead of pain, which is probably what he should be feeling, he just feels relief when Hoseok pushes in. He’s waited too long. A whole damn week, that’s too long. Well, it is when the love is new and passionate. Hoseok groans while Yoongi’s breath catches harshly. They just feel right together. The two of them were made to be together like this.
“I missed you, Seok,” Yoongi says, voice barely a whisper. The drag of his cock is endless and it’s magical. It hurts but Yoongi loves it. He likes the feeling of being taken by his Hoseok.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby,” Hoseok says, setting a slow pace. The angle is a little awkward to kiss him but Yoongi manages to pull Hoseok down to his lips anyway. Now he really is being folded in half, but to get Hoseok’s mouth on his, he’d do anything. Kissing him is the only thing that feels better than oh fuck. Hoseok hits his prostate at just the right time to get Yoongi to gasp and bite at Hoseok’s lip.
Hoseok pulls away and he brings Yoongi’s hips forward a little bit, which thrusts him further onto Hoseok’s dick with a loud whine that says too much. Hoseok apologizes, but he’s got a little bit better access now so he more than makes it up to Yoongi a few seconds later when he hits that spot again and then again.
Yoongi is about to wrap a hand around his cock but Hoseok beats him to it, and his hand is unforgiveable in a good way. It takes all of a few seconds before Hoseok’s hand is flying over his dick, as if to tell Yoongi that he’s about to speed up his thrusts at the same time, which he does. Yoongi isn’t going to cry… not this time anyway, but the sounds that get caught in his throat come pretty close.
“You’re so pretty, Yoongi,” Hoseok practically growls the words and Yoongi blushes, not because of the praise but because one particularly good thrust has him reeling throughout his whole body. Sweat is sticking his hair to his forehead and he can’t help himself from hammering his own hips back onto Hoseok’s. He can hear the sound of their bodies coming together now, and it’s totally obscene. He looks down his body to see the point where the two of them literally become one and his whole body heats up at the sight of the two of them together. Closer than any two people can ever be. Hoseok’s cock literally disappearing inside of him.
God, if there are people staying in the hotel room next to theirs, Yoongi almost feels bad for them, but he doesn’t actually because Hoseok is making him feel way too good for him to actually care about anyone else. Even if someone complains, it will not stop him from getting off right here and right now. Yoongi is cursing up a storm to go along with the wet slip-slide sound of Hoseok pounding into him. The look on Hoseok’s face is so special right now. His eyebrows are drawn together, almost aggressive looking. He’s downright glistening. Chest, forehead, hair. When Yoongi gets sweaty he looks like he smells bad, and he usually does smell bad, but Hoseok just looks even sexier. Everything about this man is unfair.
“Fuck. You’re so hot, baby,” Hoseok says. Yoongi really cannot get over that word in his mouth. Baby. No one in the world can make that word sound as sexy as he can.
Yoongi tries to say words, to tell Hoseok he loves him, but he can’t muster them up. He’s coming undone from the inside and he’s never wanted anything else more. He will never want anyone like he wants this man. Never. Yoongi holds his legs open for him, trying to get more, just anything more. That’s when Hoseok’s hand finds its way into Yoongi’s hair and he tugs and Yoongi just about loses it right that second. He has one hand on Yoongi’s cock, and the other pulling his hair and they both know what that does to him. Hoseok can feel himself getting close so he wants to make sure Yoongi is there with him.
“I’m not gonna last,” Yoongi warns him, and this only makes Hoseok’s pace more punishing. Yoongi presses his eyes together firmly and exposes his neck to Hoseok, which he takes advantage of before Yoongi goes weightless and feels himself cum all over his stomach between them. His breath hitches and he becomes absolutely limbless as his orgasm waves through him like an earthquake. On top of him, Hoseok makes a desperate sound. He fucks Yoongi through it, but not for too terribly long. Hoseok’s hips stutter and then his forehead falls against Yoongi’s as he comes too, right where their bodies are flushed together.
They both swear, they both groan, and they both breathe heavily against each other. Yoongi whines enough that Hoseok gets the message and pulls out. He lazily ties off the condom and throws it somewhere on the ground, which he’s definitely not allowed to do once they have an apartment together, but this is just a hotel room so Yoongi will let it slide.
Honestly, they both need time enough to recover and forget about kissing while they both stare up at the ceiling. Yoongi scrambles a hand to touch him and finds his bicep, which he holds onto as if he’ll float away.
“That was good,” Yoongi says, feeling wiped out. Hoseok snorts.
“Good?”
“Mm, yes,” he says, smiling. His eyes are still closed but he can feel Hoseok looking at him. He had a cavity once in middle school and the dentist gave him laughing gas while they filled it, and the floaty sensation he had back then is similar to the one he feels right now. “Good job. Ten stars.”
“You’re the cutest,” Hoseok says. Then his mouth is all over Yoongi’s neck and jaw until Yoongi grabs his chin and pulls him into a real kiss.
“Let’s do it again. In like twenty minutes,” Yoongi says, smiling at the ceiling.
“Jesus, Yoongi, are you some sort of machine?”
“Cut me some slack, I’m in love.”
“So am I, but I’m an old man.”
“I’m older than you?” Yoongi says finally opening his eyes to see Hoseok looking at him. Hoseok just makes a huffing sound and falls back onto the bed, obviously tired of leaning on his shoulder. What an old man.
“You’re fucking me next time; I did all the work. Give me some rest.”
The words catch him off guard. “I don’t usually do that,” Yoongi replies. His skin is already pink from exertion and post orgasm glow, so it doesn’t change when he blushes. The truth is that he’s never done that. Yoongi just really likes being fucked. It’s one of his favorite things in the world. A cock between his legs, stretching him open. Yeah… that’s the stuff.
Hoseok gives him a side eyed glance. “Well, you’re going to learn.”
Yoongi feels bashful all of a sudden but he puts his head onto Hoseok’s shoulder and simply says, “okay.” Whatever Hoseok wants, he can have.
Hoseok smiles and pulls Yoongi against his chest, kissing his hair and his face and anything because he’s so damn cute he doesn’t even know how to function when he’s around him. He just wants to kiss Yoongi everywhere. “I can teach you, don’t worry.” Yoongi’s smile is rather shy, but Hoseok kisses it before cupping his face in his hand. He will never get over how much he loves Yoongi’s squishy cheeks.
Yoongi takes Hoseok’s hand and looks at the way their hands melt together. There’s nothing he likes more than looking at Hoseok’s hand in his. It just feels right, even if Hoseok’s hand is sweaty.
“We should get a dog,” Yoongi says.
“Hmm, my apartment doesn’t allow pets.”
“That’s a shame.”
“I still live in Gwangju. Quite a long distance between my place and Seoul. It would get awfully tiring to drive between them to see our dog. Plus, I don’t have a car,” Hoseok says.
“I guess that means you’re just going to have to live with me, doesn’t it?” Yoongi says.
Hoseok buries his face in Yoongi’s neck and breathes him in. He’s almost surprised to find that the exhaustion has left his body. The warmth of Yoongi’s skin is all he will ever need.
“It’s a deal.”
Yoongi latches onto him like a starfish. When he first saw the bed at the mansion, he was excited that he could splay out all of his limbs on the bed like a starfish without anything hanging off the side of the bed. He never knew that what he wanted was to cling to someone in almost the exact opposite way.
“I’m the luckiest person in the world to have met you,” Yoongi says, hand on Hoseok’s chest. The paleness of his skin looks so different from the tan of Hoseok’s. It’s kind of cute.
“How many goddamn stars had to align for this to happen?” he says. “I never would have seen the ad for that fucking show if I hadn’t had a shitty day. You never would have gone on that show if you hadn’t attended the wrong audition. Somehow, we both got cast even though we’re both the unlikeliest of candidates. You didn’t even want to take the show seriously. All of this stuff had to come together for us to even meet. Then we did.”
“Once we met it was kind of inevitable,” Yoongi says. “If you hadn’t been there, I would have been able to go through with not falling in love. Easily, I could have. There wasn’t a single person in that mansion who I would ever want to date once the show was over.”
“I love you,” Hoseok says desperately before kissing Yoongi so many times that there’s no hint of a doubt that he means it. “I’m going to love you tomorrow, and all the hours in between and after.” Yoongi blushes, hearing his own words said back to him.
“I don’t even have to ask you if you’ll still love me when I’m wrinkly and grey,” Yoongi says. “I already know you will. What we have isn’t the kind of thing that you can fade away from.”
Hoseok hums, and then climbs on top of Yoongi, not purely in a sexual way. “How am I going to propose to you, I wonder.”
“Who says I’m not going to do it first?” Yoongi says, looking up at him.
Hoseok laughs and puts a hand to his face. “How crazy are we? It’s been two and a half months since we met. But I’m so sure. I’m so goddamn sure.”
“I think when you know, you just know,” Yoongi shrugs. “I know I’m supposed to be a rapper. You know you’re supposed to be a dancer. I know that you’re the only person I’m ever going to love. That’s just how things are.”
“I’m definitely going to propose first.”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Wanna bet?” Hoseok asks.
Yoongi purses his lips. “What are the parameters?”
“Gotta get a ring,” Hoseok says.
“Of course.”
“You’ve got to plan it obviously. It has to be romantic. No, it’s got to be perfect.”
“What if we’re eating dinner and I decide to be spontaneous?”
“I’m okay with spontaneity, but I’m still going to get there first.”
Yoongi pouts. “What’s your ring size, Hoseok?”
“I don’t know that off the top of my head.”
“We both know that’s not true.”
“9.” Hoseok says. “You?”
“I have no clue.”
“Sadly, I know that is true.” Hoseok grabs his hand and then holds his up for comparison, attempting to determine if it’s right or not. “Ah, they’re the same.”
“Then may the best man win,” Yoongi says and Hoseok shakes his hand.
Hoseok looks at Yoongi for one second too long and his heart fills up to the max. He attacks Yoongi, rolling him over and kissing him hard enough that their teeth get in the way. Yoongi lets it happen, sighing happily as Hoseok’s tongue and his meet. There’s a lot of spit, which is kind of gross, but then again, Yoongi still has dried cum on him so gross is sort of a constant theme. Hoseok’s hand on his shoulder is so firm that it almost hurts, but Yoongi likes it.
He’s not one for vanilla sex, and that’s not new, but Yoongi’s never been so at peace with being dominated like he is with Hoseok. Now obviously, he’s not going to totally submit, that’s just not the kind of person Yoongi is, but he will let Hoseok do anything he wants to his body, be that mark him up or bite him. It doesn’t matter to him, as long as Hoseok makes him feel good and says sweet things. So maybe that’s the one thing Yoongi needs, though. He’s not into being insulted at all. All he wants is Hoseok to tell him he’s good and pretty.
“I’m ready… ready… for round two,” he has to say it between tongues and saliva and bitten lips.
“Mhm.”
Yoongi forgets what the goal actually was, because he becomes too distracted in their kiss. Hoseok makes him come undone in the smallest of ways. Even the brush of a finger has Yoongi reeling. He can’t believe this is the man he’s going to propose to someday. He got him! There are going to be whole scores of people unbelievably jealous that Yoongi gets to have Hoseok when they don’t, and he doesn’t care. He deserves Hoseok.
“I’ve been fantasizing about how good you’re gonna fuck me for weeks,” Hoseok says, and Yoongi blanches. Oh. He forgot he has to be on top this time. He’s not… it’s not like that’s a bad thing. It’s just new.
Apparently, Hoseok can tell that he’s frozen because he pulls away and asks, “You okay, baby?”
“Yeah, fine, just... just nervous.”
Hoseok gives him a confused look, “Nervous?”
“Seok, it’s embarrassing. I’ve never… I’m always the bottom. Always. I’ve never-”
Hoseok laughs at him, actually laughs at him, with his chest. He wraps his leg around Yoongi and then climbs on top of him and attempts to swallow Yoongi’s tongue. Yoongi isn’t even aware of kissing back, he just knows he is. “Baby, you’re going to be fine. I would never judge you.”
Yoongi knows it’s stupid, because it is. It’s not even that he’s lazy when it comes to sex, it’s just his default. He likes getting fucked and he’s never seen a reason to mess with what he knows works. God, it is stupid. It’s so stupid. Other people are probably the other way around and here’s Yoongi who’s so used to a dick in his ass that he hasn’t considered putting his dick in someone else’s.
“I just want to be good for you,” he says, modestly.
Hoseok sits up, still sitting on his lap, so Yoongi can feel his dick hardening against Hoseok’s ass.
“Anything you do to me will feel good when it’s you,” he says, running his hands over every part of Yoongi’s skin that he can. He loves his pale chest and he’s ridiculously fond of how lanky Yoongi’s arms are. He wouldn’t have him any other way. “Since it’s your first time, I can ride you. I’ll do all the work.”
“No!” Yoongi says, insistently, and he sits up too. He puts his arms out behind him to hold himself up while Hoseok stifles a sound due to the way that his cock brushes against Yoongi’s stomach. “You always take care of me, it’s my turn.”
“Shit, Yoongi. Am I always going to be horny around you?” Hoseok says, because he literally just had an orgasm about ten minutes ago. He should not already be this hard, and yet here he is.
“I hope so.”
“As long as you’re always here to help me out, I guess that’s fine,” Hoseok says before pressing his body closer in order to get some friction. Hoseok’s not particularly dominant, and it’s still a little surprising to him that Yoongi, who spits fire, likes it when he’s in charge. Yoongi is always so feisty, but once they start kissing, he gets totally weak kneed. It’s the cutest thing ever and Hoseok gets a charge out of it.
“Come on,” Yoongi says, before he uses all of his strength to throw Hoseok onto the bed and climb on top of him. He really likes how easy it is to be with Hoseok like this. He’s a very self-conscious person when it comes to his body, but he doesn’t give a fuck when it’s Hoseok. There are people who preach about how natural being naked is, and while that is technically true, there’s only a special breed of person who feels that way. Yoongi isn’t one of them.
He’ll get too sweaty if he covers them up with the blankets, so he just sits on Hoseok’s thighs and runs his hands up and down his body. He can’t believe this whole body is his to enjoy and touch and kiss.
“I love you,” he says, hand dancing across Hoseok’s chest. He looks up at Yoongi, feeling very needy. He’s hard again, Yoongi really does get him going. Not like Hoseok struggles to get it up, but he hasn’t had the opposite issue of it not going down since he was like seventeen.
“Show me,” Hoseok tells him. Yoongi groans deep in his throat. He clambers off only so that he can spread Hoseok’s legs for him. It’s very easy for him to say that Hoseok is beautiful. That’s a basic statement. Yoongi doesn’t ever get to look at anyone like this, though. When you’re always on the bottom, you get used to having other people looking at you like this. Everything about him is sexy. Yoongi wants to bite into his thighs and leave marks like the ones Hoseok makes. He wants Hoseok to feel him for days. He’s never felt this way before, but he can feel it bubbling up. Maybe it’s been dormant all this time, but now that Hoseok is presenting himself like this, it’s coming to the surface.
“You’re making me shy,” Hoseok says. There’s a split second where Hoseok tries to close his legs, but Yoongi doesn’t let him. He holds his thighs open and pulls him into a better position. Hoseok’s hole looks tiny, Yoongi wonders if that’s what he looks like.
Hoseok’s stomach turns over a few times. He trusts Yoongi with all of his heart, there isn’t even a part of him that doesn’t trust him. He gets on his elbow and hands him the bottle of lube.
“Do you want, um,” Yoongi blushes, “do you want my fingers first?”
“It’s up to you. I’m just here to let you do whatever you want to me.”
“God, you’re…” he drifts off. He looks at the bottle. He shouldn’t be so scared of it, because this should just be easy. It’s easy for other people. No one else gets scared being the one to give rather than take, but here he is. Yoongi uncaps it and gets some on his fingers, warming it between two before his hands go lower to touch Hoseok where he most wants it. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
Yoongi’s fingers are soft on the outside of his rim, before one very delicately pushes a little farther. The feeling is certainly different. Yoongi fingers himself a lot, but he’s never been able to watch a finger disappear like this. Hoseok chokes and his head falls back. Yoongi is fascinated by the way he looks, and how tight he is. It’s just his index finger, so how is he going to be able to take more than that?
“Okay?” he asks. It’s a serious question, he doesn’t know if he’s doing a good job or not.
“Yeah,” he says. “Just touch me like you’d touch yourself, Yoongi.”
“Well, I’d probably do two,” Yoongi doesn’t even realize how that sounds, it’s just a matter of fact.
Hoseok doesn’t say anything, just gives him an eyebrow, and he listens loud and clear to it. He pulls out only to replace one finger with two. His fingers disappear into Hoseok’s ass and he looks pleadingly at Yoongi through heavy eyes. Yoongi has never felt so in love.
“Can I?” Yoongi isn’t sure what he’s asking for. Hoseok doesn’t know either, but he nods. Yoongi lowers his head and hovers over Hoseok’s cock. He spits on it and puts the tip in his mouth. It’s familiar, because he just gave Hoseok a blow job a few minutes ago. He sucks carefully while his fingers press inside, reaching the spots that it’s hard to achieve on your own. Hoseok gasps in a way that Yoongi has never heard before. It’s the sound Yoongi has made underneath Hoseok, but it’s never come out of Hoseok before.
A hand flies to his hair but doesn’t know what it wants from Yoongi. He drools on the dick in his mouth and takes a little bit more into his mouth, until it touches the back of his throat. With his nose close to the pubic bone now, he decides to just go for it until all of Hoseok is in his mouth, pushing down his throat. He splutters and pulls off almost immediately, remembering why he doesn’t normally do that.
Yoongi’s fingers absently curl up inside of Hoseok and he groans before pushing Yoongi’s head down on his dick more forcefully than either of them expected him to. Again, he chokes, but Hoseok apologizes and pulls his hand away.
“Please, Yoongi, just fuck me, please,” he begs. Yoongi nods and pulls his head up. He really could worship Hoseok for the rest of the night if that’s what he wants; he’d even take him all the way down his throat if he asks. But Hoseok’s hips lift as if begging for more. Yoongi rolls on a condom that suddenly appeared in his hands, while Hoseok finds a comfortable position. A healthy amount of lube later and Hoseok is holding his legs open perfectly for Yoongi to take him. Yoongi’s nerves have turned into a calm confidence. He can do this. He knows exactly how he likes being fucked; all he needs to do is act it out the other way.
He looks down at Hoseok, whose eyes are closed, waiting. Hoseok’s hair is sweaty, has been for quite some time now. Yoongi pushes it out of his face which makes him look up at Yoongi. Their eyes meet and it’s the look that they share that tells Yoongi it’s time. He looks down at where their bodies almost meet. He’s so hard, hard enough that it hurts. His dick ghosts over Hoseok’s rim for a few moments, before he finally pushes in. There’s more resistance than he would’ve expected. It’s not a seamless push in, and he’s very slow and careful. Hoseok pulls Yoongi’s head down by the back of the neck so that they’re faces are inches apart. He’s definitely clenching around Yoongi, body trying to make sense of the intrusion. But he whispers something, not actual words, against whatever part of Yoongi’s skin he’s closest to.
Being inside of Hoseok is a new sensation. Yoongi’s only ever used his hand, which, try as he might, simply cannot be this tight or this warm. Only a few seconds in, not even bottomed out yet, and it feels amazing. Hoseok’s body is perfect underneath him, taking all that he has to give, with an ‘o’ on his face and eyes closed delicately.
“Yoongi,” his voice is soft and weak, as are his fingers which are somewhere in his hair but close to falling down, dead weight against the bed.
“Mmm.” Yoongi gets an arm around one of Hoseok’s legs to use as leverage so that he can pull out and then push back in, still very slowly, because that’s how he likes it. He likes to adjust for a few minutes to the stretch before he can take it hard and dirty.
He’s never been more aware of Hoseok’s breathing before. It kind of goes with the territory, even if it is his first time on top, he knows that you have to be careful and patient, wait for your partner to adjust and feel good before you can go all in. Hoseok pulls him down until their foreheads touch. He feels Hoseok’s chest beneath him rising and falling steadily. Hoseok looks so sweet, forehead shiny and eyes heavy.
“That’s good, baby,” Hoseok says, and relaxes his back. He doesn’t let Yoongi pull his head much further than a few inches away, so he can’t see exactly what he’s doing, but he can feel the drag of his cock inside of Hoseok well enough. It’s so dirty, so wrong, so right.
Yoongi rocks his hips forward and back for several minutes, before Hoseok grunts at him for more. He can’t resist Hoseok, so he does what’s asked. It’s awkward, trying to find his pace and the best angle. He has to reposition a few times, gets Hoseok’s thighs into just the right space to use him perfectly. It feels amazing, unlike anything he’s ever felt. He didn’t know it would be this good. He could see himself branching out more as long as it’s Hoseok who he fucks. He would never want anyone else underneath him like this, and he never wants Hoseok to have anyone besides him.
Yoongi moans so low in his throat that Hoseok’s insides nearly combust. He grabs him by whatever skin is closest and bites painfully at Yoongi’s lips. The sounds that he makes into Yoongi’s mouth are not holy. He can tell when he hits Hoseok’s prostate because his whole body seems to twitch.
“More,” he pleads, and pleading is very unlike him. Yoongi does it again, then again.
“I fucking love you,” Yoongi says angrily and tries to show him how much he loves him by giving him the most pleasure he’ll ever experience. He really could just fuck Hoseok into next year without even bothering to get himself off, because the satisfaction of making Hoseok feel good is all he cares for.
Yoongi’s certainly not as powerful or fast as Hoseok, but he does his best. He’s doing a good job if Hoseok’s face and small sounds are any indication. Hoseok’s hands find purchase on either of Yoongi’s hips, gripping onto the muscles in his thighs that are making him see stars.
“Does it feel good, baby?” Hoseok’s tone is unbelievable. How can his voice sound so powerful when he’s the one beneath Yoongi? He nearly cums on the spot. “Do I feel good?”
“Yeah,” he gasps.
Hoseok growls and pushes back on his dick, trying to get it deeper inside of him. Yoongi’s too in love for this, he’s not going to hold on for very long. Even if Hoseok wasn’t the only man he’s ever loved, he doesn’t think anyone else’s body could be perfect enough to make him crumble into pieces.
“God,” Hoseok gasps, and rolls his hips. They can both tell that Hoseok wants to be riding him, but Yoongi isn’t going to let that happen right now. Instead, he decides to go harder and faster, the way Hoseok fucks him. He doesn’t even hesitate before he’s lifting and slamming his hips, and Hoseok moans desperately underneath him. Yoongi feels hands in his hair, and then on his back, and at some point, nails raking into his shoulder. He just keeps on driving into him and letting the chorus of Hoseok’s sounds dig into his ears and bring him closer and closer.
Hoseok gets a hand on himself because he’s got to cum soon or else he’s going to die. Yoongi’s mouth is at his jaw, probably leaving a mark, and all Hoseok can do is keen and take it. Yoongi’s doing a pretty good job for a first timer. He’ll get more practice of course, because Hoseok is going to use him a lot. Not nearly as much as he’s going to fuck Yoongi, but he likes to have variety in his life.
It can’t be expected of Yoongi to hang on for very long. He releases quicker than they’d both like, gasping and falling against Hoseok’s chest. Desperate, Hoseok’s hand only moves faster on his own dick, until he decides to take Yoongi’s hand and use Yoongi’s hand to jerk him off even while he’s still recovering. Yoongi makes a pained sound and immediately has to pull out of Hoseok because he’s oversensitive and too inexperienced to keep going. He lets Hoseok use his hand and tries to look as sexy as he possibly can down into Hoseok’s eyes, but he’s weak.
Hoseok cums a minute or two later, jerking up desperately into Yoongi’s hand, and there’s no sight that Yoongi enjoys more than the look of pure bliss when he topples over the edge. There aren’t notebooks long enough for him to list all of the things he loves about Hoseok, and just that one face alone could fill out a couple hundred.
They kiss dirty and sloppy. All tongue and no motor control. They knock teeth but it doesn’t stop them. They also roll over a few times trying to decide who gets to be on top, but it never works out for either of them for very long. Yoongi feels messy, there’s a pretty big mess between their stomachs and it’s gross. Then again, he’s okay if they forget about it by just kissing each other until they’re blue.
“God,” Yoongi says when Hoseok lets him breath by biting a trail down his cheek, neck and chest. His body really is Hoseok’s to play with, Yoongi really will let him do anything he wants to him. Hoseok kisses all the way down his arm to his hand and then looks at all of his fingers, probably trying to tell each finger he loves them.
Hoseok sighs softly and then falls against the bed delicately. He closes his eyes as his head lies back against the pillow. He looks exhausted, but not enough to stop him from giving Yoongi whatever else he may want. “Room service before round three.”
“Mhm,” Yoongi says, nodding even though Hoseok isn’t looking. Yoongi looks around at the two bedside tables. He’s trying to figure out if there’s always been a room around them or if this is new. He doesn’t think he looked at any of this. He doesn’t even remember how they got up here. There was an elevator, that’s for sure, but what this hotel looks like he couldn’t tell you. He’s actually surprised to find that there’s even a table beside him. There isn’t immediately any sort of menu when he looks at the bedside tables, and it’s clear that Hoseok isn’t going to be of much use.
He groans, not wanting to get out of bed when he spots the menu sitting at a desk in the corner of the room. He decides he’ll just kill two birds with one stone, so he pulls himself onto wobbly legs. They don’t feel quite right like his legs have fallen asleep. They guide him to the bathroom where he gets a towel and runs it under the sink for a minute until it’s warm. He cleans himself off of dried cum and then goes over to do the same for Hoseok. He still doesn’t open his eyes, but he’s smiling, clearly not asleep.
“Steak,” Hoseok says. “Mm, or chicken. You’ve been in Greece a few days, Yoongi, what’s good here?”
“Gyros,” he says, sure he’s horribly mispronouncing it. “And they have this spinach stuff that I really like.”
“Get whatever,” Hoseok says opening his eyes softly. “Anything you like, anything you want.”
“We’re not rich, Seok.”
“Who cares?” he shrugs. “We’re in Greece! We’re not real people yet. Nothing here counts as being a person until we’re back home.”
“We’ll still have less money though.”
“You’re probably rich now anyway,” Hoseok says pulling himself up to look at Yoongi. “Even if you aren’t, I’m still going to spoil you.” They stare into each other eyes and it’s so stupidly domestic that Yoongi could melt. Both of them have sex hair and it looks good on Hoseok, but probably not so much on him. They’re here on these white sheets that they just disrespected a lot and they’re in one of the historically gayest countries of all time and it’s perfect. Yoongi would like to come here on their honeymoon.
Yoongi rolls his eyes and grabs the menu from the desk, before bringing it back. The two of them have a hell of a time trying to read what’s said there. First the dishes are listed in Greek, and then in English. Yoongi understands two or three words and then everything falls to bits. If only they had Namjoon on speed dial, but even he probably couldn’t begin to tell them what “souvlaki” is. Hoseok pulls out his phone and they try to figure out what it says using a translator app. They settle on a few dishes, lots of chicken, lots of spinach, lots of olive oil. Hoseok also gets like three different desserts because he has an aggressive sweet tooth. They consider getting a bottle of wine, because they are in Greece after all, but they decide against it once Yoongi remembers how lightweight Hoseok is.
Food takes a while, but they eat, they make out, they fuck, they laugh, they eat some more, fuck some more. Yoongi falls asleep not knowing entirely what his name is. Hoseok’s name is the only one that matters, because it’s the one he gasps out so many times and echoes in his mind whenever he feels feather light touches or rough ones.
Even in his dreams, all he can do is picture Hoseok, the man who’s either beside him, or in his arms, or holding him. In his sleep, Hoseok is everywhere all at once.
The sun is awake well before they are. Yoongi isn’t entirely aware of being awake until he is. He tries to blow hair out of his face while trying to negotiate what it is to be a human. Hoseok’s very warm, very naked body is lying right beside him. Hoseok is definitely unconscious and one of his arms is thrown over Yoongi’s chest casually.
He’s pretty sure that this is the happiest he’s ever been. Waking up next to the man he loves with no pressure on him. It’s so easy and nice and perfect.
Yoongi grabs Hoseok’s phone from the bedside table and taps the screen, only to be blinded by the light. After quickly turning the brightness down he looks at the screen to see a picture of his own face. His heart nearly falls out of his body, because Hoseok’s lock screen is him, Min Yoongi himself. He recognizes the photo to be one of the ones that were taken before the show started. His hair looks fresher, no dark roots, and the makeup they put on him is subtle but dramatic. He could see why Hoseok chose this picture. He tries to stop a smile from hurting his cheeks but it’s inevitable. He just closes his eyes and puts his head into the pillow for several seconds before he’s able to recover.
After a minute, he pulls his head back up and turns the phone on again, not as surprised by the light this time. The clock says it’s a little past noon which doesn’t surprise him considering how long they were awake last night. He’s almost surprised by how early he’s awake considering yesterday’s events. He purses his lips when he realizes he’s going to need a password. For a few seconds, he tries to unlock the phone using Hoseok’s face, but he’s too squished by the pillow for the phone to recognize him.
Yoongi’s ass hurts, and he’s got a few bruises on his thighs, maybe one or two on his neck. It’s alright. While his love for Hoseok is still young and new, it’s okay to have a few marks reminding him of Hoseok. When they get a little older, they’ll have to remain under the neckline, but until then, he likes the reminder. It’ll be weird when they go through the airport, but that’s just something he’s going to have to deal with.
Hoseok’s chest is against his back, and when Yoongi turns his head just a little bit to look at him, he sees that Hoseok is totally knocked out. Yoongi runs through his options. He could just guess the password, but if he gets it wrong too many times he’ll get locked out for a while. He could attempt to go back to sleep, but what good is that going to be? He could get up, but then he’d be leaving the nice warmth of the sheets that they warmed all night and that would be such a huge loss. He’s just going to have to settle for getting the password the only way he knows how.
“Hoseok,” Yoongi whispers. He doesn’t want to wake him up per say, but he also needs to pry information out of him. Yoongi pokes his temple softly, just enough to stir synapses in Hoseok’s brain.
“Mmmph.”
“Hoseok, what’s your password?” Yoongi asks quietly. He doesn’t know who he’s trying not to wake up by whispering, because he literally just woke up the only person in the room.
“What?” his voice is tired and deep. Yoongi finds it very sexy.
“Phone password?” he says. Hoseok rolls his eyes and groans. He wraps his arms around Yoongi and clearly tries to go back to sleep by ignoring him, but Yoongi kicks his foot. “Password, Seok.”
“1-2-3-4-5-7”
“No 6?”
“No 6.”
Yoongi doesn’t know why the password amuses him. It does sound like Hoseok to make the most obvious password ever but then try to trip people up with the last digit. God, he loves this man.
Once he’s unlocked the phone, he lets Hoseok pull him closer and breathe sleepily against his back. Yoongi is still only for a few moments but he’s pretty sure that Hoseok falls right back to sleep in those moments. Aw, his Hoseok.
Yoongi smiles fondly. There’s no reason for why he got to be so lucky, but he is. He immediately looks up his own name, because that’s what’s pressing on his mind right now. His eyes nearly fall out of his skull when the search results show millions of hits. That’s not too terribly abnormal, because there are probably lots of people out there with the same name as him, but all those other Min Yoongi’s out there don’t see their own face attached to thousands of news articles. These articles are from as recently as a few hours ago. He wonders if word has yet spread of what transpired last night.
He clicks on the most recent article. "10 Times Min Yoongi Forgot There Were Other People in the Mansion." He chuckles at the title and scrolls through the list with amusement.
Number 10: “When Yoongi gave Hoseok the last rose on the first episode and they both looked at each other like that.” There’s a screengrab of his face attached. Yoongi almost chokes, because holy shit. Did he really look at Hoseok like that on night fucking one?
Number 7: “Conspiring with Hoseok to hook all the other bachelors up with each other so that they could be together.” There’s another one of those screengrabs like the previous numbers on the list. Yoongi’s entire face and ears are already raging red from embarrassment at the way he looks. The Yoongi in the picture looks like he’s been totally bewitched by Hoseok. He genuinely had no idea how obvious he was until he’s looking at the photos now and it’s smacking him right in the face.
Number 5: “Naked basketball?????????” The picture attached is actually not as terrible as he thought it would be. The image is blurry and there’s definitely skin showing, but it’s nothing nearly as scandalous as he thought it was going to be when it actually happened to him.
Number 3: “the hAMMOCK!”
Number 2: “When Yoongi found out that Hoseok had been sent home.” Yoongi actively avoids looking at the pictures of that night. He doesn’t want to see himself in the worst shape he’s ever been in.
Number 1: “When Hoseok whispered something in Yoongi’s ear on night one.” The glazed over look in Yoongi’s eyes in the screengrab after Hoseok whispered in his ear is something that the camera eats up with pleasure. Yoongi remembers the tickle that Hoseok’s breath had on his cheek. That’s when he asked Yoongi not to give him the first rose, because it would make all the other contestants jealous. The Yoongi in the picture looks just as in love as he feels right now. Did he really know back then? Had he already singled Hoseok out without even knowing it?
Yoongi briefly looks at the comment section of the article, but it makes him feel like a voyeur, so he closes out of the tab. There are a few more recent articles, but nothing about the two of them running away. That’s alright, he’s sure those articles will be up soon. He glances at a few more articles. Some people arguing that the footage was specifically edited to make it look like he’s in love with Hoseok, when he’s actually in love with this other person. People have pulled up photos of him laughing with the other guys and presenting it as evidence that Yoongi is not in fact in love with Hoseok, but rather D. He rolls his eyes. Other people think that he and Hoseok had been in contact before the show. Some people have even posited that they’re both actors. That pisses him off a bit, because he knows he hasn’t escaped the show yet. He’s got a lot of interviews and questions coming his way so that he can ensure no one gets the wrong idea of the two of them. If people think he’s an actor it’s annoying but if they think that any of what he feels for Hoseok is fake, he will have to write entire libraries full of diss tracks, and it’ll be a lot of work.
Eventually, he finds an article that sparks his interest far more than the ones about the show. “Agust D, the Debut Mixtape from The Bachelor BWBB’s Min Yoongi, Enters Its Fourth Week on South Korean Charts.”
“Holy shit,” Yoongi whispers to himself. He doesn’t even think he believes those words. The recommended articles send him spiraling through a web of… of praise? People are impressed with him? They’re not making fun of him for being on a dating show? They’re actually saying that his mixtape is good, and that it shows skill and professionalism to the highest degree? People are slobbering over how he wrote, recorded, and produced it all by himself. He expected coming out of the show that people would laugh him off as a joke and he would never be taken seriously. But people like him. People care about his music.
He brushes a tear out of his eye, and takes a deep breath in. He’s totally okay, he’s absolutely fine. At least with Hoseok behind him, keeping him warm, he hopes he won’t float out of his body.
He goes to the iTunes page for his album and almost drops the phone on his face. That’s not… real? Right? He’s not actually number 14 on international charts, is he? He rubs at his eyes so that he can blink out the ridiculousness of that, but when he keeps looking at the screen… it’s right there. Number 14. Him. Little Min Yoongi, whose apartment doesn’t even have space for you to stretch your legs. Number 14.
He sees that Hoseok has purchased it to his phone, just as he said he had. Yoongi goes to open up his music library to see that his album is in both the up next and previously played queues. He wishes the app told him how many times each song has been played, but he can just ask Hoseok later.
Yoongi is in the middle of gloating to himself when he has a sudden realization. His album is exclusively available on iTunes. It’s not on any other website, not even Spotify. Some thousand people have probably uploaded lyric videos to YouTube, but the only way to purchase it is through iTunes… and the profit for those purchases is wired directly to his bank account, minus the 30% that iTunes steals from him for being his overlord.
Yoongi immediately pulls up his bank online and scrambles to remember his username and password. When Yoongi sees the number he almost faints. That’s… a lot of money. That’s a lot of money. Considering that he had maybe a month’s worth of rent to his name beforehand, it’s safe to say that his wealth is multiplied by a shit ton. Hell, he has enough money that he could’ve actually paid off Producer Dad if he needed to.
God, he never knew that being shoved around like that by Producer Dad could ever be a good thing. It wasn’t fun to live through these last two weeks, because that’s when it started getting bad. But now… he’s almost thankful for it. He was always verbally abusive, but he left bruises on Yoongi’s wrist and smacked him over the head more than once. At the time, Yoongi was mostly just afraid and pathetic, but now he’s got all this power. Someone posted a video that’s already gone viral. Yoongi owns his ass.
He smirks. You tormented me for so many weeks, bitch. Now it’s your turn.
He doesn’t want to deal with calling, blackmailing or countersuing the show right now, so he sets it off to the side. Instead, Yoongi settles into Hoseok’s arms some and smiles. This is it. This is the happiest he has ever been in his entire life. Nothing he’s ever felt before could surpass this, and he’s sure, tomorrow he’ll feel even happier. And the day after that and so on. He’ll have Hoseok. His happiness can only ever increase exponentially.
Hoseok hums softly behind him and places a kiss on the back of Yoongi’s neck. He’s slow, but Yoongi can tell he’s starting to wake up. It takes him several minutes. All of those minutes Yoongi stays pressed against him, loving the touch of his skin. They’re both still naked, which is to be expected, but it doesn’t feel weird right now. This is how they are, and it’s how they’ll be most mornings together, probably.
“Yoongi,” Hoseok says softly, stretching out his limbs and then swiftly resettling to hold Yoongi in his arms again. Who is Yoongi to deny a man what he wants?
“Did you find my nudes?” Hoseok says tiredly.
“You have nudes?” Yoongi asks skeptically.
“No,” he shakes his head.
“What do you have pictures of?” Yoongi immediately unlocks the phone again and opens up Hoseok’s pictures. Pretty much everything in his camera roll from the past week are screenshots of Yoongi, similar to the ones from the articles he was reading, and also every single still from every photoshoot he’s done for the show. “Spank bank?” he asks.
“Something like that, yeah.”
The stuff from before he entered the show is pretty boring actually. Lots of pictures of a dog, though it’s not his dog because he doesn’t have one. A friend’s dog presumably. A lot of Baby Yoda content, which makes Yoongi grin from ear to ear. Also, a relative mountain of selfies. He’s wearing clothes in all of them, so he was being honest when he said there are no nudes, but Yoongi is suddenly bombarded with thousands of pictures of Hoseok from different angles, different poses, different faces. He wants to text each and every single one of them to his phone. He’ll probably set his phone background to a photo he takes of Hoseok sleeping.
“Nosy,” Hoseok says, hooking his head over Yoongi’s shoulder, but he doesn’t seem all that upset. Hoseok doesn’t have much of anything to hide from Yoongi. If he did, he’d tell him, and Yoongi would understand, because that’s just who he is.
“You’ve got so many pictures of this handsome guy,” Yoongi says clicking on one randomly. Hoseok looks like a full course meal with his hair all sweaty. If Yoongi had to guess, he would say Hoseok took the picture during the middle of dance practice, because there’s a big mirror behind him. Yoongi didn’t know he was into sweaty Hoseok until just now.
“Yeah, sometimes I see him in the mirror and I just have to take pictures of him. He’s so hot.”
“He’s the hottest person I’ve ever seen,” Yoongi says, swiping through the Hoseok’s individually. He takes a few seconds to familiarize himself with every single one before he swipes onto the next.
“He’s only the second hottest person I’ve ever seen,” Hoseok replies. He nibbles on Yoongi’s shoulder for a moment before he reaches out for the phone. Instead of taking it from Yoongi’s grasp, he just clicks to open up recorded videos instead of pictures. Hoseok kisses the side of Yoongi’s face and wraps one leg on top of him to get closer. “These are videos of my dance practices. I want you to get to see them.”
Yoongi’s chest swells because that’s the thing he wants most in the universe. He didn’t know until just now that it’s what he most wants, but now he does. Yoongi clicks on the most recently recorded one. Hoseok on the screen is small but he’s unmistakable because he moves like magic. The video was shot by someone who’s reflection can be seen in the mirror, but their face is obscured, and the video appears to be mid-song.
“The person filming is one of my friends in my dance crew,” Hoseok says. Yoongi doesn’t hear him over the rush of blood coursing through every limb in his body. His eyes are so glued to the phone screen that an explosion could be happening right behind the phone and he wouldn’t see it. Hoseok’s body is like… nothing else. Yoongi should know, he’s seen more of Hoseok’s body than anyone ever has, but this is unreal. This is a devil who was sent to earth to destroy him. Hoseok’s lithe and limbless. Yoongi never pictured dating someone as talented as him. He kind of assumed he’d get a normal guy who files other people’s taxes or something. He didn’t think he was going to fall in love with the best dancer alive.
From one video, Yoongi moves on to another. Then five more after that. Some are the same routines from different angles, some are different parts of the same song. All of them are perfect. No wonder Hoseok hasn’t settled for a different job. What kind of a monster would bury those skills from the public eye?
Yoongi’s favorite one is a video that was probably recorded by mistake of him laughing while sitting against the mirror. He always laughs like he’s having the time of his life and it shows off his teeth which are out and gleaming. Yoongi can’t believe the beautiful man in this video is the same one cuddling him right now. That perfect guy is his person.
“Hoseok, you made me horny,” Yoongi says when the curiosity his dick has been feeling for the last several videos turns into more than curiosity.
“Mmkay, but I gotta take a piss first.”
“Way to turn a guy on.”
“I’m just being honest,” he says. The both of them are annoyed at having to separate, but it’s for a good reason. Yoongi settles on the bed and waits for Hoseok. He opens the door a minute later with a toothbrush already hard away at his mouth and Yoongi decides that that is a good idea. He stands up and also goes to brush his teeth. He doesn’t have his own toothbrush, so he uses the one provided by the hotel. Hoseok hands him the toothpaste and then they just watch each other brush their teeth. Hoseok’s mouth gets foamy and toothpasty on the sides. It seems very domestic brushing their teeth together. Yoongi is semi-hard which is a little distracting. Hoseok makes a loud gargling sound after he spits the toothpaste out into the sink and Yoongi snorts at him. Hoseok does ridiculous things just to get Yoongi to laugh at him. It’s much appreciated.
“Ready?” Hoseok asks him like he’s asking Yoongi if it’s okay that he unpauses the movie. It’s so matter of fact that Yoongi nearly snorts again.
“Ready,” he confirms.
Hoseok lays him on the side of the bed and immediately pulls Yoongi’s knees up to his chest. Yoongi’s got bite marks that Hoseok left him on his thighs but they’re not as prominent as he’d like for them to be. It’s alright. He has all the time in the world to make more. Yoongi looks delicious, and this peeks his cock’s interest. Yoongi’s hole certainly looks a little red from use last night, but he’ll be fine. Hoseok would love to get his mouth down there, but he should probably not do that until he cleans up a bit first. That’s not going to stop him from getting his lips on Yoongi’s quickly hardening cock though.
“Pretty,” Hoseok says airily, like he’s looking at flowers.
“That’s not the word I would have used.”
“You’re the most gorgeous man in all of existence, Yoongi. There’s nothing about you that I won’t find pretty.”
“I-” Yoongi begins to make a joke, but it’s short lived when Hoseok bites at his inner thigh and gets a hand on his dick. He very quickly turns his semi into a boner. “Shit, Hoseok!” his tone is almost angry, but his head falls back against the bed with his mouth open.
Hoseok smirks and wastes no time before sucking Yoongi’s cock into his mouth lewdly. He never knew it before he met Yoongi, but the only thing he was put on this earth to do is make Yoongi feel good. Literally, he couldn’t care at all about his growing erection as long as he makes Yoongi burn red hot.
He can’t fit all of Yoongi in his mouth, and Hoseok personally doesn’t find it very sexy to choke himself on a dick. It’s grosser than it is anything else to choke and cough on a dick. With one hand, he holds the base of Yoongi’s cock, and with the other, he uses his fingers to ghost over Yoongi’s skin.
Yoongi is so thin and bony. Hoseok’s mom is really going to have her work cut out for her when she endlessly cooks for him to make him less fragile. Hoseok will love Yoongi however he has him.
“Ah!” Yoongi gasps, when Hoseok pays special attention to the tip of his cock. He feels it in his toes and struggles to keep his legs open for Hoseok. His hand ends up in Hoseok’s hair, pushing it back so he can see his forehead and his lidded eyes. The sight of him, mouth stuffed full of Yoongi’s cock, it could make him cum right here, but he won’t let that happen. He has to get fucked again, because Hoseok is so good at it. He feels drool running down the length and it only makes him moan with need.
Before Yoongi can ask him to stop, beg him to fuck him, Hoseok pulls away. He manhandles Yoongi, grabs him by the legs and pushes him up to the head of the bed. Yoongi likes being thrown around like that. Hoseok is very considerate though so he makes sure Yoongi gets a pillow under his head before he pulls open his legs again. All Hoseok has to do is pump his hands on his dick a few times before he’s ready and reaching for the box of condoms on the bedside table. Yoongi is far too impatient to wait for his lead so he gets the lube and gets himself ready for Hoseok quickly. It’s definitely going to hurt more because they did go at it for several hours last night, but he really just needs to be with him right now. He needs the person who danced so well in those videos to be inside of him or else he’s going to cry.
Hoseok is maybe a bit too generous with the lube, but Yoongi doesn’t care. Too much is always better than not enough.
Yoongi doesn’t whine for it, but he certainly looks disgruntled. He’s never felt like this, being blissfully in love. All he needs to achieve happiness is being with Hoseok right now. He knows that the love will calm down someday and there’s nothing wrong with that, but right now, he wants to savor the way that Hoseok can turn him on at a moment’s notice and his body will do anything to accept him inside of it.
Hoseok positions himself and then bends over so that he’s close to Yoongi’s face. One of his legs is bent in between them, but if Yoongi is bothered by it he doesn’t say anything. All he does is grab Hoseok’s shoulders and squeeze them, waiting for him to please just push in. Now he really does feel like whining. He puffs out his face a little bit, but Hoseok doesn’t need the encouragement. He pushes in and Yoongi, almost too tight to accept him in, sighs with relief. Not that it doesn’t hurt, but it’s still a relief to have Hoseok like this.
“God,” Yoongi says, unintentionally digging his nails into Hoseok’s shoulders. Hoseok kisses his jaw and starts to move slowly inside of him. His muscles ache just a little bit because he’s practically doing a push up on top of Yoongi.
“Yoongi?” Hoseok says against his skin.
“Mmm?”
“No one else is ever allowed to have you like this again, okay?” he asks. “No one else but me, baby.”
“I’m yours, Seok.”
At that, Hoseok is unable to hold himself back and quickens his pace. There’s an obscene sound coming from where their bodies meet, in addition to the sound of Hoseok’s hard breath and Yoongi’s small “oh”s. It’s not going to last long and they both know that. It would be inaccurate to say that he lost count of how many orgasms he had last night, but four is still a record number for him, and even after however many hours of sleep, he’s not going to hold on as long as he would wish.
The best part of it is seeing Yoongi’s face scrunch up and gasp at every little nudge to his prostate. He’s sensitive – too sensitive. He doesn’t ask for Hoseok to stop though, he just curls his toes and pulls their bodies closer. He loves touching Hoseok’s chest, feeling how strong he is. Yoongi has a tear in his eye which he brushes away. He’s going to need a very long break after this round, but he’s having a good time right now.
“Seok-ah,” he gasps, and his head falls back with his mouth wide open. His neck is exposed and Hoseok clamps down on a spot on his jaw. Yoongi’s hands ball into fists in the sheets, because Hoseok is hitting the right spot every single time and it feels so good that it doesn’t seem healthy. Nothing should ever feel so good.
Hoseok has Yoongi whining desperately underneath him, and he tries to keep pace, but his hips slow because he’s getting close. Hoseok puts a hand in Yoongi’s hair and strokes it softly for all of a second before he tugs hard enough for it to be painful. Yoongi is so caught off guard that he chokes on a sound and cums almost instantly. Yoongi is blinded by it, but he has had more powerful orgasms in his life, all at the hands – or dick – of Hoseok.
Hoseok stills, as he watches Yoongi’s face, blissed out and unholy for several seconds. It’s the kind of orgasm that makes blood rush to his ears before he’s able to open his eyes and see Hoseok looking down at him, waiting.
“You can finish, Seok-ah,” he says quietly, petting his hair.
“Are you sure, baby?” he asks. Yoongi’s definitely sensitive, not like he wasn’t already, but Hoseok doesn’t want to hurt his Yoongi, even if the thought of fucking into him more makes him crazy. Yoongi nods at him. Hoseok moves his hips slowly, carefully. God, he doesn’t want to hurt Yoongi, but it feels so good.
“It’s okay,” Yoongi sighs, and pushes himself against Hoseok. It could hurt more, so he’ll live. Hoseok finds a steady pace and Yoongi’s eyes tear up, but he hides it by pulling Hoseok down into a kiss. It shouldn’t feel so soft when they’re connected like this. But it does. Yoongi’s body twitches under him, and he kind of likes it. He likes just being used by Hoseok like this. Nothing more than a ragdoll for him to use however he wants.
To Yoongi’s total surprise, his dick hasn’t gone soft yet. That’s not normal for him. He’s not going to complain about it though. In fact, the movement of Hoseok’s hips makes his cock rub between their stomachs and he’s… holy shit, he’s gonna-
Hoseok releases into the condom, and Yoongi follows not long after, a considerably less messy orgasm than the first, but an orgasm nonetheless.
“Oh my god,” he says, when Hoseok collapses on top of him. “Seok, I just came again.”
“You what?” he sounds too tired to understand words.
“I just came again.”
“That’s nice, give me a minute.” He breathes steadily, in and out. Hoseok’s head is face first in the pillow behind Yoongi’s head and he feels like a deadweight. He doesn’t weigh that much so Yoongi doesn’t immediately push him off. Hoseok reactivates eventually and then pulls his head up, brushing sweat from his forehead. “What’s this about you jizzing twice?”
“That’s a very gross word,” Yoongi makes a face.
He shrugs and clambers off of Yoongi onto his back beside him, far too lazy to deal with this goddamn mess. He closes his eyes as if he’s about to take a nap.
“I didn’t know that could happen,” Yoongi confesses.
“Happened to me a lot in high school,” he says.
“Whatever,” Yoongi shakes his head. “Come on.” He stands up and then attempts to pull Hoseok up into a sitting position. He also attempts to get Hoseok on his feet, but that doesn’t go well for him.
“No! Why?” he groans. He loses every muscle in his body at the prospect of standing up.
“We’re fucking nasty, Hoseok. We’ve got to shower.”
“So much work,” he says, but he finally opens his eyes as he sits up and pouts like a kid being told he can’t eat dessert until he finishes his vegetables.
“You idiot,” Yoongi says, and leaves him there on the bed. Yoongi enters the bathroom, leaves the door open and tries to figure out how to get the shower to work. It takes him a couple of seconds. He turns the water on, but it takes a few turns of the faucet before he can figure out how to make hot water come out. The hotel left them some shampoo and conditioner on the side of the sink. He evaluates it, gives it a sniff and decides it’ll do the trick.
Hoseok joins him as he’s stepping into the shower. It’s a nice enough hotel, he supposes, because the shower head has more than just one beam of water.
“What am I going to do with you, Hoseok,” he asks with fake annoyance when Hoseok starts kissing his neck again.
“Keep me around until the edge of the universe,” he says.
“Okay,” Yoongi nods. Hoseok is leaving another bruise on his neck. “What am I going to do with all these hickeys, Seok? I look like I was in a car accident.”
“I brought a scarf exactly for this purpose,” he says happily, and Yoongi rolls his eyes, because of course he did.
Yoongi pushes Hoseok back lightly until he gets his back to the wall of the shower. The water is spraying directly onto his head as he goes for his neck. “Hope you brought two.”
Yoongi jerks Hoseok off slowly in the shower. He watches the water cascade down Hoseok’s head and face, down his body. Hoseok exposes his neck to taste while his face looks blissed out enough that he probably can’t hear the moans coming out of his own mouth. Yoongi has to support him with his hands when he cums, because he almost falls down.
Once he’s satisfied, they wash their hair. Yoongi’s body needs a hard reset before he’s getting horny again so the only thing sensual about the rest of the shower is the way their hands roam around each other.
Yoongi is in his happy place when they step out of the shower and dry off, but the only clothes that he can change into are Hoseok’s. Hoseok has a much better taste in clothes than he does. He doesn’t want to bother wearing jeans when he doesn’t have any intention of leaving their hotel room, so he sticks to underwear and a shirt that smells perfectly like Hoseok and a little bit like the inside of a suitcase which is an undefinable smell, but it’s also very distinct.
“You look good in my clothes,” Hoseok tells him.
“Aw, cute,” Yoongi says. “It’s so sweet that you don’t know these are my clothes now.”
Hoseok smiles at him so that he can see his fucking dimples. “You can wear anything you want except for this one rainbow sweater that a really cute guy picked out for me.”
“Sounds hideous,” Yoongi replies.
“Oh, it is.”
The two of them stand and look at each other for a really long time. Hoseok is still drying his hair off with a towel and looking at Yoongi while he stares back just as entranced as he was the first day they met. He can picture what Hoseok looked like coming out of that limo. Exaggerated sleeves, hair just the slightest bit pushed back, one of the only times where Yoongi actually got to see his forehead. Everything about Hoseok looked perfect back then. Yoongi had seen two dozen men in suits and yet Hoseok’s was the best, and it fit him better than any other suit on any other man. It wasn’t just day one, Yoongi knew the second he first laid eyes on him. Of course he did. All the pictures from those articles tell the same story that he feels in his heart.
“I love you, Hoseok,” he says.
“I love you more, Yoongi,” he replies. He lets the towel hang around his neck when Yoongi approaches him and kisses him softly. It’s cute and sweet. Yoongi steps back so that he can look at him again. He’s never going to get used to looking at him, not even for a second. No one else is this lucky. Hoseok is all his and he’s the happiest person in the world.
“Just in case you were wondering,” Yoongi starts cutely, “I’m rich.”
“You’re rich?” he doesn’t even seem to care.
“I am,” he nods. “I’m ‘finest bottle of wine that you have’ rich.”
“Do you know what would be super hot?” Hoseok asks.
“What?”
“If we sued Producer Dad.”
“Damn, you’re right, that would be super fucking hot.”
Hoseok kisses all over his neck and jaw and Yoongi closes his eyes. He’s never going to rest, but he doesn’t want to.
“I wish you had told me that he hit you,” Hoseok says.
“He didn’t really until you left. I mean, there was that time after we played basketball where he grabbed my wrist hard and gave me a bruise, but that was kind of the worst of it. And I guess he hit me over the head after I said I loved you,” Yoongi starts to reflect and feels a bit like an idiot. He could’ve said something sooner. They could have been free weeks ago if Yoongi had been a little smarter.
“When I saw that video I…” Hoseok drifts off. “I knew I had to come rescue you. He shouldn’t have done that to you.”
“I know. It got worse after you were sent home. I haven’t seen the video but he hit me like four or five times. I didn’t really think about it deeply, though. When you left the mansion, I was honestly just so distraught that I didn’t really know how to be a person. I stayed in my room all day for like three days straight and then all of a sudden, we were in Greece. I didn’t have time to think about what he was doing, or what I could do about it. I just thought that I missed you and that was it. But the night you left, I guess he was just trying to slap some sense into me. It didn’t work, because I just felt numb and went to my room and didn’t come out. I barely even ate. I really did just… I stopped functioning. I can’t explain it. Nothing makes sense with us, you know that. I should have just snapped out of it and remembered that you and I would be together once the show was over, but if I stayed on that wouldn’t even be for another two weeks or whatever, and all that time felt so daunting when I was without you. Everything in me shut down. I wasn’t rational.”
Hoseok pulls him into a hug so that’s perfect. It’s not the kind of hug where you can’t breathe. Hoseok holds him right so that they can both just be with each other as close as it’s possible for them to be.
“It’s not your fault. I sat on my ass numb for a week and a half before I got to you. It was stupid of me.”
“If you’re stupid than I’m just as stupid,” Yoongi tells him.
“You’re right. We’re two idiots who have each other now,” he nods. “And we’re going to bleed that show dry, Yoongi. Every penny we can squeeze out of them. I don’t even care about the money; I just want any company that hired that piece of garbage to suffer.”
Yoongi chuckles, “You’re kind of sexy when you’re vindictive.”
Hoseok rolls his eyes. “I’m never going to let anyone hurt you, Yoongi. Not Producer Dad, not Sangkwan, not anyone.”
“I’ve never heard you use his name before?” Yoongi laughs.
“Oh… that’s a story for another time.”
“Alright. And I won’t let anyone hurt you either, by the way,” Yoongi says, touching Hoseok’s hips through his shirt. His shirt is soft and looks good on him. Yoongi wants to steal it. He’ll let Hoseok wear his own clothes, but he has no choice but to share. It’s not just because he’s a more fashionable, it’s also so that Yoongi smells like Hoseok all the time. There’s not a man in that house who would deny that Hoseok was the best smelling person in there. Even Jungkook with his extremely sensitive nose would agree.
“I love you, you know,” Yoongi says.
Hoseok’s response is to kiss him on the cheek. “Do you want to start looking up apartments?”
Yoongi’s smile breaks across his face so widely that he’s caught off guard by it. He almost can’t keep his eyes open from how much it wrinkles his eyes.
“You know how you’re going to be paying me back for this apartment, right?”
“Um, by being your barista? Or with my dick?”
Yoongi laughs unattractively. “Okay, I guess technically yes to both. But no, I was thinking about you paying me back by you becoming a professional dancer.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks, and his smile is just as big as Yoongi’s. “The world’s most famous rapper and the world’s most famous dancer together… sounds promising.”
Yoongi loves him. He loves him irrevocably. With all of his fingers, toes, and hairs on his head he loves Jung Hoseok. “We’re going to take over the world, Seok. They won’t even see us coming.”
“I look forward to it.”