January 13, 2016
Hoseok blinks gritty eyes and reaches out for his coffee, only to find that it's long since gone. He stares at the shallow crescent of dark liquid in the bottom of the paper cup for several seconds with a mounting sense of uncomprehending betrayal, before setting the cup aside in disgust.
It's too late to be awake, he decides, scrubbing his hands over his face. Or perhaps too early, he amends, tilting his wrist to glance at the time on his watch. It's twenty-five past four in the morning, and the words of Hoseok's notes are swimming in front of his exhausted eyes. He's not going to manage any more studying tonight.
He hears strange snuffling noise close by and lifts his head to look beyond the boundary of books and notebooks and pens stacked to the very edge of his table to the person passed out at the table opposite. It takes him a moment to place the other man, all messy blond hair and pale skin, but as he shifts into a more comfortable position on the textbook he's using as a pillow, Hoseok recognizes him: Min Yoongi, an upperclassman from his music history class.
Hoseok blinks, considering for a moment. He doesn't know Yoongi well — aside from a group project they worked on together at the start of term, they've hardly spoken much more than a polite 'hello' to each other in passing. Yoongi usually sits in the back of the classroom near the door, while Hoseok prefers a seat somewhere in the middle. Somehow they often seem to sit in the same general area of the library to work and study, despite that.
Resting his chin in his hand, Hoseok sighs. Yoongi's rather attractive, his face gentled and open as he sleeps. Hoseok remembers when they were working together on that project, Yoongi spoke the least in their group, but when he did speak, he was very blunt. If he didn't like you or your ideas, you would know. At the time, Hoseok found it refreshing. Looking at Yoongi now, he wonders why they didn't keep talking.
It slowly starts to dawn on Hoseok, the longer he watches Yoongi, that the older man is shivering. He's only wearing a thin navy blue long sleeved t-shirt with no coat in sight; Hoseok has no idea when Yoongi came to the library, but the heat has been turned down and it's gotten quite cold. He glances towards the bank of windows over his shoulder. Is it... is it snowing outside?
Another glance at his watch makes Hoseok sigh. It's closer to half past now; he really ought to go home and catch at least a couple hours of sleep before his movement analysis class at eight. Flipping his books closed, he begins to pack everything into his backpack. He slings his backpack over his shoulder, and his hand clenches around his coat draped over the back of his chair.
At the table opposite, Min Yoongi sleeps on, oblivious. Hoseok chews his bottom lip. Yoongi's still shivering, and Hoseok is wearing a warm, fleecy hoodie. His apartment is only a twenty minute walk from the library. Oh, fuck it, Hoseok thinks, walking over to Yoongi's table and carefully draping the down-filled coat over Yoongi's shoulders. Yoongi doesn't stir. He's out — he's even drooling a little bit on his engineering textbook.
Cute, Hoseok thinks, smiling a little. He rips a blank piece of paper from one of Yoongi's notebooks and scribbles out a quick note that he folds up and sticks into his coat pocket. "Sweet dreams, hyung," he whispers.
Yoongi wakes with a start, sitting upright and whirling around so fast for the source of the noise that he gets a cramp in his neck. Hissing through his teeth and rubbing at the spot until the sharp pain subsides, Yoongi directs a glare at the freshman who knocked the stack of books off a table with his elbow. The freshman actually yelps and ducks behind the table to hide.
Scowling, Yoongi turns back around. He'd been having such a nice dream. Though he can't quite remember what of, the feeling of being cared for, of warmth and contentment, lingers. After checking the time on his phone, he heaves a sigh and begins to gather up his books. He has class in two hours, which leaves just enough time to get to his apartment to shower, change his clothes and grab a coffee from the engineering building cafe on the way. As he stands to slip his things into his messenger bag, the warmth somehow seems to fall away from him. He looks around in surprise. It's only then that he notices the coat that had been left draped over his shoulders.
"What the fuck," he mutters, picking up the coat to get a better look at it. He takes in the black and camouflage pattern, the coat a longer length than he would pick himself. It's warm and down-filled, and he recognizes it immediately as Jung Hoseok's coat. The very same Jung Hoseok he has a hopeless crush on. The very same Jung Hoseok, he suddenly remembers, that he'd been dreaming of. Of course. "What the fuck," he repeats, louder, but pulls the coat on. It's not too big on him (Hoseok isn't that much broader than he is), but it is bigger. He likes it, the way the coat wraps around his body almost like a blanket. Slinging the strap of his bag over his head, Yoongi leaves the library.
As he steps outside and catches sight of the fresh snow on the streets, he shoves his hands into the pockets, his exhaled breath fogging in front of his face. He startles when his fingers close on a piece of paper, and pulls the note from the pocket to read its hastily scribbled message:
Hi, Min Yoongi-ssi! I don't know if you remember me, but my name is Jung Hoseok, I'm in music history with you? Anyway, you looked cold, so here's my coat. I hope that didn't freak you out, and that you slept okay! My number is...
Smiling a little to himself, Yoongi shoves the note back into the coat pocket. He glances around before crossing the street and catches the scent of something spicy, almost peppery, with a sweeter undertone. Once on the other side of the street, he stops on the sidewalk to zip up the coat, tucking his chin into the collar. The smell reminds Yoongi of coming indoors to a warm house after being out in the cold, something immediately comforting. He closes his eyes and smiles.
Hoseok: it's nice, isn't it
Yoongi: yeah i guess
Hoseok expects to get his coat back the next time he sees Yoongi in class. Only, he oversleeps and arrives mere moments before the professor, which hardly leaves him time to scramble into a free seat, much less talk to anyone. By the time their prof dismisses them at the end of the lecture, Yoongi's one of the first out the door.
It's not that Hoseok's doesn't have another coat; he does. However, it's much thinner and not intended for winter weather, so he has to layer a hoodie and a sweater beneath it, along with a thick scarf, a hat, and gloves. While he's not freezing to death, he's not nearly as warm as he could be, especially during such a cold snap, and that bothers him. Every message he sends to Yoongi about getting his coat back goes unanswered.
As the days melt into a week, Hoseok's life goes on, as ever. His time spent in class, writing essays, and at work is punctuated by long hours put in the dance studio, nights at the club with his roommates, and casual hookups with a hyung from his dance class. He starts to see camouflage print out the corner of his eye everywhere he goes: He looks up in time to see Yoongi on the opposite side of the campus lawn, rounding a corner on his way to his next class, with headphones plugged into his ears; in time to see Yoongi several yards away, pulling open the student union doors and slipping inside; in time to see Yoongi turn in line (and Hoseok swears Yoongi sees him, too) just before he climbs onto the waiting bus.
On his way to the library to study one afternoon after a dance class that ran over, Hoseok stops in at the engineering building to get a coffee at the tiny cafe tucked beside the front doors. He went there once with Jimin when their class schedules matched up, and from what he remembers the coffee isn't the best, but he needs his caffeine fix, and cannot stand the idea of waiting in line right now.
The library cafe might have superior coffee, but it's always crowded, no matter what time of day or night. In contrast, the engineering building cafe is damn near abandoned. Only two of the cafe's six available tables are occupied by computer science majors plugged into their laptops with cups of steaming beverages sitting at their elbows.
Stepping up to the counter, Hoseok's attention so focused on the menu hung up on the back wall that he doesn't immediately notice the blond barista sitting on a stool beside the register. "Can I just get a large dark roast?" Hoseok asks, placing a few bills down on the counter. Min Yoongi looks up from his massive engineering textbook, his eyebrows raised over his glass-less frames but otherwise expressionless.
Yoongi stares back.
Hoseok shakes himself out of his shock and forces himself to say something. Anything. A bland, "Oh, hello," comes out of his mouth as Yoongi sets his textbook on the counter and scoops up Hoseok's money. He punches a few buttons on the register. Hoseok mechanically reaches to accept the change Yoongi holds out for him. "What the fuck," Hoseok mutters, stumbling backward to sit on the edge of an empty table.
While Yoongi turns to the drip coffee makers, Hoseok looks around the cafe. It's small and cramped, but the windows looking out onto the quad let in a lot of natural light. Through the half-open door marked 'EMPLOYEES ONLY' behind the counter, Hoseok can see his coat hanging on a hook on the far wall. Perfect. "Hey, can I get my—"
"How do you like to take it?"
Hoseok nearly chokes on his own tongue. He turns on the table to see Yoongi resting his elbows on the counter. "Excuse me?" he demands.
Yoongi holds up an empty cup. "Your coffee," he clarifies, inexpressive tone at odds with the amusement twinkling in his eyes. Bastard. "How do you like to take your coffee? Want me to leave some room in your cup, or d'you want me to fill you all the way up?"
Mouth falling open, Hoseok stares at Yoongi in wordless wonder, his cheeks radiating warmth. God, he hopes Yoongi can't see his blush from the other side of the counter. Taking a deep breath, he examines Yoongi's expression of calculated indifference, his eyes still alight and teasing. The square black glasses frames really suit his face. Hoseok takes in Yoongi's loose white t-shirt and the black apron tied around his waist, his body compact and all sharp angles. He imagines Yoongi on top of him, and swears the room gets three or four degrees hotter than it was a few minutes ago.
Hoseok closes his mouth and rallies himself as he pushes off the edge of the table, his hands sliding into his pockets. He saunters over to the counter. "Fill me up," he says, the timbre of his voice dropping with his gaze to the cup in Yoongi's hand. Hosek lets his eyes meander back up Yoongi's chest, perhaps lingering a little too long on his collarbones. He follows the smooth column of Yoongi's throat to the line of his jaw, his lips pink and pouty, and his cheekbones sharp. the glasses are perched low on his nose, and his blond fringe half-covers eyes glimmering with promise.
God, it's definitely warmer in here. Hoseok murmurs, "I like it hot, strong and fast," and smiles as Yoongi's lips quirk into a ghost of a smile in response. He continues in a louder tone, "Since I'm in a bit of a hurry. I got an extension for one of my papers until midnight tonight and I barely have an outline written."
Yoongi ducks his head as his lips stretch into a bigger smile and fills Hoseok's cup. "See you around then, Hoseok-ah," he says, setting the cup down with a lid fitted over the top. "Good luck with the paper."
Hoseok nods, scooping up the cup and waving at Yoongi as he leaves. He's halfway up the stairs at the library when he realizes he forgot to ask for his coat back. "Motherfucker."
At a little past eleven, Yoongi hikes up four flights of stairs with a cup of coffee clutched in his hand. For the past three and a half months, Yoongi has sat in the same section on the fourth floor of the library. Likewise, Hoseok has sat, if not at the same table, then in the general area as Yoongi for at least three months. Yoongi bets it's a sound assumption that he will find Hoseok sitting there — an assumption proven correct as he rounds the corner of the less populated philosophy section and spots Hoseok sitting at his usual table. He has earbuds jammed into his ears, his fingers flying over the keys.
Yoongi comes nearer. Hoseok does not even glance up from the screen, his focus unwavering even as Yoongi sets the coffee cup down at Hoseok's elbow. Yoongi takes a step back. Hoseok's posture is terrible, but the hunch of his shoulders stretches his black sweater across them in a very pleasing way. His dark hair looks so smooth and shiny, and Yoongi's hands twitch with the desire to run his fingers through the silky strands.
What is he even doing? A single act of kindness and a few moments of flirtation, and here he is, panting after Hoseok like a lovesick puppy. Scowling, Yoongi shoves his fisted hands deep into the pockets of Hoseok's coat, and he takes another step away. Then another, and another. He's taken ten steps back the way he'd come when he hears Hoseok's voice,
"Oh hey, thank you, hyung." He sounds surprised, his voice too loud for the library, even in a section as underused as this. Yoongi falters, but flicks his fingers in an absent sort of wave without looking back. He has to get out of here. "Wait, don't— I— do you have to go?" Hoseok's voice is plaintive, quieter, and it's the hint of disappointment there that stops Yoongi in his tracks. He turns just enough to see Hoseok. His earbuds rest on the table beside his laptop now, and Hoseok lifts a hand up to beckon Yoongi closer.
As Yoongi approaches, Hoseok slips off his chair and ducks underneath the table. Curious, Yoongi crouches down beside him. Before he can even open his mouth to speak, Hoseok leans forward to press their lips together. The edge of the glasses frames dig into his cheek and Yoongi's heart leaps into his throat. The same scent from the coat, sort of spicy but sweet at the same time washes over him, and Hoseok's mouth is so soft, so warm, that Yoongi's brain kind of shuts down on him without warning. The kiss is brief, over before Yoongi can reboot enough to gather his wits and fucking kiss back.
Hoseok sits back on his heels, smiling at Yoongi. His cheeks are pink. "Thank you for the coffee," he says.
Yoongi swallows. "Whatever, It's not a big deal," he hears himself mutter over his heartbeat thundering in his ears, dismissive and uncomfortable. "I get drinks for free."
A few moments pass as they stare at each other in silence. "Sorry, that was a bit too forward as a thank you, wasn't it?" Hoseok whispers shyly, his tongue smoothing over his bottom lip, almost as if he's searching for any trace of Yoongi's taste on his skin. Yoongi shivers and pitches forward to kiss Hoseok once more. It's soft and delicate, Hoseok's bottom lip caught between both of Yoongi's. Hoseok curls his hand around the nape of Yoongi's neck as they press closer together, half-underneath the library table. Yoongi's fingers curl in the front of Hoseok's sweater, the loose knit warm and plush against his skin. He sighs, tilting his head to lick further into Hoseok's mouth. Hoseok makes a pleased noise in the back of his throat and pulls Yoongi in even nearer.
Again, Hoseok pulls back far too soon. He rests his forehead against Yoongi's, taking in deep, measured breaths. "I'm sorry," he whispers. "I have to get this paper sent in by midnight or I'll have to take half marks."
Yoongi keeps his eyes closed, his hands still curled in Hoseok's sweater. "Yeah," he breathes. Hoseok brushes his lips over Yoongi's once more, and Yoongi has no idea what any of this even means. He tightens his grip on Hoseok's sweater and blinks his eyes open when he feels Hoseok shift backward a final time. His lips are parted, slick and pink. Averting his eyes, Yoongi catches his own lip between his teeth and lets go of Hoseok's sweater. "I should probably just go, anyway. I don't know what I'm doing."
Hoseok laughs, and Yoongi's attention snaps back to him like a magnet. His lips quirk into a small smile. "What a coincidence," Hoseok murmurs. "Neither do I."
Focusing seems impossible now, but Hoseok forces himself to get back to work after Yoongi leaves. Fortunately, all he has left to write is the conclusion and finish his citations. He bullshits his way through to the end with half his mind still reeling from the feeling of Yoongi's tongue in his mouth, from the scent on Yoongi's skin; the overwhelming coffee smell sunk into his pores from work with something fresh and sweet just beyond that. God, what was he thinking? Somehow, Hoseok manages to send his essay to his prof just in time, and he pushes away from his table, groaning and stretching his arms up over his head. The coffee Yoongi brought for him is still warm, and he downs the half-cup remaining.
Hoseok sighs and closes his eyes, slouching down until his head can rest on the back of the chair. He can still feel a ghost of Yoongi's lips on his skin, the way his fingers had curled into Hoseok's sweater, not pushing or pulling, just keeping him close. Hoseok traces his bottom lip his a fingertip. He really should go home, he has an early anatomy class in the morning.
With another groan, Hoseok straightens to pack his books, notebooks and laptop back into his bag. Just as he's about to get to his feet, his phone buzzes with an incoming message. hey, you still up? wanna come over? FWB Hyung. Hoseok scrubs a hand over his face and types out his reply. sorry hyung, i can't. i got an early class tomorrow. raincheck? Without waiting for a response, he throws his phone into his bag.
After pulling on his coat and slinging the strap of his book bag over his shoulder, he begins the lonely hike back to his apartment. He lets himself in, not wanting to wake his roommates, and stumbles into his room. Hoseok sets his bag down at the foot of his bed and changes into his pyjamas, heading into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, before dropping down onto his bed.
The coffee keeps him awake for a very long time. (At least, he pretends it's the coffee.)
In his second year, Yoongi applied for a job in food services. with no experience to speak of and no particular preference of where he ended up, he got stuck wherever help was needed most at the time of his application. This is how he found himself working in a small coffee shop located on the first floor of the main engineering building. Starting out, he thought it would be a nightmare. He thought he would be fired his first day after snapping at a customer. Instead, he found he got along with customers surprisingly well during the morning shift, commiserating and just as bleary-eyed and cranky as the they were. He only ever took orders and dealt with the cash during the morning shifts, rather than making drinks. It was safer that way for everybody.
A year later and he's still here. The pay isn't bad and he likes the people he works with well enough. He also gets a fair amount of free time between the morning, lunch, and dinner rushes to study and work on his assignments, which helps too. During the afternoon or night shifts when he's (somewhat) more awake, he helps out making drinks or cleaning up. He's the best out of all his coworkers with money, though.
The morning after the kiss, there's a long line stretching out of the coffee shop and around the corner. Yoongi takes orders and handles the money, helping out with the simpler drinks when he can to keep everything moving. On the tail end of the morning shift, Yoongi swears the sun shines a little brighter through the window as Hoseok approaches the counter. Hiding a yawn behind his hand, Hoseok is dressed in jeans and a baggy hoodie, his heavy backpack hanging from one shoulder.
"What do you want?" Yoongi grunts.
"My coat back, it's fucking negative four out there," Hoseok yawns, pulling a few bills from his pocket and holding them out for Yoongi. "But I'll settle for a large coffee, please."
Yoongi takes the money, his fingertips grazing Hoseok's skin, and tucks the change against Hoseok's palm after. Turning, he crosses to fill the cup with coffee and fit a lid over the rim before sliding it across the counter towards Hoseok. "Be careful, you're hot," he mumbles, staring at Hoseok's lips. The words slip out of his mouth before he can even think to bite them back. His mouth looks so soft.
Hoseok blinks and shakes his head as if coming out of a stupor. "What did you just...?" His words trail off into a yawn and he scrubs a hand over his face.
"The coffee," Yoongi says, drumming on the plastic lid with his nails as Hoseok keeps blinking at him. After a moment, Hoseok reaches out. He trails his fingers over Yoongi's before picking up the cup. "It's hot," Yoongi says, "so be careful. Just brewed a fresh pot a few minutes ago."
"Right," Hoseok murmurs, his fingers curling around the cardboard cup sleeve. "Of course that's what you said. See you in class, hyung."
Yoongi allows himself a small smile and ducks his head away. "See you in class, Hoseok-ah."
Yoongi: what the fuck do you mean by 'actually decent'
Yoongi: don't ignore me you little punk
Hoseok: [winking emoji] u think i'm hot
Yoongi: i do not
Hoseok: can't take it back now
With a huff of annoyance, Hoseok shoves his books to the edge of his table and drags his laptop closer. Casting a glance around his section of the library, he opens up a new browser window and types in his preferred streaming site to catch up on his favourite drama. He needs to take a break from biomechanics before he does something drastic (like flipping every table in this goddamn library, regardless of whether it's unoccupied or not). Slipping his earbuds into his ears and settling back in his seat, he allows himself to get reabsorbed into this world.
Twenty-six minutes into the episode, he notices movement out of the corner of his eye. He turns his head to look just as Yoongi drops down beside him into a seat that Hoseok did not notice him drag over. Hoseok startles with a loud yelp, and claps a hand over his mouth, his heart pounding in his throat. Yoongi smirks at him with one eyebrow quirked. It's stupidly attractive. Hoseok hits the spacebar on his laptop and tugs out his earbuds. "You scared the shit out of me, hyung," he mutters. "What do you want?"
Yoongi's heavy-lidded eyes are fucking sparkling behind the glass-less frames — different, this time, thick black enamel on top tapering into a thin, golden band. He stretches his arms up behind his head, and Hoseok lets his eyes linger on the arch of Yoongi's spine off the back of the chair. He's still smirking. What a fucking asshole. "Couldn't help but notice you're watching a drama I like," he replies, settling against the back of the chair with his fingers steepled over his stomach. "Do you mind if I watch with you?" Hoseok shakes his head. He grabs a tissue from the packet he keeps in his bag to clean off one of the earbuds before offering it to Yoongi. Yoongi takes it, and they both lean towards each other to put less stress on the cord. "What episode is this?" Yoongi asks.
"Almost halfway through fourteen," Hoseok replies, hitting the spacebar again.
"Oh good, you're only an episode behind me," Yoongi murmurs, scooting his chair so close their shoulders brush. Hoseok tries to ignore it, but he can feel Yoongi's body heat, sitting this close. He's warm and he smells good — fresh and clean with a hint of something almost sweet. Yoongi shifts even closer until their shoulders are pressed together. He's sitting so close now he might as well just be in Hoseok's lap.
Unfortunately, Hoseok loses track of the plot at that point, too distracted by the mental image of Yoongi in his lap, kissing him as his hips grind down in teasing circles. Yoongi's a good kisser. Hoseok knows that now. Out the corner of his eye, Hoseok catches a glimpse of Yoongi's hands. They're broader than Hoseok expected, given Yoongi's height and slim frame, with long fingers. He imagines Yoongi sliding off his lap, bending Hoseok over the table to finger him open. Right there in the middle of the library, where anyone could walk by and see them.
The tips of Hoseok's ears feel hot, and he's so grateful his hair has grown out enough to hide it. He squirms in his seat, his hands curling on his thighs, nails digging in sharply through the thin denim of his jeans. Grabbing his phone, he types out a message to his FWB Hyung asking if he wants to meet up. A few moments later, his hyung sends back a message with a time and place.
If Yoongi notices anything amiss during the rest of the episode or through the next, he doesn't say a word.
Yoongi drops his pencil down on the table after finishing the last equation on his algebra worksheet and stretches his arms up over his head with a soft groan. He lowers his arms back down as he hears a wobbling voice hitch into breathless squeaks of laughter a few tables ahead of him and looks up to see Hoseok leaning over to swat at Park Jimin's shoulder. Jimin looks embarrassed but pleased about whatever it was, and he finger-combs his hair back off his forehead with a little laugh. They're sitting with four other students that Yoongi doesn't recognize. He assumes they're fellow dance/kinesiology majors; they all have a sort of fluid grace.
Cradling his chin in his hand, Yoongi considers Hoseok's smile. He watches as Hoseok rests his elbows on the table, still laughing but quieter now. Yoongi likes the way a smile changes Hoseok's face — not any more or less attractive, just a different kind. He likes how readily, how easily Hoseok seems to smile, like it's always waiting just beneath the surface. It's as if he somehow managed to capture the sun and carries it around with him wherever he goes, even on drab winter days like this.
Hoseok glances at his phone as it lights up with a message, frowning. He types out a reply before turning and puckering his lips at one of his classmates, his eyelashes fluttering. Yoongi's face warms at the memory of feeling the soft press of those lips against his skin. The kisses had been so chaste, over far too quickly for Yoongi's satisfaction — he wonders what it might be like to be able to take his time, to lick Hoseok's mouth open until he's squirming, pink-cheeked and gasping.
He's so distracted by this mental image that he doesn't notice Hoseok glancing over at him until it's too late. He's been caught staring at Hoseok with an undoubtedly glazed expression, blushing with his mouth hanging open. Amazing.
Shit. Hoseok grabs his coat and starts to get up from the table. Shit. Shit. He pulls on the coat and walks over in Yoongi's direction. Shit. Shit. Shit. Yoongi ducks down under the table to grab something from his bag, hoping that Hoseok will continue right past his table. He digs desperately around the bottom of his bag, and sits back up with a few dried-out, uncapped highlighters, some spare change, and a bit of disgusting bag lint clutched in his hand. He pushes his glasses back up his nose. Hoseok hasn't kept walking. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.
"Hey—" Hoseok begins, sliding his hands into his pockets.
"I wasn't staring at you," Yoongi blurts. Hoseok just blinks at him, his mouth hanging open in surprise at Yoongi's outburst. Shit. Yoongi feels like his face is about to set on fire, and he curls his hand around the pens and coins and disgusting bag lint. "Uh..."
Hoseok swallows, rocking back on his heels. He hesitates. "I'm going on a sandwich run for my study group," he says, inanely. Yoongi keeps staring at him. Shit, is he blushing? God fucking damnit, he must be blushing. Can Hoseok tell? Of course he can fucking tell, he isn't even three feet away and Yoongi feels like he's about to have a nuclear meltdown. Why does his brain always shut down the moment he needs it most? Hoseok's talking again, and Yoongi tries to force himself to focus. "I was wondering if you wanted me to pick you up something? You've been here even longer than we have, and I haven't seen you eat, so I was just... Wondering..."
"Oh," Yoongi says, coming back online. "Oh. Sure, okay." He swallows and ducks his head, scratching at the nape of his neck. "I'll just eat whatever you get, thank you." Yoongi drops the useless handful on the table, taking off his glasses and he glances up at Hoseok's face just in time to catch Hoseok beaming at him. It's like the whole room lights up with him. Yoongi's heart thunders in his ears and he buries his face in his arms with a soft groan of distress as Hoseok leaves.
Fifteen minutes later, Hoseok returns with a plastic bag in his hand. He stops beside Yoongi's table, digging around in the bag before surfacing with a sandwich from the cafe around the block and a soda from the vending machine. He sets them down on the edge of Yoongi's table. "By the way," he says in undertone, staring at Yoongi's algebra notes, "I know you weren't staring at me, hyung." He turns his head and offers Yoongi a smile, all sunny and soft, his cheeks faintly pink. "If you were, you'd have noticed me staring at you." Shit. Yoongi stares at Hoseok, and can only watch as he walks back to his own table, dumbstruck.
Yoongi: yes. why?
Hoseok: i forgot what chapters
Yoongi: 8-10, they're long and boring as fuck
Yoongi: sucks to be you
Hoseok: thanks, hyung
Yoongi: you need coffee
Hoseok: if i agreed, would you bring me some?
Yoongi: lol fuck no, i'm in bed already
Hoseok: why do you tease me?!?! good night, hyung
Yoongi: you make it easy. good night
Hoseok sits on Yoongi's usual desk in the music history classroom, his legs hanging off the edge and his feet dangling a few inches off the floor. There are still a few minutes before the class is slated to begin. Hoseok scrolls through his various social media feeds while he waits. When Yoongi shows up, Hoseok catches the barest flash of Yoongi's gums as he grins before he ducks his head away, lifting the strap of his messenger bag over his head and setting it down on the floor. He's wearing the rounded black and gold glasses frames from before and Hoseok's coat. He unzips it before sinking down in his chair and squinting up at Hoseok.
"Hello hyung," Hoseok says, turning his phone so Yoongi can see the cute dog picture that just showed up on his twitter feed.
The corner of Yoongi's mouth lifts into another smile, soft and easy. "Hello," he replies, his gaze shifting from the phone to Hoseok's face. He's still smiling a little, head tilted up at the slightest angle. "Did you wait here just to show me that?"
Hoseok's phone vibrates with another message from FWB Hyung. 'man, where are you? did i do something? are we done?' Hoseok swallows, flicking the chat app closed without a response, ignoring the nerves fluttering in his gut. "No, that's not what I'm here for," he murmurs, staring down at his phone in his hand and reorganizing apps on the screen for something to do. He catches his lip between his teeth and mumbles, "I wanted to ask you for my coat back." Hoseok watches Yoongi open his mouth to reply out of the corner of his eye, but whatever he plans to say is lost as their professor walks through the door. Sliding off Yoongi's desk and sitting down at the free seat beside him, Hoseok pulls his laptop out from his bag as the lecture begins.
An hour later, Yoongi passes Hoseok a ripped piece of notebook paper. His writing is small and cramped as Hoseok reads his note, 'why did you kiss me?' Hoseok glances over at Yoongi. He's typing on his laptop as if nothing's amiss. Biting at the corner of his lip, Hoseok bends to pluck a pen from his backpack and scrawls out his reply, 'because i wanted to. is that okay?' Beside Yoongi's narrow handwriting, Hoseok's seems so boisterous and loud in comparison.
He folds the paper up and leans across the aisle to slide the note onto Yoongi's desk. A few moments pass, and Yoongi folds the paper up even smaller before tossing it onto Hoseok's laptop. The note skids across the keyboard and nearly falls off the edge of Hoseok's desk. Somehow he manages to catch it. Yoongi's response is straight to the point, 'yes'. Hoseok swallows. When he glances over at Yoongi this time, though, Yoongi's staring straight back at him. Hoseok's heartrate starts to pick up. 'what if i wanted to kiss you again, hyung? could i?' Yoongi holds his hand out and Hoseok presses the paper into his palm. Hoseok watches Yoongi pick up his pen.
For several moments Yoongi doesn't move, his lips pursed as if he's considering his answer. Hoseok's gut sinks, his heartbeat thundering in his ears, and he turns his attention back to catching up on the notes the professor is writing on the board at the front of the room. He shouldn't have presumed—
The paper skids across Hoseok's keyboard a second time, coming to a halt beside Hoseok's hand. Yoongi hasn't bothered to fold it up this time, so Hoseok can immediately see that he hasn't written anything new below Hoseok's message. He hasn't written anything — but he has circled his 'yes' from before. Multiple times. When Hoseok looks up at Yoongi, Yoongi's got his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his cheeks a faint pink. Hoseok takes a breath. "Okay," he whispers. Yoongi gives an almost imperceptive nod of his head in return.
Okay. Hoseok scribbles another note just before the end of the class and fishes his phone out from his pocket. He sends a message to FWB Hyung, 'you didn't do anything, but i might have met someone? i don't know right now, man, it's complicated. i need some space to sort this shit out.' He locks his phone and shoves it back into his pocket. As Yoongi gets up to leave after their prof dismisses them, Hoseok leans over to press the note into his hand. Yoongi reads it as he walks out the door, and Hoseok can hear him laughing in response all the way out in the hall.
'hyung, am i ever going to get my coat back?'
Yoongi: [photo message, a selfie: the sweet smile spread across his face is barely visible with the coat zipped up as high it will go] oh~ but i'm so cozy~
Hoseok: [middle finger emoji]
Yoongi: [winking kissy face emoji]
During the dead hours in mid-afternoon when five customers is considered busy, Yoongi is sitting behind the register reviewing his notes on influence lines for his structural analysis class. No one has come in for the past hour, and he half-wonders if he should start sketching out the city layout for his urban theory project. He's just about to pull his graph paper and pencils out from his bag when Hoseok walks through the cafe entrance with Kim Namjoon in tow.
"Oh, hey," he says, setting his notes aside. "I didn't know you two were friends."
"Hi hyung," Hoseok greets. His smile is brighter than normal and he slings an arm around Namjoon's shoulders. "Namjoon and I go way back — we were roommates in first year. We've been best friends ever since!"
Namjoon nods and shrugs Hoseok's arm off. If Hoseok is bothered by this, it doesn't show on his face — if anything, his smile seems to grow even brighter. "I've agreed to help him with a few of his biomechanics assignments," Namjoon says.
Hoseok's smile falters and he leans toward Yoongi over the counter. "I hate math," he says in a conspiratorial undertone. "I'm going to try to get Namjoonie to do everything for me." Namjoon smacks the back of Hoseok's head and Hoseok yelps. "What was that for?" he demands, rubbing at the spot.
"If I do everything for you, how are you supposed to learn?" Namjoon retorts, pulling out his wallet and selecting a few bills. "I don't have a lot of time, so we should get going. Can I get a large triple dry cappuccino with a couple pumps of caramel syrup, hyung?"
Yoongi takes the money from Namjoon and hands back his change before reaching for one of the paper cups stacked beside the register. "If I have to," he grumbles, scribbling down the side of the cup as he slides off his stool and crosses over to the espresso machine. As he pulls shots and steams the milk, he listens to Namjoon ramble about his thesis on the history of hip hop culture on the other side of the counter. Hoseok interrupts him to bring up dance instead, and Yoongi nearly burns his arm on the steaming wand as he peers around the espresso machine. Hoseok waves his hands around him to emphasize each word, his eyes bright as he speaks of b-boying as a true art form. Yoongi feels his lips quirk into a smile and he focuses his attention on finishing up Namjoon's drink.
He sets it down in front of Namjoon and looks over at Hoseok. "Let me guess," he says. "Another plain coffee?"
"You know me so well," Hoseok murmurs with a sweet smile. "One large coffee, please, hyung." He taps his fingernails on the counter. "How do you know Namjoonie?"
"We used to work here together," Yoongi says with a shrug. "He helped teach me how to make drinks, up until one time after hours when he accidentally broke one of the most expensive coffee machines in the building."
Hoseok whistles low, turning to Namjoon with raised eyebrows. Namjoon rolls his eyes and shoves Hoseok's shoulder. "Did you make it explode?" Hoseok laughs, his eyes bright and dancing with amusement. "You know," he begins, looking back at Yoongi, "when we were living together, he somehow managed to make a bowl of ramen noodles not just catch fire, but explode. Using a hot plate. I found little noodle bits in the most random ass places in our room for weeks, it was disgusting."
Yoongi snickers. "I'm not surprised." He turns to fill a large cup from the drip machine. "You sure you don't want me to give you some sugar this time?" he asks as he sets the cup down on the counter, his eyes flicking up to catch Hoseok's smile stretch across his face. "It's no trouble." Namjoon freezes, his cup hanging midair halfway toward his lips. Oh. Oops.
Hoseok tilts his head to the side, watching Yoongi. "Let you pour a little of your cream into my... coffee?" he suggests, his voice low and sultry. Beside him, Namjoon chokes on a mouthful of cappuccino and makes a hasty exit with a great, hacking cough to clear his throat. Yoongi watches him go, but his eyes snap back to Hoseok as Hoseok catches his lip between his teeth. His gaze stays fixed on Yoongi's mouth as if he's actually considering it. To Yoongi's disappointment, Hoseok shakes his head and hums, "Maybe next time, hyung."
Yoongi lets out the breath he'd been holding in a rush. As Hoseok pulls his wallet out from his back pocket, Yoongi waves him off. "Go on, you're in a hurry," he says. "It's my treat. I get free drinks, remember?"
Reaching out, Hoseok curls his hand over the top of Yoongi's on the counter, hooking their fingers together. "Hyung, I—"
"Hoseok!" Namjoon yells, just out of sight of the cafe entrance. "Hurry the fuck up, man, I've got classical lit in an hour, remember?" Hoseok flinches and Yoongi lets go of his hand. Hoseok shoots Yoongi an apologetic look and a little wave as he scoops up his coffee and heads out after Namjoon. Sighing, Yoongi gets his graph paper out from his bag.
Jimin and Taehyung both corner Hoseok in the kitchen with identical gleeful expressions on their faces. Raising his eyebrows in silent question, Hoseok leans back against the counter behind him. Neither Jimin nor Taehyung says a word for several moments, nor do nothing but grin at him, and Hoseok's brows lower as he crosses his arms over his chest defensively.
"What?" he asks, a bit unnerved. The last time they'd looked at him like this, they'd ended up in a nerf gun war so intense they broke their television and had to pool their money to buy a much smaller, shittier replacement.
With relish, Taehyung pulls his phone out of his pocket and shoves it right into Hoseok's face, so close he can't see anything. Huffing an annoyed sound, Hoseok grabs hold of Taehyung's wrist and pulls his hand back until his eyes can focus on the screen: A blurry photo comprised mainly of shades of brown, green, black, and white. Hoseok blinks. "What am I supposed to be looking at, exactly?"
Jimin's fingers wrap around Hoseok's hand on Taehyung's wrist, and he twists both their hands to look at the screen himself. Jimin sighs impatiently and swipes his finger over the screen. "You showed him the wrong picture, idiot," he grumbles.
"Oh, oops," Taehyung says, ducking his head with a sheepish little smile. "I wanted to be dramatic, I didn't even look first." Rolling his eyes, Jimin releases his hold on Hoseok and Taehyung. "Hoseokie hyung," Taehyung says after a moment, whipping the phone back around. "How do you explain this?"
The picture is grainy and blurry, very zoomed in from what appears to be across the quad — but it's a photo of Yoongi wearing Hoseok's coat. Hoseok frowns. His hand slips from Taehyung's wrist to fall back down to his side.
"Are you dating Min Yoongi?" Jimin demands. He's so excited he's practically vibrating, like a little puppy. It's cute. "Is he as scary as he seems? You know, I see him sometimes when I go over to see Seokjin hyung, and he's always really," he curls his hands into claws and makes a hissing sound.
Taehyung laughs, slinging an arm around Jimin's shoulders. "Why didn't you tell us?"
Hoseok scrubs a hand over his face. "We're not dating," he answers. Jimin's and Taehyung's faces both fall at almost the exact same moment. Hoseok sighs. "I lent him my coat a couple weeks ago and he refuses to give it back to me. That's all there is to it. So far," he adds, grinning as his roommates start to perk up once more. "I don't know what's going on yet, but he's not scary." Jimin slaps Hoseok's shoulder in an encouraging sort of way. "I don't know if he likes me or if he just wants to fuck me."
Jimin leans against the kitchen counter beside Hoseok, reaching around him to flick on the electric kettle. "Hyung, what's been going on with you lately?" Hoseok tries to maintain a neutral expression, but Jimin must see right through that because he adds, "It's just that what's-his-face, that guy you were fucking — Taehyung and I haven't seen him around here in a few weeks." He wraps a hand around Hoseok's wrist, his fingers warm and strong.
"Last time he was here, he was only in your room with you for twenty minutes?" Taehyung frowns, pausing as he slides his phone back into his pocket, his head tilted to one side. "Maybe even less than that?"
"Exactly," Jimin murmurs, letting go of Hoseok's wrist to pull two mugs from the cupboard over Hoseok's head. "Usually he's here for at least an hour, and you get loud."
"Didn't even hear you make a peep," Taehyung nods.
Tilting his head back with an uncomfortable sigh, Hoseok shifts his weight from foot to foot, his arms crossed over his chest. "So what if it was over fast?" he asks, feeling himself getting over-defensive again but unable to do a damn thing to stop it. "It doesn't— whatever, I got him off and then kicked him out, what's the big deal?"
"The big deal," Taehyung says, passing Jimin two tea bags from the box beside the fridge. "The big deal, is that you really like Yoongi hyung. More than just wanting to sleep with him. Don't you?"
Hoseok closes his mouth, staring down at the tile floor beneath his feet. "I don't know," he says, so low he can barely hear himself over the bubbling kettle behind him.
Did he like Yoongi? Of course he does, Yoongi's great, he's funny and kind, even when he tries to be cold.
But more than that... Yoongi...
An image comes to Hoseok's mind so fast and so clear that it startles him. Yoongi's dark, sleepy eyes, to the slight, rounded slope of his nose and pouty pink bottom lip. His bleached blond hair that Hoseok wants to touch to see if it would be rough or soft as it runs between his fingers. His broad hands and thin wrists.
The way he looks at Hoseok when he smirks, his head tilted to one side. The pleasing pink flush on his face when Hoseok had caught him staring that time in the library a few days ago, and the slightly stunned, slightly stupid look on his face after Hoseok had kissed him. The catlike arch of his back when he stretches his arms up over his head, and the pale nape of his neck where his sweaters dip down when he hunches his shoulders as he works. How his hand seems to fit so perfectly with Hoseok's. When he smiles, really smiles with his gums showing, delighted and unselfconscious. The way he tries to be tough but takes care of the people he cares about in little ways, like bringing Hoseok coffee and giving him free drinks every now and then.
How he always seems so soft and sleepy from staying up late working, and the way it seems like he could fall asleep anywhere at any time. How much he hates the cold, and how cute he looks wrapped up in Hoseok's coat. The way his eyes light up when he laughs, or when Hoseok flirts with him. The way he'd leaned in and kissed Hoseok back, the softness of his mouth and the coffee scent on his skin. The way his mouth moved, and the slow dragging drawl of his speech first thing in the morning. The way he seemed to have a fond smile reserved just for Hoseok, and how special that made Hoseok feel, how important and precious... The way... he...
Fuck me, Hoseok thinks, scrubbing a hand over his face. Fuck, I really do like him, don't I? He lowers his hand to see Jimin and Taehyung both watching him with a concerned expression on their faces, and blinks rapidly. "Look, can we be done? Just for right now?" his voice breaks and he clears his throat. "It's just that I- I have an essay to finish, and..." I need more time to think.
Taehyung squeezes Hoseok's shoulder. "You know you can tell us anything," he says.
"I know," Hoseok replies, edging his way past his roommates, "I'll keep you posted." He pauses in the doorway, offering them a weak smile. "For now, all you really need to know is that he's a really good kisser and I think he looks adorable in my coat."
Jimin throws his head back and laughs.
Hoseok: give me my coat back
Yoongi: [angel emoji] give me a reason to
Hoseok: it's my fucking coat?
Hoseok: also my roommates think we're dating??
Yoongi: that's not a good enough reason
Yoongi: nice try though
Yoongi moves closer to Hoseok. Though they both skipped their respective classes to study for a huge music history unit test, now they're sitting on the floor in the philosophy section of the library, sharing Hoseok's earbuds as they watch another episode of the drama they both like. Hoseok stiffens as Yoongi's head droops onto Hoseok's shoulder. Yoongi blinks, about to straighten up and apologize, when Hoseok shifts, pulling Yoongi closer with his arm around Yoongi's waist. Yoongi's head ends up cradled in the soft junction of his neck and shoulder, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier until he's fast asleep.
He wakes up an indeterminate amount of time later. Hoseok is still watching the drama, but it's a different episode now. he keeps absently running his hand up and down Yoongi's back. It feels nice. Yoongi snuggles a closer and sighs into the crook of Hoseok's neck. "Sorry for falling asleep on you," he murmurs, and scrubs a hand over his sore, tired eyes.
Hoseok laughs, his fingers curled around Yoongi's waist. That feels nice, too. "It's okay, hyung," he replies. "Were you up late?"
Yoongi yawns. his eyelids are still so heavy. "I stayed up all night gluing fucking little plastic trees to my urban design project." Hoseok starts stroking Yoongi's back again, soothing sweeps of his hand up and down, up and down. Yoongi's eyes flutter closed.
"You can go back to sleep if you want, use me as a pillow," Hoseok whispers. "I don't have to go anywhere until my dance class in a few hours."
The next time Yoongi wakes, it's to Hoseok's fingers brushing his hair back off his forehead. At some point in his sleep, Yoongi stretched out on his side with his head pillowed on Hoseok's thigh. Yoongi licks his lips and blinks a few times to try and focus his eyes to see Hoseok smiling down at him.
"I have to go to class, hyung," Hoseok murmurs, and he looks genuinely apologetic. "Are you going to be okay?"
Frowning, Yoongi realizes he has his hand curled in the front of Hoseok's sweater. He lets go, flexing his fingers. "Yeah," he says, his voice hoarse with disuse. His mouth is dry and he's so tired. Hoseok has his coat in his hand, like he's going to pull it on, but he... drapes it over Yoongi's side like a blanket. Again.
"See you later, hyung," Hoseok says. He squeezes Yoongi's hand before getting to his feet and slinging his backpack strap over his shoulder. Yoongi wants to watch him walk away, to say something — anything — but he falls back asleep before he can.
"Another coffee?" Yoongi asks as Hoseok approaches the counter, sounding bored. He doesn't shift his attention from a sheaf of what appears to be completed algebra worksheets, twirling a pencil between his thumb and forefinger.
Hoseok swallows. "No, not today," he says, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Namjoonie told me I should get a cappuccino this time." He smiles when Yoongi looks up at him in surprise. "Hey, hyung."
"Hey, Hoseok-ah," Yoongi replies, setting the worksheets and the pencil down on the counter and reaching out blindly for an empty paper cup from the stack beside the register. He catches his lip between his teeth. "What size can you handle?"
"The bigger the better," Hoseok murmurs, trying not to grin. "You know how I like it, hyung."
The colour leaches from Yoongi's bottom lip as he bites down harder. "Right," he says, and clears his throat. He grabs one of the large cups and scribbles down the side, taking the money Hoseok holds out for him and punching a few buttons on the register. After handing back the change, he gets off his stool and sets about making Hoseok's drink.
While he waits, Hoseok leans against the counter, looking around the cafe. Jeon Jungkook is the only other customer, a freshman in Hoseok's dance class. He's sitting slouched over a table and staring at an algebra textbook with a glazed expression. Hoseok turns his gaze towards the large windows. it's started to snow again, small flakes that melt as soon as they hit the ground. Hoseok shivers, pulling his thin coat tighter around his body as he hitches the strap of his bag further up his shoulder.
"Here," Yoongi says, setting the cup down in front of Hoseok.
"Is that it?" Hoseok asks. Yoongi raises his eyebrows. "What, you're not gonna make some sly suggestion about how you go down easier than the espresso?" he asks, leaning over the counter and smiling. "Nothing about how you'd keep me up all night?" Yoongi's lips twitch, but otherwise he doesn't move. "Really?" Hoseok says, disappointed. "Nothing?"
"Of course not," Yoongi says, nodding in Jungkook's direction. His smile is small but impish. "There are children present."
"Hey," comes Jungkook's whining complaint as he looks around at them with an offended expression on his face. "I'm nineteen, you know. I know about sex stuff, hyung."
Yoongi's lips curl into a bigger smile and he ducks his chin into the collar of his hoodie to hide it. "Those things are both true, though," he says, low enough for only Hoseok to hear.
Hoseok picks up the cappuccino. The cup looks the same as always, Yoongi's neat handwriting outlining Hoseok's order. "You put in a shot of caramel?" he asks. "I didn't even ask for that." Yoongi shrugs, settling himself back down on his stool and picking up the algebra worksheets. Hoseok turns the cup to see his name scrawled across the cup, messier than usual. The tops of the ieungs in his name are suspiciously dented. "Hyung, are these... Are these hearts? Am I your favourite? Is that what's happening right now?"
"Are those fuckin'— no," Yoongi sputters. "No, you're fucking not, get out, go away. Never come back." His hands clench around the worksheets, crumpling the edges of the papers. "Your ass is blacklisted, starting right now—"
"Hyung," Hoseok repeats, holding the cup up so Yoongi can see, tapping his name with a fingertip. "Hyung, look at these fucking hearts. You put hearts in my name. Hyung."
Yoongi closes his eyes and takes a very deep breath. "Actually, it's an ass," he replies, blinking his eyes open and meeting Hoseok's gaze without flinching. The tips of his ears are growing rather pink, though. "It's an ass, because I like yours. Now go away."
Hoseok's heart flip-flops in his chest. "Sure, hyung," he says, all sweet and sly. "That's what it is." He takes a sip from the cup and licks the foam off his top lip. Yoongi's eyes follow the movement, and Hoseok feels warm all the way down to the tips of his toes. "This is delicious, thank you."
"No problem," Yoongi mutters, dropping his gaze back down to the worksheets, dropping them down on the counter and trying in vain to smooth the creasing with the palms of his hands. "I'll see you later."
As Hoseok leaves, he hears Jungkook say, loudly, "Is Hoseok hyung your boyfriend?" He halts out of sight, his heart hammering in his chest.
After a few moments, he hears Yoongi's answer. "No, not yet." The warm feeling seems to radiate in waves, starting in the centre of Hoseok's chest and blooming throughout his entire body. He bites down on his lip to keep from smiling. "How's the studying coming, Jungkook?" Yoongi continues, tone caustic. "So far you've only got half of the questions right on these worksheets, so you better get your nose out of my business and start studying."
"So then I said, 'Listen, you little—'" Seokjin breaks off mid-rant, stills in the middle of the quad. He pats his pocket. "Hey, do you mind if we make a little detour before getting lunch?" he asks, pointing back over his shoulder with his thumb. "I promised Jiminnie I'd drop off a few things for him, he's got dance practice until late tonight."
Yoongi shrugs and shoves his hands into his pockets. "Whatever," he says, and follows Seokjin back the way they'd come. Seokjin takes a left where Yoongi usually takes a right, leading Yoongi to a part of campus that he's never visited before. Seokjin steps up to the dance building and opens the door, ushering Yoongi inside out of the cold. He leads the way down four flights of stairs to the basement. Yoongi can hear the distant thunder of the bass. It's not much warmer down here than it was outside, he notes, pulling the coat tighter around himself.
Seokjin leads Yoongi down a hall with three doors branching off from it. He pauses at the single door on the left side of the hall and turns the doorknob. Yoongi follows him inside. Several dance students are using the large space, either dancing, stretching, or taking a moment to cool down. Among the students dancing, Yoongi recognizes Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok. Oh.
Jimin notices Seokjin and Yoongi's arrival immediately, and he leaves the formation to trot over to them. The other dancers don't seem to notice his departure. "Hey, hyung!" Jimin says to Seokjin, beaming and glistening with sweat. "I'd give you a hug but I'm all—"
Interrupting him before he can finish, Seokjin slips his arms around Jimin's waist and pulls him in close, giving him a sweet kiss on his damp forehead. "Like I care," Seokjin murmurs, and Jimin chuckles, his cheeks pink.
"What are you doing here?" Jimin asks, pulling off his snapback and ruffling a hand through his hair before settling it back down on his head. "I thought I wasn't going to see you until, you know," he glances at Yoongi and drops his voice into a dramatic hiss, "tonight."
Yoongi rolls his eyes. "I know you're coming over to fuck my roommate," he says dryly, and Jimin's cheeks go, if possible, even pinker. Seokjin smacks Yoongi's arm with the back of his hand. "What? it's not a big deal, I'm not even going to be there. I've got work to catch up on." Jimin ducks his head, murmuring something about tonight being special, and Yoongi shoves his hands deeper into the coat pockets. "I'm sure you'll have a magical night together. Do you want me to buy you some roses before I get kicked out of my own apartment that I pay half the rent for? Let you borrow my candles?"
Jimin starts to grin, the little shit, and Yoongi resists the urge to kick him in the kneecaps. "Actually yeah, that would be amazing, hyung. Could you get us some chocolate, too?"
Seokjin laughs. "I've got that much covered myself." He pulls a familiar Kumamon keychain from his pocket. "Here," he says. "I stole Yoongi's keys—"
"—So you can just let yourself in when you're done, okay? I'll have dinner ready."
"What the fuck," Yoongi mutters, while Jimin grins and stuffs the keyring into his sweatpants pocket. "You just wait until I start dating someone again, hyung. I'm gonna be insufferable just to pay you back."
Seokjin glances over at the group of dancers, and his lips curl into a smug smile. "He's looking at you," he says.
"What?" Yoongi turns his head to see, but Hoseok isn't paying them any attention whatsoever. He's busy laughing with Jungkook as they run through what looks like girl group choreography together while listening to a trap song. Right. Of course. Yoongi turns back to Seokjin and Jimin, who are both laughing at him now.
Jimin stops when he sees Yoongi's face. "Shit— wait, you really like Hoseok hyung," he realises, reaching out without looking to take Seokjin's hand.
Yoongi frowns. "Do I? I wonder what gave it away," he says, pulling Hoseok's coat tighter around his body.
"No," Jimin says, taking a step closer to Yoongi, his face open and honest. Yoongi doesn't like it. "No, I mean you really like him, more than just wanting to sleep with him."
Yoongi's cheeks heat. "I thought that was obvious," he mumbles, staring fixedly at the floor beneath his sneakers.
"Yoongi—" Seokjin begins.
They're both looking at him with concerned expressions on their faces, and that's the last fucking thing Yoongi needs. "Go fuck yourselves," he says to them both, with feeling, and spins on his heel to go wait outside for Seokjin to finish up.
He's not left on his own for long; the door opens almost a minute later. "Finally managed to tear yourself away from loverboy?" Yoongi begins to say over the music spilling out into the hall, only to have the words die in his throat when he realizes it's Hoseok and not Seokjin. "Oh," he says, clearing his throat. "Hey."
Hoseok has a few bills clutched in his hand for, Yoongi assumes, the vending machines on the main floor of the building. "Hey," he says, looking and sounding surprised. He closes the dance room door, cutting the music noise in half. Hoseok pushes his damp hair out of his eyes, patting the sweat from his temples on the back of his hand, but he hasn't sweat much from what Yoongi can see. "What are you doing here?" he asks.
Yoongi tilts his head towards the practice room. "My roommate is visiting his boyfriend."
"Oh that's right, you live with Seokjin hyung," Hoseok murmurs, coming to lean against the wall beside Yoongi. "I forgot. Are you going somewhere together?"
"He's treating me to lunch as a bribe," Yoongi sighs, "so I'll stay out of the apartment all night while he and Jimin fuck like rabbits."
Hoseok blinks, then starts to laugh. "Sorry to hear that."
Yoongi shrugs. "It's not a big deal," he says, and yawns. "I have work to finish, anyway." He nods to the money in Hoseok's hand. "Were you going to do something with that?"
"Right," Hoseok says, pushing off the wall. "I was going to get a drink. I forgot my water bottle at home..."
"I'll come with you," Yoongi says. "I don't know how much longer Seokjin's going to be, and it's something better to do than just waiting out here."
Hoseok's lips stretch into a smile. "Okay, hyung," he says, and leads the way back up four flights of stairs to the main level of the building. As he walks, he tells Yoongi about the project he's working on for his dance class. "I have to come up with an entirely new choreographed piece, but I keep getting stuck on the music. I have no idea what to work with..." The vending machines are tucked into a little nook near the front doors.
Yoongi wets his lips with a swipe of his tongue, considering. What could Hoseok dance to? "Can it be anything?"
"Yeah," Hoseok says, punching his drink selection into the keypad and feeding the machine his money. "I'd prefer hip hop, but I can dance to anything. The genre doesn't matter." he ducks down to grab the bottle from the slot. He unscrews the lid and takes a sip. "I'll figure it out somehow," he sighs. "I might end up stealing Jungkook's song, he picked a good one. I won't lose marks for it, but we'll end up getting compared more than I'd like. You know? Depending on who gets evaluated first."
"Hmm," Yoongi says, pulling his hands from his pockets to cross his arms over his chest. "I might be able to help. I'll see what I can find."
Hoseok looks up at Yoongi in surprise. "What? Really? You'd do that for me?" He reaches out and touches Yoongi's hand. His fingertips are cool and damp with condensation from the bottle.
Yoongi licks his lips again, and Hoseok's eyes follow the movement as he takes a step towards Yoongi. "Yeah," Yoongi says, tilting his chin up. "Whatever. It's not like it's a big deal or anything." Hoseok leans closer, almost like he wants to—
"Hey!" they snap apart at the sound of Seokjin's voice ringing across the entrance hall. Hoseok covers his mouth with his hand. Yoongi scowls. "Sorry to interrupt, but we have to go if you still want me to buy you lunch," Seokjin says as he approaches. "I totally lost track of time, my lit class starts at two."
"Right." Yoongi glances at Hoseok. He still has a hand over his lips. "I'll send you a song later," he calls over his shoulder as he follows Seokjin out. "See you."
"Thanks, hyung," Hoseok replies, muffled.
Yoongi: listen to this song
Hoseok: oh shit
Hoseok: oh SHIT
Hoseok: this is perfect
Hoseok: man i could kiss you
Yoongi: [blushing emoji]
Yoongi: well damn dude ok
Hoseok steps into the music history section, half-surprised to see Yoongi standing on his tip-toes as he tries to grab a book off the top shelf. His fingertips keep grazing the spine, but he can't seem to reach far enough for a proper grip. Hoseok moves forward and reaches up. He has to stand on his tip-toes too, but he barely manages to catch the edge of the spine with his fingernails, just enough to wiggle the book free from the tight press of the others to grab it. "Here," he says, holding the book out for Yoongi.
"Thanks," Yoongi says, reaching out to accept it. He smooths his hand over the front cover. "I'm surprised you could reach it."
Smiling, Hoseok replies, "I was just waiting for the chance to show off my body." He wiggles his eyebrows. "You like?"
Yoongi ducks his head with a little snort of laughter. "I've seen worse," he answers. He sets the book down on a lower shelf in favor of curling his fingers in the front of Hoseok's t-shirt to pull him in close. Hoseok's breath hitches at the proximity. "Can I kiss you?" he asks.
Hoseok wets his lips. "Yeah," he whispers, his voice hoarse. He curls his hands around Yoongi's narrow hips, leaning forward just enough to brush his parted lips over Yoongi's. Yoongi makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, his grip tightening and twisting in Hoseok's shirt as he presses their mouths together.
The kiss starts out sweet and gentle, just like before — but with the slightest hint of desperation lingering underneath the surface. Yoongi drags his tongue over Hoseok's bottom lip before slipping it into Hoseok's mouth. Hoseok can't help the weak little moan at the first brush of Yoongi's tongue against his own. He feels light-headed, his knees weak as his hands slide up Yoongi's back, feeling the warmth of his skin through his thin t-shirt, the shift of his muscles as he moves.
Yoongi sighs into the kiss, releasing Hoseok's shirt to grab the nape of Hoseok's neck instead, pulling Hoseok more firmly against his body as he directs the kiss, his tongue both wicked and soft inside Hoseok's mouth. Hoseok sucks on the tip of Yoongi's tongue, his hands smoothing up even further until his fingers comb up into Yoongi's hair. The bleached strands are so much smoother than he expects and slip between his fingers. Yoongi sucks Hoseok's tongue into his mouth, tilting his head back to deepen the kiss.
Above the wet sounds of the lips as they shift and part and the thundering of his heart in his ears, Hoseok can hear Yoongi's shaking breathing and the low murmuring voices of other students studying at the tables in the centre of the library floor. Yoongi's fingers are trembling on the side of Hoseok's neck. Hoseok wonders if Yoongi can feel the rapid beat of Hoseok's heart through the fluttering pulse point in his neck.
Hoseok presses in even closer and Yoongi works his thigh between Hoseok's knees. He doesn't even think twice as he grinds down against Yoongi's thigh. He's not hard yet, but he's more than halfway to a semi. Just from a few kisses, what the fuck. Yoongi makes a weak noise in the back of his throat, his nails digging into Hoseok's skin. Hoseok bites down on Yoongi's bottom lip, tugging gently on it between his teeth, gratified as a shudder seems to roll down Yoongi's whole body from the top of his head all the way down to the tips of his toes.
A loud sound, a door slamming nearby. Startled, Hoseok releases Yoongi as if burned, backing up until he hits the bookshelf on the opposite side of the aisle. Yoongi looks wrecked, with a flush high in his cheeks, his spit-slick lips very pink, and his hair even more of a mess from Hoseok's hands in it. Hoseok's tongue catches at the corner of his mouth, as he stares down at himself. His shirt has come untucked, rumpled from how tight Yoongi had gripped the fabric to keep him close. Hoseok feels undone, light-headed and breathless.
"Well, okay," he whispers, adjusting the front of his pants and tugging on the bottom hem of his t-shirt to cover his burgeoning erection.
Yoongi makes another weak sound. When Hoseok looks up at him, he looks as stunned as Hoseok feels. "We should do that more often," he says, before grabbing his book from the shelf and walking away.
Hoseok swallows and closes his eyes, giving himself half a minute to calm the fuck down before he returns to his study group two floors down. He slumps into his seat beside Jimin, resisting the urge to look around to see if Yoongi is nearby. he hadn't noticed him earlier. Jimin keeps looking at him, and Hoseok brushes his fingers over his mouth. Are his lips swollen? he wonders. Can Jimin tell? "What?" he mutters, low so the others won't overhear. "Do I have something on my face?"
Jimin shakes his head and leans closer to whisper, "Weren't you going to get that book about Hyun Jaemyung?"
Oh shit. "Yes," Hoseok groans, dropping his head down onto his notebook. He tilts his head, squinting up at Jimin. "I got distracted."
"By what?" Jimin asks, incredulous. He looks at Hoseok in a more appraising sort of way. "Why were you gone so long if you weren't looking for that biography?" Hoseok can only shake his head in reply. "Hyung, what..." He drifts off, and Hoseok lifts his head from the table top to frown at him. Jimin's looking off to the right of them, at something behind Hoseok. "Oh. I see."
Hoseok sits up further and turns in his seat to look, too, and feels the bottom of his gut drop six feet. Yoongi is sitting a few tables away. His hair is a mess from Hoseok's fingers running through it, his lips still pinker than usual. Shit, it's a good look on him though. As Hoseok faces forward, Jimin crosses his arms over his chest, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth. "Shut up," Hoseok says before Jimin can get out a single word. "You can go find that goddamn book for yourself."
There are more people in the club than Yoongi would expect on a Thursday night, as he follows Seokjin further inside. The music is blaring, some EDM bullshit that sets Yoongi's teeth on edge. Seokjin looks around, then tilts his head in the direction of the booths in the back where a large mass of people are milling about. As they approach, the crowd starts to thin out a bit, enough for Yoongi to catch a glimpse of Hoseok, hemmed in on either side by his roommates and friends. He looks happy, pink-cheeked and swaying in his seat. Seokjin pushes his way through the mass of people, towing Yoongi along with him until they reach the booth and can sit down. Yoongi doesn't miss the way Hoseok's eyes light up when he sees them.
"Yoongi hyung!" crows Jimin, as Seokjin leans around Namjoon to kiss his cheek. He smiles at Seokjin for a moment before turning his attention back to Yoongi. "I didn't know you were coming! Did Hoseokie hyung invite you? He's told us everything about you."
Taehyung bounces excitedly on the curved bench seat, rocking enough for Hoseok and Yoongi both to bump into his shoulders. Yoongi grips the table to keep himself from toppling right off the edge of the seat. "Yeah, he literally never shuts up about you," Taehyung shouts over the music.
Hoseok's cheeks are flushed, but he doesn't look upset or embarrassed. He smiles at Yoongi shyly, and Yoongi's heart beats a little faster in his chest. Hoseok pushes one of his full shot glasses towards Yoongi. Yoongi takes it with a nod of thanks and knocks it back, coughing as it burns all the way down to his gut. The jagermeister leaves an almost sweet, minty aftertaste on his tongue. When Yoongi looks up, Hoseok's eyes are twinkling with amusement as he slides another two shot glasses in Yoongi's direction. Again, Yoongi takes the shots. It's easier to deal with a second and third time, but not by much.
"They made me do jager bombs," Hoseok leans around Taehyung to say, and laughs. "I'm fucked." He wiggles a bit on the seat. "Can I dance yet?" he asks the table at large and starts shoving at Taehyung and Jimin's shoulders. "Somebody better fuckin' move, I don't care who."
Yoongi nearly falls on his ass when he gets to his feet, the rush of alcohol hitting him a bit harder than he'd expected. As Hoseok scoots off the seat, his fingers twine with Yoongi's. "Oh, fuck no," Yoongi says, twisting his hand free. "I don't dance." Hoseok stares at Yoongi for a long moment before he shrugs and goes off on his own. Even Namjoon and Seokjin venture out onto the dance floor with him. Yoongi sinks back down into the booth, playing with the empty shot glasses as he watches the others dance. They look like they're having fun, at least, Yoongi thinks. Maybe he should just go... He has an early class in the morning, anyway...
The bench beside Yoongi dips and Yoongi looks around in surprise. Jimin offers Yoongi a little smile. "Hey, hyung," he says.
"Hey," Yoongi replies. His eyes keep getting drawn back to Hoseok. It's impossible not to, the crowd parts around him like water to give him the space he needs to dance. He's beautiful to watch, each movement controlled and precise.
"I'm sorry if I upset you," Jimin says in a rush. "The other day, when you came to the studio — I meant to say something sooner, but then I didn't see you—"
Yoongi sighs, waving a hand. "It's okay, Jimin."
"No, it's not," Jimin says earnestly. "I shouldn't have teased you. I'm sorry, I didn't know." He touches his fingertips to the inside of Yoongi's wrist briefly before scrubbing a hand through his hair and tipping his head back to rest on the top of the booth seat. "For what it's worth, Hoseokie hyung really likes you, too." Jimin must catch Yoongi's frown out the corner of his eye, because he continues, "I'm serious. I've lived with hyung for almost two years now, and he's never talked to me or Taehyungie about the people he dated. Or not-dated. Not even once." He tilts his head to the side and touches Yoongi's wrist again. His fingertips are warm. "Taehyung wasn't exaggerating when he said Hoseokie hyung talks about you a lot. That means something, don't you think?"
Swallowing, Yoongi looks back out to the dance floor. In the flashing club lights, Yoongi can see Namjoon with his arms slung around Hoseok's neck as Hoseok leads him through a stumbling waltz, laughter brightening his face. "It might," he concedes, very quiet, and stares down at his lap. He fidgets. "...I should go."
Jimin's nails tickle on Yoongi's skin. "At least dance with him once before you leave, hyung," he suggests and slides out of the booth again. "It'd make him really happy." Without looking back, Jimin makes his way out onto the floor and into Seokjin's waiting arms. Yoongi stays in the booth for another song, gathering up his courage before he follows.
Hoseok sees his approach and he lights up even more. His hands curl around Yoongi's hips to pull him nearer. It's not a slow song, but Hoseok keeps their bodies close. "Are you having fun?" Hoseok asks. His breath is warm against the side of Yoongi's neck.
Yoongi shakes his head, staring down at his feet and stumbling through the steps Hoseok leads him through. "This isn't really my thing," he replies, gesturing around at the club vaguely. "I don't know anyone."
"I can introduce you, if you want," Hoseok begins, but he falters when he leans back enough to see Yoongi's face. Whatever he sees there has him hooking his chin over the crook of Yoongi's shoulder. "You're gonna leave, aren't you." It's not a question, and Yoongi can hear the disappointment in his voice. He really shouldn't stay. Hoseok's hands slide up Yoongi's back to his shoulders, pulling Yoongi in even closer. "I could come with you?" he offers.
Closing his eyes, Yoongi turns his head to bury his face in Hoseok's hair. He smells like sweat and sticky, sugary cocktails, but underneath all that Yoongi catches a hint of that same spicy sweetness from before. His heart feels like it's about to burst out of his chest and burrow into Hoseok's, instead. "It's your birthday," he breathes into Hoseok's ear, tightening his arms around Hoseok's waist. "You're supposed to have fun on your birthday."
"I'd have more fun with you," Hoseok says stubbornly, and there are so many different layers of meaning to sort through that it makes Yoongi's head spin. They're barely even swaying anymore, standing in the middle of a dance floor with their arms wrapped around each other.
Yoongi bites his lip. The offer is tempting, but he shakes his head. He likes Hoseok, he doesn't just want some drunken fumble in the dark. "You're drunk," he says, "and I have an algebra class in the morning." He huffs a humourless laugh. "I still don't know what the fuck I'm even doing."
Hoseok presses his mouth to the side of Yoongi's throat. "D'you want to find out together?" he whispers. Yoongi freezes. "I'm not that drunk anymore, but we don't have to do anything if you don't want to. I just—" Hoseok's next inhale is shaky. "I just want to be with you. More than anyone else here." Yoongi slides his hand up Hoseok's back and neck to comb through Hoseok's hair, the silky strands slipping between his fingers. "I want to be with you," Hoseok repeats, his fingertips digging into Yoongi's shoulders, his lips brushing Yoongi's skin. "That's what I want. What do you want?"
"I want that, too," slips from Yoongi's mouth before he can bite it back. Hoseok straightens and looks Yoongi in the eye. Whatever he sees, this time, has a smile spreading across his face, as brilliant as it is devastating. Yoongi slips his hand into Hoseok's when he offers it, and twines their fingers together. "Come home with me," he says.
It takes some time for Hoseok to offer his thanks and say goodbye to everyone who came to the club to celebrate. By the time he's finished, half an hour has gone past and most everyone else is leaving at the same time. Yoongi doesn't mind. He waits by the doors, killing time by checking on the train schedule, flicking through his social media, and then playing games on his phone.
When Hoseok approaches him, Yoongi reaches out to take Hoseok's hand. They stand together on an almost vacant train car, Hoseok gripping the railing overhead with his head tilted to rest against Yoongi's temple, their hands laced together in Yoongi's coat pocket. The walk from the station to Yoongi's apartment is cold but short, and Hoseok rubs his hands together for warmth once they get inside the building.
Yoongi expects it to be awkward, as they stand just inside the door of his apartment, shedding layers and kicking off their shoes. Hoseok leans forward to cup Yoongi's jaw with the palm of his cold hand and kisses him, gentle and sweet and slow. His hand slides down Yoongi's neck, his shoulder and his arm to curl his fingers between Yoongi's.
"Come on," Yoongi murmurs, with one last kiss. "I have to get up in six hours." He shows Hoseok where his bedroom is, and lets Hoseok wash up in the bathroom first. Once Yoongi's finished cleaning his teeth, Hoseok is already curled up on the bed. He looks good there, a piece to the puzzle he hadn't even known he'd been missing.
They stay up for another hour and a half at least, and perhaps it's because of the alcohol, but Yoongi's never had such an easy time talking to someone before. He keeps waiting for the awkwardness to set in. Instead, he falls fast asleep with Hoseok snuggled up against his side and a smile on his face.
Yoongi wakes up to his alarm a few hours later with Hoseok's head pillowed on his chest. For a few minutes he weighs the pros and cons of skipping class just to stay with Hoseok a little longer. He has a unit test he can't afford to miss though, so he gets up with a groaning yawn. Behind him on the bed, Hoseok stirs, but doesn't wake. Yoongi heads off to the bathroom to piss and take a shower, before dressing and making himself coffee. By the time he's gathering up his things from inside his room, Hoseok's just beginning to wake.
"Morning," Yoongi says, grinning as Hoseok groans and buries his face into Yoongi's pillow. "It's half-past seven and I have to go to class. You can stay here as long as you want to sleep off your hangover, the door will lock automatically behind you. Feel free to use the shower and dig around in the fridge. I don't know what's in there that's edible, but there's always cereal if you're desperate. There's a Keurig too, so you can use any of those pods — just not the hot chocolate, those are Seokjin hyung's and he will murder you." Hoseok peers at Yoongi from behind his fringe and nods sleepily.
Yoongi pauses in the doorway before turning back and resting a knee and a hand on the bed. He leans over to brush his fingers over Hoseok's messy mop of hair. "I wish I could stay," he whispers. Hoseok works a hand free from beneath the tangle of blankets to curl his fingers around Yoongi's wrist. "There's ibuprofen in the bathroom cabinet if you need some," Yoongi continues.
"What time will you be back?" Hoseok's voice is a rough croak.
"Late," Yoongi replies. "I have two classes today and then I have to close at the cafe tonight. I probably won't get back until after midnight."
"Oh," Hoseok murmurs, letting go of Yoongi's wrist and hiding his hand back under the covers.
Yoongi kisses the top of Hoseok's head. "I'll see you around, Hoseok-ah. Feel better." Hoseok sighs out a thank you, and his eyes fall shut once more. Yoongi hovers there for a few precious seconds, watching the gentle rise and fall of Hoseok's chest as he breathes, before pushing off the bed and leaving before he changes his mind and bombs an entire algebra unit. Fuck that.
Sprawled across his bed with an old choreography video playing on his laptop screen, Hoseok picks up his phone from beside him. It's just after midnight, and Yoongi's probably still at the cafe. He chews on his lip for a moment before opening up his chat app and sending a message. 'hey, seokjin hyung...'
Hoseok drops his phone down onto the bed, only to scoop it back up again when Seokjin's reply comes only moments later. 'what do you want?'
Smiling, Hoseok types back, 'what? a guy can't say hello to his favourite hyung?'
Seokjin's response is very quick. 'hello, hoseok-ah.' A few moments later, Seokjin's second message buzzes against Hoseok's palm, more insistent. 'what do you want?'
'fine,' Hoseok taps the screen with more force than strictly necessary. 'do you know if yoongi hyung is seeing anyone right now?'
This takes Seokjin almost a minute to answer. 'he isn't. anything else?'
Sucking in a breath, Hoseok hesitates before tapping out, 'do you know if he has a crush on anyone, then?'
Again, Seokjin's reply comes slower. 'he says no, but i'm pretty sure he's lying.'
'oh, he's home already?' Hoseok sends. He gives that a few moments before adding, 'does he ever talk about me?'
'no, he doesn't,' Seokjin's response is almost immediate. Hoseok drops his phone back onto the bed and rolls over onto his back with a sigh. So much for that. After a few moments, though, Hoseok's phone buzzes with another message. 'he asked if i was talking to you and i said yes,' Seokjin begins. 'was i not supposed to? anyway, he doesn't look displeased right now.'
Hoseok can't help but let a smile spread across his face. 'thanks, hyung.'
'seize the d, dongsaeng,' Seokjin replies. 'day. fuck. i meant day!'
'sure you did, hyung,' Hoseok sends back, snorting. 'i'll do my best.'
Hoseok: ...didn't know i was supposed to
Yoongi: yes. oh my god.
Hoseok: why didn't you ask me out?
Hoseok: you had so many chances
Yoongi: [photo message, a selfie: looking down with a shy smile]
Hoseok: shut the fuck up
Yoongi pushes forward by inch by wobbling inch, one hand outstretched to trail over the waist-high wall surrounding the rink. He knows that this will not keep him from falling (he's already fallen twice), but it makes him feel better anyway. Boy and girl groups blare through the crackling speakers and Yoongi kind of wants to puncture his eardrums with the skate blade. Hoseok skates in the centre of the rink with the more experienced skaters moving faster than Yoongi's comfortable even watching, doing jumps and shit. Little kids give him a wide berth as they skate around him. Yoongi grimaces, sliding along with his left foot and then his right.
By the time Yoongi's moved a quarter of the way around the rink, Hoseok skates over to join him. His cheeks and the tip of his nose are bright pink, but he's beaming as he takes Yoongi's hands and starts to tow him along. Yoongi stares at his feet, tentatively picking up his pace to meet Hoseok's. It's more fun this way, as Yoongi lifts his head to meet Hoseok's shining eyes and bright smile — but Hoseok's hands are freezing. His nose is running and he's probably going to catch a goddamn cold because he's only wearing a hoodie and jeans with a scarf knotted around his neck.
Pulling Hoseok closer, Yoongi wraps him up in the coat. It's big enough to fit them both; he probably could zip it up over Hoseok's back, if he wanted. "Idiot," he snaps. "Why didn't you just ask me for your coat back?"
Bursting out into disbelieving laughter, Hoseok exclaims, "I did! Are you kidding?" His whole body shakes in Yoongi's arms, and Yoongi can't tell if it's from laughing or the cold. "I asked you like twenty times, but you kept ignoring me!"
Yoongi feels his cheeks heat, and he looks away. The little kids are still giving them a wide berth as they skate past. "...I just wanted an excuse for you to keep talking to me," Yoongi mutters. The metal zipper bites into the flesh of his palms as he tightens his grip on the edge of the coat, cold and sharp.
Hoseok's laughter tapers off into fond, quiet amusement and he slides his arms around Yoongi's waist to pull him in even closer. "Well, it worked," he murmurs, "even though I almost died of exposure a couple times—"
He redoubles with laughter as Yoongi lets go of one side of the coat in favour of smacking Hoseok's shoulder. He sticks his cold fingers up underneath Yoongi's sweater, and Yoongi yelps in surprise. Yoongi smacks him again, but loses his balance, and they both go tumbling down.
"Ow, what the fuck," Yoongi grumbles, his left butt cheek throbbing from where he hit the ice. He has to go to work in two hours, and having a bruised ass is going to be really fun to deal with. Hoseok lays spread out on his back less than a foot away, looking up at the ceiling with tears in his eyes from a combination of pain and of laughing too hard. "I'm done," Yoongi says. "Date over, I'm sore and cold."
Hoseok wipes his cheeks with the backs of his hands. "Want me to warm you up, then?" he asks after a moment. "My roommates both have classes until nine." He wiggles his eyebrows.
Yoongi lets a grin stretch across his face. "I thought you'd never ask."
As soon as they reach Hoseok's apartment and get their shoes off, Yoongi shoves Hoseok up against the kitchen counter, his hand tangled in Hoseok's scarf to pull him in close for a kiss. His mouth is still warm and sweet from the hot chocolate he bought at the skating rink, the tip of his nose cold from outside. He starts to tug at Hoseok's clothes. Hoseok laughs with Yoongi's lip caught between his teeth, letting Yoongi untangle the scarf from around his throat and haul his hoodie up over his head. Yoongi shrugs Hoseok's coat off his shoulders, letting it pool around his feet on the floor. Hoseok steps back into Yoongi's space, his hands gripping Yoongi's hips.
His eyes are wider than Hoseok's used to, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. "You still want to do this?" Hoseok asks, concerned. "It's okay, we can just— I don't know, we can just talk or something."
Yoongi shakes his head, hooking his arms around Hoseok's neck to pull him in even closer. "I like you," he whispers, and Hoseok's stomach swoops. His fingers tense around Yoongi's narrow hipbones. Yoongi's gaze flicks from Hoseok's eyes to his mouth and back again.
Hoseok exhales, tipping his head forward to rest against Yoongi's forehead. "I like you, too," he whispers. "Wanna make out some more?" This time, when they kiss, it's Yoongi laughing into Hoseok's mouth. Hoseok slides his hands up underneath Yoongi's sweater with the intention of pulling it off, only to get distracted by the softness of Yoongi's skin. He trails his fingers along the width of Yoongi's back, feeling the muscles shift, each bump of his spine. Yoongi shivers, his hands sliding up to curl around the back of Hoseok's head, and Hoseok tries not to let his heart get too carried away with how rapidly it was beating in his chest.
"Come on," Hoseok whispers against Yoongi's mouth. "My room is just back this way. Rule number a hundred thirty-six of cohabitation: No fucking in the shared living spaces." Yoongi pulls Hoseok's hair, leaning back just enough for their eyes to meet. Hoseok raises his eyebrows, and Yoongi nods, his lips quirking into a smile. He takes a step backward and tows Yoongi along with him, leading the way to the room at the end of the hall.
Just before he can get there, Yoongi pushes him against the wall for another kiss, his thigh sliding between Hoseok's legs like it's a reward for making it so far. Distracted, Hoseok reaches over to twist the doorknob, fumbling several times before he can turn the damn thing far enough to get the door open. Hoseok sighs and Yoongi smirks at him, rubbing his thigh against Hoseok's cock through his jeans once more before backing off. Hoseok's room is tidy despite being on the smaller and cramped side. He still feels nervous anyway, watching Yoongi look around the room. "I like it," Yoongi says, after a few moments, grinning a little as he turns to face Hoseok. "How many of those little bear toys do you have, anyway?"
Hoseok laughs, his arms sliding around Yoongi as he approaches. "Over two hundred," he admits in a hushed tone, feeling almost bashful. Yoongi looks amused. "I've been collecting since I was in middle school. I think they're cute."
"They are cute," Yoongi allows with a nod. He bites his lip, his gaze dropping to his fingers curling under the hem of Hoseok's t-shirt. "You're cuter."
Grinning, Hoseok cups Yoongi's jaw in his palm, leaning in to coax Yoongi's bottom lip from between his teeth. Yoongi's breath is warm on Hoseok's cheek as he sighs, his hands sliding beneath Hoseok's shirt. His nails catch on Hoseok's skin as he pulls the shirt up and Hoseok moans, helplessly, tilting his head to lick deeper into Yoongi's mouth. He rocks back just far enough for Yoongi to pull the shirt over his head, before surging forward for another kiss. Yoongi nips at Hoseok's mouth, trailing cool fingertips down Hoseok's chest. Hoseok shivers, his hands bunching in Yoongi's sweater. "Get this off," he mutters. "I want to see you, I want to touch—"
Yoongi takes a step back towards Hoseok's bed, smirking as his fingers curve under the hem of his sweater. He takes his time pulling it up, revealing inches of pale skin that Hoseok longs to leave marks all over. He hauls it off, letting the navy blue sweater fall to the floor beside the bed and beckons Hoseok closer.
Hoseok steps forward, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's waist and burying his face in the side of his neck. Yoongi tilts his head back with a sigh his fingers curling in Hoseok's hair. He smells as if he just stepped right out of a shower on a hot summer day, refreshing and clean, with something almost sweet mixed with that lingering scent of coffee sunk into his pores from work. It's intoxicating. Hoseok wonders if this is what his coat smells like now. He wouldn't mind it if it did. He falls onto the mattress when Yoongi reverses their positions and pushes him down.
Climbing onto the bed between Hoseok's thighs, Yoongi rolls his body down against Hoseok's as he brings their mouths back together. He keeps one hand braced on the sheets, his other hand cups Hoseok's cheek as they kiss. Hoseok's hands slide down Yoongi's back and into the back pockets of his jeans, grabbing palmfuls of Yoongi's ass to squeeze. Yoongi pushes back against Hoseok's hands with a low, laughing moan, and drags his tongue over Hoseok's parted lips. "Do that again," he whispers, gasping when Hoseok complies. He grinds his hips down, and Hoseok can feel the stiffening line of Yoongi's cock through the thin layer of denim. "Fuck." He sits up enough to fumble at the fastenings of Hoseok's jeans, and then his own.
"Should've thought this through a little more," Hoseok whispers and pulls his hands from Yoongi's pockets, lifting his hips and trying to wiggle out of his jeans with Yoongi still on top of him. Yoongi snorts a laugh and curls his fingers underneath the waistbands of his jeans and shorts and pulls them down, stepping up from the bed to drag both layers of clothing off Hoseok's legs. Hoseok pulls his knees up to tug off his socks as well, staring as Yoongi shucks the remainder of his clothing with little ceremony. His cock is just past half-hard, pink with a bit of precome shining at the tip. Hoseok licks his lips. "Fuck, come here," he whispers, and Yoongi settles back on the bed between Hoseok's thighs, spread for him to fit between.
Hoseok leans up on his elbows to kiss Yoongi again, and Yoongi hums into the kiss, his hands sliding into Hoseok's hair. He finds a slow, tentative rhythm against Hoseok's cock, precome easing the glide with just enough friction to keep them both hard and interested. Hoseok tilts his head so he can lick further into Yoongi's mouth. "Hyung," he breathes, moaning when Yoongi catches his bottom lip between his teeth and tugs once, hard, before letting go. "Yoongi-yah, I want you to touch me—"
Yoongi laughs, leaning back in to kiss Hoseok breathless. "I already am touching you," he murmurs, tightening his grip in Hoseok's hair. "Or is this not what you want?"
"You know it's not," Hoseok mutters, dropping back on the mattress so he can get his arms around Yoongi's waist and flip them both over. Yoongi's fingers clench then loosen from Hoseok's hair, his hands sliding down the sides of Hoseok's throat and down his chest. He traces teasing patterns over Hoseok's stomach muscles. Hoseok's hips roll down against Yoongi's and he lets his face fall into the crook of Yoongi's neck to press kisses to his skin. "Yoongi-yah," he says, as Yoongi's hands bypass their cocks entirely. His touch trails over Hoseok's hips to follow the length of his spine. "you know that's not what I meant, either."
"You'll have to be more specific," Yoongi sighs, tilting his head to the side, his hands splayed over Hoseok's back. In response, Hoseok bites down on the top of Yoongi's shoulder. Yoongi lets out a startled gasp, his hips jerking up against Hoseok's and his fingernails raking down Hoseok's back. "Oh, fuck," he mutters, grabbing Hoseok's ass in his palms and rocking up against him. His cock seems even hotter and thicker than before and feels amazing rubbing alongside Hoseok's. Hoseok lifts up enough to straddle Yoongi's hips and matches his faster pace, grinding down to meet each thrust.
"Either bite me again or kiss me, Hoseok-ah," Yoongi breathes, so Hoseok does both. Yoongi lets out a low, rough sound as Hoseok drags his teeth over Yoongi's collar bone, running the flat of his tongue up the front of Yoongi's throat, to lick along the seam of his lips. Hoseok curls a hand around the nape of Yoongi's neck, fingers curling into Yoongi's smooth hair, muffling needy little noises into his mouth.
Hoseok rolls his hips, gasping when he loses his balance. He falls forward onto his elbow just as Yoongi thrusts up, his cock a hot push between his ass cheeks, the head catching just enough on his rim to catch his attention. "Fuck," Hoseok mutters against the side of Yoongi's face. "Yoongi-yah, fuck." Yoongi's nails dig into Hoseok's ass as he repeats the movement, pumping his hips faster and faster until Hoseok chokes on a moan. "Yoongi-yah, I can't get off like this, I need— I need more—"
"Alright," Yoongi murmurs, turning his head to brush his lips over Hoseok's cheek. He lets go of Hoseok's ass to grab his hips, pushing him back just far enough that he can stretch his hand to fit around their cocks. Hoseok sighs in relief, his eyes falling shut. "You like this, huh?" Yoongi whispers, slinging his free arm around Hoseok's neck and pulling him in close. "You like my hand on your pretty cock, huh? Look at me."
His eyes pop open, hearing the smug grin in Yoongi's voice before he even sees it. His eyes sparkle in the dim bedroom light, bright and teasing and everything Hoseok wants. "Fuck, Yoongi-yah—" Hoseok plants his elbows on the mattress for leverage and fucks into the tight, sticky-damp heat of Yoongi's fist. "Yeah, I fucking like it," he grumbles. "Your cock's prettier."
Yoongi starts to laugh, but it tapers off into a shaky moan when Hoseok buries his teeth in the taut muscle of his shoulder. The drag of their cocks rubbing together makes it hard for Hoseok to think straight, and he alternates kisses and little nips of his teeth on Yoongi's chest and his shoulder. Yoongi even whimpers a little, his hips rocking up against Hoseok's, leaving wet smears over Hoseok's stomach. His movements become erratic, graceless and stuttered, until he comes with a sharp intake of breath, his body stiffening as his back arches up off the bed, his lips curled into a half a smile. Feeling the first hot spurt between their bodies, Hoseok's never been so glad in his life to come in second.
"Come on," Yoongi whispers, tightening his grip on Hoseok's cock. "Come on, Hoseok-ah." Hoseok pistons his hips forward, leaning forward to kiss Yoongi and fuck his fist. Finally, with two final, sweet thrusts, he stills with a loud moan muffled into Yoongi's mouth. He shudders, a shiver that rustles all the way down his spine, and lingers over Yoongi. He brushes their mouths together as his breaths even out, and he can hear Yoongi swallow. Hoseok kisses Yoongi once more, before lolling against Yoongi's chest as he relaxes, boneless and sated.
"Yeah," Yoongi begins, combing his clean fingers through Hoseok's hair even as he rubs his come-dirtied hand off on Hoseok's back. Hoseok squirms. "I'm glad you're good in bed. You're so cute, you know, I was worried."
"You were expecting me to suck?" Hoseok demands, sitting up in Yoongi's lap so he can see his face. Yoongi's still grinning, the edges softened with fondness. "What would you have done if I was bad in bed?" he asks, curious.
Yoongi shrugs. "I'd put up with the mediocre sex, I guess," he replies, reaching up to push Hoseok's sweaty fringe out of his eyes. "I did mean it when I said I liked you, and that you're cute. You're kind of stuck with me, now." His thumb strokes over Hoseok's cheekbone.
"Asshole," Hoseok laughs, and keeps laughing even as Yoongi sits up to kiss him, sweet and slow. Hoseok sighs into it, slinging his arms around Yoongi's neck.
"What time is it?" Yoongi mutters between kisses. "I have to work the closing shift at the cafe. Get off of me," he says, but when Hoseok starts to slide off his lap, Yoongi hauls him back in close for another kiss, his nails digging into Hoseok's skin. He sucks on Hoseok's bottom lip, worrying the flesh between his teeth before kissing Hoseok again. So many kisses Hoseok loses count, loses sense of anything but the heat of Yoongi's breath skating over his cheek and the wet, slick sounds of their mouths as they move and shift. The come on his skin has dried into in itchy, uncomfortable mess, and Hoseok doesn't even care. "I have to go," Yoongi murmurs again.
"I know you do," Hoseok replies, combing his fingers through Yoongi's hair, nipping at Yoongi's lip and soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue. "But you'll see me later. Won't you? So we can do this again."
Yoongi leans back, licking his lips. "Yeah?" he asks, looking up into Hoseok's eyes. Hoseok nods and a slow grin spreads across Yoongi's face, bright and happy. "Yeah, alright," he says, and as he shrugs his shoulders Hoseok catches sight of the alarm clock resting on his bedside table. "I'll kick Seokjin hyung out of the apartment for once, see how he likes it—"
Hoseok smiles sweetly, leaning back in to kiss him just one final time. "It's half-past five," he whispers and slips both off Yoongi's lap and the bed. "What time do you have to be at work?" He holds out his hand and Yoongi takes it, scooting off the mattress and getting to his feet. "You can use the shower if you have time."
"I have to be there at six," Yoongi says, pecking Hoseok's cheek. "I'll make it in time if I run." Hoseok shows him where the bathroom is and how to turn the shower on. he scrubs himself clean at the sink and stumbles into his bedroom to pull on a pair of clean shorts from the dresser. He digs through the fridge for something to eat and returns to his room with a carton of leftover takeout. Not ten minutes later, Yoongi's finished in the shower, pulling on his bottom layers. Hoseok sets his leftovers aside on his bedside table and watches Yoongi disregard his own sweater in favour of one of Hoseok's t-shirts and a plaid button-up from the closet.
"I'll text you when I finish my shift," Yoongi says, pulling on the t-shirt and tucking the hem of it into his jeans. It looks better on him than it ever did on Hoseok. "Shouldn't be too long past midnight." Hoseok just stares at him as he shrugs into the button up, and leaves the room.
Yoongi returns a few moments later to kiss Hoseok and push him back down in the bed. He slides between Hoseok's spread thighs and rolls his hips against Hoseok's ass. Hoseok moans, embarrassingly loud, tilting his head back as Yoongi sucks bruises down the side of his throat, his collarbone, and onto his chest. Hoseok curls his arms around Yoongi's shoulders as Yoongi kisses his way back up Hoseok's neck to his mouth.
"See you soon," Yoongi whispers, and kisses Hoseok one more time.
"Right," Hoseok sighs, and bites Yoongi's bottom lip.
Yoongi flicks on the light in his bedroom as they cross the threshold, but Hoseok seems far more interested in touching Yoongi and getting naked. His jeans still hang open from when Yoongi got his hand inside them just inside the door of the apartment. Hoseok tugs his shirt up over his head, mussing his hair, before swooping back in to bring their mouths back together. Yoongi curls his hand around the side of Hoseok's neck and Hoseok shivers under Yoongi's touch, pressing in even closer, his teeth grazing the tip of Yoongi's tongue.
Hoseok bites Yoongi's lip once more before letting him go, backing up. He pushes his jeans and boxers down and steps out of both, casting a cursory glance around Yoongi's room, wearing nothing but the marks Yoongi left on his throat and chest hours before. After a moment, he nods with a pleased little humming sound. "This is really nice, hyung," he says, quite unselfconscious standing naked in the middle of the room.
Rolling his eyes, Yoongi pulls his phone, wallet, and keys from his pockets and drops them on his desk beside the door. He watches as Hoseok makes his way over to Yoongi's dresser, where his collection of little Kumamon dolls and glasses frames sit on display. Hoseok picks out a pair of frames and slips them on, spinning on his heel and posing with a dramatic flourish. "What do you think?" he asks.
The black and gold round frames suit Hoseok's face shape better than they ever did for Yoongi, and Yoongi kind of stares for a moment. "Those look so much better on you," he mutters. "Do you want them? You can keep them. I'm keeping your coat."
"Sure, hyung," Hoseok agrees, an expected grin spreading across his face. His eyes are goddamn twinkling, what the fuck. "In a few weeks, it's going to be too warm to wear that coat anyway." Yoongi frowns. "But hey," Hoseok continues, stepping closer. "How does that saying go? What's mine is yours, or whatever. Your closet looks a bit bigger than mine." He reaches out to pluck the snapback off Yoongi, using one hand to push his hair back off his forehead before settling it down backwards on his head. "Come here," he murmurs, reaching out to push the plaid button-up off Yoongi's shoulders. He backs up to sit down on the edge of Yoongi's mattress, smiling sweet and serene as Yoongi approaches and tilts his chin up for a kiss. "What do you think of this hat on me?" Hoseok asks.
"You can keep that too," Yoongi replies hoarsely, sitting down next to Hoseok. Hoseok he slides his fingers underneath the t-shirt Yoongi stole to skim his hands along the warm skin of his sides and traces his thumbs over the waistband of Yoongi's jeans. Yoongi pulls the shirt up over his head as he leans over to catch Hoseok's mouth, a promise on his lips.