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“There, all set. How are you feeling, Hoseok-ssi?” Yuna, Hoseok’s hair and makeup stylist, politely asks after slightly spiking and parting his front hair, showing off the center of his forehead. It’s the final day of his solo tour, and the gates to the stadium have opened and people are starting to pile in. Groups of large quantities waiting in lines for food and merch as they make their way to their seats. He can hear the chattering of ARMY echoing down the halls, and it settles him.
“Feeling good Noona, just feeling like something is missing is all..” Hoseok murmurs softly with a pout, eyes darting to his phone that is currently on the table in front of them, facing down. “I just wish he could've made it.” Hoseok says as he leans his head on his hand.
Yuna pouts slightly at the response as if she feels his disappointment. “You mean Jicheol-Nim?”
And Hoseok just nods.
Gong Jicheol, or more widely known as Gong Yoo, and Jung Hoseok have been dating for a little over 3 years this year. The start of their relationship beginning a few weeks after Hoseok invited the older to his listening party, celebrating the release of his first solo studio album.
The hardest part of it so far was when Hoseok sat by the older on the couch of his apartment, head shaved neatly to the scalp with the help of his bandmate, Jimin. The younger declined to have his mandatory military service excused, so now he’s making final preparations before he's escorted to his assigned base.
Hoseok was worried that this would break their relationship but Jicheol was there to reassure him that they can work it out, promising he would Message and call when Hoseok had his phone time. And he kept that promise, sending photos and videos of him and of their cats (Jicheol has officially made Hoseok their other cat dad) while Hoseok would send his cheesy emojis back, saving every single one in a folder on his phone. His chest warming every time.
His words comforted the Idol, and he felt assured that they could get through this.
And they did. When Hoseok got out, Jicheol was secretly there to surprise him in the car that he was assigned to after he gave his speech, a bouquet of flowers in the actor’s hand as he sat inside
. That was a little difficult to maneuver around when the band’s oldest member, Seokjin, handed Hoseok a massive bouquet. Thankfully Seokjin took it back with him while Hoseok jumped in surprise when he saw his boyfriend.
Over time things got easier and their bond got stronger. Even as idols, and with their hectic schedules, they made it work so well. Age gap and all be damned.
But, unfortunately every celebrity in a relationship always has this one struggle.
The Media.
Both of them love their fans, but even that isn't enough when both physical and digital eyes are always on you. Especially when trying to not make it public and even more so when they are both men in a less accepting country to relationships of the same sex. So them being seen together in public, even if just being side by side, was risky.
In this case though, Jicheol had a schedule at the studio he was currently assigned to for an upcoming action drama and unfortunately couldn't get out of it, much to both of their disappointment.
“I just wish this could’ve been a milestone for us, you know? Neither of us has seen eachother fully immersed in our career and this could’ve been it.” Hoseok looks up at her in the mirror. She’s currently adding just a bit of hairspray so it stays in place.
Yuna looks back at him softly as he sees how bummed out the idol is.
“I’m sure he wishes he could be here too. That thought in itself surely must be in his mind too. But to be honest with you, it's obvious that man is head over heels for you so I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s thought of everything that involves you already.” She chuckles, giving him a soft and warm smile while she gets a whine from a now red Hoseok, hiding his face in the hand he was earlier leaning on.
“Noona~”
“Oh you know i’m right!”
And she is, Gong Jicheol is positively, and whole heartedly, gone for Jung Hoseok. But Hoseok was surprisingly the first to confess while they were both in the living room of Jicheol’s apartment, surrounded by cats. And let's just say, Hoseok didn't go back to his apartment that night.
“I know, I know, I just had a whole plan set up for this. Guess I need to save it for another time, is all.”
Yuna raises her eyebrow and looks at him through the reflection of the mirror, intrigue and mischief written in her tone as she starts to put away the makeup and hair products.
“Oh really now?”
Even though the two are very cautious of their presence when together publically, it doesn't mean that they get away with it every time. Really, you could ask Jimin or even Yuna herself, both of whom have caught them both during either one of their “encounters” or their “one-on-one times”.
Safe to say, even though the pair trusts them wholeheartedly to keep it under wraps, both sides are both too embarrassed to ever really speak of said events. Even though the two victims of such events were ecstatic that Hoseok finally got some action.
“Ah, I'm not telling,” Hoseok laughs, “I will say though, a part of it was going to happen on stage mid performance.”
Yuna rolls her eyes. “Aish you punk, always leaving me on read when it comes to the best parts” She lightly smacks him on the back of the head, earning a small gasp and laugh from the idol. Just as Hoseok was going to push back on it he is interrupted by the sound and vibration of his phone, causing the both of them to look its way.
Hoseok reaches for the device and looks at the caller ID that lights up the screen and he smiles softly.
Jicheol Hyung❤️🐱 is calling…
Yuna catches a look at the screen as well and smiles. “I’ll leave you two alone, good luck out there Joker.” She pats his shoulder and turns around to walk outside of the dressing room.
Hoseok laughs at that, not looking away from the screen.
Joker. She gave him that nickname because sometimes his laugh sounds like that of the popular villain and she never stopped it since. Even if she continues to claim she only says it because he’s like the joker in cards. A real trickster both on and off the stage. Hoseok can't disagree with her on that.
He swipes his thumb over the call button and puts the phone to his ear, a smile already appearing on his lips.
“Hyung~” Hoseok speaks cutely. He always speaks like this when it comes to his boyfriend, he can't help it.
“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Jicheol’s voice echoes through the speaker. Deep and yet so soft. Hoseok melts in his seat to the sound of it.
“I’m feeling good, Yuna-Noona just finished getting me ready and are now just waiting for the call up” Hoseok pouts after a moment, “I wish you were here though.” He hears a small hum on the other side.
“Well about that…” Jicheol starts, a tinge of excitement hinted in his voice. This causes Hosoek to perk up in his seat.
“I called the studio earlier, telling them I won’t be coming in. Quote-on-Quote “family emergency” Jicheol laughs, Hoseok just knows he’s doing the air quotes. The sound of his laugh makes him smile, but the words make him gasp, nearly jumping out from his seat.
“Wait, you what?!” Hoseok quickly responds,eyes wide and shock written all over his voice. “I thought you said it wasn't something you could get out of no matter what you did!”
“Well it's not like I was lying, you are my family!” he could hear Jicheol laughing as he speaks, “And besides, they can kiss my ass if they try to do anything about it. There are plenty of other days to get a show done, but this show is a one-time event. And I wouldn't miss that for the world.”
He remembers when the opening day of his tour collided with Jicheol’s schedule and resulted in him only being able to watch from the live stream. Happy that he was still able to see him perform, but he can’t deny it made him feel a bit downhearted that he couldn't be there in person.
Hoseok just sits there in shock. Not only from the fact that Jicheol just called him his family. That in itself causes him to malfunction. But he’s also coming to the show.
“Wait, so then that means..” He starts but is caught off by a low chuckle.
“Good luck out there Honey, I'll be watching from the crowd.” Jicheol teases, and later hangs up.
Hoseok just sits there in his seat as he hears the low beeping of the call ending, a blush turning his face and skin red, his heart pounding frantically. He pulls his phone away from his ear to look at the screen. The call screen has disappeared and transitioned to his lockscreen;
It's a picture of Jicheol sleeping on the couch of the older's apartment, hood covering his head with their cats surrounding him while he slept; one on his chest under his chin, one hand resting on the feline's fluffy white coat and the other by his head, both curled up comfortably.
Hoseok smiles widely, his lips turning into the signature heart at the memory shown on his screen. He’s actually coming, he thinks while he practically squeals in his seat at the thought.
A few seconds later he hears a knock on the door behind him, then a voice breaking through the wood telling him he’s on soon. Hoseok gets up from his chair, pocketing his phone as he grabs the jacket hanging on the back of said chair; a red two-shaded zip-up jacket, and a pair of shades from the table. He swings the jacket over his shoulders and adjusts the glasses on the bridge of his nose as he looks himself in the mirror one last time, giving his reflection a mischievous smile as he turns around to leave the room, making his way to the lifting platform of the stage.
Looks like the plan is back in action.
20 minutes earlier…
“We are almost at the arena Sir. Are you sure you don’t want any protection when you get out?”
Jicheol just nods as he is currently looking at his phone screen, smiling softly at the photo he has as his lock screen;
It was a selfie he took of him and Hoseok cuddling in Jicheol’s bed the first time Hoseok stayed the night that didn't result from sex beforehand. Jicheol was shirtless, a hand resting in Hoseok’s hair while the younger was wearing one of his old hoodies. The hood was slightly covering his face as he was laying his cheek on the older’s chest, lips slightly parted and a sweater paw by his face as he slept peacefully. It makes his heart flutter every time he sees it.
How can one look so soft?
The older man breaks from his reminisce as he looks up from his phone to look at the pair of eyes looking at him from the rear view mirror.
“Yes, I am sure. Everyone’s focus will be on the performance, not on who attends. Besides, the media thinks I'm at the studio acting my ass off right now.”
The driver nods as he returns his gaze back to the road. “Very well sir.”
~
The ride to the stadium was a bit hectic to maneuver around as the older male looked out the tinted window. People from all over that are attending this event covers the entire venue; groups of various sizes cover the streets,either dancing to music and taking pictures or handing out little custom trinkets made just for this event. Merch and food stands surrounded by volunteers and staff, tending to those waiting in lines hastefully. Jicheol smiles warmly as he knows the reason for such a rowdy display, the main attraction currently in that arena, getting ready for the last night of his solo tour.
Jicheol turns on his phone again, tapping on his contacts and scrolling till he finds the contact he was looking for.
Hoseokie💚🐿️
Jicheol chuckles at the choice of emojis. Hoseok stole his phone when he wasn’t looking one day and changed his own contact info to what it is now. Looks like he finally admitted to his resemblance to a squirrel, as if his entire demeanor wasn't evident enough. He taps the phone icon and puts it up to his ear, the ringing tone vibrating on the shell.
2 rings later he hears a “Hyung~” on the other side. He immediately breaks out into a smile. So cute.
“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Jicheol responds as he rests his head against the headrest of his seat, hearing a quiet hum from his boyfriend.
“I’m feeling good, Yuna-Noona just finished getting me ready and now just waiting for the call up” The actor can hear the pout in his voice as it continues. “I wish you were here though.”
He can’t keep up the act anymore when he hears the pout. He’s too weak for it and Hoseok knows it too. The excitement that is bubbling up in his chest is close to bursting as he hums.
“Well about that…” Jicheol starts, excitement already starting to slip its way out.
“I called the studio earlier, telling them I won’t be coming in. Quote-on-Quote “family emergency” he air quotes with his free hand, laughing to himself as he hears the sound of a gasp as well as the sound of a chair moving across the ground.
“Wait, you what?! I thought you said it wasn't something you could get out of no matter what you did!” Hoseok responds back in utter shock. It makes Jicheol laugh at his boyfriend’s expressive reaction. Yup, that's his Hoseokie.
“Well it's not like I was lying, you are my family! Jicheols heart warms at the words he chose, every bit of it true. “And besides, they can kiss my ass if they try to do anything about it. There are plenty of other days to get a show done, but this show is a one-time event.”
He lowers his voice to a gentle murmur “And I wouldn't miss that for the world.” He already couldn't make it to his opening day, feeling the guilt creep up on him again at the thought.
There was no way in hell he was going to let anything make him miss it again.
The call is silent for just a moment. Just long enough for Jicheol to think he might have actually broken his boyfriend with his smooth ending. Little did he know though, Hoseok was malfunctioning and on the verge of a reset on the other end.
Hoseok’s voice breaks the silence. “Wait, so then that means..”
Jicheol cuts him off with a low chuckle, not letting the brown haired idol try to piece the rest together before he fills the gaps with his low voice. “Good luck out there Honey, I'll be watching from the crowd.”
He hangs up the call and sets his phone in his lap with an evil grin. Maybe toying with his boyfriend before a show wasn't the best idea, but he couldn't help but be a little bit of a flirt with him. He considers it a payback for all the times the younger has done it to him shamelessly. The idol was a little too good at it, under all that happiness and joy laid an absolute menace. He wouldn't have it any other way.
Jicheol snaps out of his thoughts as he feels the vehicle turn, his driver positioning the vehicle to park on the side of the road in front of the stadium, turning on the hazard lights indicating other vehicles that they are not moving and to go around them. Jicheol thanks him as he puts on a face mask, opening the passenger door and stepping outside. He looks around at the people walking, dressed up in either tour merch or inspirations from one of Hoseok’s many outfits. It makes him feel a bit underdressed in his black on black; A blank black short sleeve shirt and black jeans. The sound of one of the playbacks can be heard overhead, echoing from inside the arena all the way outside. Showtime must be happening soon, and Jicheol can't wait.
~
The arena is massive. Basically every single section is full to its brim, circular lights of different colors stick out from the rest as they move around; either from people moving around or being waved in anticipation for what's to come. The elder smiles widely when he sees this, because Hoseok did all of this. He got shows to sell out all by himself, breaking records and headlining articles everywhere he went these last 3 months. He he couldn’t be more proud of him than he is now. He deserves all of this and more.
Jicheol is currently sectioned higher up, in one of the special booths reserved for idols and family of whoever is currently holding the stage. Hoseok asked for him to be put on the list, given a special badge for it as proof of his belonging. He currently is placed where the members and their parents were the day before, celebrating the band’s debut anniversary. He would’ve gone yesterday, but he didn't want to risk suspicion as to why he was up there with them, in fear of the media going haywire.
As he goes to sit down in one of the seats, taking off his face mask in the process now that he is out of the public's total view, he feels a vibration from his pocket indicating he got a text. He takes his phone out of his pocket and turns it on, a message from Hoseok appears on the screen. He taps the notification and the messaging app opens revealing the sent message.
Hoseok sent him an angled selfie of him in his first outfit of the performance, pouting slightly as his eyes show from his shades, dipping a bit on his nose with a text at the bottom;
“Last performance, kinda nervous!🫣”
Jicheol huffs a laugh at the message as he gets up to turn around, back facing the stage. He turns on the camera and raises his phone up so he can get himself and the stage in frame, taking a photo with a peace sign and sending it out.
Jicheol Hyung❤️🐱
“Don’t be, I’m right here watching you from the crowd, just like I said”
Few minutes later he gets a response back
Hoseok-ah💚🐿️
“Oh wowww you're already here! I’m really glad you're here Hyung, this really means alot. Get ready because you are about to see the best performance of your life!!🔥🔥🔥”
Hoseok looks down at his phone as he types out the message and sends it out as the stylists are doing final little touches. He smiles wider when he goes back to the photo Jicheol sent as he saves it to his folder. A little bit later the stylists around him finish what they are doing as the sound of the stage crew announce they are all set and he can now step on the lifting platform. He pockets his phone and steps on the platform when the lights start to dim, loud cheering being heard easily from his place under the stage.
Jicheol sees it from the crowd as well, lightsicks shaking and loud cheering starts when the lights go down and the stage starts to move, barely being seen as smoke starts to cover its surface, indicating the show is about to start.
Let the show begin.
~
The crowd roars as the lifted platforms start to light up in the front, blinking to the sound of an eerie piano key.
The crowd starts to chant the idol's name as some parts of the stage start to ascend higher and descend lower, the sound of the piano transitioning into a slower and creepier melody, like the sound of a Jack in The Box toy. Heavy breathing mixing in with the eerily lullaby. When the song ends, everything cuts to black. And the sound of a different piano key starts to play, a lot more upbeat than the previous, while a figure starts to appear from the center, mic stand in hand, looking down as he is lifted up. The idol raises his head when the lift stops and the crowd starts to cheer as Hoseok begins his set. Jicheol just watches him with fondness as he recognizes these songs.
He remembers back when they were just neighbors and fellow acquaintances till the younger man stopped him by his door, inviting him to his listening party he was hosting at his company building to celebrate the release of his first solo studio album. The younger shyly gave him an invitation from his pocket, ears red at the tips as he handed it to the elder, their hands lightly brushing as he accepted it in his hand. That was the day the spark between them started to grow from that moment on.
~
The first set of the concert was intense. Raw. Bursts of fire surrounded the stage from the equipment as Hoseok started to pour his everything into the mic as he started to get into it. Jumping and crouching along the edge of his platform, looking at ARMY in the front row and around him with an intense look as he performs song after song, explaining their meanings in his movement and in his voice. Even presenting a lighter from his pocket and bringing it up till it's in front of his face as he flicks it open, a flame flickering on as Arson starts to play. The background dancers give it everything they have as they jump around the uneven stage in synchronized movement, matching with the intensity and rhythm of the Idol’s voice and the band’s instruments.
And god, Jicheol is blown away. Seeing this side of Hoseok is always so nerve-wracking. His normally bright and soft features of his face changing to something more serious. His soft, gentle eyes and demeanor were replaced with full fiery passion. His body controlled the stage like it’s one of his own limbs. It’s no wonder he’s called “The Ace of Kpop”. And an ace in stealing his heart.
Everything starts to calm down a bit when the stage lowers completely and becomes free to move around without hazard as the last song fades out. Hoseok begins to talk to ARMY, speaking in his normal tone as he asks the crowd if they are having a good night. The loud response comes back in the form and screaming and cheers, lightsicks waving high in the air. And it was loud. So loud that he had to move his hands up and down in a lowering gesture. And the crowd silences immediately. Such commanding power. After his speech he starts to hint at what is going to be happening next while the live band starts up its rhythm as everything starts back up.
Once the final song of the set starts to reach its end, Hoseok starts to make his way off the stage, following the hooded dancers down the lifted platforms. The camera displays him on the big screens as he steps down with a power walk, kissing his first two fingers and pressing them to the lens as he moves out of frame. As the live band finishes their instrumentals, the lights cut back out, leaving the stadium in black once again.
~
Hoseok starts to take off his jacket and sunglasses as he descends down the steps as he hears the mini movie start to play for the crowd, making the transition from off stage back to on stage smoother. Makeup artists and stylists start to surround him, the camera crew making their way to get him in frame. His best guess is they are getting footage for the documentary. The stylists start helping him get out of his current outfit, unclamping the jewelry around his neck and taking the discarded pieces as he begins to make his way to the changing station to change out for the next set. The items are handed to him quickly as he changes; A denim jacket with a white undershirt with a thick, gold necklace shaped in a variety of different pieces over a pair of baggy denim pants, fit with a belt displaying a random buckle on the front. A handkerchief is later tied around his head, a part of his hair sneaking out a bit from the gap between the knot and the top. Once he gives himself a look over in the mirror he opens the curtain to get makeup and hair touched up. He takes out his phone quickly and opens his messenger app, tapping his boyfriend’s contact. He lifts his phone up and takes a quick look-away selfie, attaching a quick text to it.
Hoseok-ah💚🐿️
Enjoying the show?👀
Quickly he gets a response back.
Jicheol Hyung❤️🐱
So much, that was incredible. Definitely Intense though. I can see why your fans call you “Jay”
Hoseok just rolls his eyes at the nickname, a mischievous smirk tips at his lips as he sends one final message before the crew announces that the stage is ready for him to walk back out. He pockets his phone as he starts to make his way to the door dividing the back stage and the main as he hears the mini-movie fade out.
Hoseok-ah💚🐿️
Oh you have seen nothing yet ;)
~
Jicheol quirks his eyebrow at that last text. He knows the younger male well enough to know that once Hoseok has his mind set on something, he does it without hesitation. But whether the older should be nervous about that right now or not, he can't decide. But apparently he will find out soon enough if that text is anything to go by.
The lights of the stadium flash back on softly as they slowly start to cover the stage in yellow and whites, the big screens displaying Hoseok once again as he starts to walk out and wow, the shift in the atmosphere from once intense and full of red, now has a soft, more laid back vibe. In his hand he holds a suitcase, names of the cities he performed in over the course of the tour painted on the back. He opens it, revealing a built-in boombox. The music that was once strong and full of emotion, is now that of a soft ballad as he presses the play button, the melody lulls you in like you're being wrapped in a warm heated blanket. Jicheol can feel himself closing his eyes as the clear sound of whistling starts to play from the speakers, butterflies flying on the big screens as his boyfriend lifts his mic to his lips, starting the beginning of the song. His voice is low but holds no force nor aggression as it was earlier. Instead, it holds a steady pitch, like the sound of cuddling in bed with your other half by your side. It’s comforting. A nice change of pace from the earlier set.
Over the course of this section, Hoseok makes sure he is hyping up with his dance crew (Who he apparently hand picked one by one. As if the older wasn’t already blown away by the younger man's long list of skills), giving them all a burst of energy as they all start moving in their own style while also following the theme and vibe of what is playing. Hoseok’s body moves like water, acting like there's not a single bone in his body. He looks so happy on stage, dancing to the music as if he’s in his own world. Jicheol’s heart warms as he watches the brown haired man on stage in his element. It’s like a super power that he gained from years of experience in the dancing world, a real “Second King of Dance”. Hoseok’s smile shows brightly on the screens as he makes the motion of pointing up at the same time as confetti and streamers shoot out from the floor canons. The paper stretching far and wide as they descend onto the floor and lower levels, covering parts of them in white as the crew slowly starts to make their way off, Hoseok following close behind after ending his own solo bit, the lights dimming out once again.
Safe to say, this set was Jicheol’s favorite so far. It was comforting. It made him feel like he does when he's with Hoseok, like everything is okay. Like a blanket of comfort and feel good moments. The range of Jung Hoseok is truly immeasurable.
~
The sound of compliments and high fives could be seen and heard from the dance crew as they make their way backstage, Hoseok joining in on it briefly as he shrugs off his jacket and takes off the handkerchief, handing them to the stylist walking next to him. He takes off the white undershirt and passes it off as he enters the changing curtain once more, the next outfit hanging on the hook on the wall next to mirror;
A black zip up jacket with a black tank top over black sparkling pants. A black belt with a “dive” text engraved in the center of the buckle sits on a table next to it.
Yesterday Hoseok did a similar outfit in white, barring the white jacket as he danced on stage in a white form-fitting tank top over white pants and belt. That was always the pattern for this section of the performance; White for the first day, black for the next.
Though this time, Hoseok intends to shake things up a little bit.
He takes everything off the hanger, but leaves the tank top to dangle. After slipping everything on, Hoseok turns around to face the mirror again.
His body is covered from the neck down in full black, the jacket remaining unzipped as it reveals his toned torso. His hands rest over his stomach as he took a deep breath in, abs displaying through the open jacket, as the feeling of anxiety starts to creep at this bold decision.
This was the plan.
During his entire production and promotion for his latest single, there was always a small amount of anxiety settling in his mind. The main part was because of his body.
Hoseok wanted to reach out of his comfort zone, wanting to do something as bold as showing more skin than he ever did on camera. Though gaining that courage was a lot harder for him to muster then it was to think about. Seeing Jungkook do it so effortlessly when he was promoting his first solo album, absolutely shattering the internet as his toned body was released to the world. The closest Hoseok was ever able to get to that was when he wore a dark mesh top over a suit jacket during a past performance with his brothers.
Dancing and the activity of his career kept him in good shape, but the thoughts in the back of his mind were always there. “I need to look better first.” “I have too much weight on my hips, I need to lose it.” “What if ARMY doesn't like it?” “I’m too bulky from military gain, I need to shed this off first.” These types of questions always made him push such a decision off to the side.
Until Gong Jicheol came along.
The elder never misses the opportunity to compliment him. Whether it would be about his features or his voice. His dancing skills or when he wears his clothing, the size always being too big on him (At this point Hoseok has stolen at least 4 of his hoodies, not that he is complaining of course). Even the little noises he would unconsciously make whenever he does something, no matter how small.
But they never felt so good as when Jicheol has him writhing under him in his hold, placing kisses along his neck and chest, hand around his small waist as he pounds into him. Hoseok moaning loudly as his prostate would get hit perfectly with every thrust while the older would whisper countless praises in his ear; “You’re so beautiful”, “Such a strong body”, “Love that my hands can cover you”, “So incredible”, “Taking me so well”. “Love you so much”.
Okay so he may have a bit of a praise kink, sue him.
But ignoring that fact, Gong Jicheol has proven time and time again that he loves everything about the younger, always reassuring him every time Hoseok starts to doubt himself. Whenever he found himself frustrated from an artist block, Jicheol was there to talk him out of it as he pulled him closer, petting his hair. “You always find a way to break through it. This time is no different.”
Or whenever he feels less confident in his physique, Jicheol was there to kiss and hold every section with so much care. “Your body is like a canvas, and you helped shape it and turned it into a masterpiece. Please don’t paint over it with those sad words.”
Hoseok exhales the breath he was currently holding, nerves subsiding a little at the action, with a determined expression. He was going to do this, and he’s going to rock the audience. And a certain actor.
When he pulls back the curtain and makes his way back to the gap dividing him from the stage, everyone looks his way as they see the change he made. The reaction was very positive, small compliments and whistling being said his way and hands started to pat his shoulder, the tips of his ears going red from so much attention. This made him feel a lot more comfortable.
While he stands still as his hair gets set up and makeup is retouched, Yuna appears in front of him with a multi-layed necklace in hand, the diamonds glimmering under the lights as she unclasped it, wrapping it around his neck and closing the clasp. Readjusting the front so it's even over his honey toned chest.
“So. I’m going to take a guess and say this was the plan you had in mind?” She says with a knowing tone in her voice as she looks him in the eye. Hoseok can tell she's very intrigued.
The idol just sends her a knowing wink and a small snicker. Yuna lightly punches his arm a few times in small excitement, a high pitched squeal leaving her lips as Hoseok starts to shrink in on himself, both to shield himself from her punches and in shyness. “You are one crazy man. I’d watch out if I were you, you're playing a dangerous game with him watching.”
Hoseok just laughs with her at her response. Good. That's the plan.
~
Jicheol is currently looking at his phone, expecting to get a text from Hoseok as he did the other two times. But it never comes. Jicheol just takes it that he’s busy getting ready to come back on, not being able to get to his phone. He pockets his own as the sound of a drum kick resonates from the speakers. Parts of the stage ascend with a practice target on the front as the big screens display a crosshair, representing a sniper rifle’s scope, focusing in on the ascended stage.
The sound of a rifle shot rings out as the crosshair hovers over one of the targets, surprising Jicheol a bit but he will never admit that. A bullet hole enters the target on the screen as it starts to descend. This continues till all the targets have been shot and lowered, the stage flattening out.
The shadows of the group of dancers start to walk out, huddled together like they are guarding something in the middle. Suddenly they stop moving and the sound of a glass being hit starts to play, the dancer in the middle mimicking the sound with his hands. The opening lines start to play, the crowd following along loudly till a figure appears from the center as the dancers scatter, revealing what was hiding in their center. And Oh. Oh.
Holy shit.
Jicheol immediately freezes, jaw dropped and eyes wide as he watches the idol turn around and get straight into their choreography. The crowd is going absolutely insane, yelling and figures in the crowd freaking out as Hoseok comes into view on the big screen. His toned torso on display for the whole world to see as he twists and moves, the jacket doing nothing to hide his naked upper body. But Jicheol isn't paying attention to the crowd's reaction. All of it is on one particular person. And he's on that stage looking like absolute sin.
“Holy fuck” jicheol whispers to himself as he covers his mouth with his one hand, other arm wrapping around his middle.
The elder knew that Hoseok was a little insecure with his body, feeling safe in baggy clothing till Hoseok told him that because of him, he's become more confident in his body. Jicheol felt himself swell with pride as he's told it. He’s so proud of Hoseok’s progress, of him being so confident in himself. But this. This was a sight.
When Hoseok asked him all innocently during one of their calls if he can send him some test photos they took for his new single, and of course, the actor obliviously agreed. But once Hoseok sent him the photos and he opened them with a tap, he almost choked on his coffee because wow. Just. Wow. He may or may not have jerked off to them once in private. Maybe twice.
Okay a few times. And Hoseok definitely knew as he did this on purpose, knowing what it would do to the older.
Jicheol can start to feel his jeans getting tight in the front and that snaps him out of his stare, stopping him from almost drooling.
Oh shit, no no no he is not about to get a hard on in public! But watching as Hoseok starts to thrust his hips forward as the chorus begins is making it very hard for his mind not to cross into dirty waters. That choice of wording reminding him of another thing that’s very hard, and it's currently straining in his pants. Jicheol sits back down in seat, crossing his leg over the other, not breaking eye contact as he tries very hard to resist his urges as he watches as his menace of a boyfriend finishes, looking right at the camera with such a primal look.
Oh. Oh he is so fucked.
~
Jicheol is fighting for his life as the set continues. The idol is going through song after song, never once zipping up that damn jacket. The necklace hanging around his neck contrasting perfectly with his honey skin, sweat shining beautifully as it drips down his toned chest and onto his abs. Hips moving in such a passion it should be illegal. But the actor can't get enough.
Thankfully, the actor is given a break as the last song ends before Hoseok is zipping up the jacket, standing in front on the edge of the stage as he begins to talk to the crowd, a mischievous smile is on his lips as he asks if they liked that. The crowd responding positively in a burst of cheering, lightsticks shaking violently. But then, Hoseok’s face and body start to shake a little.
Jicheol gets knocked off guard when he sees his lover’s eyes start to gloss.
And then Hoseok starts to cry.
The idol reassures the audience as they start to try and comfort him that these are happy tears. Jicheol couldn't help but go into Protective Boyfriend Mode when he sees tears start to threaten to fall from his Hoseok's eyes, not afraid to get up now that he has thankfully calmed down. He places his hands on the railing as he watches his boyfriend start to tear up. The urge growing even stronger when he sees him start to drop to his knees, hand quickly going to his eyes to wipe the tears away before they fell.
Hoseok explained he was so happy that they (the audience and hinting at Jicheol. The actor caught onto that and his ears started to heat a bit at it.) all came for him. Came to watch him perform. And the emotional tug of his heart from it was just too much, hence the tears. The actor’s heart swells even more at hearing that. “Of course they do, if they do not then they are fools” Jicheol thinks as he himself starts to feel tears in his eyes.
Then, the crowd starts to chant Hoseok’s stage name. Continuous and in-sync, making the younger so much more emotional than before. He couldn't help but bow to the crowd in appreciation, the warmth in his chest so overwhelming it hurts. But he loves the feeling. So much.
Jicheol watches as he bows.
God he just wants to jump on that stage and kiss him. Hold him so close and tell him how proud he is of him. Sadly, that moment will have to wait. And it hurts.
When Hoseok breaks his bow and stands back up, he starts to collect himself for a bit, the crowd being so careful and nice with him as he does.
After a few more minutes of talking, and finishing his speech, Hoseok signals for the crew to start the next song. And Jicheol watches as Hoseok starts to slowly unzip the jacket once again, 1Verse playing in the background as his demeanor shifts back into one of someone who is proud of his actions. Throwing out body rolls and hip thrusts as the songs played one after the other. His eyes taking a quick glance in Jicheol’s direction from time to time, especially when he does something sexy. The actor laughs lowly at these moves, eyes hooded and eyebrow lifted. Oh what a little brat.
~
The concert started to reach its end as Hoseok left the stage one final time to change. Coming back out in a more comfortable outfit, body fully clothed. Jicheol sighs in relief. He doesn't think he could handle such an attack again so quickly.
He crosses his arms as he watches his boyfriend perform one more time. Sitting on a digitalized tree stump as fireworks start to fly high above the stadium. Hues of white and red illuminating the now dark sky and the crowd, giving Hoseok a better view of the thousands of people sitting and standing, lightsticks swinging in tandem to the song he is singing. He stops singing and takes his earpiece out as he starts to listen to the crowd sing the lyrics for him. He looks all around him as he smiles widely, so much love in his eyes. Then he sets his gaze on Jicheol’s booth again. Jicheol notices it too and he lifts up a hand heart above his head, even though he knows that Hoseok can't see it.
The two can't really see each other that well, yet they can feel each other's gazes; Jicheol looking down at his sunshine. Hoseok looking up at his safe zone.
The song starts to fade out as Hoseok starts to run around the stage, thanking everyone for coming and blowing tons of kisses out as the lights dim once again. A loud cheer roared around the stadium as Hoseok takes one final bow before walking off, the tour coming to its close, everything fading to black one final time.
~
Jicheol wasted no time in making his way towards the door that led backstage. Face mask on and head low as he leaves through the door of the booth and out into the buzzling crowd. He starts to maneuver through, trying his hardest not to bump into anyone accidentally. When he makes it through and sees the door in sight, he shows the badge to security and is let inside. He starts to walk down the hall, looking door to door trying to find the dressing room, knowing Hoseok has to be in there. He doesn't get very far as he is stopped by a shout behind him, stopping him in his tracks.
“Jicheol-Nim!”
Jicheol starts to turn around as he sees a younger woman start to make her way to him.
“Ah! Yuna-ssi!”
“You are not to take another step forward, mister!” She stops in front of him, pointing a finger up towards his face. Jicheol just raises his hands up in surrender, eyebrows raised in confusion.
“Ah..Did I, do something wrong?”
Yuna huffs as she takes a step back, crossing her arms over her chest. “No, but you shouldn’t be here right now, you should be by the car outside.”
Jicheol just looks at her confused, lowering his hands back down back to his sides as he tilts his head. Yuna facepalms at his reaction.
“Have you seriously not checked your phone at all? I sent you a text saying "meet by the backstage door” not “come inside”!
Jicheol takes his phone out of his pocket and turns it on. Sure enough there was the message.
“Oh.”
Yuna rolls her eyes. “It’s fine. The reason why I said not to enter was because you are meant to surprise him. And by doing that, you are the one driving him back.”
Yuna then takes Jicheol’s hand and drops the car keys into his open palm. “The car is outside by the backstage entrance. Don’t worry, this is all approved. You two deserve to have alone time after all this time. Hoseok-ssi was really bummed out when he thought you wouldn’t be able to come.” she said softly as she recalled the memory of the pouting idol.
Jicheol closes his hand around the keys, chuckling. “Thank you Yuna-ssi. I suppose I can’t ask how you managed to get that approved?”
Yuna just puts a finger to her lips as she starts to walk back down the hall. “Just call it a favor. Don’t be too rough with him now, okay?” Jicheol’s ears start to turn red, rubbing the back of his neck as Yuna sends a wink his way. Such a wing woman.
Hoseok is just finishing up everything in the dressing room, changing into comfier clothing after finishing the final send off with ARMY; A pair of sweats and one of Jicheol’s hoodies. Hoseok holds the hoodie in his hands, the scent of Jicheol’s cologne is faint, considering he’s been wearing it to bed often over the course of this tour, but it’s still there. Jicheol gave it to him after spraying it with his cologne a few times, hoping it would provide Hoseok some comfort. And it did, putting a smile on Hoseok’s face as he put it on and smelled the sleeves, turning his hands into sweater paws.
The company is giving him some time to relax before the rest of the members return from their service. Hoseok is relieved at that, he’s exhausted and just wants to spend time by himself. And with Jicheol.
Hoseok just finishes putting everything in his bag as he hears a knock on the door. Hoseok addresses they can come in. He turns around to see Yuna open the door, a smile on her face as she rests against the doorframe. “All set? You ready to get out of here?”
Hoseok just nods with a smile as he makes his way to the door. “Just one thing though. Would I be able to ask you for a favor?” Yuna raises an eyebrow.
~
When the two leave the dressing room, most of the staff and crew have left, minus those working on taking the stage down and packing up the equipment, getting them ready to load for the trucks. Yuna walks by his side as they make their way to the exit.
“So? How are you feeling? Your tour is finished and the company is giving you time off. Do you have any ideas on how you're going to spend it?” Yuna asks Hoseok.
Hoseok just sighs in relief, looking forward as they continue to walk, greeting those that pass by.
“Honestly? Just some rest sounds really good. Go get drinks with Seokjin one of these times, it's been too long!” Hoseok laughs. He really has missed the guys. Seeing them show up on their debut anniversary, Seokjin and Jungkook up on stage with him singing and goofing off while the rest were having fun in the booth. It was the best thing ever.
Hoseok smiles softly, putting his hands in the pockets of his hoodie as he continues. “And finally be with Hyung after all this time. He hasn’t said anything after the show has ended, but I get the feeling that he is still here.” He looks at yuna who just shrugs, an expression on her face that Hoseok can't fully make out.
“Yeah I get that feeling too” They both stop walking when they reach the exit. Yuna starts to bid him farewell, leaning up to whisper something into Hoseok’s ear. She smiles mischievously as she turns around to walk away from a now red Hoseok.
Hoseok then took his phone out of his pocket. There was still no text from Jicheol yet, maybe the older forgot to text a message or it didn't go through. The internet inside the stadium is spotty so he’d understand if that was the case.
Still looking down at his phone, he props his backpack more on his shoulder and pushes the door open. The cool air hitting his face as he walks out.
“Aish, Don’t you know that texting and walking isn’t safe Hoseok-ah?”
Hoseok stops in his tracks as he looks up. It’s silent as the door closes behind him, but he doesn't register it as he sees a figure leaning against the car that would escort him out, arms crossed over his chest with a smile on his lips.
Jicheol.
Hoseok breaks out of his shock, dropping his backpack as he runs towards the older with a wide smile. Jicheol stops leaning against the car with arms wide as the idol jumps into his hold, embracing him in a strong hug. Jicheol picks Hoseok up and spins them around as they both laugh.
When Jicheol puts Hoseok down, he draws back a little, just admiring the man in his arms. Hoseok then leans in, closing the gap between them in a kiss. God, it’s been so long. He missed this so much.
When they break apart, they rest their foreheads together, letting this moment happen. Jicheol draws back again as he lifts a hand to rest it on Hoseok’s cheek. Hoseok closes his eyes as he leans into it with a sigh of relief, tears slightly forming in his eyes.
Jicheol watches with so much love as he wipes them away with his thumb. “Welcome back.”
Hoseok opens his eyes and huffs out a quiet laugh, looking back at the older. “It’s good to be back. Back to you.”
He embraces Jicheol again in a quick kiss, leaning his head on his shoulder as they hug again. Jicheol rests his chin on top of Hoseok’s head, taking in the smell of his cologne coming from the younger. He looks down and laughs.
“You’re wearing the hoodie.”
Hoseok just laughs with him.
~
When they break apart, Jicheol walks back towards the door to pick up Hoseok’s forgotten bag. Hoseok asks if he is going to be riding with him as Jicheol spins the keys around his finger, signaling that he is driving them. He doesn't let Hoseok take his bag back as he opens the back passenger door of the car, setting it on the seat. He closed the door and then opened the front passenger door, gesturing for Hoseok to get in.
Hoseok settles in his seat as Jicheol closes the door with a thud and makes his way around to the driver’s side. When they both buckle, Jicheol turns the key in the ignition and the sound of the engine starts up with a hum. He shifts the gear into drive as the gate of the stadium opens, driving through once it opens completely.
Jicheol still has his hand on the gear shift as Hoseok places his hand on top of his. Jicheol looks down at their hands as they stop at a red light, smiling when he sees the stark difference in their sizes and skin tones. He could practically engulf the honey skinned hand in his own darker toned. So dainty.
Jicheol moves them to rest on the compartment dividing the two seats, interlocking their fingers as he takes a glance back at Hoseok, who is smiling right back at him with a loving look, leaning his head on his arm that is resting on the window. Fuck, did he miss this.
The sound of Hoseok’s stomach rumbling breaks their eye contact. They both start to laugh as Hoseok turns pink, embarrassed by the sound his body made.
“You hungry?” Jicheol huffs with a smile as he looks back at the road, the light turning green.
“Starving, I only had a few snacks that they had out as a quick celebration for the tour ending as a success.” Hoseok hums as he looks outside.
Jicheol hums at the answer. “You got any places in mind?”
Hoseok thinks for a few moments until a certain place comes into his mind. “Yeah. Yeah I do. I’ll show you the way.” Hoseok smiles as he takes his hand out of Jicheol’s, putting in the address on the car's built-in GPS. Jicheol wonders what's got Hoseok looking so nostalgic, but he is curious nonetheless as he follows the directions Hoseok put in. He smiles again when Hoseok locks their hands back together.
~
“You can park in that little lot there, parking is free at this time.” Hoseok points towards a square lot as Jicheol turns in. The drive to their location wasn’t very long, traffic being almost non existent since they left after the post-concert rush and it's close to 11pm. He turns into one of the vacant spots and puts the car in park. Both opting to wear face masks as they both open their doors. Hoseok walks over to Jicheol, holding his hand out when Jicheol closes his door. He takes it happily as they start to walk side by side.
Hoseok starts to swing their hands back and forth when Jicheol opens his mouth. “So, what was it that you had in mind?” Jicheol asks as they turn out of the lot.
Hoseok just smiles, still swinging their arms. “It’s a little place me and my brothers used to go to all the time when we were still trainees. It used to be just down the road from our old dorm and company building, but ever since we got bigger and later expanded, it’s been harder to visit. I order from them often, but It’s sadly been a few years since I’ve actually been inside.” Hoseok's smile lowers a little. Jicheol notices and squeezes his hand, hoping it provides the younger some comfort.
They walk for a little bit till they come to a little restaurant settled in between two bigger buildings. A little hole in the wall. The outside is modern, a little worn from age but it's in very good shape, like someone has been taking very good care of it. A little bell dings above the door as Hoseok opens it, Jicheol following close behind.
“Sorry, we are currently closing up for the night!” An older lady’s voice is heard from what appears to be the kitchen.
“Ah, I’m sorry Noona, I thought you were still open till midnight!” Hoseok bows in apology even though the apparent older women can't see him. Force of polite habit.
Suddenly the sound of shoes is heard as a figure lifts the curtain of the kitchen doorway.
“Hoseok-ah is that you?” The woman asks as he makes her way towards the two males. She’s on the shorter side, probably at the height of Hoseok’s shoulders. Her face is wrinkled from her old age. Jicheol guesses she's around her late 60s, but her spirit is still high and still has plenty of grace in her step.
Hoseok removes his face mask, revealing a soft smile as he looks down at the elderly woman.
“Hi Nuna.” Hoseok replies softly as he leans down to hug the shorter woman.
“Oh, It’s been so long, dear. How have you been?” She holds his face gently in her hands when they part, eyebrows furrowed. “Have they been feeding you well? You're as thin as a twig!”
Hoseok chuckles at her. “I just came back from my tour, but I promise I have been eating well.” He takes her hands from his face and holds them in his gently. “We were going to eat here, but we wouldn't want to stop you from closing for the night.”
She waves him off with a smile. “Oh nonsense. You know you are always welcome here, no matter the time.” She then looks over to Jicheol, who was just standing respectfully in silence while the two had their moment. “And who may this young man be with you?”
“Ah,” Jicheol breathed out as he realized he was still wearing his face mask. “Gong Jicheol, It’s nice to meet you Nuna.”
The elder’s eyes widened. “Gong Jicheol? As in Gong Yoo, the actor?? Aish, you brat, why didn’t you tell me you brought another celebrity here!” She exclaims as she starts to hit Hoseok playfully. He starts to shrink on himself as he tries to defend from her attacks, smiling widely. Jicheol smiles at this too, their relationship really is a special one. He’s happy to know Hoseok has such good people in his life.
“I didn't know you two were so close!” The older woman exclaims as she finally relieves Hoseok of her wrath.
“Ah, well actually,” Hoseok drags out, not knowing if Jicheol would be comfortable with her knowing. But the older just looks at him lovingly and takes Hoseok’s hand in his, reassuring him that it’s okay. He can tell he trusts her immensely.
“We’re, together. We have been for some time now. We just don’t feel comfortable revealing anything about it to the public. At least, not yet anyway.” Hoseok finished as he looked away, attempting to hide the blush appearing over his face. The tips of his ears still give it away and Jicheol chuckles at his reaction.
The older woman just coos at them, knowing their reasons. “Ah Hoseok-ah, why didn’t you just say that. You know I've known you all long enough to know your preferences. Don't worry, your secrets safe with me.” Hoseok smiles softly at her with relief.
Hoseok and his bandmates would go to her restaurant often during their trainee days, it was one of the only spots they could really afford at that time. And with that, they have basically become like her sons, keeping them well fed. She remembers when one of the times they came in they started talking about their types, a type of ice breaker while they were still in their getting to know each other phase; Some saying they only liked boys, the others saying they liked both. Hoseok on the only liking boys side. They knew that their secrets were safe in her building, she was a full on ally for everyone.
“Older men though. That’s a new one, Hoseok-ah. Didn’t take you for someone liking vintage” She laughs as Hoseok turns crimson as he lets out a groan. Jicheol laughed as well, attempting to cover his mouth but failing as a few snickers slip out.
The older woman waves them over to sit, leaving them be to decide on what they wanted to order. They sat over by the corner, One seat positioned where you can look out the window. Hoseok sits on that seat, Jicheol on the other, against the wall.
“She’s very nice, Hoseok-ah. I can tell why you chose to come here.” Jichoel exclaims as he picks up the menu.
Hoseok looks up from his menu to look up at Jicheol, smiling. “Yeah, this place reminded me of home. Honestly, it might as well be called our second home. She practically raised us when we were younger.”
Jicheol hums happily, looking back down at his own menu.
They place their orders for their older woman when they were ready. Hoseok opted for a bowl of ramen with an egg with a side of black pork stone bibimbap, or what she named it, Bangtan Bibimbap. Jicheol ordering Tofu with Stir fried Kimchi, saying he’ll share the bimbimbap with Hoseok.
When she relayed their orders she turned around and opened the curtain to the kitchen.
Jicheol started to look around the little place. Posters and little trinkets of Hoseok and his bandmates are all over, covering almost every space that could hold a piece of their merchandise. She really does love them like they were her own sons.
Hoseok watches as Jicheol looks. “She really is our biggest supporter. I will forever cherish this and her in my heart.” Hoseok leans his head in his hand. Jicheol turns back around to face Hoseok. The younger’s heart is so full of love, there's no possible way that hate can ever settle in him. Jicheol falls harder for him then, not thinking it was even possible.
Jicheol takes Hoseok’s hand in his, changing the subject. “You did amazing up there, you know that? That was easily one of the best performances I have ever seen.”
Hoseok starts to shrink in on himself a little shyly.
“Really?”
“Really, I was blown away. You never fail to surprise me with your skills. You looked so happy up there, and I was so happy for you. You were born to dance and you deserve every ounce of the accomplishments you made. Seeing you up there, made me so proud of you.” He brings Hoseok up to his lips, kissing the knuckles. “But damn you really didn't hold back because what was that during your Killin’ it Girl performance, huh? Warn a guy why dont you, don’t forget I'm an old man.”
Jicheol laughs as Hoseok brings his head down on the table, letting out a high pitched whine. “God, I was going through a mid-life crisis when I made that decision. You should’ve seen Yuna-noona when she saw me, I’ve never seen such mischief in her eyes.”
Jicheol leans forward to ruffle Hoseok’s hair chuckling. “Hey, I'm not complaining. That was a big thing for you.” Jicheol moves his hand to wipe the hair from Hoseok’s face. “What made you decide to do that?”
Hoseok moves his head so he can rest his open arm under it on the table. “Honestly, I wasn't going to do it at first. You know how I am when it comes to my physical appearance, I didn't feel like it was good enough to show it. But when you called me before I went up, saying you were going to be there, it reminded me of all the times you reassured me. Of anything and everything, and that was all I needed to know that I could do it. Break out of that comfort zone once again. I wanted to show you that I have that confidence because of you.”
Oh. That hits him square in the heart.
Jicheol smiles at Hoseok, full of so much pride and love for the idol.
“I’m so proud of you Hoseok-ah.”
Hoseok smiles back.
~
Their food arrives a few minutes later, the two bowing thankfully as they dig in. They both moan with delight at the tastes.
“God, how I missed her meals.” Hoseok said with a mouthful of beef, holding a piece out for Jicheol to take.
Jicheol takes it gratefully and moans at the taste. Very tender and very sweet from the sauce. “I can see why you and your bandmates would come here all the time. Affordable and delicious.” He picks up a piece of tofu from his bowl and gives it to Hoseok.
“One of the best, she deserves all the attention that she gets. Everyone that enters here the first time always wants to come back.”
“Rightfully so, I need to start coming here more often.” Jicheol chuckles.
They shift from topic to topic after they finished eating, at one point Jicheol going to a slightly dirty place when Hoseok drank the broth from his bowl, some of it dripping down his chin. Jicheol quickly shook those thoughts away, blushing a bit thinking Hoseok didnt notice, but he definitely did.
The two began to talk about everything that has happened while Hoseok was gone. Jicheol was working on a new action drama that is scheduled to come out in the next couple months, Hoseok eagerly saying that they will be watching it when it does, while Hoseok showed him pictures he took from everywhere he went. He talked about how he had an almost 103° F fever in Mexico, but was grateful that Jicheol immediately called him when he broke the news to him, not leaving the frame for even a second until Hoseok fell asleep. Jicheol then started to talk about his favorite moments from his tour. There were so many they both lost count as they got lost in conversation.
When they realized the time, they didn't want to keep the owner from closing her place for the night any longer, so they brought their dishes to the kitchen to see her washing the pans happily. They offer to help clean up, and with a little reluctance she accepts.
Hoseok helped wash while Jicheol dried and put away the now clean clean cookware and utensils. They indulged in conversation on their lives; saying how her business is booming with tourists, never a dull day, and Jicheol and Hoseok would talk about their relationship; the funny moments being the best part as they all laughed so hard Hoseok was practically on the ground crying from laughter.
When everything inside was all set for closing, the three walked outside as the elderly women turned off the lights and locked the door. She gave Hoseok one last hug, saying how proud she was of him and his brothers and telling them to stop by whenever they can. Hoseok agreeing wholeheartedly.
She then went up to Jicheol and hugged him as well. “You picked a good one. Don't break his heart, or else you’ll be answering to me.” she pointed a finger up at Jicheol, eyebrows furrowed with a threatening look. Well this looked familiar.
Jicheol smiles as he looks at Hoseok, holding out his hand for him to take. Hoseok took it immediately with a smile back. “I’m too far gone to ever have that thought. I’m not leaving his side, even if it kills me.”
They say their farewells as they parted ways. Hoseok leaned his head on Jicheol's shoulder as they walked, hands still interlocked. “Never knew you could be so cheesy.”
Jicheol chuckles as he rests his head on Hoseok’s. “Only for you. You are the main culprit for my cheesyness.” Jicheol plants a kiss in Hoseok’s hair. Hoseok smiled widely, forming into his iconic heart shape as he giggled. They walk in comfortable silence as they make their way back to their vehicle.
~
They make it back to their apartment complex. Most of the lights in the windows are off, meaning the other residents are either asleep or are not home. Jicheol quietly parks the car as Hoseok sends a text out to Yuna saying they made it back and the car is out front to be taken back. They both get out of the car and Hoseok moves to grab his bag from the backseat, Jicheol waiting patiently. They aren't worried about being seen in public at this time of night so they hold hands once again as they make their way to the entrance and into the elevator.
Jicheol holds the keycard up to the door’s lock, opening with a click. They both walk inside to be greeted by two little furballs, both meowing loudly at Hoseok’s familiar scent as they rub against his legs.
Jicheol chuckles as Hoseok starts to ‘Nyah’ back, crouching down to pet them and scratch under their chins. One of them laying down for Hoseok to rub her belly.
“They really missed you, they paced around for a bit when they couldn't smell you anywhere.”
Hoseok coos, “Aw, I'm sorry. I’m back for a good while now, don’t you worry.” Hoseok pouts at their cats as he picks up his little black tabby, standing up to hold her out in front of him. Her injured eye was shut, her other looking at him widely. She pressed one of her paws to Hoseok’s mouth as she meowed, Hoseok chuckling closed-mouthed into her paw.
“I think that's her way of saying she missed you.” Jicheol wraps his arms around Hoseok's waist, resting his chin on his shoulder as the younger holds the little black cat in his arms, baby style.
Hoseok smiles. “I missed her too. All of you.” He puts down the little tabby to turn around in Jicheol’s hold, wrapping his arms around his neck as he looks up at him, a smile still on his lips.
Jicheol smiles back. “Missed you more. C'mere." He leans down to kiss Hoseok softly. Hoseok instantly reciprocating.
Quickly the soft kisses started to deepen, turning more fervent as Jicheol started to push Hoseok back until his back hit the wall. Jicheol’s hands leaving his waist to press one against the wall by Hoseok’s head, the other up to cup Hoseok’s cheek. Hoseok moans as grips Jicheol’s shirt, opening his mouth to let Jicheol inside, tongues fighting for dominance.
When Jicheol started to bring his hand down to slip under Hoseok’s hoodie, Hoseok grabs his hand, breathing heavily
“Hyung, Hyung wait,” Hoseok croaked out, breaking their kiss as he looked at Jicheols reddened wet lips and then to his hooded eyes. Hoseok’s heartbeat speeds up at the look. Oh shit.
Jicheol starts to kiss down Hoseok’s neck lightly, moving the hood of his hoodie out the way to leave butterfly kiss down to his collarbone, giving Hoseok a soft hum in question.
“I, I need to shower first. I'm still sweaty from the performance and…and I need to get myself ready.” Hoseok gasped as Jicheol nipped at the sweet spot behind his ear, turning his legs into jelly.
“Okay,” Jicheol hummed with content as he pulled back. He cupped Hoseok’s cheek softly as he placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Okay, whatever you need. There’s no need to rush, we have all the time in the world right now.” He presses his lips with Hoseok’s one more time, taking Hoseok’s hand and leading them to his bedroom.
~
So, Hoseok may have lied a little to Jicheol earlier. He didn’t actually need to shower, even though he still did so he could prep for what was to come, he mainly needed an excuse to execute the final step to his plan. Said plan was in his bag, laying on the bathroom counter.
Hoseok grabbed a towel on the hook as he got out of the shower stall, starting to dry himself off as he continued to stare at the bag, like it was staring right back at him.
Once he was dried off he reached for the bag, propping it up as he unzipped the zipper, taking out pieces of clothing that were folded neatly inside. Hoseok’s heartbeat quickens as he holds the pieces in his hands.
Hoseok breaks out of his stand as he realizes he was staring. He starts to put the pieces on one by one, face turning redder each time. Shit he was really doing this. And he loves the thrill that it's giving him.
Jicheol was laying on his bed, scrolling on his phone. Videos and photos of the Idol’s performance were being posted everywhere, most of it being when he appeared practically naked. He basically broke the internet.
He starts to scroll through his reels a little bit longer till he hears the door open from his bedroom’s bathroom.
“Hyung?”
Jicheol hums as he looks up from his phone in the direction of the voice and drops it on his chest, eyes wide. Oh. Oh holy fuck.
Hoseok is standing in front of his bed, wearing the same outfit from his performance. The same exact thing, only this time he has the jacket zipped up, some of it unzipped at the top to reveal a part of his exposed honey toned chest. His hair is still a little wet from the shower, pushed back to reveal his forehead.
“Holy shit Hoseok.” He whispers as he gets up, walking over to stand in front of the younger, looking down as he towers over.
Hoseok chuckles as he looks up. “You like?”
Jicheol huffs a laugh, “Do I like? Hoseok-ah you look, you look incredible. How could I not? Holy shit.” Jicheol pulls Hoseok into a soft kiss, the younger giggling into it. “What made you decide to do this?”
Hoseok pulls away, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear shyly. “I wanted to do something special for you. We haven't physically seen each other in months, so I thought, why not come back with a surprise?” He smiles, chuckling, rubbing the back of his neck. “I asked Noona for a favor, asking if I could take this home with me. She knew right away the reason why I wanted it.”
Jicheol laughs. “She's quite the wingwoman huh. She's also the one that stopped me from going backstage to get to you. Gave me the keys to the car and pushed me out the door.”
Hoseok laughs with him, pressing his head into Jicheol’s chest, feeling the vibration from the older, the sound is like honey to Hoseok, so sweet.
Jicheol hooks his finger under Hoseok's chin so he looks up, locking him in a soft kiss.
Quickly the kiss starts to deepen, Jicheol’s tongue fighting for entrance and Hoseok lets him as he is pushed against the wall once again, same position as they were just a bit ago.
Hoseok pulls back, panting lightly as he looks up at Jicheol, who is toying with the zipper of his jacket with hooded eyes.
A mischievous smirk appears on Hoseok's face as he sees Jicheol lick his lips, a look in his eyes that almost looks primal.
God damn.
“Did you enjoy the show?”
“Oh I enjoyed it,” Jicheol murmurs as he leans down, whispering over Hoseok’s ear while pulling him closer by his sinuous waist, their crotches being pushed together, making Hoseok gasp. “But I think an encore is in order, don’t you think?”
Hoseok shivers and lets out a quiet moan, closing his eyes at the sudden mood change of the room. Suddenly he feels lips on his neck as he tilts his head to the side unconsciously, allowing better access for the older to claim.
Jicheol continues to work on Hoseok’s neck, kissing and sucking, leaving bruises that will for sure show even after tonight. And Jicheol smiles into his skin at the thought. He starts to kiss his way down to Hoseok’s collarbone once he feels satisfied with his work, lightly biting at the outlined bone, then lowering to the exposed part of Hoseok’s chest.
Jicheol takes the zipper of Hoseok’s jacket in his fingers, fiddling with the slider as he looks at a dark red Hoseok. His lips are reddened and swollen, Chest heaving heavily as he looks at Jicheol with hooded eyes, hands gripping his forearms. He already looks so fucked out and they barely even started.
“Can I?”
Hoseok just nods eagerly.
Jicheol smiles as he starts to lower the zipper down, and down, and down until finally it reaches the end as it unclips, revealing Hoseok’s toned lines. The necklace that was hiding around his neck shining under the soft glow of the night lamp, giving his body a warmer hue. Jicheol bites his lip with an amused hum.
“Fuck, your incredible.”
Hoseok smiles smugly, “Yeah?”
“Yeah, yes. Fuck Hoseok-ah, your amazing, how are you even real.” Jicheol says breathlessly as he runs his hand over Hoseok's chest, down to his toned abs, Hoseok moans as he starts to reach lower, cupping his clothed crotch with his palm. “Your such a fucking sight.”
“Fuck Hyung…” Hoseok groans, leaning his head back against the wall as Jicheol slots his leg in between his, rubbing up against Hoseok's growing erection.
“Hyung, please..” Hoseok begged, needing some sort of friction, a pressure against his growing bulge.
“Patience Hoseok-ah” Jichceol said as he looked down at Hoseok. “We have plenty of time. Right now, I just want to admire you. Is that okay?”
Hoseok nods.
Jicheol smiles as he grabs the back of Hoseok’s neck to bring him into a needy kiss. Quickly it starts to grow more messy, Hoseok biting at Jicheol’s lower lip, begging for entrance. Jicheol’s hands move to rest on Hoseok’s hips, fingers digging hard into the flesh, bruising them from the tips. They start to moan into each other in their kiss as Hoseok starts to rut against Jicheol’s leg, feeling the friction, the pleasure it is giving. And it feels so good.
“Hyung…Hyung, please..Please,” Hoseok whimpers, leaning his head back to rest against the wall as they break apart, Jicheol going back in to kiss his jaw. “I need..”
Jicheol hums into Hoseok's skin, the vibration from his throat making Hoseok shiver. ‘What do you need, baby?” As he draws back, proud of the markings he has left on the younger’s neck.
Hoseok brings his hand down from Jicheol’s arm to his hand, bringing it down to the front of his crotch, the obvious bulge can be felt in his palm through the fabric. Jicheol can tell he’s very hard and internally groans.
“I need more than that, sweetheart.” Jicheol sighs, not going any further until Hoseok gives his complete and explicit consent.
Hoseok grunts in frustration. “Hyung, please! I need you to touch me. I want you to touch me. Please, please just touch me.”
Jicheol hums happily as he starts to fiddle with Hoseok’s buckle, pulling him into another kiss. “Good boy.”
Hoseok’s mind blanks as he shivers at the nickname. Jicheol undoes his belt, kissing him so passionately Hoseok starts to melt in his hold, groaning and closing his eyes in pleasure as Jicheol’s thigh rubs up against his straining cock from the confines of the exposed front of his boxers.
Hoseok opens his eyes when he feels something warm move along his chest. Jicheol was toying with the necklace around his neck, the contrast of the white on Hoseok’s honey skin. It was beautiful.
“ ‘Diamond necklace’, huh? I see what you did with that.” Jicheol chuckles as he wraps his finger around the gaps and pulls, bringing Hoseok closer to his face.
Hoseok gasps out a chuckle when he figures out that the older was referencing his song. His voice is low and slightly hoarse from little use and the pull of the chain as he grabs Jicheol by the nape of his neck, slamming their lips together in a bruising kiss.
“I have my moments. I’m not all sunshine, you know” Hoseok smiles smugly as they pull apart.
Jicheol lifts his eyebrow in amusement, a dirty smile etched at his lips as he unwraps his finger from Hosoek’s necklace, slowly moving down, dragging his fingers lightly over the small rocks inside the silver mold. When he gets to the bottom he grabs the silver tag at the end in his fingers. He lifts it up and taps it against hoseok’s reddened and swollen lips.
“Open.”
Hoseok immediately obeys, not breaking eye contact with the other and opens his mouth as Jichol places the tag in till it was halfway.
“Bite.”
Hoseok closes down on the necklace with his teeth, keeping it there. The metal is cold against his toungue as he waits for Jicheol to say something next.
“If you can keep that in your mouth and not make a sound, I’ll let you see me. Deal?” Jicheol raises an eyebrow, waiting on a response.
Hoseok nods eagerly, the necklace clinking together in his haste movement. He wants that so bad, his cock twitching in excitement.
“Good boy” Jicheol smiles.
Hoseok nearly immediately makes a sound at the nickname being used a second time, but he refrains as he feels Jicheol start to kiss further and further down his chest, biting onto the mole under his pec, lips moving down till he feels them on his stomach, and fuck it feels so good. He’s missed this so much, having Jicheol kiss him everywhere, his sweet words and yet commanding tone, his gentle yet firm hands all over, touching his body in places he wouldn't let anyone else touch if it wasn't Jicheol. It makes him go crazy and so weak his legs start to feel like jelly as the older continues to kiss his stomach. Then his hips, the little chub underneath his belly button that Hoseok could never seem to fully lose but Jicheol loves, says it's his favorite part of him minus the mole on his upper lip. Hoseok sighs in content as he lets Jicheol have his way with him.
Jicheol stops when his face is lined up with Hoseok’s clothed erection, the tent in his boxers poking out from the opened part of his pants. He lifts a his hand to hook a finger into Hoseok’s boxers, waiting a moment to for Hoseok to protest as he looks up, but gets nothing but the sight of Hoseok’s eyes looking down at him, Necklace still settled in between his teeth.
He starts to pull down Hoseok’s boxers, letting his cock spring out. His cock was very red, pre-cum already spilling from the slit as it stands up. Hoseok hisses at the temperature change but quickly a moan is ripped out of him as Jicheol wraps his hand around his length, grip firm and big.
“Tell me if it's too much, and I’ll pull off, okay?”
Hoseok nods, moving his hand to grip Jicheol’s hair. A quick sigh of pleasure leaves Hoseok as Jicheol takes him in his mouth, tongue wrapping around his length as Jicheol takes him fully. It’s been too long since he’s had proper sex. The sexting and video calls between the two was amazing but he needed the real thing again. Said ‘real thing’ was currently going to town on his cock.
Hoseok is fighting every urge to not drop the necklace in his mouth to moan, to buck his hips and fuck into his mouth, not knowing if Jicheol wanted that. His thoughts go blank as the pressure around his cock leaves, a few taps to his thigh making him come back to his senses as he looks down, eyes hooded with pleasure.
“You can fuck my mouth Hoseok-ah. I don’t mind if you do, you know this.” Jicheol assures his worries, smiling up at Hoseok. His lips wet and voice hoarse from sucking his cock. “I will tell you if you're being too much.”
Hoseok stays silent as he nods again, being one of the few tells he can use that isn't vocal. Jicheol is proud of how well his baby is doing so far as he takes Hoseok in his mouth again.
Hoseok sighs in bliss as he bangs his hand against the wall with a thud. The sounds of pleasure bubbling in his chest, begging to be released but he holds them back, not wanting to break the deal and upsetting his precious hyung. Hoseok opens his eyes as his gaze lands on his reflection in the mirror in front of them and oh.
What a fucking sight.
The way Jicheol is on his knees, the back of his head bobbing rhythmically as he sucks Hoseok’s length. Hoseok’s body is littered with bite marks and hickeys, his chest heaving heavily in the reflection and god. Hoseok can’t look away.
Hoseok lifts his head from the wall as he stares with narrow eyes, focusing only on the show in front of him. Slowly, Hoseok starts to roll his hips, gripping a handful of Jicheol’s hair with one hand, the other going in the air by his head in concentration as he pushes his cock farther into Jicheol's mouth. The older moans at the sudden movement as he continues to suck harshly. The sight in front of him and the feeling on his cock makes the twist in his stomach tighten. He’s not going to last much longer.
No. Not yet.
“H-Hyung, Hyung wait..” Hoseok croaks out, necklace falling out of his mouth as he tugs at Jicheol’s hair to pull him off. Jicheol reacts immediately as he lets Hoseok pull him away. “Not yet..please, not yet.”
Jicheol moves to stand up, cupping Hoseok’s face in his hands with concern. “Everything okay? Is it too much?"
Hoseok looks at him, seeing the worry in the older’s eyes. “No, no not at all, you're amazing. I just, I just wanted to wait. I want to cum with you inside. I want to see you.” Hoseok folds his arms around his middle, hugging himself as he whispers. “If, if that’s okay? I want us both to feel good. At the same time. Properly.”
Jicheol is taken aback. The amount of care that Hoseok has, it’s unmatched. Jicheol can tell he’s horny and desperate, and yet, he wants to wait till both of them can feel good. Jicheol’s heart blooms, love spilling out as he presses a kiss to Hoseok’s forehead.
“Of course it’s okay. It’s always okay, I promise. You did so well, I think you deserve your reward.” Jicheol smiles as he lifts Hoseok by his thighs.
Hoseok gasps as he is lifted up. Fuck, he forgot how strong Jicheol was. Hoseok chuckles softly as he rests his head in between the crook of Jicheol’s neck, wrapping his legs around the older’s waist as he walks them to the bed.
Jicheol places Hoseok on his back on the bed, climbing over to hover above him. His hands on either side of Hoseok’s head as he admires his features. The younger smiling softly back at him. He kisses Hoseok with such gentleness, making Hoseok feel safe in his hold, like he always does.
Jicheol pulls back as he reaches for the drawer of the nightstand, and Hoseok watches as he opens it, reaching for two items; A bottle of lube and a condom.
Hoseok reaches for his wrist, stopping his action.
“Hoseok-ah?” Jicheol looks at him, eyes furrowing in confusion.
“No condom.” Hoseok looks back at Jicheol, eyes determined.
Jicheol raises his eyebrows in surprise at such a thing. “Baby, are you sure? We’ve never did it without-”
“Are you clean, Hyung?” Hoseok interrupts without hesitation.
Jicheol swallows. “Yes. I haven’t done anything since you left. Minus our moments alone.”
Hoseok moves to sit up, grabbing Jicheol by the collar of his shirt, pulling him down. His eyes holding a look that makes Jicheol start to get hard again in his jeans.
“Then put that condom back. And fuck me.” He growled.
“Fuck, Hoseok”
Jicheol puts the condom back inside in the drawer, throwing the lube to the side as he brings Hoseok in for a bruising kiss. The arousal going straight to Hoseok’s cock as Jicheol leans back to take off his shirt, throwing it on the floor. Hoseok takes a moment to admire the older’s body in front of him.
“Shit, Hyung. Still looking good after all this time.” Hoseok mocks as Jicheol moves to hover over him again.
Jicheol smiles. “I should say the same for you. Look at you. So strong everywhere. Such a strong body.”
Hoseok smiles back, lips turning into a heart as he cups Jicheol’s face in his hand. The dimple popping on the side of his mouth when his smiles widely and lopsided and Hoseok just wants to poke it.
“All yours.”
Jicheol leans into his hand, smile growing wider as he places his hand over Hoseok's. His lopsided becoming as small as his monolid, both turning crescent as he looks at Hoseok with so much love.
“And as mine is yours.”
Jicheol whispers as he lets go of Hoseok's hand, gently pressing it against his chest to push him back down on the bed, bringing Hoseok into a deep kiss.
Hoseok moans as the kiss starts to turn more rough, Jicheol biting at his lip and forcing his tongue into his mouth.
Jicheol pulls back with a gasp as he grabs the lube, popping the cap open as he pours a generous amount onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it. Hoseok makes quick work on removing his pants and boxers, kicking them away to join Jicheol’s shirt on the floor. He starts to work the jacket off of his shoulders, throwing it to the side as well.
Jicheol chuckles as Hoseok lays back down.
“What?”
“ ‘till there's nothing left but a diamond necklace on you’ huh, Hoseok-ah?”
Hoseok looks down to see he's completely naked minus the necklace around his neck. Hoseok groans as he laughs, throwing an arm over his face as he blushes, not expecting yet another reference from the older. “Oh my god, Hyung, seriously?”
“Too good of an opportunity to pass up.” Jicheol shrugs as he slots himself in between Hoseok’s legs, tapping his hand on Hoseok's thigh, signaling for Hoseok to lift his hips so he can place a pillow under his ass.
Hoseok spreads his legs, giving Jicheol better access to his hole. His cock is still hard from arousal as Jicheol spreads his cheek to the side, giving him more access. Hoseok gasps as he feels a finger circle around his hole. He’s not as loose as he was earlier, thinking they would’ve been this far a while ago, but it's okay because the feeling of Jicheol’s fingers is making up for it and more.
Jicheol starts to push his finger in more and then out, the slide easy from Hoseok’s earlier prep but still repeating this process slowly so as to not hurt Hoseok. When Jicheol deemed him ready, he entered a second, scissoring Hoseok open as Hoseok clenched around his fingers.
The stretch made Hoseok groan as he arched his back. Fuck, he missed his fingers fucking him open, the stretch feeling so good as his fingers grazed his prostate once every fuck, making Hoseok’s mind go completely blank.
He missed Jicheol. Missed his hands, his voice, his strong and sexy body. But the thing he misses most right now is his cock. He wants his cock inside him. Now.
“Hyung, I'm ready..” Hoseok groans as he places his hands on Jicheol’s forearms.
Jicheol removes his fingers, Hoseok's hole clenching around nothing as he slips out of his jeans, Hoseok helping in removing his boxers, throwing them both down with the rest of the forgotten clothing.
Jicheol is big, but that doesn't stop Hoseok as he takes it in his hand, stroking him from base to tip, making Jicheol groan loudly as Hoseok’s hand speeds up.
“Fuck Hoseok-ah, slow down. Don’t forget I’m an old man”
“Keep up then, Hyung. I’ve waited all day and these last few months for this dick, and I'm not going to waste another second.” Hoseok growled.
That goes straight to Jicehol's crotch, the commanding tone in Hoseok's voice making his cock twitch in excitement in Hoseok’s hold. He can’t recall the last time he’s ever gotten this hard so quickly. The power that Jung Hoseok has over him.
Hoseok stops his movement once Jicheol was fully hard and guides him to his entrance. “Now ruin me.”
Jicheol doesn't have to be told twice as he takes his cock from Hoseok's hand, pouring more lube and rubbing it up from base to tip. When he's satisfied he brings his clean hand up to hold Hoseok up by his hip as he enters roughly with a grunt. Hoseok moans loudly at the quick penetration, but the sting feels so good.
“Oh fuck, Hyung!” Hoseok yelled as he gripped Jicheol's forearm hard as he continued to pound into him, Hips bruising as he pulls back only to slam back in till he was pumping Hoseok full of his cock. His thrusts grazing his prostate over and over, making Hoseok push up on the bed. Hoseok lets go of Jicheol and grabs the headboard behind him to brace himself as Jicheol’s thrusts start to pick up speed.
“God, you're so tight, baby. And so vocal, taking me so well.” Jicheol groans as he pulls his hips back so his cocks is almost fully out, only to slam forward again roughly, finally nailing Hoseok’s prostate dead on, making Hoseok moan even louder as he grips the headboard tighter, knuckles turning white as it bangs against the wall. He hopes the neighbors on the other side aren't home, otherwise he internally apologizes if they are woken up…
“F-Fuck Hyung, your so big! Oh my god!” Hoseok practically screams as Jicheol angles himself better, lifting Hoseok up more by hooking his arm around Hoseok's middle, placing his hand on his small back and hitting that bundle of nerves so perfectly it makes Hoseok’s vision blur from the pleasure.
“Are you close, Hoseok-ah?” Jicheol’s hips start to grow more sloppy, more uneven like he’s trying to focus on something else. Hoseok can tell he’s close.
Hoseok nods, breathing heavily as he lets go of the headboard to grab onto Jicheol’s shoulders, wrapping his legs around his waist as he whines. The necklace sticking to his sweaty skin as he curls into Jicheol’s hold. He’s so close, he just needs a little more push.
“I’m so close. Please cum Hyung, please I beg you to cum inside, Please cum inside-”
Before Hoseok can finish his sentence, his orgasm rips out of him before he even realizes, screaming Jicheol’s name as he in between them, cock spilling onto his stomach and onto Jicheol’s chest. He clenches tightly around Jicheol's cock and that was the final push Jicheol needed as he thrusts in one more time, hips slowing down, jerking forward as he spills into Hoseok with a loud grunt, covering his walls and around his dick, causing both of them to moan loudly.
They just stay in their position for a little while, panting as they ride out their orgasms. Hoseok covers his face with his arm as he lets go of Jicheol and falls limp, breathing heavily as he tries to catch his breath. Jicheol falls on top of him, resting his head on his shoulder, breathing just as hard. He can feel his dick soften inside Hoseok, twitching while it goes back down, but neither make an attempt to move. Hoseok moves his arm from his face, moving to run his hand through Jicheol's messy hair with a satisfied sigh.
After a few minutes, Jicheol brings himself up and off of the younger, carefully pulling out as to not overstimulate him, his cum spilling out out his hole and onto the sheets. He starts to pepper kisses around Hoseok’s jawline, making his way to nip at the sweet spot behind his ear, making the younger hum happily.
“I’m going to go get us cleaned up, okay? I’ll be right back.” Jicheol kisses Hoseok’s nose as he pulls back, the younger humming in response as he gets up from the bed and into the bathroom. A few moments later he comes back with a wet towel in his hand. He sits down on the bed and starts to clean Hoseok off, gently rubbing the towel against his stomach and his ass.
Hoseok looks to see that Jicheol put his pants back on but kept his shirt off. Wow, he really hit the jackpot with him, his body is insane.
“How do you feel, baby? Do you hurt anywhere?”
Hoseok just shakes his head slightly. “Just sore, but it’s a good sore. The kind that I missed. You did great Hyung.”
Jicheol finishes cleaning him up, throwing the towel in the laundry basket and looking back at Hoseok with a soft smile. “Good, I was worried I was a little too rough. You did amazing too. You're incredible." He leans down to kiss Hoseok softly before getting up again. Hoseok watches him with tired eyes as he chuckles when he sees him make his way back into the bathroom. He sees Jicheol grab something from there until his eyes flutter shut. Bringing him into a deep slumber.
Jicheol makes his way out of the bathroom, his hoodie that he gave Hoseok in his hands. He moves to his dresser and grabs his cologne bottle, spraying it a few times into the worn fabric. He turns around towards his bed once he puts the bottle back, seeing Hoseok out like a light, curled up in a fetal position with his hands up by his head. His lips are parted as he snores softly.
The way the younger looks in Jicheol's bed, all curled up, is the most precious thing. It makes his heart skip. God, he feels like the luckiest man in the world that Hoseok is his. Just like how he is Hoseok's.
Quietly he maneuvers Hoseok softly, as to not accidentally wake him, and lifts him up to a sitting position to put the hoodie on the younger's small body. Then he picks up the covers to tuck Hoseok in. He'll change them in the morning.
Once adjusted, he climbs in himself as holds Hoseok close, moving his head gently to lay on his chest. Hoseok moves unconsciously, Wrapping his arms around Jicheols middle as he snuggles into his embrace.
"So small" Jicheol sighs with a smile as he watches Hoseok sleep, love filling his eyes as he watches the younger softly snore, wrapped up in his clothing. He's not letting Hoseok go, not even for the world.
~
Hoseok wakes up to the sound of a click and to the feeling of someone's hand petting his head. He hums in content as he starts to move a little but quickly moves back down with a hiss. Guess he's still sore from last night. He hears a chuckle coming from above him.
“Morning sweetheart.”
Hoseok’s tired brain takes a minute to process the words being said, humming in response once it registers.
Jicheol is currently holding him with a firm but gentle grip While Hoseok is laying on top of him on his stomach, his own arms wrapped around the older’s middle.
“Still a major cuddler I see. Good, I hope that never goes away.” He kisses the top of Hoseok’s head, petting where he kissed. The younger hummed happily from the feeling again, earning another chuckle from Jicheol.
“And still likes being pet. You really never stop being cute, huh?”
Hoseok just lays there, taking in the feeling of Jicheol’s hand running through his hair, scratching at his scalp. “What was that sound I heard earlier? It sounded like a click.”
He feels movement as Jicheol maneuvers to show Hoseok his phone screen. Jicheol took a selfie of Hoseok’s sleeping on his chest. Back turned from the camera and Jicheol's face out of frame. Hoseok lifts himself up a little more to realize he was wearing the hoodie Jicheol gave him before he left. Must have been what he grabbed from his bathroom.
Hoseok removes one of his arms from under Jicheol as he brings the sleeve up to his face, the length covering his hands into a sweater paw. The smell of his cologne is stronger on it now. And Hoseok smiles so widely it makes Jicheol smile widely back.
“I noticed the smell wasn't really on it anymore so I sprayed it a few more times before helping you in it last night.” Jicheol says softly as he pulls Hoseok back into his hold.
“Thank you Hyung.”
“Of course.” Jicheol kisses his forehead, hooking a finger under his chin so he looks up.
“Welcome home, Hoseok-ah.”
Hoseok leans up so he can press a kiss to Jicheol’s lip.
“It’s good to be home.”
Hoseok snuggles his head back onto Jicheol's chest, his warm body making Hoseok feel like falling asleep again, but is interrupted when they hear the soft patter something landing on the bed by them, a meow quickly following.
Hoseok huffs out a little laugh, "is that Mau or Kong Kong?"
Jicheol chuckles back as he looks his way towards the sound of the meow.
"Take your guess."
"Hm, Kong Kong?"
Hoseok turns head to the other side, a white fluffy face near his own sitting down, making Hoseok startle a little with a "oh" while Mau is sitting by Jicheol's head on the other pillow, pawing at Jicheol's messy hair making Jicheol bring his hand up to play fight with the little paw.
"Half right. They need to be fed soon."
Hoseok closed his eyes as he groans. "You just fucked me so hard I can barely even move Hyung, you really expect me to get up right now?"
"Well, you did tell me to "ruin you". Jicheol look back down to Hoseok, air quoting with his free hand. "That's on you."
"Aish, don't use my words against me, I was horny." Hoseok groans even more as he hits Jicheol on his chest making the older groan in his laugh. He hugs Jicheol tighter while the two furballs lay down in their spots comfortably, both falling asleep on their fabrics on the bed. "I just want this moment right now."
Jicheol lowers his laugh to small huff as he wraps Hoseok in his arms, keeping him close. "I won't complain about that."
Hoseok smiles as he closes his eyes again, letting sleep take over once again in Jicheol's warm embrace, Jicheol following suit soon after because he's not going anywhere anytime soon. But that's fine.
They got all the time in the world.