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Some Things Just Make Sense (And One of Those Is You and I)

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They met at a bar, Hoseok laid eyes on a short blonde who was surrounded by others dressed similarly to himself: skinny jeans, snapbacks, and basketball shoes that probably never actually saw a court and cost more than Hoseok’s rent. They may all have had the same style, but the blonde was the one who caught his eye.

Within twenty minutes the two were in the bathroom of the dingy dive bar, making out in a stall. Yoongi, Hoseok learned his name only moments before they ended up in the bathroom, was rough. His kisses were all teeth and tongue and the grip he kept on Hoseok was tight, almost bruising.

“Let’s go to my place.” Yoongi whispered into Hoseok’s ear. All it took was a nod before the two of them take off.

 

This is how Hoseok finds himself in the other man’s bed two years later. He stretches as he rolls over on his side, taking in the view in front of him. Yoongi’s naked back is to him and Hoseok can’t help but smirk at the nail marks running down from his shoulders to his lower back. He almost wants to reach out and run his fingers over the scratches, but instead he lets out a sigh and stands up. He can’t wake the other up and he definitely can’t stay and chit-chat. That’s how people catch feelings and he and Yoongi have an agreement. No feelings. No strings attached. That’s how they both like it and that’s how they’ll keep it.

Hoseok shimmies into his pants and slips on his shirt as he tries not to wince at the dull pain in his lower back. No matter how many times they’d done this, Yoongi still made it feel like the first time and Hoseok doesn’t know if he loves or hates that. He isn’t going to dwell on it, isn’t going to think about it, because once he steps outside of the other man’s bedroom he and Min Yoongi are hardly even acquaintances.

He makes his way from the other’s bedroom to the living room, stopping only to slip on his white converse. He wonders for a moment how many times he’s done this, how this became routine for him, because he hears Namjoon yelling out a ‘bye Hoseok!’ from the kitchen. He hears Seokjin, Namjoon’s boyfriend, giggle before saying his goodbye, as well. He and Yoongi aren’t even friends, so he wonders at what point he became so comfortable here that he knows Yoongi’s roommates by name or when he got the courage to let himself in and out of the two bedroom apartment without being escorted. He isn’t rude, though, so he offers his own goodbye before he leaves the two bedroom behind along with Min Yoongi.

 

He arrives at his own apartment only five minutes later, it’s a short walk and an even shorter drive. He supposes that’s why he likes what he and Yoongi have. It’s easy and convenient and extremely close to his own home, so even if he’s drunk he can find his way home without any problems. He kicks off his own shoes and grunts when he hears his roommate, Jimin, and his boyfriend, Jungkook, laughing in the kitchen. He didn’t walk away from one happy couple just to walk in on another.

“Jungkook, stop it!” Jimin snorts and Hoseok looks up just in time to see the two younger men splashing water at each other while washing dishes.

“You stop it!” Jungkook retorts and Hoseok has half a mind to throw his shoe at them. Instead he decides to clear his throat. “Oh! Hyung, you’re home!”

“Were you at Yoongi’s?” Jimin asks, even though he already knows the answer. Hoseok nods and Jimin offers him his famous smile. “How was that?”

“It was how it always is, Jimin.” Hoseok rolls his eyes at his roommate, earning a pout in return.

“C’mon, no progress?” Jungkook asks.

It’s almost annoying how much Hoseok and Yoongi’s friends want them to date, they don’t understand that the two of them have a good thing going. Hoseok doesn’t want to mess it up by getting feelings involved. It’s pointless, anyway, because they’re not compatible at all. Hoseok is bubbly and friendly with everyone, Hoseok is nice. Yoongi is not. Yoongi is mean and brooding, he’s quiet and anti-social, only going out when he’s performing or when one of his three friends are. To be honest, Hoseok doesn’t know any more about Yoongi than the fact that he’s a rapper and hates the world. He doesn’t even know when the other’s birthday is. He has a general idea, some time at the end of February or early March because he vaguely remembers spending the night with Yoongi and having great sex all day and night for his past two birthdays around that time, but he couldn’t tell you the exact day. Two years of this song and dance and he doesn’t even know Yoongi’s birthday, how fucked up is that? Hoseok will shrug it off and say that it’s not a big deal because they’re not even friends. They’re just two people who share a mutual attraction to each other. Nothing more. Nothing less.

 

He gets a text later that night.

Yoongi: You up?

Jung Hoseok: Yeah. What’s up?

Yoongi: Last minute performance came up. You wanna come out to watch?

 

Hoseok sighs and glances at the clock. It’s 10:30 and usually when Yoongi performs it isn’t until after midnight, he’s always the main event. As much as Hoseok likes going to the other man’s shows, he’s tired and he has an exam in the morning. He doesn’t particularly feel like going out, so unfortunately he has to opt out. He snaps a photo of himself without a shirt on, making the sexiest face he can muster as an apology.

 

Jung Hoseok: Not tonight, but good luck.

Jung Hoseok: [Image sent]

Jung Hoseok: Just a little confidence booster for later ;)

 

Downtown Yoongi grins as he opens up the photo. He would have liked to have Hoseok there after the performance to relieve a little post-show stress, but he supposes that he can use the photo to get himself off later on and he’ll take what he can get.

He likes Hoseok. Not in a romantic way, but in a way where he can actually be around the other for more than five minutes without wanting to kill him. Though, he supposes they don’t spend more than five minutes together without one or both of them naked, so that might help a little bit. Hoseok is hot, anyone can see that, but he’s also good at not asking questions or getting too personal. He’s out of the apartment before Yoongi wakes up in the mornings and doesn’t get upset if the two of them spend the entire night together without muttering one word to each other. Hoseok is simple and Yoongi appreciates it.

Yoongi only performs four or five songs, he keeps it quick because he wants to get back home. Namjoon and Jiho couldn’t come out with him tonight, so he’s alone in public and that makes him more uncomfortable than he’d like to admit. Yoongi isn’t social, he doesn’t like to meet people and he doesn’t like to mingle with the crowd. That’s why as soon as he’s off stage, he’s out the back door and on his way to his car.

He’s almost to the car, he has his hand in his pocket reaching for the keys, when he feels something heavy on top of him. He falls to the ground and groans in pain. He tries to pick himself up and yell at whoever fell on him, but they’re off running in the other direction before he even notices the blood pooling around himself. Once his eyes land on the puddle, he feels a sting in his side and suddenly loses the strength he had. It’s hot, so hot he wishes he could take off all of his clothes because the heat is unbearable, but he can’t move. Did he get stabbed? He reaches down to his side to make sure, whining softly when he brings his hand up to see it covered in blood. He needs to get to a hospital, he’s starting to feel the heat dig deeper inside of him and he knows that it has to be a pretty deep wound because he won’t stop bleeding.

The last thing he does before passing out is call Namjoon.



Hoseok hasn’t heard from Yoongi in a week. Usually they’ll go a few days without talking, but never a week. They’re both too sexually charged to go so long without each other. Something must be wrong, that or maybe Yoongi has met someone else to fool around with. The thought actually makes Hoseok laugh out loud because the idea of Yoongi even speaking to someone else is ridiculous. He sighs as he pulls out his phone, deciding it's been too long and quite honestly, Hoseok just wants to fuck.

 

Jung Hoseok: Hi.

Yoongi: Hey there.

Jung Hoseok: You have time tonight?

Yoongi: Yeah, probably. I can't really go anywhere, but you can come here if you want. Be warned- Seokjin is being a crazy mom right now...it's so annoying.

Jung Hoseok: Lol crazy mom??

Yoongi: I got stabbed at that show a week ago and apparently it's pretty bad. Idk I just got home from the hospital yesterday and Jin won't stop fussing over me. The doctor said I can still fuck, but you'll probably have to ride me because I can't disturb my stitches by moving around too much.

Jung Hoseok: You got fucking stabbed?!

 

Hoseok doesn't know why he's upset, but he'll say it's probably because his fuck buddy may or may not be out of commission. He isn’t completely heartless and he is a decent human being so he worries, but only a little bit. The younger man frowns before hopping out of bed and slipping on a pair of joggers and a t-shirt. He doesn’t even say bye to his roommate before he leaves the apartment and drives to Yoongi’s place.

When he gets to Yoongi’s apartment, he doesn’t even knock, he just uses the spare key taped to the light next to the door and lets himself in. Namjoon looks up from his spot on the couch, confused for only a moment, before he registers that it’s only Hoseok and goes back to writing in his notebook.

“Don’t forget to tape the key back before you leave tomorrow.” He mumbles as Hoseok toes off his shoes, but the barely older boy doesn’t respond. Instead he makes his way straight to Yoongi’s room and swings the door open. Yoongi is sitting upright with his shirt pulled over his shoulder as Seokjin cleans the wounded area. It looks bad, Hoseok thinks, and he wonders how it looked the night Yoongi got stabbed. He chews on his lower lip as he thinks about how he rejected the other’s offer to go to the performance. If he had been there, maybe this wouldn’t have happened and the younger man almost feels guilty.

“Hi, Hoseok. I’m just about done here.” Seokjin says as he rubs ointment on Yoongi’s irritated skin. “If you guys are going to have sex, please be careful. I’m worried that Yoongi’s stitches might be infected.”

Hoseok nods in response as Seokjin stands and offers him a smile. There’s an awkward pause before Seokjin just nods and makes his past Hoseok out of the bedroom. For a moment, Hoseok stands in the center of the room, eyeing the brunette rapper. He won’t admit it out loud, but with Yoongi sitting in his bed with his natural hair color and looking ten pounds lighter than usual, Hoseok thinks he looks vulnerable and kind of cute. He’d used many words in the past to describe Min Yoongi - hot, sexy, a walking wet-dream, but never cute. Cute just seemed too lovey dovey for Hoseok’s taste.

“Hey, babe.” Yoongi greets him with a raised eyebrow and Hoseok snorts before making his way to the bed. He sits at the edge because he isn’t quite sure how close he can get, yet, and pulls his legs to his chest.

“Hi.” Hoseok mumbles, unsure of why he feels so awkward all of the sudden. It’s not like anything is different for them so he chalks it up to sympathy and tells himself he just needs to get laid for everything to be normal again. “How’re you feeling?”

“Kinda shitty, but I think you can make that better.” Yoongi smirks and pats the spot next to him. “I got stabbed, I’m not sick with the bubonic plague so you can sit next to me if you want.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes before crawling to the spot next to the rapper and grins, leaning forward so that he can meet the other half way for a kiss. It was supposed to be a quick peck, but Yoongi pulls Hoseok by the back of the head so that he’s straddling him and before Hoseok can protest they’re locked in a heated makeout session. Hoseok whines into the elder’s mouth before grinding downwards onto Yoongi’s crotch. He smirks when he receives a groan in response.

“Even when you’re crippled you can get hard for me, huh?”

Yoongi is easy, Hoseok thinks, because it doesn’t take much to turn the other man on. Hell, Hoseok can be doing nothing and have Yoongi as putty in his hands if he wanted to. Hoseok thinks it’s their chemistry, how their entire relationship dynamic is based on one thing and one thing alone. Everything between the two of them is based on sex and that’s how Hoseok likes it. So as he rips off his own shirt while the older man grips his ass and kneads the flesh there, he thinks that nothing could ruin what the two of them have. Not Yoongi getting stabbed, not their annoying roommates, and especially not the stupid feelings that most people would have caught by now.

And when he’s sliding down Yoongi’s cock, one hand wrapped around the other’s throat and the other balled into the sheets, he’s ecstatic to know that things between the two of them will never change.

 

Things do change, though, because the next morning when he usually sneaks out of the bedroom as the elder sleeps, he finds Yoongi already awake and watching TV. Seokjin is cleaning Yoongi’s stitches again and Hoseok has the decency to be embarrassed that he and Yoongi are both naked from the night before.

“Oh! Good morning, Hoseok!” Seokjin chirps when he notices the younger man is awake. “I just finished making breakfast, so go ahead and help yourself. I’m just cleaning Yoongi up here before we eat.”

“Oh, no...that’s okay.” Hoseok smiles awkwardly and clears his throat. “I can’t, uh, get up until you leave, though. I’m a little...indecent at the moment.”

Yoongi laughs at that, but winces when Seokjin accidentally pushes down on his wound.

“Sorry!” Seokjin mumbles to both of them before standing and smiling. “Well, I’ll let you guys get dressed, but I hope you stay for breakfast!”

With that he turns on his heel and exits the bedroom. Hoseok clears his throat before throwing the blanket off of himself and searching the floor for his clothes.

“You can borrow something of mine.” Yoongi offers and Hoseok stills from his spot on the floor. He looks up at Yoongi, who is now standing above him and smirking. “But while you’re down there…”

Hoseok rolls his eyes before standing up and placing his hands on his hips.

“Just...give me some clothes, I have to get back home soon.”

“Stay with me.” Yoongi says quietly as he makes his way into the walk in closet in the corner of his room. “I mean, Seokjin and Namjoon are going to Jin’s parents’ house for the week and I’m going to be bored...stay with me for a little while so I don’t die of boredom.”

And while Hoseok would usually flat out refuse, he does feel a small fraction of guilt for not being with Yoongi the night of the show, so he takes the sweatpants offered to him and nods before following the elder into the living room.

 

Namjoon and Seokjin are just as annoying and sickeningly sweet as Jimin and Jungkook, Hoseok learns.

“Baby, you can’t just- no! Namjoon!” Seokjin laughs as Namjoon tries his best to clean up the plate of food he’d dropped on the floor.

“Fucking idiot.” Yoongi snorts as he shoves a piece of toast in his mouth. “How hard is it to get a cloth and wipe up your mess?”

“Apparently it’s harder than mechanical engineering.” Seokjin teases as he leans down to help Namjoon clean.

“Mechanical engineering? Is that your major?” Hoseok asks and Namjoon nods with a pout as his lover shoos him out of the kitchen. “Oh! That’s my roommate’s boyfriend’s major, as well.”

“Who’s your roommate’s boyfriend?” Namjoon asks as he sits down next to Hoseok with a smile.

“Jeon Jungkook he’s a sophomore, do you know him?”

“Oh! He’s in one of the classes I assist in. He’s pretty smart.” Namjoon tells him and Hoseok nods.

“Yeah, that kid is a golden child. Super athletic, super smart, super talented in everything he does. It’s kind of annoying, but I like him because he treats my roommate well.”

“Namjoon treats Seokjin well, too.” Yoongi says, although really he feels like it doesn’t do anything to add to the conversation. He just wants to have his voice heard and Hoseok wonders if the other is more talkative around his roommates than he is with his fuck buddy.

“These are the most words I’ve ever heard you speak.” Hoseok jokes and Yoongi shrugs at that before reaching across the table and stealing the toast on the fresh plate Seokjin brings out for Namjoon.

Hoseok watches as the three interact, Seokjin dotes on the other two hand and foot and if he didn’t know better he might wonder just who Seokjin was dating. Yoongi offers Seokjin smiles that Hoseok has never seen and Namjoon seems to not care at all how easily Seokjin leans in to fix Yoongi’s bangs or to just be in his personal space in general.

“How long have you guys been dating?” Hoseok asks Namjoon in an attempt to draw attention to the fact that Seokjin and Namjoon are indeed a couple.

“Two years? Ish.” Namjoon says with a shrug and Yoongi snorts.

“You guys have been dating for almost four years, idiot.”

“You’re both wrong.” Seokjin says with a pout, plopping down into Namjoon’s lap and smirking when the younger man lets out an ‘oomph’. “It’s been three years and three months.”

“Really? Has it been that long?” Namjoon asks, furrowing his eyebrows as he uses his hand to count how long he’d been courting the elder. “Oh, shit, you’re right. We just celebrated our anniversary.”

“Wow, you’re the best boyfriend in the world.” Yoongi tells him before clearing his throat. “What time are you guys taking off and when are you coming back?”

“We’ll probably leave in an hour or so and we’ll be back on Monday before Namjoon’s first class.” Seokjin says, reaching over to pinch Namjoon’s cheek. “My baby’s gotta get his education, after all.”

Namjoon swats lazily at Seokjin’s hand before he catches it in his own and brings it to his lips.

“Oh! Jin’s parents have a graduation gift for you, Yoongi. It’s pretty fucking cool.” Namjoon perks up and Seokjin whines.

“It was supposed to be a surprise! We’re not even supposed to give it to him until he actually graduates.”

“Graduation is in a couple of months, I can take an early gift.” Yoongi says with a smile before glancing at Hoseok. “Jin’s parents are loaded as fuck and they love me to death. Way more than they like Namjoon.”

“You graduate this semester?” Is all Hoseok can take away from the conversation and Yoongi nods. “How did I not know that?”

“Well, I guess it never really came up.” Yoongi shrugs before clapping a hand down on Hoseok’s thigh.

“What is your major?” Hoseok asks as he picks at the fingers resting on his leg.

“Psychology. I doubt I’m actually going to use my degree, though. I make plenty of money rapping...I just came to school to keep my parents from murdering me.”

Suddenly Hoseok has a million and one questions for Yoongi. Like does he come from money? Why psychology? What is he going to do after he graduates? What’s going to happen to them and their arrangement?

And Hoseok suddenly feels the urge to run because this is how it starts. When you start asking questions and learning about someone else, that’s how you get attached. Two years and Hoseok has skated by without catching any sort of feelings for the older man, so why is he suddenly so curious about what Yoongi is doing? Why does he feel a hint of jealousy every time Seokjin brings up something about Yoongi that Hoseok doesn’t know. He glances around the kitchen and shakes his head. No, no, no. This is a misunderstanding, that’s all. He can’t start having feelings for Yoongi overnight, that’s not how it works. Once Seokjin and Namjoon leave, he and Yoongi will fuck one more time before Hoseok takes off, too. And when he leaves, he’ll forget all about how Yoongi is a psych major and about how the other man seems to know more than four words. He’ll forget about his guilt for not being there when Yoongi was stabbed and he’ll forget about the stupid thoughts he had while sitting in on this breakfast.

That’s what he’ll do.

Because there's no romance with Hoseok and Yoongi, they have an arrangement and it works. That is, until it doesn't anymore.