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Why exactly did they agree to this?
Yoongi wonders around that thought as Hoseok’s buttoning his shirt, whistling between his lips. Yoongi’s sat with his knees high to his chest on Hoseok’s bed, already begrudgingly in his clothes for the night, shifting through the tightness of his jeans, tugging at his collar after already undoing two buttons. Hoseok’s too calm, for god sake. Too calm for what this actually involves. A night out with their friends. Together. Drunk. Partying. Not being able to touch one another.
“We don’t have to,” Yoongi announces, watching Hoseok’s brow quirk. “I mean— like, if you don’t want to. We can stay in, get a takeout and that.”
“Yoongi,” Hoseok teases softly, brushing their fingertips together until they connect. Yoongi groans, as if unwilling to the touch when Hoseok knows it’s damn well the opposite. He smirks at that, crouching to bump their noses, feeling Yoongi’s scrunch stubbornly. “We haven’t been out in so long, baby. They’ll know somethings up, as much as I wanna stay in with you,” he kisses the apples of his cheeks, and Yoongi leans to the touch, warmth maturing in his chest. “—And hold you,” another kiss, “—And allow you to get all soft and clingy, like when we’re in the shower and you get all whiny and keep licking at my neck—“
Yoongi punches at his chest, pushing Hoseok back as he’s laughing. “Cmon’ we need to see our friends, it’s one night, okay? You can handle one night without touching me, hm?”
Yoongi’s silent in thought, his tongue poked to his inner cheek as his humming draws out lazily. “S’gonna be real fucking hard, Hobi.”
Hoseok’s laughing bubbles, Yoongi’s acts of boldness tend to be rather random, taking the boy back no matter how many times it becomes an occurrence. “I know baby, it’s part of the fun though, right?”
“I hate you.”
…
No,
He hates this.
He knew it would be hard, but this is fucking torturous. It comes with overthinking; when their shoulders bump is anyone suspecting anything? Hoseok’s arm around his shoulder for group photos, or the ruffling he gives his hair when he finds something hilarious. It’s only been two hours and secretly the two are counting down the moments until they can finally just—
“Couldn’t wait?” Yoongi pants, pressed against the cubical walls. He’s grinning, dragging his fingers through Hoseok’s hair as he’s being hiked higher, Hoseok’s knee brushing against his crotch. “—ah, this was your idea, baby.”
Hoseok’s kissing him, hungrily tasting the inside of his mouth. It’s a mess; clanking of teeth, the stench of booze, the taste, the heat surfacing from their skin. He knows this is all they can do right now, hungry kisses and rather embarrassing bodily humping. But god, “I hate this.”
“It’s one day—“ Yoongi gasps, biting his lip when Hoseok’s pushing his tee past his stomach, brushing over his nipples and he’s bending down, latching his teeth to the skin around his nipple. “Fuck—Hoseokah,” he tips his head, trying to swallow his groans. The music’s pounding, violently knocking the walls of the club, there’s another couple in here too. Fucking in the cubical beside them, the smack of skin, high pitched whines and Yoongi wants nothing more than to be like that, to be in that position.
Why exactly does so desperately to be fucked in a dingy club cubical?
He kisses over the fresh hickey he’s left behind, and Yoongi’s panting, flushed around his cheeks and Hoseok draws his thumb to his bottom lip. Kissing Yoongi’s cheek and allowing their foreheads to rest together. “—should keep you going, right?”
Yoongi latches his hands to Hoseok’s shirt, uncaring for the creases he’ll leave behind. “Nn, fuck you. You’re killing me.”
“Boo hoo,” Hoseok speaks carelessly, pulling the latch on the cubical door. Yoongi steps out first, cautiously before arranging his clothes in the mirror. He jumps a little at Hoseok’s chest to his back, looking at their reflections rather than Yoongi himself, “A few more hours, you can do it right?”
Yoongi huffs, “You’re fucking me when we get home.”
“Good boy,” he says, patting Yoongi’s ass playfully. Yoongi glares as Hoseok backs away, whistling between his teeth. “Those jeans though, baby. God, I love you.”
…
He’d managed to prepare himself somewhat, to act like nothing more than friends. It’s fine, okay he supposes because there’s moments where Hoseok slips his hand to rest on Yoongi’s thigh from under the table. Where he manages to maintain conversation so easily whilst he’s gripping the inside of Yoongi’s thigh.
Fuck, he loves him.
Taehyung’s hiccuping on Jimin’s lap, resting his cheek there and Yoongi bursts in fear that Taehyung can see them. Hoseok grips his knee before Yoongi can even say anything. He’s grateful, really. But still, there’s that aftermath of guilt. They’d both agreed on this secrecy, it was best to, right? Dating your sisters ex isn’t exactly the most acceptable move in the books. But Yoongi had spent too long hating himself over it, Hoseok had too. It wasn’t natural to want this so badly, was it?
They’d shared glances when Hoseok had been dating her, there’d been … moments that Yoongi had to physically remove himself from before it became out of his hands.
But he couldn’t help it.
Realising that the overriding wave of nerves whenever he and Hoseok had winded up alone was more than just thinking he was cute,
He liked him. He’d had a crush on Hoseok longer than his consciousness could recall and now, now he loves him. Is in love with him so fucking much that life without him, without each other isn’t really an option anymore. It’s just not that simple.
Besides, it’s not as though Yoora really liked Hoseok. Not truly; Hoseok was simply like jumping a hurdle for her to get over an ex. A rebound and Yoongi know from the very start. They were together only shortly; three months to be exact before Yoora made the concious decision to retreat back to her ex. She never really informed Hoseok. Not until it was too late, where Hoseok spotted the two on his way to work one morning.
Maybe that’s why Yoongi's guilt could eventually dissipate. Sadly, his sister never treated Hoseok well. Not how he deserved to be treated.
Yoongi gives him that, you see.
…
“You know I love you, right?”
Yoongi hums lazily from beneath, his hair outspread on pillows. His eyes are a little hazed, soft from the kick of alcohol and his hand rests to Hoseok’s chest. Fingers brushing over his tattoo; the large blooming rose stark against his skin. He draws his fingers down the entirety of it, all the way across half of his chest, carefully and cleverly wielded around his nipple. “I know,” he confirms, his eyes drawing shut when Hoseok’s pulling back. The heat is unbearable, the girth and movement of his cock is terrifying because it feels so fucking normal. It’s natural to be connected to Hoseok, it always has been.
“There’s nothing wrong about this,” he states, continuing a steady pace. He can hear how Yoongi’s stirring, feels blunt nails drag across his skin and Hoseok pants, blinking when there’s a strand of hair falling to his face. “About us, because Yoora—”
At that, Yoongi turns to have his cheek facing him. Eyes still tightly shut, “Please don’t talk about my sister when your dick is inside of me.”
Hoseok giggles at that, lowering to have their noses brushing. Yoongi’s reluctant to the touch, not for long though. His hands wrap around Hoseok’s neck, and he brings him down for a series of kisses. Hoseok’s thighs smack against his ass, and Yoongi splutters, moaning into his lovers mouth. He tightens his legs around Hoseok, angling his hips to drive his cock in further and Yoongi’s moan is insatiable, no hint of shame as his head tips back, exposing his throat for Hoseok to latch his teeth to.
…
“Do you not think it’s weird?” Yoongi’s commenting, still trying to regain his breathing. Hoseok looks over at him from his shoulder, tossing the tied condom into the trash. Yoongi sits up now, tee slouched over his shoulder and blotched redness all over the span of his throat and neck. He shrugs for no apparent reason, finding himself uncertain and a little shy. “Us, together. You were with my sister after all, they won’t understand.”
“Do you think it’s weird?”
Yoongi shakes his head, “It feels normal,” he pouts, gnawing on his thumb. “Do I feel bad that it feels normal? A little, but you’re happy with me, right? And I’m happy with you.”
Hoseok smiles warmly, leaning to kiss his boyfriend who tilts his head to the incoming touch. “Then there’s nothing to worry about, it’s been five months, babe. I’m in this for the long run, yeah?”
…
They find themselves in … predicaments over the next few weeks. Challenges that question the safety and necessity of a secret relationship.
Where you left me horny and sad this morning so the only way I can relieve myself is by sexting you from underneath the table … around our friends.
They’re at the restaurant during Jimin’s lunch break, Jeongguk’s glaring at the slice of red velvet cake presented to him. “The food here is always ridiculously overpriced, I’m a twenty-year old male with skewered priorities on comics rather than groceries. How can I possibly afford this—“
“Shut up, it’s on me.” Jimin says, pushing at his shoulder and Jeongguk’s face lights up. Jimin decides to keep the cake as an act of gratitude, not because it was leftovers or anything. “Seriously though, Guk. Taehyungah can’t keep covering you, sometimes you’re gonna have to go a month or two without buying an obscene amount of comic books. I know, an absolute travesty, right?”
Taehyung chuckles at this from behind biting at his thumb, practically watching Jimin’s sarcastically given advice wash from Jeongguk’s system. His interest far heavier in the dessert. “It’s not so bad, I told his mom I’d look after him out in Seoul, anyway. Even if he does have a habit of leaving wet towels all over the fuckin’ bathroom floor.” Taehyung looks ahead to Yoongi who has his head down, his lips between his teeth, “Yoongi hyung’s lived with Jeonggukie briefly, right?”
They all wait for a response, even Hoseok who kicks at Yoongi’s shin. “—Fuck, huh? Jeongguk? Yeah, a fucking pain to live with at first but you get used to him, he’s pretty easy on the eyes too.”
Hoseok cocks his head, the rest laugh.
“Are you flirting with me, hyung?” Jeongguk jokes, leaning past Jimin’s frame to his reaction. Yoongi sits back in his seat, attempts to rest his foot on the chair until Jimin’s hissing and batting it away.
“What? No—“ he panics, seeing Hoseok’s amused expression. A smirk and his chin resting in the palm of his hand, “I’m talking about the amount of girls you’d either bring back to my apartment or kindly turn down,” he pauses, swiping his thumb over the frosting of Jeongguk’s cake. “Always did prefer a manlier frame, didn’t you, Guk? Never once heard you through the walls when it was a girl, but when it was a guy, oh jeez—“
“Shut up!”
Jimin and Taehyung burst in giggles, tugging at Jeongguk’s hair and swiping frosting to his nose. Yoongi presses his chin into his chest, retreating to his phone much like Hoseok.
Hoseok:
Easy on the eyes huh?
I’m almost jealous hyung
Yoongi:
Shut up you know what I meant
Now can we return to our previous convo??
Hoseok:
About you wanting me in your mouth RIGHT now ?
Mm I wish
Yoongi:
Then lets leave
Leave rn and I swear I’ll give you the best fucking blowjob
Hoseok:
Hyung what are you doing to me
As much as I wanna feel you around my cock u know I cant
I have work after this & so do you!!
Yoongi:
Hmm work or your dick the decision is so hard
Hoseok:
Don’t be a slut
Yoongi:
Fuck off you love it
Hoseok:
Mm I do you’re right baby
But what if I wanna blow you too?
Yoongi:
We’ll take turns
Hoseok:
We don’t have time for that
Yoongi:
Well make time.
U practically dry humped me this morning against the kitchen counter & I was in agony
Asshole. now give me your dick
Hoseok snorts out loud, pressing the back of his hand to his nose. “Amazing,” he chimes, brushing his hair back from his forehead in a little fluster. His friends all watch, Yoongi too with a bitten thumb to mask his smirk. “S’just Namjoon,” he excuses, waving his phone only briefly. “You know how he is.”
“You sure it’s just Namjoon?” Taehyung comments,
Hoseok nods and confidently says, “Well who else would it be?” And really, nobody has an answer lined up. All besides Yoongi who sits with an achingly awaiting grin to form.
…
Where it was a late night and the only chance we get to see each other, I sucked you off from the backseat of my car and somehow you end up leaving a fucking sock behind
“Yoongi—“ Hoseok says, biting at the inside of his cheek. He’s got his hand through Yoongi’s hair, accommodating to the elders bobbing. Yoongi hums in response, the vibrations running straight through Hoseok’s dick and he hisses, pushing the boys head down further. “I said—mm, I wanna s, suck you off too.”
Yoongi pulls off with a smack, and Hoseok wants nothing more than to run his thumb over his bottom lip. Wet with saliva and precum. “We spoke about that two days ago, I thought you were over it.”
Hoseok tuts, pushing at his shoulder. “Turn around, ass facing me.”
Yoongi only puts up a fight for a brief moment, awkwardly manoeuvring across the leather seats. They’re in the parking lot of Yoongi’s apartment complex, around a rather sparse corner in hopes of not being caught. It’s late after all; past eleven and the sky’s draped black. It’s unlikely they’ll be caught. Hoseok had been caught up with work, Yoongi too and god, this isn’t ideal and Yoongi would’ve never have guessed he’d be doing this in the backseat of his goddamn car. He’d been agitated and felt clingy and desperate, had picked Hoseok up from work on a whim and well, here they are.
He’s wriggling out of his jeans with Hoseok’s help, down to his thighs because that’s as far as they can go in this position. Doesn’t matter anyway, Hoseok kinds of loves the restraint his lover has. Yoongi does too, although he’s quiet on the subject. His underwear joins his jeans, and Hoseok roams his hands over the boys ass. Yoongi stirs, seeing Hoseok’s cock against his stomach, still in very much need of attention.
“I love your ass, baby.”
“I know you do.”
Hoseok laughs at that, sucking a hickey to his left cheek. Yoongi arches his back, draws his fingernails over the leather and groans. “Mm, d’you want me to suck you or eat you out—“
“Eat me out,” Yoongi declares hastily, already positioning himself so his ass his high, his cheek rests to Hoseok’s thigh and his hand around the base of his cock. “Please, m’clean.”
“You’re so cute.”
…
“Why is one of Hobi hyung’s obscenely ridiculous weed socks in the back of your car?”
Taehyung’s lifting his ass from the seat to pull the sock and dangle it in confusion. Seokjin turns from over his shoulder in the passenger seat, “Yeah, that’s definitely Hoseok’s.”
Yoongi tries to concentrate on his driving, but he feels the two glare. Today the universe isn’t on Yoongi’s side, it doesn’t favour the boy because they’ve reached a stop light. Giving Yoongi no excuse whatsoever. He grips the stirring wheel, mentally cursing the absolute dumbass because who the fuck leaves one sock in a car? Why were his socks even off in the first place? “Let me see,” Yoongi says, trying to buy himself some time.
Taehyung stretches his arm in front, the sock almost brushing Yoongi’s nose. God. He has to think of something, something believable for such an insane situation. He pretends as though he’s inspecting the sock, and when the idea finally snaps in his head he tuts, the lights turning green. “That asshole, I let him borrow my car for one night, god knows what he’s gotten up to back there.”
Taehyung practically jumps from his seat and Seokjin snorts, watching him cautiously lift his feet from the ground. “I’ll have it cleaned,” Yoongi says, his voice almost shattering.
…
It’s a night where they’re huddled on Yoongi’s sofa, stuffed from their takeout and Yoongi’s running his fingers over Hoseok’s tattoo again. “Don’t you find it mad that nobody even knows you have this?”
“You do.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes at this, “I mean your friends. You’ve had this since you were like nineteen, right? How haven’t they seen your bare chest since then.”
Hoseok shrugs, combing his hand through Yoongi’s hair. He kisses the crown of his head, focusing idly on the TV. “Guess they were never lucky enough.”
“God, you’re a sleaze.” Yoongi laughs, sitting upright and in Hoseok’s lap. Hoseok holds his waist, smiling upwards to the boy. “Hoseokah, I think we need to talk.”
His jaw snaps open at this, a hand to his chest. “Oh my god, are you breaking up with me?”
“Shut up, I mean about this. About us. I had an … issue today, you left one of your stupid fuckin’ socks in my car and—no, that wasn’t even the issue. It was the fact it was so easy for me to lie about it, I don’t like that. It doesn’t feel … right.”
“—my sock! No, I mean yeah I understand. It’s weird isn’t it? A part of you wants to keep it secret and another part just wants to scream it to the world.”
Yoongi’s nod is small, he shifts in Hoseok’s lap, his tee falling over his shoulder and Hoseok smoothes his hand around the bare skin. “Are you ashamed of me?”
“…Never, babe I’m doing this for you. It’s a lot to take, right? You’re scared how your family are gonna react, your sister—“
“I don’t care that much about that. I barely talk to noona, she’d moved back to Daegu with her beloved boyfriend so it’s not as though we see her. We never really got on, anyway. I just mean … our friends, do you think they’ll hate us?”
Hoseok coos softly, pressing his thumb to Yoongi’s lips. “How could they ever hate you, huh? Besides, what really matters is us. Initially I know it wasn’t ideal, how I felt about you when I was dating noona was … wrong. But nothing happened between us then, I was just harbouring some crush. But now we’re here. We’re together and I love you, okay?”
“I love you too,” he says, murmuring against Hoseok’s lips—
“—Holy fuck, I knew it!”
...
Jeongguk's almost in hysterics. Whether it's from awkwardness or general humour, it's bound to be somewhere in between. "Fuck, way to keep it in the family hyung,"
His words cut short when Yoongi's almost storming from his position, but Hoseok reaches for Yoongi's wrist, pulling him back against his chest. Yoongi's writhing, his fists clenched and Hoseok can't deny he's a little fucking pissed too.
Five months, they'd managed this. All for it to be so easily discovered by an unlocked fucking door.
"Jung Hoseok," Yoongi starts, teeth clenched. "Let me go, now."
"Mm, no." Hoseok says carelessly, barely running over the thought. Yoongi's trapped between Hoseok's legs, with Hoseok's arm hooked around his stomach. "If I let you go, you'll"
"Kill him."
Jeongguk's laughter forms again, much more on the side of anxiousness.
Hoseok's calm though, nodding softly and rubbing at Yoongi's stomach. "Yes, you'll kill him. So why don't you just stay here and calm down, hmm?"
Jeongguk gains a little more confidence, finding gratitude in Hoseok's soothing words. Yoongi's settled somewhat, and Jeongguk shuffles with alert eyes to the arm chair, across from the two. "Relax, hyung I was just fucking with you," he pauses, "Mm, maybe that's Hobi hyung's job."
"You really don't help yourself, huh?" Hoseok says, already feeling Yoongi tense. "Once I let him go, I can't be responsible for what happens. You know what he's like, you've lived with him for christ sake."
"I'm just saying," he shrugs, pouting. "Whatever, you act like it's a big deal. It really isn't. We've known Yoongi hyung's had the biggest crush on you for what feels like fuckin' eternity. The tension between you two when Yoora noona was around was unbearable. I'm almost relieved you're fucking and in love."
Hoseok eases Yoongi to sit beside him, gripping his thigh firmly. Yoongi's still got a tight upper lip, but his eyes have softnened at Jeongguk's no doubtably but true, words.
Jeongguk's kicking his feet up to the arm chair, and Yoongi almost flinches at the scuff of dirt on the bottom of his boots. "You're better suited," he says, pointing at the two and nodding to himself. "Yeah, noona always smelt so sickly sweet and she'd always lick her thumb and rub the corner of my mouth like I was a fuckin' child."
Hoseok snorts at that, and Yoongi uncomfortably remembers occassions like that. She'd done it to him when he was a young boy, when she'd actually bothered with him and his existence, you see. They haven't contacted one another in months, and Yoongi wonders why. It's almost too convenient, as if she knows about him, about he and Hoseok. It's weird and highly unlikely but, Yoongi can't stop that shred of fear.
"But Hobi hyung smells just right!" Jeongguk chirps, laughing to himself. "How long has this been going on?"
"Months, like five going on six to be exact and can you get your damn feet off my chair? Your habits irk me."
Jeongguk's eyes bulge, he's sitting straight but staring right at the two, refusing to blink. "Five months? You've managed to keep this hidden for five months? What the fuck, are we all really that oblivious?"
"Because you're all painfully shit at keeping track on your surroundings—"
"—Guk, what are you even doing here?" Yoongi suddenly asks over Hoseok, "I gave you that key for emergancies, so what gives?"
"What kind of emergancies do you think I'll be having?" At that, as if on cue, Jeongguk's stomach groans. It's so loud it cuts through their conversation, and Jeongguk's awkwardly nestling his stomach like a mother.
It makes sense now,
Yoongi's raising, and Hoseok's wary but stays clear. "You little fuck!" Yoongi's voice raises, shrill as he slaps at Jeongguk's shoulder. "You've been eating my food, haven't you? Aye?" He makes repetitive punches to Jeongguk's shoulder, the boy weakly defending himself.
"—Ow, fuck stop! I'm sorry! I feel bad on Taehyungie constantly buying us food and it's so much easier to eat yours than feel guitly over Tae's!"
A little exhausted, Yoongi gives up and shove sat his shoulder. He pushes his hair through his hands, "Fuck, how didn't I know?"
"Because you've been so caught up with Hoseokie hyung, you're barely even here cause he's so obviously fuckin' you at his. Why do you barely fuck at your apartment, it's cute—" Jeongguk chokes, finding Yoongi's hand being slammed over his mouth. Hoseok laughs from afar, and Yoongi turns to face him, Jeongguk's muffled choking behind him.
"Why do we barely hook up here?"
Hoseok shrugs, playing with his hair loosely. "My beds bigger."
"—Urgh, god! You blocked my mouth not my ears, hyung!"
Yoongi stares down to him as he gasps a little, he smirks. "Payback for all the times I heard you choking on someones dick. Now come on, what d'you want to eat. I'll make it."
...
Jeongguk without question, keeps their secret.
But how exactly can it be helped when more incidences arise?
Jimin asking Yoongi to join him for a double date, Yoongi had teasingly played along. Pretended it peaked his interest, only for Hoseok to hastily shut down the request. It was a late night, his body had been supplied with alcohol and he'd put it down to that.
"—he hates that shit, don't you Yoongi hyung? All the wine and candles, restaurants aren't really his thing, remember?"
And in bewilderment, Yoongi had nodded and agreed rather bluntly.
Jealous Hoseok makes up for the best sex though, Jung Hoseok who'd eagerly torn Yoongi from his friends to have him in the back seat of his car. Yoongi had giggles when Hoseok pushed his shirt past his stomach, "Restuarants aren't really my thing? It was for our first date, you ass. You're not, ah fuckin' me in here. No w, way. Not again."
And Hoseok didn't. He'd waited out until they'd reached his apartment of course, and yes,
Jealous Hoseok really is a blessing.
...
Yoongi winces slightly as he returns from work the following morning. Finding Seokjin, Namjoon and Jeongguk in his living room. He says nothing on the matter, just tosses off his coat and satchel and very, very carefully seats himself in the arm chair.
"Rough night?" Seokjin asks.
"You could put it like that, yeah."
Jeongguk snorts a little, quickly covering his mouth. "Sorry, just been one of those days, you know?"
...
Yoongi:
my ass is ruined
i hate you
Hoseok:
i love you too baby!!
so much <3
get an early night, i'll pamper u tmrw ok?
Yoongi:
you better
i want the worlds best massage
all over my ass
Hoseok:
your wish is my command
...
"What the fuck is that?" Seokjin asks, yanking at Yoongi's sweater. "A hickey, no it's not just a hickey, it's a fucking colony of them."
"Big deal," Yoongi groans, readjusting his sweater. He shuffles his hands into his pockets and ducks his chin, avoiding the possibility of any glares from passerbys.
Seokjin stares contiously at his neck, now covered as they walk across the strip of cafes and bakeries. "Who from?"
"Ew, why the hell would you want to know?"
"Do I know him?"
Yes,
"No. I was drunk, was a night out and I got a little carried away with this guy. That's all. Now can we please go and eat? I have to be back at work soon."
Yoongi pulls on the jingling door to their favourite diner, waiting for Seokjin to walk through. But he stands there, eyeing Yoongi suspiciously. "A night out, half of them are faded and half of them are fucking fresh," he points to one that threatens to show. "A night out, you mean this morning, who was it—"
"—oh, shut up hyung. Your expertise doesn't involve the time and date of a fuckin' hickey."
...
"Mm, m' close. Don't stop, don't stop, don't—!"
"—Hobi? Hobi, I'm depressed and tired and lonely, come out here so we can eat this takeout together."
Hoseok stares down in horror, Yoongi's expression mimicks his. "Namjoon," Hoseok breathes in realisation, "Just give me a minute!"
Yoongi's face turns at this, "A minute? You're gonna fuck and then just dump me? What about aftercare, you prick."
"Does it look like I have time for aftercare!"
"Then get off of me," Yoongi whispers sternly, shoving at Hoseok's chest until he stumbles, his dick pushing out.
Somewhere in the distance is the sound of the TV, a clatter of plates and Namjoon humming to himself. Yoongi furrows his brows at Hoseok, "What the fuck?"
"I'm going to shower, so take care of yourself." Yoongi pouts, standing and stroppily making his way to the small ensuite. Hoseok stays there, tired, sweating, his dick still infuriatingly hard and Namjoon's still calling his fucking name. He can already see the outline of Yoongi's frame from behind the shower door. He swallows.
"Joon, just, just make yourself comfortable, yeah? I'm gonna take a shower." With that, Hoseok quickly pushes the large, bedroom windows open. The balcony door and finds some horrificly, abandoned air freshener from underneath his bed.
...
It's happened before, where they'd almost been caught like this and Hoseok had to find himself scaling down a fire escape at eleven at night. In nothing but one of Yoongi's tees and his boxers. It was only a month in, so what else could they do?
Yoongi's mother had sprung a surprise visit on him, it was really the only option they had.
It amazes them how they hadn't stopped this little show from way back then. But it's more than that now, well it always has been more than a casual fuck. They'd made that very clear from the start.
If this was a casual fuck, then they wouldn't partciulary mind being caught. But being in love? Given the circumstances, you can understand its complexities.
...
"I heard you the other day, you know." Jimin says, raising his eyebrows playfully at Hoseok.
Hoseok looks at him oddly, muting their film. "How so?"
Jimin's making a blowjob gesture, and Hoseok can't help but laugh at his efforts. "Guess you forgot about our plans, I could hear you in the living room through the door, hyung."
Hoseok giggles, easily playing with his hair. He's a little shy, after all.
"Were they that good?"
"Yeah, he's pretty fucking amazing, Jimin."
...
It's late, the air presses against Yoongi's skin. He's out on Hoseok's balcony, his arms on the railing and his cheek to resting on them. Down below the city still runs, blaring lights, a distant police siren, laughter from drunk couples.
His shirt blows across the tops of his thighs, Hoseok's enveloping the boy. Bracing his arms around the smaller frame, Yoongi hums softly to the touch. Feeling Hoseok kiss his cheek, his ear and rest his nose to his hair. "You okay?"
"—mm, the best. Stuffed though, that meal was way too good, what the fuck."
Hoseok smiles, "Even if the waiters were total fucking snobs?"
"The steak was worth it."
"And?"
Yoongi turns to see Hoseok over his shoulder, he rolls his eyes. Leaning to kiss the boy, "And your amazing company, of course."
"Happy six months."
Yoongi laughs at that, he'd laughed at the idea of celebrating six months together. But now, really it doesn't seem so bad. In fact, it's perfect. "Happy six months."
...
Yoongi's at Hoseok's front door in his work clothes, Hoseok can barely see his shirt and tie due to the huge fucking plant blocking his view.
"This is the surprise you had for me?"
Yoongi's head pops just over the leaves, "Don't you think it's cute? It's a house plant!"
"No offence hyung, but I thought you had something else in mind when you said you had a surprise."
Yoongi shoves the plant to his chest, and Hoseok huffs, lowering it beside the coat rack. Yoongi's throwing his coat onto the sofa, kicking his shoes off too. "Are you horny 24/7? There's only so much a man can provide, you know."
"I'm kidding. The plant is cute, thanks baby." Yoongi extends his arm for Hoseok to join him, the two manouvering until Yoongi's straddeling him. "So I cancelled my plans with the guys for a house plant?"
Yoongi groans, rocking in Hoseok's lap like a petulant child. He strokes his hands over his loose tee, seeing the outline of his tattoo underneath. "You cancelled your plans with the guys for me," he whines slightly. "Aren't I enough? The plant is pretty, I wanted to give you something nice. Is that not good?"
Cute, Hoseok thinks distantly. "I'm teasing you," he clarifies, rubbing his thumb around Yoongi's temple. "It's perfect, hyung. I love it, I love you, okay?"
"I love you too," he sighs, and Hoseok's hooking his hand around Yoongi's neck, pulling him down for a series of kisses. Yoongi moans softly into his mouth, their noses brushing and the angle causes his back to ache. He rakes his hands to Hoseok's chest, smoothing underneath to his toned stomach, his chest, his tattoo. "Promise you love the plant?"
"Promise," Hoseok says, contiously pecking at Yoongi's mouth.
"Good, cause I want you—like, right now, okay?"
"—what am I seeing?" A voice comes, the two snap their heads around. Namjoon stares in horror, he yanks at Seokjin's arm, "Hyung, what am I seeing?"
"That's Yoongi on top of Hoseok," he clarifies.
Jimin's popping his head round, "That's definetly Yoongi hyung on top of Hobi hyung."
"Where?!" Taehyung calls, his hands pulling Seokjin and Namjoon apart, drawing the two like curtains. "That is Yoongi hyung on top of Hoseokie hyung! Hey, they're all red!"
This is a nightmare
Jeongguk shifts to stand back, keeping his head low.
"I knew them hickeys weren't from a drunk night out, Yoongiyah you fucking liar!"
"Hoseok's sock was in his car!"
"You fucked in your car?! Yoongi hyung, that's so rogue!"
"No wonder they're so distant with us—!"
"When I heard Hoseok hyung getting like, the best blowjob of his life, hyung that was you?!"
Yoongi turns to Hoseok in panic, the realisation from their friends keeps on pouring, spewing like sick. "You—"
"You can't blame me for this one, you didn't lock the door when you came in! Keys are for emergencies right?" He looks over to their friends in heavy discussion, all shrill and verging on argumentative. Yoongi sighs, resting his head to Hoseok's chest. "Well, this is clearly a fucking emergancy."
Yoongi slaps at his chest weakly. He's too tired to defend himself, nor is there a point. Everyone knows now. "Shut up, I'm too damn tired to keep this up anyway."