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It was dark and rainy out, exactly how Yoongi liked it. The way the neon lights reflected onto the streets and off the other buildings made the city light up more than ever, and gave off a sort of sensual glow. The wet streets were more dangerous -easier to hydroplane, or even skid and flip- but that just made the race more exciting, and drifting that much more exhilarating.
He buttoned up the sleeves of his shirt and slipped on his jacket, backing away from his wall of windows. His apartment was big, and definitely expensive.
“But it’s okay because daddy’s rich.” He said to himself in a mocking tone. It was a phrase he’d heard one to many times from his mother, step-mother rather, he never knew who his birth mother was.
He turned off all the lights in the apartment and walked out, locking to door behind him.
Tonight was a big night, half of the underground city was going to be there, and he was determined to show out. He was turning all the gears, opening all the doors, pulling every stop.
He chose his nicest suit his father had purchased for him for this night.
“I can afford to lose this one.”He had said when he pulled it out of his closet. It was nice, had cool detailing on it, but ‘Daddy could always buy him another one.’
His butler was waiting in the elevator for him with a metal platter with an assortment of car keys.
“Which vehicle will you be ruining this evening, sir?” He said as Yoongi joined him in the elevator and pressed the button to the floor where his garage was. Yoongi scanned the keys and smirked, “Marcus… you know me so well, but tonight is going to be different.” He said and his butler gave him a confused look.
“Sir? What car will you be using tonight?”
“Marcus, what did I say about calling her a car.” Yoongi said, the doors opened and he stepped out into what one may call his ‘Car Closet’.
“Sir… you mean you intend to use…” Marcus followed behind him.
“Yes, please get Delilah ready for me.” Yoongi said and went to grab the keys for his beloved racing car off the wall. Marcus hurried off to fetch the car.
It pulled up with a low, sexy rumble. A beautiful, sleek and black Toyota Supra. It was painted in such a way that the black paint had a dark purple tint and glow to it in certain light.
Yoongi had worked hard on this car, and had spent a lot of money on it, and it showed. He drove it close to never. He had been saving up all the excitement for this night specifically.
The final race, against his only suitable contender: j-hope

About thirty feet below the streets, in the underground city, j-hope was preparing for the biggest race of his life.
Sure, he’d raced against gang heir Min Yoongi plenty of times, but that was with other people. Tonight was just him and Yoongi. It was finally a real challenge, no weak distractions, no cocky teens with tiny penises. Nothing was in his way tonight and he intended to make that known.
He gazed at his outfit in the mirror. He always worse his best ensembles for races, it helped boost his confidence.
Not only was he an acclaimed street racer, he was also one of the biggest trendsetters of the underground city. His face was on almost every screen and billboard down here. Everyone knew who he was, even people who lived above ground had an idea of who the man named j-hope was.
Min Yoongi and j-hope were some of the most common names to be whispered on the streets under and above.
Min Yoongi’s father liked to cause havoc amongst the politicians who ran life in the light. j-hope stirred excitement in the people who lived in the basement of the city.

“Tonight is the night.” He said to himself, giving himself one last look up and down before leaving his apartment. He climbed down the stairs and sauntered down the back street to his garage, which housed three cars. Most people only saw two. His racing car: a black Nissan 350Z with neon green flames and LEDs. It was his famed HopeMobile.
The other car was his casual, going to get groceries from upstairs, car: a basic Hyundai Elantra, his first car. It was white and boring but it served is purpose.
In the back of his garage, underneath a tarp sat the ride he had been saving for this night.
He grabbed the keys off the wall and ripped the sheet off, exposing his beautiful Mustang Fastback. This car had a flame decoration like his other racing vehicle except it was purple, and was only on the sides of his vehicle. The lights inside were a bright purple and he hd and underglow that was also purple. He was excited to debut his baby. He had been working on her for years and was ready to test and see just what she could do. He slid into the drivers seat and started the car, let it rumble beneath him for a minute as he readied himself for the night.

“The night of my life.” He whispered to himself.
Ten miles north, his opponent sat at his own wheel, pulling out of his garage saying the same thing has he made his way to the rendezvous for the race.

The meet up place was always full of hundreds of people, but tonight there were close to a thousand people crowded together to see the show. Yoongi had never seen so many people gathered just to see a race go down, but seeing such a large crowd only made him more excited. He watched as the crowd parted in front of him as he slowly pulled up. People were cheering on all sides. He gave people high-fives and handshakes as he passed them, and some girls he knew planted quick kisses on his cheek as he slowly drove past. He parked his car and got out. One of his buddies, Jungkook, came up to him, examining the new car.
“That’s a sexy ride, Min.” He said in a low voice. He stuck his head through the open window and examined the inside. “Did you do the dashboard too?” He asked, Yoongi motioned for him to turn the key to light up the inside. As he did all the screens and gauges lit up in a dark purple, and his friend chuckled in approval.
“You like it?” Yoongi asked and his friend smiled.
“Why have you been keeping this in your Closet the whole time? This is a Nice Car, man.” He said and Yoongi smiled.
“I’ve been saving it for this night exactly. I can’t let all its glory go to waste you know.” Jungkook was about respond when there was a disruption in the crowd nearby that grasped their attention.
They looked to their left, and there was the other contestant. j-hope pulled up in an equally as sexy car. Yoongi examined the sleek black car, and realized that he had been keeping that car under covers just like Yoongi had, and man was that car nice. A beautiful black with bright purple flames flowing from the wheel wells, purple glow around the under-carriage, the interior also glowed a neon purple.
Yoongi chuckled, they both seemed to love the colour purple.
Hoseok got out of his car, a crowd of girls gathered around him. Yoongi couldn’t blame them, j-hope was hot as hell. Yoongi had no trouble making eye-contact with people (a trait he had to develop in order to be good at his job) but he could not bring himself to look at j-hope for too long for fear of combustion, or... other things he would rather not focus on right now.
He made his way over to his opponent; it was custom to greet all your opponents before a race.
He easily managed his way through the crowd of girls, they were all stunned by him as well.
Yoongi stuck out his hand as he scanned the man in front of him. Even his outfit was cool.
“The King of the Underground, looking good tonight.” Yoongi said with a smirk. j-hope turned around in front of him, as if to show off what he was wearing.
“I had to pick out my best outfit to celebrate your defeat.” he said and shook Yoongi’s hand. “I see you came wearing daddy’s most expensive suit.” Hoseok said, scanning him. Yoongi flinched at his remark.
“I can’t wait to get it wrecked tonight at the afterparty for my greatest win.” Yoongi retorted. The crowd was eating up the banter, which was surprising because it was pretty dry.
“Who’s gonna pay for all the expensive alcohol Yoongi?” j-hope said, getting closer to him. Yoongi smirked
“You know it won’t be me... Hoseok.” He whispered the man's name into his ear so that no one else would hear it. Hoseok froze. How could Yoongi possibly know his name? It was simple, Yoongi’s father’s gang knew everything about almost everyone, including the girl that Hoseok had wrapped his arm around and the man who was preparing the crowd for the race, and the little old woman who had been watching these races for years from her apartment.
Hoseok however didn’t know this, because as far as he knew, there was no reason for Yoongi’s father to know him, he had made sure of that.

“I see you copied my car’s theme.” Hoseok said, nodding toward Yoongi’s ride.
“Last time I checked; I was born before you so who’s to say that you didn’t copy me?” Yoongi said.
Hoseok rolled his eyes and smiled. He kissed the girl he had his arm around on the cheek and got into his car. Yoongi walked back to his friend.
“Do you have the map downloaded?” he asked, his friend nodded. “Thanks, Googie.” Yoongi said and ruffled the kid’s hair before getting into his car.
The announcer walked up to the line and they started their cars.
“This race is going to be a little bit different than usual.” He yelled over their engines. “We need to make it fair for the rats,” People who lived in the Underground City referred to themselves as rats but it was considered extremely rude, a slur even, if used for someone who lived in The City. “You’ll see what happens.” The announcer said with a smirk.
Yoongi hadn’t been worried, but he hardly knew any of the roads in the Underground City which meant that if anything got in his way down there, he had a major disadvantage. He was quick on his feet, though, so he would probably be able to avoid any major problems.

“Are you fellas ready?” The announcer yelled. The crowd of people roared in time with their revving engines.
The man raised his arms above his head.
The tension rose.
Yoongi gripped the stick, spinning out his wheels.
He glanced at Hoseok to his right.
This was it.
The man’s hands dropped,
And they peeled out onto the streets.

Hoseok started with a lead, but that didn’t concern Yoongi too much.
The streets were slick and shiny still from all the rain, this was an advantage for him since he liked to practice in the rain. The first corner was pretty tight, into a residential area. Cars were parked on either side, but the main concern was the pedestrians that might decide to go for a walk.
Hoseok swerved a little in front of him and Yoongi’s senses heightened. He didn’t see anyone, but took this moment to try and get ahead of his opponent. He moved up a gear and started to catch a draft from the other car, and there wasn’t enough room for Hoseok to shake him off his tail until they were directed onto the highway, but Yoongi knew it was coming and used it to get ahead. He glanced at Hoseok as he passed and saw a very calm look on his face, but the purple glow just made him look even more beautiful than ever.
The GPS issued for an exit to the left, onto an industrial road. Yoongi sighed, industrial areas never followed the protocol for street races. There were laws that could be followed to prevent injuries but since large cargo carrying vehicles were at an advantage when it came to vehicle accidents, they simply didn’t follow the laws at all.
Thankfully, Yoongi’s car was low enough to be able to pass under most semis since their trailers were usually raised now, to help with traffic flow.
Yoongi took his exit and Hoseok was close behind him. These roads were a tangle and an absolute mess but Yoongi had made plenty of heists here and new which roads and parking areas led where but he didn’t want to give that away to Hoseok, who was getting pretty close behind him now. Yoongi let Hoseok pass him around a corner, but only just barely. Now, he could cut through the next lot and get about seven seconds ahead of Hoseok, and that was enough for him right now.
Hoseok watched in his rear-view as Yoongi made a kick turn and disappeared into a lot of parked semis.
“That little fucker!” Hoseok yelled. Yoongi was a smart racer, often played it up like he was falling behind but he always came out in front. Hoseok looked at his map and found a route that could take him pretty far ahead, but he could easily get lost in it too. He said fuck it, and made the last-minute turn. It took him onto a road with so many potholes he was worried about wrecking the bottom of his car. This was probably going to be a mistake.
Meanwhile, Yoongi was weaving in and out between parked semis, on his way to his now ten second lead. He punched it for the parking lot exit onto the open road where the route continued. He yanked the e-brake while making the turn and glided onto the street with a small screeching and tore off down the road at neck breaking speeds. The route was now highway for a few kilometers and Hoseok was nowhere to be seen. He was tempted to let his foot off the gas a little but it seemed too risky, and this race was too important for him to get risky.
The next directions took him to a city road close to downtown, that he could easily maneuver, with lots of twists. This was one of his favourite roads on rainy nights.
How perfect, he thought to himself.
He noticed that there was still no sign of Hoseok and started to get worried.
He wasn’t worried about if Hoseok was okay, he was worried that he had picked up on Yoongi’s strategy patterns and had tried to checkmate him. Yoongi got his answer almost immediately.
He skidded onto the downtown street and watched as Hoseok’s car appeared in front of him from a side road.
What the fuck.
How had Hoseok beat him at his own game.
Ten seconds, down the drain.
Hoseok’s back end fishtailed a little as he landed on the street, water splashing on the cars around him. Yoongi punched it up a gear. He needed to at least catch up to the bastard to get a chance at passing him on one of these corners.
Drifting became so much easier for Yoongi on wet roads, and he knew that Hoseok had an easier time getting control on dry roads.
This was going to be exciting.
The first turn was close; Hoseok’s backend almost went too far but he was able to keep control well enough to keep his lead on Yoongi, but only just barely. Yoongi’s feet and hands moved swiftly as he slid around each corner, making careful calculations so as to not ruin his already thin chance of getting past Hoseok. Then came the last corner. This was where Yoongi had a definite lead if he did it right.
He forced Hoseok into the tight side of the corner. Here, Hoseok would probably drift too far, and lose just enough control to let Yoongi slide past him and into the lead.
The corner came and Yoongi was right. Hoseok let his car slide for a second too long and they became parallel with each other for half a second before Yoongi straightened out and whizzed past Hoseok.
In that half second, Yoongi swore he saw Hoseok smirk.
This was why Hoseok was so fun to race, he accepted his defeats and didn’t get frustrated, he knew when he had been outsmarted and accepted it.

Their cars wiggled back into line with each other and their engines reverberated down the streets as they booked it down the small stretch of straight road before their next direction.
Yoongi gripped his steering wheel as he slid onto the exit and watched as the road ahead of him lowered itself onto a new, lower road, the road he had driven maybe once or twice. The Underground City lit up before his eyes as he caught a bit of air when he sped into the exit.
It was beautiful down here. The road was pretty high and he could see almost the entirety of the city below him.
The directions took him onto a road that seemed to spiral into the city. He was tempted to drift all the way down the highway, but that could give Hoseok an easy advantage, and as said before, he didn’t want to risk it. He let the car click into a higher gear as the road curved in front of him. Hoseok was right behind him, almost close enough to be catching a draft, but he wasn’t quite that close yet.
Hoseok finally had the advantage here and he was planning to use it.
There was a road he could take that would easily give him a decent lead on Yoongi, but if he could get ahead of Yoongi right away he would have even more of a lead than if he were to do it from behind. Luckily for him, Yoongi fell prey to his love for drifting and kicked his back end out to the side to glide down the spiral road. Hoseok took this opportunity to gather speed and pass in front of Yoongi. As he passed, he saw Yoongi roll his eyes and curse. He laughed as Yoongi straightened out behind him.
Hoseok watched for a specific graffiti mark that directed him to the exit to the shortcut. It was easy to spot, as it was his own name in his signature green colour.
It came into his vision and slipped off the road and watched Yoongi fly down the highway behind him.
Yoongi let out a long, detailed chain of curses as he saw Hoseok disappear off the side of the road onto a smaller road. This was going to be the race of his life, and the stakes just kept getting higher.
Yoongi followed the route to the center of the city. Bright lights blurred past him on each side, it was nearly psychedelic and he absolutely loved it. He was so lost in how beautiful and alive this city was that he almost forgot about the race, but was pulled back into reality when his car screamed directions at him.
There was a curve in the road ahead of him and suddenly a purple glow with backlights was a head of him too. There was Hoseok, all proud of his use of his shortcut. Yoongi didn’t want to risk skidding around the corner and losing control trying to get past Hoseok so he kept his speed as he took the drift around the corner, Hoseok doing the same about five seconds before him. It was a pretty good lead that Hoseok had scored and Yoongi wasn’t too mad because he had done that Hoseok himself plenty of times before.
After the curve however was another tangle of streets and the course wanted them to take all of them, and this time there were no shortcuts or easy leads. They had to focus on making sure they had control of their cars. There were sharp turns after easy curves, and there were ups and downs—literally –and the only thing they could do was keep a steady pace before they came to a straight stretch that led them back up to The City. Back to Yoongi’s expertise.
The route took them to a place in the suburbs. This road only went one way, the way they were going, and it was to a mountain that was at the edge of the suburbs. This mountain was not Yoongi’s expertise. He had been on this mountain maybe three or four times, but it was more dangerous than the Underground City. The mountain had close to no barriers on the roads, which was probably hardly legal but the whole cities were hardly legal.
Yoongi felt slightly stressed about this next location. This was the only time that slick roads might be a disadvantage to him. If he slid too far he could go flying off the edge to his death, if he didn’t slide far enough the stone base of the mountain would easily take off the front end of his car.
The bonus was that the top of the mountain was the end of the race.
What he had to focus on at the moment was getting past Hoseok on this stretch of straight suburb. Yoongi had a friend who lived in this neighbourhood so he knew these roads exceptionally well. He definitely had the advantage here.
There was a portion of the neighbourhood that curved around a stretch of houses in a long ‘U’ shape, but what Hoseok didn’t know was that the house right at the beginning of the curve had a shared carport with the house behind it that lead perfectly onto the road where he needed to go. So, as he watched Hoseok glide around the corner, he took his easy pass, and was pretty sure he actually heard Hoseok swear as he saw Yoongi bolt into the darkness instead of following behind.
Yoongi laughed out loud as he secured his lead.
He was well on his way to the mountain by the time he saw Hoseok’s purple headlights in his rear mirror.
The road led directly onto the mountain road, and Yoongi let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding.
This was where it was going to get messy.
Yoongi followed the road as carefully as he could without letting himself loosen too much. The first set of curves were too shallow to actually drift around so he just took them with ease, preparing for what was about to come; one of the most dangerous drifts he might ever have to perform.
Hoseok had started gaining on him. Apparently, he had let off a little too much, and he was struggling with deciding on speeding up and getting risky, or keeping his speed and being sure of his safe drift. He took the latter. He let Hoseok catch up to him, but kept his lead around the corner, not letting him get past on the thin mountain roads.
The drift had actually been easy to perform, so he sped up a little bit so that Hoseok wouldn’t be so close behind him, but he had forgotten that corner ahead was tighter than the last until the very last second. He started to panic and accidentally tightened his turn too early.
He watched as the front end of his car got too close to the base of the mountain. His front bumper was not making it out alive, if not his whole front end, but there was nothing he could do but accept his fate as he careened into the mountain with a head banging crash.
He felt a pain in his chest as he heard the sound of his front end cracking against the force of the mountain, and his car spun out of control. He heard tires screech behind him and saw Hoseok’s car drift past him, but drift too far and stop, facing backwards as Yoongi’s car spun, crashing into the one barrier on the mountain road. The metal bent and folded from the speed of his uncontrolled vehicle. It came to a stop with the back passenger wheel hanging off the edge of the mountain.
Fuck, did his head hurt.
He didn’t even notice Hoseok had stopped and gotten out of his car and ran over to make sure he was okay.
Hoseok opened the door and unbuckled Yoongi’s safety belt.
“You’re leaking gas everywhere we need to get you out of here.” Was what Yoongi thought he heard but he wasn’t sure because his head was pounding and his ears were ringing.
Hoseok pulled him out of the drivers seat and ran with his hand gripping Yoongi’s arm. He led Yoongi to his passenger seat in his car. Yoongi watched as his car erupted into flames and he let out a whimper.
“My sweet love…” He said as Hoseok flipped the car around and drove to the top of the mountain which was just barely more than a kilometre away.
Yoongi was so shocked by what had just happened that he didn’t even comprehend the fact that his opponent and rival had just saved his life.
Hoseok cruised onto the top of the mountain, into the crowd of cheering people, who went crazy when he stepped out of his unscathed car, but who went silent when Yoongi stepped out of the passenger side.
The silence was quickly followed by whispers and questions.
A resounding BANG, which would probably be Yoongi’s car, answered most of the whispering questions.
Gasps erupted from the crowd, and they watched Yoongi’s car go up in smoke as flames.
Hoseok climbed onto the hood of his car and called for the crowds attention.
“EVERYONE, LISTEN UP.” He yelled and the crowd fell silent. Yoongi scanned the crowd and found his friend, Jungkook, whose eyes were unusually shiny, and made his way over to him.
“As you may be able to deduce, Yoongi’s car is out of commission.” Hoseok said gesturing to the smoke in front of them.
Yoongi came up beside Jungkook and squeezed his waist.
“You okay Googie?” He whispered.
“Oh my- I’m so glad you’re okay.” Jungkook whispered and gave Yoongi a hug. “I was so worried you weren’t going to make it.” He said and Yoongi smiled. He was glad he had Jungkook for a friend.
They turned their attention back to Hoseok.
“In any other race, this would give me an automatic win. But this, as you could probably agree, is not any other race. This is the race of a lifetime am I right?” He yelled. The crowd erupted in cheers and he smiled and motioned for them to calm down.
“So, I call for a rematch to be hosted when Min can get himself a new beauty.” He said and was followed by more cheers and clapping.
“You’re on j-hope!” Yoongi called from the crowd and everyone turned to him to cheer.
“Call me when you’re ready, then.” Hoseok said, stepping down off his car.
“Oh you know I will.” Yoongi said with a wink. The crowd cheered louder than ever, and the previous announcer called for everyone to go home, seeing as the night was over.
Jungkook disappeared with everyone else, and Yoongi and Hoseok were left together on the mountain. Yoongi was examining his car from the road as it continued to burn while hanging off the edge of the mountain.
It was kind of heartbreaking seeing his pride and joy go down in flames like this.
A low rumble came behind him and he turned to find Hoseok opening the passenger door for him.
“I’ll take you home, the walk is probably too far from here anyways.” He said. Yoongi was hesitant, but also cold so he got in.
The ride was silent down the mountain, but Hoseok wasn’t a naturally quiet person.
“How the fuck did you know that carport was all the way open onto the road.” He blurted and Yoongi snorted.
“Hoseok, you forget that my father owns half of the city. I know every inch of it.”
“Oh right, daddy’s rich. He probably won’t be happy about this little fiasco, huh?” Hoseok said with a smirk. Yoongi rolled his eyes.
“My father couldn’t care less, and besides I worked on that car myself, and my father’s money had nothing to do with it.”
He said, but Hoseok just smiled and nodded.
“Mhm, mhm, and so how will your butler feel about this then?” Hoseok said.
God, did he look fine in the city lights.
“Marcus will just be happy I’m still alive.” Yoongi said without a second thought and then quickly realized Hoseok had been kidding about the butler.
“YOU HAVE A WHOLE ASS BUTLER?” Hoseok exclaimed. Yoongi just scoffed.
“I call my garage my Car Closet, why would I NOT have a butler, Hoseok?” Yoongi said.
“How do you even know my fucking name. No one knows that. Hell, even I almost forgot about it until tonight.” Hoseok asked.
Yoongi didn’t answer. He simply pointed to the road Hoseok had to take to get to Yoongi’s apartment complex.
“You can’t just ignore my question.” Hoseok said, turning down Yoongi’s street.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want.” Yoongi paused and turned to the man driving, “Hoseok.”
Hoseok smacked Yoongi in the chest.
“If you use that name again without explaining, it’ll be your face.” Hoseok said as Yoongi rubbed his pec. Hoseok had quite the strong smack, Yoongi was sure it would leave a bruise.
They pulled up to the gates at the front of the drive way. The speaker in the wall crackled and Marcus’ voice came through, “Sir? Is that you?” He asked. Yoongi pressed the speaker button and spoke.
“Yeah, um, problems arose, I can explain later. Can you let us in Marcus?” Yoongi said. The gates creaked open, and Hoseok followed the driveway up to the massive apartment complex.
“You can go that way and park your car in my garage.” Yoongi said calmly. Hoseok seemed a little tense beside him but he ignored it, it happened all the time.
As Hoseok pulled into the garage, the lights clicked on one row at a time, showing off all the nice, shiny cars Yoongi had sitting around. Hoseok chuckled.
“You can park in that spot over there.” Yoongi pointed. Hoseok pulled in and parked the car.
“So, this is what daddy’s money can buy, huh?” Hoseok said, as Yoongi got out of the car.
“This is nothing, let me show you what he really pays for.” Yoongi said, and Hoseok followed him out of the car, pocketing his keys.
Yoongi led him to the grand elevator that would take him to his floor.
“You can put your keys on the table right there, Marcus will put them somewhere safe for you.” Yoongi said as they waited for the elevator to come.
“You’re kidding. Your butler even takes care of your car keys? Do you even do anything?” Hoseok asked, but put them on the table anyways.
“Marcus just takes care of the cars I rarely use, I take care of the cars I drive… and use.” Yoongi said, hesitating on the last part. Hoseok gave him a funny look.
“Using them is different than driving them?” He asked. Yoongi said nothing and stepped into the elevator. Hoseok noticed that his ears were slightly red as he followed him in.
The elevator ride was little bit long, and it was driving Yoongi crazy.
How was he supposed to be in an elevator with one of the hottest men he had ever seen and not stare at him the whole time? He had never really noticed just how perfect Hoseok was until the ride home. He had never really gotten a good look at him, only really saw him in cars at high speeds. But as he had watched the bright lights of the city light up his face as they had been driving, he realized that this man was beyond anything he could ever imagine.
But he also had a little bit of hatred for him, after all, this was the one racer he had yet to beat and he had almost achieved that an hour ago.
The elevator dinged and they stepped out, Yoongi leading them down the hall to his apartment door. Hoseok noticed that there were maybe three or four doors down the entire hallway.
“How big are these apartments?” Hoseok asked in awe. Yoongi stood in front of his door.
“See for yourself.” He said and opened the door wide.
Hoseok hesitantly stepped in, and was taken a back. It was bigger than some houses he had seen.
One of the outside walls was floor to ceiling windows, looking in onto the lounge which had a massive grand piano beside it. Directly to his right as he stepped in was a beautiful kitchen and island, that looked like it had never been used. In between the kitchen and the lounge was a set of spiral stairs that led to what Hoseok assumed was Yoongi’s room.
He felt very out of place standing here in such a big living area. He didn’t know what to do with himself.
“Don’t let the rich hit you on the way in.” Yoongi mocked from behind him. Hoseok threw him a finger and walked farther into the apartment.
“Do you even touch anything in here or is it worth more than you?” Hoseok asked as he went to flop onto one of the couches. He swore he heard Yoongi roll his eyes.
“I'm going to get out of this suit, now that it’s all scorched and wrecked, there’s drinks in the fridge if you want.” Yoongi said. Hoseok watched and saw that Yoongi disappeared behind a door by the kitchen rather than going up the stairs.
He wandered over to the fridge and examined its contents. The best thing Yoongi had to offer was apparently water. Hoseok took it and tried to decide on if he should examine the loft or not.
He came to the conclusion that the worst-case scenario would be that it was a sex dungeon and decided to take that chance.
He slowly ascended up the stairs and found himself in what would probably be Yoongi’s bedroom, which led him to be extremely confused, until he noticed that there was no wardrobe or dresser or door for a closet. Yoongi’s closet was a whole other room.
“Well, well, well,” Yoongi said from behind him. Hoseok dropped his bottle of water and spun around ready to fight someone. “Welcome to my bedroom.”
Hoseok smirked.
“Daddy bought you too many clothes so you need to keep them in their own little room? You didn’t even change, you probably got lost.” He taunted. Yoongi took a step forward.
“You mention my father one more time, Hoseok, and I am throwing you out that fucking window.” Yoongi growled.
They were close, very close actually. Yoongi could feel Hoseok’s breath against his face and something in him stirred a little bit.
“Then tell me why you know my name, pretty boy.”
“No, I don’t think I will.”
Yoongi smirked, and Hoseok glanced at his lips.
“Then I’ll make you.”
Within seconds, Hoseok had Yoongi pinned on the bed, straddling him, leaning into his face.
“You like this? You like me sitting on top of you looking all pretty?” Hoseok teased, Yoongi tried to catch his breath but was struggling since Hoseok was close enough to be brushing their lips together.
“What the fuck are you trying to do.” Yoongi asked. It was just natural for him to not let his guard down at this point. No emotions, no problem.
“Get answers, you fuck.” Hoseok replied and sat back on Yoongi’s abdomen.
Something about the way Hoseok crossed his arms and glowered at Yoongi caused him to lose his mind. Yoongi sat up, grabbed a fistful of Hoseok’s shirt, pulled him in, and kissed him. Hard.
This was not supposed to be happening, and Yoongi was surprised to find that Hoseok kissed him back.
Hoseok really kissed him back. He cupped Yoongi’s face with his hands gently, but viciously bit at Yoongi’s bottom lip. Yoongi’s mouth parted easily for him to slip his tongue in, but Hoseok didn’t want to do that just yet. Instead, he pulled away and pushed Yoongi back down onto the bed. He began to undo a couple of the top buttons on Yoongi’s shirt and pushed the edges away to reveal his collarbones.
Yoongi felt himself harden below as Hoseok’s fingers gently grazed his skin.
“What the fuck,” Hoseok said quietly, “Can you calm down?” Yoongi rolled his eyes
“Then get your hands off of me.” He said and Hoseok chuckled quietly while leaning back down, keeping his hands on Yoongi’s chest.
“Oh, but your skin is just so, so soft.” He said quietly into Yoongi’s ear and let his tongue graze it gently.
Hoseok cupped Yoongi’s jaw as he kissed his way back to Yoongi’s lips.
Their lips were so soft together. They moved so nicely against one another. Hoseok licked at Yoongi’s lips and Yoongi bit at Hoseok’s, both of them begging for more but denying each other what they wanted.
Hoseok began to undo more of Yoongi’s buttons and untucked his shirt. He let his fingers stroke down Yoongi’s body; starting at his collarbone, and slowly making his way down to the belt buckle, pinching at his nipples on the way down.
The kiss didn’t break, but it got more heated.
Yoongi’s tongue had managed to make its way into Hoseok’s mouth and had begun exploring.
Why did he taste so magnificent?
Hoseok started to gently buck his hips while holding Yoongi’s waist to the bed. Yoongi’s body flinched a little bit at the sudden movement and he felt Hoseok grin. He backed off slightly and whispered against Yoongi’s mouth, “Oh please, you’re so weak.” And gently bit Yoongi’s tongue before pulling away completely to remove his own shirt.
Yoongi took in the man straddling him. The chain around his neck made his body look that much more glorious. He was so toned, and beautifully built. Yoongi wanted to bite him and leave marks all over, but Hoseok beat him to it.
He had leaned down and started sucking on Yoongi’s soft, pale skin. Hoseok had scooted down so that he wasn’t sitting directly on Yoongi’s crotch anymore and it felt like a small weighted had been lifted.
Yoongi could get as hard as he wanted without being tormented.
Or so he thought.
Hoseok viciously pushed against Yoongi’s dick through his pants with his hand as he continued leaving purple marks all over his chest.
The sensation made Yoongi’s back curl a little bit.
Why was his body such a slut for Hoseok?
They were supposed to be enemies.
But for some reason that thought just made everything more exciting.
Yoongi was so focused on trying to control himself that he didn’t noticed that Hoseok had sucked his way down his body and was now right above the buckle of his pants.
“Let’s see just how easy you are to please.” Hoseok said and began to undo Yoongi’s belt and pants.
“No.” Yoongi breathed out. Hoseok stopped and looked up at Yoongi, waiting for him to continue.
“Kiss me again.” Yoongi whispered and Hoseok smirked.
“I taste that good, huh?” Hoseok said and leaned forward to get close to Yoongi’s face. “Answer the question.” He said in a low voice that made Yoongi shudder.
“No.” Yoongi growled back and pulled Hoseok down onto his lips.
This time it was Hoseok who wanted to get inside Yoongi’s mouth, but Yoongi didn’t want to give everything to Hoseok so easily. Instead, Yoongi let Hoseok whine quietly as he tried to slip his tongue into Yoongi’s mouth but nothing could break Yoongi. He just kept sucking and biting on Hoseok’s lips before pushing him off.
Hoseok glared down at Yoongi.
“You’re annoying as fuck.” Hoseok said and Yoongi just smiled.
“And what are you going to do about it?” He asked. He knew exactly what the answer was going to be.
Hoseok slipped a finger under Yoongi’s boxers and pulled them down a little bit. He leaned down and continued to suckle and kiss Yoongi’s delicate skin.
Yoongi groaned quietly, he just wanted Hoseok to get his deed done and over with but he was taking his sweet time.
“Be patient.” Hoseok said and pulled Yoongi’s boxers down a little farther and watched as the slight amount of pre-cum began to darken them.
“Just suck me off already you prick.” Yoongi complained.
“You’re still in your shirt and blazer and you want me to suck you off? Yeah, okay.” Hoseok sassed back.
“If it’s a problem then fix it.” Yoongi retorted.
And fix it Hoseok did.
He tore away the jacket and unbutton shirt and tossed them across the room, then he shimmied down Yoongi’s body and pulled off his pants as well.
Hoseok examined Yoongi’s body very slowly, seeming to take in every detail that he could.
“That’s better. A pretty, half naked Yoongi all for myself.” He whispered and something in Yoongi shifted a little.
Hoseok hooked two fingers into the waist band of Yoongi’s now quite messy boxers and grabbed Yoongi’s cock.
Yoongi twitched as Hoseok’s hand moved up and down slowly, squeezing every other stroke. The pre-cum was slick and sticky in his hands.
Yoongi’s body was tense and his eyes were nearly closed, almost fluttering a little. Hoseok then pulled Yoongi’s boxers down fully to reveal the delicious cock.
It was a lot bigger than he was expecting, despite having already started a handjob.
He leaned down and gently kissed the tip, causing Yoongi to shiver beneath him.
“Oh this is going to be interesting.” Hoseok scoffed before slowly fitting his mouth around Yoongi’s dick. He felt Yoongi tense up and then loosen and then tense again repeatedly as he continued to slowly take him in.
He only just barely gagged before sliding back up and releasing his mouth with a pop that made Yoongi whine.
Hoseok rubbed his hand up and down the cock a few more times, squeezing as he went up. He leaned back down and let his tongue guide his mouth onto Yoongi’s cock.
Yoongi let out a glorious moan as soon as Hoseok started to explore the skin with his tongue.
Hoseok’s fingers gently traced up and down Yoongi’s body as he went up and down.
Yoongi’s breathing became heavier and more staggered as Hoseok continued.
He felt like he was getting the life sucked out of him and it felt so good.
He couldn’t stop himself from running his hands through Hoseok’s hair. His hands then fell to Hoseok’s shoulders, as he felt his abdomen tighten, and he dug his nails into his beautiful honey skin.
Hoseok rose again and detached from Yoongi’s soaking wet dick.
Yoongi whined and squeezed his shoulders harder.
“Yoongi, that hurts.” Hoseok said, crawling forward so that their bodies were aligned.
Yoongi released his grip and let his hands trail down Hoseok’s thin, toned body.
“It seems kind of unfair that I have to be semi-naked and you get to keep your pants on.” Yoongi said with a smirk. “You have such big dick energy, come on, show me what you’ve got.” He said, and let his hand slip beneath the waist of Hoseok’s pants. Hoseok did nothing to stop to him, he just leaned down and kissed Yoongi, passionately intertwining their lips.
Yoongi hooked his finger on the band of Hoseok’s pants and slowly pulled at them. He began to taste himself in his own mouth as they kissed and he moved down to Hoseok’s beautifully defined jawline and began to leave his marks there.
He slipped his hand into Hoseok’s boxers, but Hoseok grabbed his wrist.
“You can’t get that far, that easily. I thought you would be more tough since you’ve got quite the body bag count.” Hoseok snarled. Yoongi smirked.
“What? Does me grabbing your dick scare you?” He asked. Hoseok laughed as he placed Yoongi’s arm back onto the bed.
“No, I just want to see you fully naked before you decide to do anything to me.”
“You- WHAT?” Yoongi exclaimed propping himself on his elbows. Hoseok rolled his eyes but got a little pink. “You wanna see me naked, Hoseok?” Yoongi said quietly. He sat up, putting a hand in Hoseok’s back for support, and got close to Hoseok’s face, “You wanna see all of me trembling beneath you while you fuck me into hell? Is that what you want, Hoseok?”
There was something in the way Yoongi said his name that made Hoseok shudder. He didn’t know if it was good or bad.
“Hoseok…” Yoongi whispered into his ear.
“If you wanna fuck me good, you’re gonna have to strip down for me too.” Yoongi leaned back so that they were eye level with each other.
“I don’t know why you think you have all the power here, Yoongi. You’ve already fallen prey to me and here you think you can tell me what to do with your wet dick hanging out.” Hoseok replied.
Yoongi leaned forward, discreetly tucking his cock back into his boxers.
“I’m good at trapping people Hoseok, I cant believe you haven’t already caught onto that after all the races I’ve outsmarted you in.” Yoongi said, almost sounding like a purr. He traced Hoseok’s body line with his fingers very gently. He noticed goosebumps form in Hoseok’s skin from the touch.
“Maybe it’s time someone overcame you then.” Hoseok replied in a low voice. He pushed Yoongi back down onto the bed.
“Maybe it is…” Yoongi said and his posture seemed to change. Hoseok couldn’t quite place it but he seemed more relaxed, more ready.
Hoseok undid the button and zipper of his pants and folded down the waist band. His boxers were a lime green to match the pattern on his pants.
“Oh god… You’re so hot.” Yoongi said quietly. Hoseok seemed not to have heard him and proceeded to remove Yoongi’s boxers and fling them across the room to fall in the pile where the suit and his own shirt were.
Hoseok looked down at the man beneath him and took in ever single inch.
Every skin shade, pink area, scratch, and every single scar. He took special notice to the large one that went from below Yoongi’s bottom left rib all the way down to the middle of his thigh. Hoseok gently traced it with his fingers.
“What’s this one?” He asked quietly, Yoongi glanced down at the mark and then at Hoseok.
“Take your pants off.” Was all he said in reply, and Hoseok followed the order, hoping he would get an answer but he didn’t. Instead, Yoongi pulled Hoseok to right on top of his dick and chuckled at how Hoseok got a little bit red.
“Grind.” Yoongi demanded, Hoseok followed. He rolled his hips over Yoongi’s body, watching as the mans eyes rolled back slightly at the direct friction.
Hoseok kept going for only a little bit and stopped short as soon as Yoongi began to tremble a little bit.
Yoongi looked up at him with a glare.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.”
“You also didn’t tell me where you got that scar.”
“Get naked and fuck me, then I’ll answer every question you have.”
“I don’t think I can trust you, but I want to see you melt underneath me so I’ll take this chance.”
Hoseok stripped himself of his last garments and they stayed silent for a moment. They both gazed at each others bodies, taking everything in while they could.
Hoseok leaned down and hovered over Yoongi’s body, their bare dicks rubbing against each other.
“You had better give me everything I want after this, Min Yoongi.” Hoseok growled into Yoongi’s ear and he felt Yoongi harden against him.
“Then you’d better give me a reason to.” Yoongi whispered back before suckling his neck.
“You’ve just got to be compliant that’s all, should be easy for you since you have no emotion anyways.” Hoseok said and leaned back. “Now spread yourself nice and wide for me, make this easy.”
“You know, I haven’t even touched you yet.” Yoongi complained. He sat up and gently grabbed the nape of Hoseok’s neck. “I think we need to fix that.”
He dipped his hand down and wrapped it around Hoseok’s cock and Hoseok let him.
“Well now, look who’s the compliant one.” Yoongi whispered into Hoseok’s ear as he began rubbing up and down.
“Shut up.” Hoseok huffed.
Yoongi smirked, he had a little more power than before now. He could do things to Hoseok now and he took that by the bullhorns.
He began to pump his hand harder, pulling gently at Hoseok’s hair as he did so. He gently massaged the head of the dick, watching as Hoseok’s jaw tensed.
“And you said I was weak, and here you are trying not to let loose in my hand.” Yoongi taunted. He squeezed Hoseoks dick and pulled up, watching as the other winced.
“My, you seemed to like that…” he said and did it again, this time tugging slightly at Hoseok’s hair.
Hoseok’s hand found Yoongi’s shoulder and squeezed as his dick continued to be handled by Yoongi. This was better than anything he’d ever done by himself.
Yoongi’s hand was starting to get sticky from the bits of pre-cum that Hoseok was leaking.
“This is boring, I wanna take you in my mouth.” Yoongi said, wiping his hand in Hoseok’s chest. Hoseok growled when Yoongi released his hand from his hard cock. Yoongi rolled his eyes. He grabbed Hoseok’s waist and flipped him down onto the bed where Yoongi had been before.
“I’m gonna suck you off and then you’d better fuck me out of this world.” Yoongi said. Hoseok chuckled.
“We will see about that pretty boy.” He said. Yoongi smiled a little bit and leaned down to kiss Hoseok.
“Call me pretty again.” He whispered against Hoseok’s lips.
“Not until I see you sweating underneath me.” Hoseok replied, Yoongi making his way down to Hoseok’s neck.
Yoongi nipped at the skin at Hoseok’s remark causing Hoseok to gasp a little.
Yoongi let his tongue drag down the length of Hoseok’s body, all the way down to where he was going to fulfil his intentions
Hoseok shivered a little at the feeling of the soft wet tongue glide across his body, leaving goose bumps spreading from its path.
Yoongi spent extra time at the spot where he had wiped off his hand, making sure to lick up every last drop of pre-cum.
“Yoongi…” Hoseok said through a breath.
“Patience, darling, patience.” Yoongi replied, gently stroking the cock with his finger before pushing his thumb against the head of it.
“Can you… Can you please just…” Hoseok begged, reaching for his own dick which was painfully hard.
“Ah-ta-ta…” Yoongi tutted, pushing Hoseok’s hands away, “Don’t make me tie you to the bed posts Hoseok.” Yoongi watched Hoseok’s neck move up and down as he swallowed.
Yoongi bent down and let his tongue gently bump against the tip of Hoseok’s dick.
“Yoongi… Can you just…” Hoseok yelled. Yoongi sat up and smiled.
“Well… since you’re so anxious to get my mouth around your massive cock I guess I have no choice to sit here and watch you suffer.” Yoongi said proudly. He got up off the bed and opened one of the drawers and pulled out two ties.
“Yoongi… I can just…” Hoseok said but Yoongi was already straddling him, ready to tie him up. Hoseok grabbed one of Yoongi’s ankles and placed his other hand on Yoongi’s waist, and with one fluid motion he flipped them back over.
Yoongi let out a little yelp at the action, and then realized how they were positioned, Hoseok at the perfect angle to slip his dick inside of Yoongi.
Instead, Hoseok held out his hand.
“Let me show you how to do this.” Hoseok said, grabbing one of the ties and Yoongi’s left wrist. He looped the tie around the bed post and tied the other end to Yoongi’s wrist.
“Now you can’t get in my way.” Hoseok said, and Yoongi felt something poke at his ass, and realized what was about to happen.
“Do you think you should lu-“ He was interrupted by Hoseok rubbing his own mess on to the inside of Yoongi’s thighs.
“No, I think we’ll be just fine.” Hoseok replied, “Now do as I said and spread out nice and wide.”
Yoongi didn’t want to listen but he couldn’t stop himself.
“Beautiful…” Hoseok said quietly.
Yoongi was expecting a finger or two, maybe even tongue but what he got instead was full penetration of Hoseok’s cock.
He gasped as Hoseok slowly moved farther into him, only just barely giving Yoongi’s hole enough time to adjust.
“Oh god…” Hoseok said to himself. He slowly pulled back out, letting his tip cling to the inside.
“Fuck me Hoseok. Fuck me so good.” Yoongi growled at him.
Hoseok smiled.
That was exactly what is intention was.
He very slowly moved back into Yoongi, watching him shudder beneath him as he grazed past the prostate.
“Look at you tremble.” Hoseok said, his voice so low that Yoongi almost couldn’t hear it. “You’re so weak for me aren’t you, Yoongi?”
He was right. Yoongi felt extremely weak as Hoseok began to slide in and out a little bit faster.
“I wanna watch you make yourself come for me.” Hoseok whispered, “Is that okay?” Yoongi nodded and grabbed his own dick, try to keep himself stable as Hoseok pounded a little bit harder.
He let his hand glide up and down in time with the pace that Hoseok was thrusting into him. It was hard to keep steady; his whole body was trembling, his dick was red and sore, Hoseok was causing them both to rock back and forth.
When Hoseok slowed his pace, and watched as Yoongi pumped his own cock harder. Yoongi knew what Hoseok wanted. He wanted a show and Yoongi was going to give it to him.
He began to spasm and tug at the tie that was around his bed post.
“Oh.. Fuck…” He whispered and Hoseok thrust into him a couple more times.
“You can’t come yet, I wanna watch you for a little bit longer.” Hoseok whispered and Yoongi let out a little groan. He wasn’t sure if he could last much longer.
“Pump harder.” Hoseok demanded and Yoongi did just that. He started to squeeze his cock as his hand went up, and push hard as his hand went down.
Hoseok just sat there and watched, his dick sitting halfway inside Yoongi’s hole.
Yoongi increased the speed of his pumping, moans leaked out of his mouth, his back arched, he wriggled underneath Hoseok.
He could feel himself start to reach his limit, but he needed to stop himself, he can’t fall weak at Hoseok’s hands.
But he did.
Hoseok began to pump Yoongi’s cock as well, both their hands covered and sticky with precum. Yoongi’s hand fell and he wiped it off on his own chest.
Hoseok squeezed and gently pulled at the cock in his hand, watching as Yoongi writhed and sputtered, trying not to come, but it was to no avail.
Hoseok palmed Yoongi’s swollen red tip and Yoongi let out a guttural groan as he came all over.
He spurted his seed all over Hoseok’s hand, body and his own abdomen.
Hoseok chuckled and pushed himself all the way back into Yoongi, who jerked at the sudden movement and more cum flowed out of his cock.
“Hoseok… Please…” Yoongi said in a breathy voice.
“I’m going to fuck you into hell, you came before I said you could.” Hoseok growled with a smirk.
Yoongi’s head fell back on the pillow and he somehow managed to open his legs a bit wider for the man pounding into his guts.
“Oh yeah, spread yourself nice and pretty for me, Min. Take me in like the good boy you are.” Hoseok said. He thrust full force into Yoongi which led them both to moan loudly.
Yoongi’s cum continued to flow as Hoseok pounded into him heavier and heavier.
“I want to run you dry, Min, and then cum all over your body. You’re mine now.” Hoseok said, a finger sliding across Yoongi’s stomach. He bent his finger a slicked up a bit of cum and slowly directed it to his lips.
“I like this new lipgloss.” Hoseok said and thrust into Yoongi with each word, hard enough that Yoongi almost banged his head against the wall.
Hoseok spread Yoongi’s cum all over his lips and then leaned to hover over Yoongi.
“Kiss me, pretty boy, tell me how we taste together.” He whispered. Yoongi grinned.
“It would be my pleasure.” He replied. He gripped the back of Hoseok’s neck with his free hand and pulled him in for a heated kiss. Their mouths were wide open as Yoongi licked Hoseok’s lips clean. They kissed hard, the saliva and cum switch back and forth between mouths.
Yoongi pulled away when Hoseok trust into him again while pressing his cock against his body. He let out a groan and Hoseok laughed.
“Oh come on, you can’t even kiss me while I fuck you? Your dad would think you’re so weak.” Hoseok said.
“Yeah, I bet he would Hoseok.” Yoongi replied and Hoseok almost snarled at him.
Hoseok leaned back and picked up Yoongi’s thighs.
Yoongi had no clue what he was about to do but then Hoseok retracted and then thrust into him again, this time almost causing a bit of pain. Yoongi cried out, his tied hand was pulling at the bed post viciously while the other squeezed Hoseok’s thigh.
“Scream for me, pretty boy. Tell everyone who’s fucking you so, so well.” Hoseok said and thrust himself into Yoongi so hard that Yoongi did just what he said.
“OH GOD, HOSEOK.” He yelled at the top of his lungs. Hoseok smiled but was not satisfied. He wanted more.
He thrust in again, just as hard and gaining a better reaction.
He pounded harder and faster.
Yoongi wailed louder and louder.
Yoongi’s cum continued to pour and pour. It was like an endless stream that only came in continuous, and heavy spurts.
Hoseok was starting feel close to his high, so close that he was beginning to tremble. He Slowly dropped Yoongi back onto the bed and pulled out.
Yoongi whined at how empty his gaping and clenching hole was.
Hoseok shimmied forward onto his body and straddled Yoongi’s chest.
“I’m gonna cum on you now and I don’t want you to miss a drop.” Hoseok said and stroked his cock. He shuddered on top of Yoongi as he did so. Yoongi smirked at the sight of Hoseok sitting on top of him, ready to release.
“Come on me, baby,” He said in a low voice, ”I fucking dare you.”
Hoseok stroked his cock a little bit hard than the last and gave up.
He didn’t even try to hold it in.
He released his warm creamy contents all over Yoongi’s neck and face.
Yoongi moaned in pleasure. He opened his mouth wide and let Hoseok’s seed fill his mouth and drip across his cheeks.
“Suck me, Min.” Hoseok said quietly.
“Finally.” Yoongi whispered. He pulled Hoseok closer by his waist and gently guided his cock to his lips.
Hoseok wasn’t completely finished expelling himself and Yoongi’s mouth was already full of his cum. Yoongi decided there was only one thing to do and promptly swallowed the contents in his mouth and filled it with Hoseok’s cock.
He didn’t take it slow, he kept taking in more cock until his nose grazed Hoseok’s abdomen. He didn’t even notice that the tip of Hoseok’s cock had definitely touched the back of his throat.
He had virtually no gag reflex, he had to be prepared for anything.
This, please Hoseok very much.
His cum was continuing to fill Yoongi’s mouth and Yoongi was struggling.
His tongue was maneuvering and stroking all over Hoseok’s length. He was sucking harder and softer.
Hoseok groaned at every new feeling.
The amount of cum in Yoongi’s mouth became too much for him to bare, and he swallowed again, his esophagus trying to take Hoseok’s dick with it.
Hoseok let out a loud groan and Yoongi felt more cum sleep down into his throat.
He felt his eyes start tearing up and it started getting harder to breath. He wasn’t about to abandon his mission yet.
He was gonna milk as much as he could out of Hoseok.
He swallowed again even though there was hardly anything to swallow and Hoseok’s body flopped forward, his arm holding him up against the wall behind the head board.
“Oh god… YOONGI.” Hoseok yelled. Yoongi couldn’t smile, he just swallowed again and Hoseok began to tremble again as Yoongi continued the process of not consuming Hoseok’s entire cock.
Hoseok’s breathing became incredibly heavy and Yoongi decided he no longer want Hoseok’s large dick torturing his throat any longer. He slowly pulled away from Hoseok, letting himself choke a bit as he removed the member from his throat.
It did the trick.
Hoseok groaned loudly as he came into Yoongi’s mouth for the second time.

“What the fuck…” Hoseok breathed, and Yoongi just chuckled as he removed Hoseok’s sensitive cock from his mouth.
“I win.” Yoongi whispered, as Hoseok sat back on Yoongi’s chest, cum still dripping from his tip.
“What did you just do to me?” Hoseok asked, like he had never been sucked off before.
“You can do the math can’t you?” Yoongi asked, sitting up so that Hoseok was in his lap.
“That was…” Hoseok trailed off
“Yeah…” Yoongi said, knowing exactly what Hoseok meant.
The stopped and stared at each other, making direct eye contact.
Hoseok slowly leaned in a little, brushing a strand of hair out off Yoongi’s face.
“There something in your eyes that I have never been able to figure out.” Hoseok said quietly.
“I know, it’s the lies that I hold.” Yoongi said, in all seriousness.
“No, there’s something more in there. It’s swimming around, almost like it’s worry. At the same time it’s kind of calming. Makes me feel okay to be here.” Hoseok explained. He understood, Yoongi knew he understood. No one had ever understood that there was more to Yoongi than just the heartless man he shows to everyone.
“We need to clean up.” Yoongi said. Hoseok nodded.
“Despite being rich I only have one shower. We can take turns if you want or we can go together.” Yoongi explained.
“Together please.” Hoseok said in a soft voice. Yoongi gently grabbed his hand and led him off the bed.
“Together it is then.”

They showered and dried each other off, carefully and gently. They each made sure the other was doing okay and Yoongi invited Hoseok to stay the night.
“You don’t have to, but if you do I have a spare room you can use.” Yoongi said, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.
“Yoongi, can I just sleep with you?” Hoseok asked, his face getting a little pink.
“Yeah sure, I don’t mind at all.” Yoongi said and they made their way back to Yoongi’s bed.
They made sure all the covers and sheets were changed and Yoongi fluffed all the pillows.
They lay down beside each other. Silence followed for a little while but then Yoongi broke it.
“You feel okay being here?” Yoongi asked.
“Yeah, I do.” Hoseok replied.
“Yeah, my dad won’t have to kill you either.” Yoongi said with a smile. Hoseok tilted his head. Perhaps Yoongi’s response was not so ideal.
“In what way…” He asked. Yoongi lifted one of his hands and waggled his fingers.
“There’s nothing a single on of my finger prints on you because I don’t have any.” Yoongi said. Hoseok still looked a little confused, but also concerned about the fingerprints.
“Fingerprints last longer on skin up here in the city. There’s a lot of scandals, and so fingerprint tracing on skin and clothing helps us figure out who was with who. If anyone ever discovered that I was here with you, and could be a potential leak, you would have to be offed.” Yoongi said. Hoseok’s gaze shifted into horror.
“That is… kind of insane what the fuck.” Hoseok replied. “What did you guys to do make fingerprints last longer?”
Hoseok wasn’t concerned about dying.
While him and Yoongi were rivals, they had an unspoken respect for each other and he knew that he could trust Yoongi for as long as he didn’t put himself out of line.
“I honestly do not know, that’s one secret that I don’t know.” He said. Hoseok sighed and slid closer to Yoongi
“One secret you do know is how you know my given name.” Hoseok said quietly. Yoongi leaned over him to the wall by his bed and switched off a light, leaving the room almost completely dark.
“I was sixteen, in the suburbs, right by my friend’s house.” Yoongi started. He hadn’t told this story to anyone. The only other person who knew was his friend whose house he was at.
As he told the story, he allowed himself to wrap around Hoseok.
He didn’t know what exactly happened inside of him but he felt the need to protect Hoseok a bit more now as he told him what could have happened to him.
Hoseok didn’t fight back, instead he sunk into Yoongi’s warm body. The story was terrifying, especially because it involved one of Hoseok’s close friends.
“…Because of this whole thing, the organization had to keep tabs on everyone affiliated with this guy until he was taken care of. You, Hoseok, were on that list.” Yoongi explained. He felt Hoseok shudder a bit.
“I’m sorry…” Yoongi whispered
“No, no keep going.” Hoseok whispered back, and muzzled his face into Yoongi’s chest.
“Okay…”
The story was long, but in the end, Hoseok got answers about not only his name, but the king vicious scar on Yoongi’s body which he had been gently stroking unconsciously.
“Would you have killed me?” Hoseok whispered.
“I don’t know… If I had come across you, and we had made eye contact… no. I wouldn’t not have been able to lay a finger on you.”
Yoongi said. Hoseok looked up at him.
“Why?” Hoseok asked.
“I remember that the first time I ever saw your picture and looked in your eyes, even through the screen I saw a lot of hope and a lot of something else in your eyes. A lot of that something else made me feel very… not alone.” Yoongi said and held Hoseok a little tighter.
“You were only sixteen… I mean I was fifteen we were so young how could you have possibly felt so much at sixteen?” Hoseok wondered.
“Years and years of bottling and organizing every emotion I would ever feel made it almost easier to feel things when I saw someone else feel them.” Yoongi said.
“Oh Yoongi…” Hoseok whispered. Yoongi heard his voice crack a little bit.
“A-Are you crying?” Yoongi asked, he looked down and saw that Hoseok’s eyes were a bit shinier than he remembered.
“Thank you for not killing me.” Hoseok said very quietly. Yoongi leaned down and kissed his forehead gently.
“I will never kill you, I will never even come close to letting it be asked of me.”
“Why?”
“Because you understand, more than anyone else, things that I don’t even understand. I just know that you do.”
“You’re beautiful you know that?”
“So are you Hoseok.”