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Yoongi can’t help but fidget from his place squished between Namjoon and Jin, not even trying to keep track of all the conversations happening with 5 people talking over each other. He’s lost in thought looking at the beefcake of a man now sitting opposite him and reminiscing on the scrawny little 12 year old he first met at Seoul International Arts Academy. SIAA had a buddy system that had grouped the 7 of them together across the different years and somehow they had just never separated since, even when life tried its best to do so.
It’s weird being back together as a whole group after so many years. Graduation, military service, and now university has kept them apart for far too long. They had all managed to meet in pairs or smaller groups, but this was the first time since Jin graduated from SIAA that all seven of them had managed to be in the same place at the same time, and all in honour of two of their babies' military discharges.
Currently though, they’re waiting on the final person to arrive. Taehyung rubs his hands across the buzz of Jimin and Jungkook’s heads, trying to lure them into a bet to dye their hair, which Jin is egging on while Namjoon tries his best to be the voice of reason. Yoongi is trying not to think about the missing piece to their puzzle.
There was once a time he would have called Hoseok his vitamin, his battery pack, his soulmate. His boyfriend. They shared a lot of their firsts together. But when Yoongi started his enlistment they decided it was safer to break up, the military was already hard enough without risking it being dangerous. As the years passed they moved on from their boyish love, both of them having casual and semi-serious relationships - though none had ever been serious enough to introduce to the group.
It’s been nearly a year since they last saw each other. Yoongi had spent the last few months since finishing his Music production degree back in Daegu, helping after his grandma had a fall. Of course they’ve messaged and had hour-long facetimes, but Yoongi is painfully aware that this is the first time he’s seen Hoseok in person in far too long.
‘Five minutes away (〜^∇^)〜’ Buzzes through on his phone. His heart is beating faster and faster, his palms sweating slightly as he comes to a startling realisation. That being squished between two of his oldest friends with no hope of escape is possibly the worst place to be when you figure out that you never actually got over your first love.
The volume of noise suddenly increases, causing him to flinch into Jin’s side as the others fly out of their booth to descend on to Hoseok who has appeared with a flourish, his trademark laugh bubbling from the middle of the chaos. A waitress titters at them, guestering for them to get back into their seats, though she giggles from behind her hand when Namjoon and the three youngest turn their charm on for her. Such whores he thinks fondly.
While the others are preoccupied Hoseok slides onto the bench next to him, his heart shaped smile splitting his face as he presses right against Yoongi, reaching beyond him to Jin so Yoongi is squished into the middle of a hug.
“Yoongi-ah! Jinnie-hyung!” Yoongi thinks he might go blind from the brightness of that smile “Ahh, it’s so good to see everyone”
When he’s finally released Hoseok doesn’t pull away completely, his thigh presses firmly against Yoongi's under the table as the others finally take their seats again.
“I’ve ordered a round of drinks” Namjoon slides back into their side of the booth, squishing Yoongi even further between Hoseok and Jin. “I’m so happy we can finally have a proper catch up”
The maknaes start filling them in, Jimin and Jungkook telling all the stories from their time in the army, having enlisted together definitely seeming to have made the experience better for them. Their next plans are a dance academy for Jimin and art school for Jungkook, and they both reveal they snuck off to get tattoos the moment they could. Jimin starts stripping in the middle of the booth, twisting to show them the moons on his back much to the excitement of the waitresses.
“I would have got it before discharge but I think that would have pushed it too far.” Jungkook grins as he holds out his arm with the beginnings of a sleeve, his freshly healing piercing glinting in the fluorescent lights.
Taehyung is weirdly secretive about his experience as part of the Special Duty Team, wiggling his eyebrows a lot and telling them ‘it’s classified information’ and ‘I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you’, though he’s more than happy to tell them he’s top in his fashion design class and loving the freedom of university life.
Namjoon spends more time telling them about the military band than anything else, which segues nicely into his dual music/business degree and then he and Jin are locked into an intense discussion about the toxic business practices of the music industry. Jin might still be an assistant at a small entertainment company, but he’s got big plans. He loudly declares that his experience as an instructor in the army has taught him how to efficiently train people.
Hoseok manages to interrupt them by proclaiming that he was definitely a better instructor than Jin was, which nearly ends up in a slap fight happening over Yoongi's head.
Then the attention is turned to Yoongi, as they seemingly collectively realise he’s never really told any of them about his enlistment. It wasn’t something he did on purpose, but he hates attention and they definitely would have fussed if they knew what happened at the time.
“You know, I don’t think I even know when you were discharged hyung” Namjoon frowns at him “I know you went back to Degu for a while, but what unit were you in?”
“Ah, well” Yoongi's fingers find a napkin to shred “So I actually did social service.”
He’s not sure he’s ever heard the others be so quiet, his eyes flickering over their faces, taking in the concern there. They all know that means something happened to him. Taehyung is looking him over like he might be actively bleeding to death. He never meant to keep any of this from them, but he supposes they should probably know now.
“You know the accident I got in after I left SIAA, when I went home for a bit right?” The others nod, probably remembering the few months of no contact Yoongi put them through at the time. He’d told them he dislocated his shoulder falling down some stairs and was staying with his parents to recover. “I actually was doing deliveries to save up some money.”
A phantom ache builds in his shoulder as he remembers the event “One day the rain was really heavy and this car came out of nowhere, I woke up halfway under it with a shattered shoulder”
He keeps his eyes focused on his lap. He doesn’t want to deal with whatever the others are feeling right now, but he knows he’s going to get told off for never telling them.
“I had surgery on it, but it doesn’t have the full range of motion and I didn’t pass the physical for military service.” He watches as Hoseok's hand reaches out, feels it grip his knee to squeeze “Funny that a dodgy shoulder got me out of exercise, but the depression didn’t.”
“Jesus, hyung” Jimin snorts in disbelief “Are you like, okay now though?”
Yoongi looks up at his dongsaengs, Jimin and Taehyung both looking cautious while Jungkook's giant boba eyes stare into his soul.
“Yeah” He offers them a soft smile “Hyungs all good now”
“God that was depressing” Jin sighs “Come on, we’re supposed to be celebrating the babies discharge!”
Namjoon leans out of the booth to wave down a waitress and order more drinks, the others lapsing back into conversation while they wait. Hoseok's hand is still on his knee.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He glances at Hoseok from the corner of his eye.
“I didn’t want anyone to worry, it wasn’t like you could have done anything about it.”
“I’m not just ‘anyone’ though, am I?” Hoseok huffs, squeezing his knee “I could have kept you company, fed you grapes or something.”
“Hoba, don’t be angry with me” Yoongi can’t help but pout “I was a dumb teenager, and Eomma fed me grapes anyway.”
He knows the others will get over his little omission, but he hadn’t expected Hoseok to actually be upset. The urge to cheer him up is overwhelming.
“Tell me about that guy you were seeing, Hoshi?” He doesn't really want to hear about Hoseok's love life, but it will at least get the attention off himself.
“Oh yeah!” Jimin butts in from across the table “I was going to ask you about that hyung! I saw his post on instagram with Woozi?”
“Ahh” Hoseok’s fingers tap a drum beat against his arm. “We weren’t actually together, it was more of a situationship?”
“Oh, that makes sense” Jimin nods “I was kind of confused when you got together, I totally thought that he was going out with Woozi”
“He didn’t think anything was going to happen so we were just commiserating together, but then Woozi got super jealous when he found us at a club” Hoseok snickers, far too happy for someone who got left for another man. Yoongi decides he must be telling the truth about them not being together. But he can’t help but wonder what they commisterating about?
“And anyway, we weren’t really compatible if you know what I mean” There is awful eyebrow wiggling to go along with that.
“Oh oh oh, too many cooks in the kitchen?”
“Mhm, total service top”
Yoongi feels like he’s watching a game of tennis, switching between looking at Jimin and Hoseok.
“I would have thought you’d like being serviced”
“I like telling people what to do, two totally different things.”
“Yeah, I remember you teaching us choreography. Pretty sure I’m more traumatised from that than the military!”
“Yah, you’re lucky I wasn’t your instructor! I would have whipped you into shape!”
“What is it about bossing people that you like?” Namjoon interrupts, a look of curiosity on his face. Not that Yoongi can see that, as he can’t take his eyes off of Hoseok.
“Hmm it’s not really that I like bossing people around, more that I like them doing what I want?” Yoongi feels a blush creep up, are they really talking about this in public? Maybe he wouldn't find it so embarrassing if he wasn’t into being bossed around. And if Hoseok wasn’t currently kneading his thigh.
“For me it’s a trust thing.” Najmoon nods in understanding “They trust me to look after them, not push them too far, and I enjoy getting to do what I want”
Hoseok's long fingers are trailing higher up his thigh, sliding between Yoongi's legs to lightly trace over the inner seam of his jeans.
“I like working for it, too easy and it’s boring” Hoseok's hand reaches its goal, cupping his slowly hardening cock through his jeans “Too much push back and they’re just another dom, I want someone who makes me prove myself.”
“And it’s mutual” Yoongi subtly spreads his legs wider, his heart pounding in his chest and heat coiling between his thighs. “They’re usually getting off on giving up control, they get to let go and trust that I’ll stop if needed.”
“Woah” Namjoons response snaps Yoongi back into his body, his thighs snapping shut around Hoseok's hand. He feels Hoseok tense and start to withdraw his hand until Yoongi reaches down to grip his wrist, hoping Hoseok gets the message and that none of the others notice what's happening. Hoseok relaxes, giving Yoongi's dick a quick squeeze.
“Yeah, it can be kind of intense but it’s super freeing too!”
“I suppose I’ve never really thought about it, I think I might read up on it!” Namjoon already has his phone out googling away, oblivious to the rest of the group laughing at him. After that derailment, they turn the conversation towards the future and everyone's plans now that they are relatively free.
Hoseok's hand never moves.
“Yoongi-ah, when are you moving back to seoul?” Jin wraps himself around Yoongi's arm like they're in a romcom “Your eternal roommate misses you.”
“And here I thought you had enough of me at school”
“Yah, I could never have enough of my Yoongi-ya! You were my best roommate ever” Taehyung, Jin's last roommate, huffs a disgruntled ‘hey’ “But really, when can we expect you back, hmm?”
“Soon hyungie, I’m actually looking for somewhere to live around Yongsan at the moment as it’s not to far from the studio I’m working from”
“You should move in with me” He whips his head around to Hoseok so fast his neck aches.
“What?”
“I mean, I live in Yongsan and my roommate just moved out so really you’d be doing me a favour!”
“Hoba, are you sure?
“Of course I am, you were crashing on Joonies couch right?” Hoseok's hand is burning. “You can come back with me instead and check the room out?”
The rest voice their agreement so Yoongi can only nod, leaving Hoseok looking very pleased. Yoongi kind of checks out of the conversation after that, luckily the others are used to him going quiet so no one bothers him too much. He doesn’t protest when Hoseok slides his whisky across to Jungkook and starts ordering water for them, it means that when it’s finally time to leave and Hoseok helps him out of the booth, they are the only sober two of the group. He also doesn’t protest when Hoseok wraps around him like an octopus when they wave the others off, waiting for a taxi to take them back to Hoseok’s apartment.
“Hyung” The gravel of Hoseok's voice sends a shiver down Yoongi’s spine “You’ve done this before haven’t you?”
“Yeah, yeah I have.”
“Ahh, it kind of pisses me off that I wasn’t you first but at least it means we don’t have to go too slow” He pauses “Unless you like slow? What do you like?”
“I like” It’s weird to say out loud “I like being looked after”
“Yeah? Want to be my baby?”
“I’m not calling you daddy” He snorts.
“I can live with that, I like it when you call me Hoba anyway. What else do you like?”
“I like being held down.”
“And?”
“Having my hair pulled.”
“And?”
“I like to fight back.”
“Oh a brat, how fun” Yoongi scrunches his face “Hmm, traffic light system?”
“Works for me, my safe word is Gloss”
“Gloss? Your tag from school?” That seems to be highly amusing to Hoseok, his laughter peeling through the night air “Mines socks”
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Hoseok's apartment is small, but cosy. A decent sized sofa takes up most of the sitting room, with an open plan kitchen and three closed doors coming off from the main room.
“This one is the bathroom” Hoseok opens the door with a flourish to reveal a simple bathroom, though Yoongi notes the shower is big enough for two. “And this is the spare room.”
It’s rather small, is Yoongi's first thought. Enough room for a single bed, a chest of drawers or wardrobe, and maybe a small desk - definitely not enough room for all his producing equipment and instruments. Maybe Hoseok would like him to re-arrange the sitting room a bit, that could definitely work.
“Why don’t you jump in the shower, and I’ll grab us some drinks?” It’s phrased like a question, but Yoongi can hear the command underlying the words. “There are spare towels in the cupboard, feel free to use anything in there.”
Hoseok presses a quick kiss pressed to his temple and he's suddenly overcome with a sense of wrongness. He needs to feel those lips on his.
Kissing Hoseok for the first time in 6 years feels right. No fireworks, just the sensation of coming home after a long time away. Climbing into fresh sheets, a warm shower on a cold day, a cold drink on a warm day, and every other analogy Yoongi will think of when he’s not preoccupied with kissing.
“Shower” Hoseok gently pushes him away with one final kiss.
Yoongi showers as quickly as possible while still being thorough, thankfully finding a new douche in a drawer. After, he stands in front of the fogged up mirror internally arguing with himself. Is he really doing this? What does he want from this? Does he want something serious again, and will he be okay if Hoseok doesn’t? The sounds of Hoseok moving around the flat pull him from his thoughts. Solving the world's problems can wait until tomorrow, right now what he wants is on the other side of that door. He tightens the towel around his waist and pulls the door open, his heart skipping a beat when Hoseok beams at him from the sofa.
“There you are!” He watches the other man roll off the sofa into his feet, reaching out to him “Come here.”
Yoongi takes the offered hand and is tugged into Hoseok’s arms, resting his cheek against Hoseok's shoulder and breathing in the familiar scent.
“I missed you so much hyung”
“I missed you too, Hoba”
“It’s weird, but I’m kind of excited like it’s our first time again.”
“Hmm, not weird at all. It’s not like we ever did anything like this when we were younger.”
“True, I can’t wait to see what makes you fall apart” Long fingers slip under his chin to lift him into a gentle kiss as Hoseok wraps an arm around his waist, guiding him to the bedroom. When the bed hits the back of his knees he sits heavily on the mattress, watching Hoseok take a step back to start stripping his own clothes.
“These are new” Yoongi reaches out to touch the warm skin of Hoseok's stomach. He was always physically fit, but Yoongi swears his abs were never this defined.
“Ah-ah, keep your hands to yourself.”
His tone is light but his gaze is hot when Yoongi's eyes flick to Hoseok's to gauge his mood. The game has started. Yoongi reaches out again only to have his hand slapped away.
“No touching yet hyung, you can be a good boy for me can’t you?” Yoongi doesn’t respond, but he leans back to rest on his forearms to watch Hoseok strip the rest of his clothes unashamedly. His dick is as big as he remembers, at least something hasn't changed.
“Is that the evidence of your hard work, Sargent?” Yoongi stands again, stepping forward to ghost his fingers across Hoseok's stomach, a hair's breadth from touching.
“There are some benefits of the military” Hoseok stomach flexes, goosebumps rising where Yoongi's fingers trail “God you’re so small, I bet you bruise beautifully too.”
“You know I still did basic training right?” he pouts “I’m not some delicate flower.”
The world spins. In a moment Hoseok has grabbed his wrist and twisted him around, shoving him forward with enough force to push him fully onto the bed. His body covers him completely - Yoongi struggles, Hoseok lets him half twist underneath him, enough to see the smirk on Hoseok's face.
“That was dirty, I wasn’t ready!”
“All's fair in love and war, hyung”
“If that’s how we’re playing, fine” Yoongi presses his thigh against Hoseok's cock and presses up, grinding against him and drawing a hiss of pleasure from the other man. His own dick hardening against the towel around his waist. Hoseok surges forward to press a hard kiss to his mouth, licking deep as he starts grinding down against Yoongi, pinning him to the bed with his full weight.
“This works for me too” Hoseok pulls back slightly, still grinding down “I can just get off like this and leave you hard, maybe tie you up so you can’t touch yourself.”
“Like hell you are” Yoongi pushes against Hoseok's shoulder, trying to get room to wriggle out, but all he achieves is loosening his towel so that there is no friction against his cock at all. The drag of Hoseok dick against his thigh is maddening, he twists again, this time trying to reach for his own dick only to have Hoseok snatch his wrist away and pin them both by his head.
“Beg”
“Make me” He tries to hook a leg to flip them, but Hoseok barely moves against Yoongi's full strength. When the fuck did Hoba get so strong? He’ll need to play really dirty.
Yoongi is well aware of what he looks like, has spent years honing the ‘honey boy’ look, and he knows that Hoseok will definitely be vulnerable. He twists onto his back as much as possible, hoping the way his hair and arms fall looks soft and delicate, tilts his head back ever so slightly to gaze through his lashes, and lets out a high pitched whine. This particular move has led to him being called kitten more than once, and it seemed to be just as effective on Hoseok who paused his grinding to stare at Yoongi with wide eyes. Yoongi takes the moment to slip a leg out, wrap it around Hoseok’s hip and finally flip them. Hoseok lets out an ‘oof’ when he hits the mattress and Yoongi takes advantage of his surprise to grab both his wrists and pin them to the bed. From his position on top he was able to start rolling his hips against Hoseok, drawing gasps from both of them.
He quickly loses himself in the pleasure, leaning over to kiss Hoseok again as they rut against each other, Hoseok planting his feet against the matters to give himself more leverage as he grinds up, groaning into their kiss. One particularly hard thrust nearly dislodges Yoongi, knocking him forward and loosening his grip on Hoseok's wrists. It takes two seconds before there's one hand in his hair and another on his hip and somehow he finds himself yet again face down on the bed, this time on his knees with a hard grip on his hair wrenching his head back to a near painful degree.
“Did you have fun baby?”
“Mmm, I did” Yoongi lifts his hips to push against Hoseok's cock “Let me up and I’ll show you again”
The sharp crack of Hoseok's hand against his ass registers before the pain, his cry of surprise fading into a moan as the heat of the hit radiates up his side. Hoseok rubs the red spot, using his grip on Yoongi's hair to pull his back into a deep arch.
“You like that? You need me to put you in your place?”
Yoongi nods as much as he can, pressing back into Hoseok's hand on his ass. He folds easily when Hoseok pushes him down, pressing his head into the sheets where he is surrounded by the smell of the other man. Hoseok knocks his knees further apart, rubbing his free hand across on cheek then the other, before drawing back to land a stinging hit where thigh meets cheek, quickly drawing back to deliver the same treatment to the other side, before going back to the first cheek.
He continues like that, barely pausing between each hit and striking with such precision that the sting starts to fade to a constant ache. He must be watching Yoongi closely as once the flinching lessens he moves spots, now spanking towards the side of the cheek. Yoongi is glad he wasn’t asked to count, he couldn’t. Not when the contrast between the hits has him gasping into the bedding, his mind turning syrupy with the rhythm Hoseok sets up. He sinks deeper into the sheets, the ache of his back barely noticeable compared to the fire of his ass.
The third change seems to come both after an age and too soon, as the flat of Hoseok's palm meets the middle of the cheek Yoongi cries out and pulls away reflexively, his hands twisting the sheets in his grip to try and brace against the hits. Hoseok must take sympathy on him for being so good, as these hits don’t last as long. A hand gently strokes the warm skin of his ass.
“What's your colour baby?”
Yoongi rubs his face into the damp sheets as he rocks back into the caresses, he didn’t realise he’d been crying. He doesn't think he’s ever been so hard.
“So fucking green.”
Hoseok's groan has his dick twitching, then he's flinching away as cold lube drips down his crack.
“Whoops!” The asshole doesn’t sound the slightest bit sorry, but Yoongi doesn’t care as two fingers finally slip inside him. “You know, I dreamed about this.”
Yoongi’s foggy mind tries to work out what he could be talking about.
“About finally having you like this again, I always knew you had the potential to be the dirtiest little slut.”
Oh fuck.
“You know I’m never letting go again, hyung?” Hoseok's fingers are stroking against his walls, a third slipping in as he tugs his rim open. “Waited too long, not letting you slip away from me this time.”
“Hoba, can the confession of love wait until after we’ve cum?”
Hoseok pulls his fingers out and Yoongi thinks he finally getting fucked until theres a sudden sting when Hoseok slaps directly on his hole.
“Ah, Hoba!” He starts to twist but a hand presses between his shoulder blades, keeping his chest down on the bed. Hoseok lands another smack on his hole.
“Maybe I’ll be able to fuck the attitude out of you.” The head of Hoseok's cock pressing against his rim nearly has him cumming then and there. Later he’ll swear he blacked out when Hoseok actually pushed in, as the next thing he knows is the burning of Hoseok's hips being pressed against his red ass. He cries out as Hoseok slowly pulls his hips back before snapping forward and burying himself deep inside Yoongi. His pace is just as punishing as his spanking was, it’s almost too much as Yoongi tries to move forward, get away from the dick currently rearranging his insides. Hoseok's hands clamp down on his hips, pulling him back to meet his thrusts.
“What’s wrong, hyung?” The mocking tone of his voice has tears welling in Yoongi's eyes again “Is it too much for the poor little slut? I thought you wanted this?”
Hoseok slips a hand into his hair and twists, pulling it tight against his scalp.
“You can make this all stop any time you want to.” Yoongi can only whine in response “Ask for mercy and I’ll fuck you nice and soft.”
Yoongi keeps his mouth stubbornly shut.
“Don’t blame me later then” His head is shoved back into the sheet as Hoseok resumes his brutal pace. Each time his hips meet Yoongi's ass he squeaks from the ache, the bedding barely muffling the sound, his face burns hot from embarrassment when Hoseok laughs. From then it seems to be his goal to draw as many embarrassing sounds as possible from Yoongi, Hoseok angling his hips until his cock is pressing on Yoongi's prostate with each thrust. Yoongi snakes his hand down when he can feel his orgasm building, reaching to jerk himself off, but Hoseok quickly grabs him and pins his wrist to the bed next to his head. From this position Hoseok is pressed deep inside him.
“Did I say you could touch?” Yoongi shakes his head as much as he can. “Leave your hands there like a good boy.”
It’s hard, he twists his fingers into the sheets to stop himself from reaching down but he wants to be good, wants to feel those long fingers wrap around him. So he stays, gasping into the sheets and feeling every inch of Hoseok cock as it splits him open, the sting of his scalp from the grip on his hair, the burn of his ass with every thrust, and does everything he can to ignore the ache of his cock. He sobs when Hoseok finally relents, wrapping his hand around him and stroking him in time with his thrusts. The sudden friction has him gasping and twisting, his body torn between thrusting into his grip and trying to escape the too-much pleasure. His orgasm slams into him, his legs shaking through the waves of pleasure when Hoseok continues to milk him. The over stimulation makes him twitch and he can’t stop himself from reaching down to grab Hoseok's wrist, though he doesn’t do anything more than hold on, letting Hoseok continue to stroke him.
“Good boy hyung, you’re learning aren’t you?” The strokes slow as Hoseok starts to pull out, Yoongi realising that at some point Hoseok had cum too. The warmth of the other man disappears for only a moment, then there are hands on him again, slipping under his arms to help him sit back up. He definitely feels the ache in his back now as he leans against Hoseok's chest.
“How was that?” Hoseok runs his fingers through his hair to rub at his scalp. If Yoongi was actually a cat he would definitely be purring. As it is, a grumble is the best he can offer, closing his eyes as he tucks his face into Hoseok's neck. “I’ll take that as a good sign”
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The shower is indeed big enough for two, Yoongi finds out once his legs finally start working. Now they’re wrapped in blankets on the sofa, having decided that changing the bed sheets could wait until the next day.
“You know that was a genuine offer to move in right?” Yoongi is lying on top of Hoseok, resting his chin on his chest. “It wasn't only an excuse to get you into bed.”
“Is that true?” Yoongi snorts “I’ll think about it”
“Will you? Seriously?” The earnest look on Hoseok's face has his heart aching.
“I will, but there are lots of things to consider, Hoba.”
“Like what?”
“Like the fact that I want to try again, if you do.”
Hoseok eyes flick over his face, probably trying to decide how serious he is.
“I do. Does that mean you will or won't move in?”
“Honestly I don’t know, it should feel like we’re moving too fast but we’ve known each other for nearly 10 years. There’s nothing new to learn about each other now.”
“Especially after tonight.”
They lie in silence for a while before Hoseok speaks again.
“I never stopped loving you.”
A lump forms in Yoongi’s throat, stopping any words. The only response he can form is a soft kiss to Hoseok's lips, hoping the depths of his feelings could be felt.
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All of Yoongi's joints creak as he stands from his desk in the spare room, moving for the first time in hours. He’s been so caught up in his newest song that he hadn’t realised the sky outside had darkened. It’s been four months since he moved back to Seoul and in with Hoseok. To begin with they’d stayed in separate rooms, but Yoongi spent so many nights in Hoseok's bed that they quickly gave up on that idea and the spare room officially became Yoongi's studio.
Making his way to the kitchen he starts pulling out the ingredients for gabli, poking the beef he’s been marinating all day as he checks the time to work out when to start cooking. Hoseok should be back in 20 minutes, but he’ll want a shower so there's no rush he decides. He’s half way through preparing the sides when the front door opens.
“Jagiya, I’m home!” Comes Hoseok's sing-song greeting, the man floating into the room to wrap around Yoongi, swaying them together at the counter.
“Welcome home, how was class?”
“Goooooood” A kiss is pressed to his neck “Missed you though.”
“You always miss me, you sap.”
“Guilty as charged!”
“Go jump in the shower, dinner will be ready once you’re done.”
Yoongi firmly believes in taking pleasure in the small victories in life, and setting the last dish on the table just as a now clean Hoseok come back in is definitely a win in his books.
“Oh oh oh, my perfect little house wife.”
“I will poison you”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time” Hoseok, the weirdo, smirks at the threat. “Oh, I bumped into Hoshi and Woozi today, they might come around for dinner this weekend if that works for you?”
“Hmm, should be fine” The question triggers a memory “Hoba, you said your relationship with Hoshi was a ‘commiseration’, what were you commiserating?”
Hoseok pauses, looking amused. “Have you ever met Woozi?”
“No, I don’t think so?”
Hoseok pulls his phone out and fiddles with it for a moment before sliding it across the table to him with a gleeful look. On the screen, staring back at him, is his doppelganger.
“What?”
“You could be brothers!”
“I don’t get it” Hoseok doubles over with laughter
“Hyung, we bonded over having unrequited love for men who look so similar!”
“Hoba, that's ridiculous” What kind of basis for a relationship was that?
“Hey, it’s better than pining away lonely writing sappy love songs.”
“I told you that when I was drunk, you can’t hold that against me.”
“Hmm, I can certainly hold something else against you”
Yoongi ignored that comment, instead stuffing his mouth with beef and pretending he wasn't hideously in love.