ah could you do yoonseok with unbreakable kiss ? xx
7. Unbreakable Kiss - The type of kiss that really shouldn’t be happening, it’s a mistake, but you just can’t find yourself able to pull away.
this prompt.. it aches………. (im like.. rly sorry for how angsty this got lmao)
It happens when they’re in Tokyo. Yoongi loves Tokyo — almost as much as he loves being at home, probably. It’s been a long day, but he still knocks on Hoseok’s hotel door just after midnight.
“Are you drunk?” Hoseok asks when Yoongi stumbles into the room, tripping into his arms a little. Hoseok wrinkles his nose and giggles at his hyung, pushing the door closed and guiding him over to the bed.
Yoongi looks up at him with a sleepy smile. “Mildly.”
Hoseok rolls his eyes and laughs as he flops next to Yoongi on the bed. “Where was my invite?” he asks, pulling Yoongi down next to him and against his side. It’s something that they don’t really do when they’re in Korea — a rule they’ve put in place for themselves that, for some reason, becomes a bit more lenient when they’re travelling.
Yoongi ignores his question, curling into Hoseok’s side instead and closing his eyes. Hoseok doesn’t mind the quiet —enjoys silence with Yoongi more than anyone else, and the weight of him against his side is comforting. Yoongi’s breathing is deep and after a few minutes, he thinks he’s fallen asleep until Yoongi stirs, tilting his head up to look at Hoseok. “Will you kiss me?” he asks, voice raw.
Hoseok closes his eyes and breathes out deeply, shakily. “Yoongi,” he says softly, like a warning. “We’ve talked about— ”
“I know,” he interrupts. “I don’t care.” His eyes are pleading as he looks at Hoseok and God, Hoseok has always been weak for his hyung. He would tear apart cities and move mountains for him if he asked him to. And this feeling that has simmered between them for months now — it’s not like they haven’t addressed it. Hoseok knows how Yoongi feels, and they both know it’s a terrible idea, which is why they had agreed to keep each other at arms length until the feeling went away.
The only problem is, it’s been months. And Hoseok has been trying. It’s just so hard to push Yoongi away when he’s constantly asking Hoseok to open his arms to him. Hoseok knows that if he kisses Yoongi once, he won’t be able to stop, will be like a man starving. But when Yoongi asks him like this, voice shaking as though he tried with everything in him not to ask, but he wasn’t strong enough to hold back… well, Hoseok is just a man. And he’s a man in love.
Their lips meet with a gasp and it feels like he’s drowning, but at the same time, like he’s taking his first breath of fresh air in months. Yoongi’s hands are fisted in his jumper and his legs are tangled with Hoseok’s. It’s overwhelming, the feeling of Yoongi’s lips, so sure against his. His tongue brushing against Hoseok’s lips and then past them, licking deep into his mouth with a groan that comes from one of them (or both, Hoseok isn’t sure). And it aches, deep inside him, that he knows he can’t have this every day — every passing moment that they get closer, Hoseok feels the burning sadness that wants to burst out of him at the fact that he knows now. He knows what it’s like to kiss someone like it’s the last thing he’s going to do. And he knows that he can’t do it every day.
Yoongi tips his head, breaking their kiss to catch his breath. Their lips are still touching, bodies still pressed impossibly close on the bed. Hoseok closes his eyes and leans his forehead against Yoongi’s, ducking in to capture his lips in another short kiss. “We shouldn’t have— ”
“I love you,” Yoongi murmurs, lips brushing Hoseok’s as he speaks.
It feels like Hoseok has been stabbed in the chest. Like someone is cracking his ribs one by one so that they can reach in and take his heart out and hand it right over to the man in his arms. And he’d give it to him if he asked — of course he would. “Hyung, I— ”
“Don’t say it,” Yoongi rasps. “I can’t, I— if you say it, it’ll kill me to walk out of here in the morning.”
Hoseok wonders how it’s fair that Yoongi gets to walk out, heart still in tact, while he lies here, ripped apart when his hyung leaves. But the thing is, he would give Yoongi anything he asked for. So he nods, fingers shaking as he reaches up to thread his fingers through Yoongi’s soft hair. He pulls him back in while he can. Tomorrow, he’ll have to push him away.
Send me a ship and one of these and i’ll write a minific