*Pairing: boyfriend's best friend!Hoseok x f!Reader (ft. sub!boyfriend!Yoongi)
*Word Count: 3.5k
*Genre: mostly pwp, "watch me while he fucks me," non-idol au, explicit smut, eventual angst, happy ending? maybe?
*Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT, MINORS DNI. this one has a very targeted audience, if you ain't into cuck fetish, maybe keep scrolling. honestly i don't really feel like listing all the warnings... piv sex, unprotected sex (be smart, ya perverts), oral (f. & m. receiving), pet names, little degradation if you squint, edging, orgasm denial kinda, SOPE THREESOME, some mxm because who would i be without that?
*Summary: Things are all cleared up between the three of you after the stunt you pulled for Yoongi's birthday. But, he just can't let that slide, can he?
*A/N: well, that's a wrap! i had so much fun writing this series. it got really hard to continue it as time went on, but i was determined to see it through. i really hope y'all like how this one ends, i know it kinda took a different turn than it might have seemed it would, but regardless.. sope girlies, where you at?!
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“Baby.. you trust me?” Yoongi asks, voice low in your ear as you lie on the bed, silk blindfold tied snugly around your eyes so you can’t see a thing, relying on your other senses to clue you in on what’s happening.
You let out a breath, sharp. “You know I do. What’s this about?”
Yoongi just chuckles, his hand sliding down your side lightly.
See, the thing about Yoongi, arguably the most intriguing thing about him, actually, is that when it’s just you and him in the bedroom, he’s not the same as he is when he watches with Hoseok involved. He definitely doesn’t play the submissive boyfriend role when it’s just the two of you alone. Maybe not as dominant as Hoseok is, but that side still takes over, just more gentle, soft.
The blindfold also isn’t new to you. You and Yoongi have done your fair share of dabbling in a type of sex you like to call “BDSM-lite.” Blindfolds, ropes, the occasional bit of pain.. but nothing too intense. Just enough to satisfy his need to control and your need to be controlled.
But this? This isn’t about that.
It’s different this time. Only.. you don’t know that right now.
“Yoon..” you breathe out.
“Mm?” he hums simply, his fingers trailing softly across your ribs.
“Please.. touch me,” you plead.
His fingers reach the bottom edge of your bra, tracing it as he lets out another soft chuckle, refusing to give in yet.
“That little birthday stunt you pulled.. it was cute,” he says then, a bit of snark in his tone.
Your breath catches, unsure where this is going.
“Made me think about what else I like doing with you,” he continues.
You can’t see him, but you can just imagine the look on his face. Cocky smirk likely plastered across his face, knowing you can’t argue with him right now.
“If I remember correctly.. you said we needed to ‘fix our shit,’ yeah?” he asks then.
You just nod, hesitant.
“You wanted Hoseok’s cock so badly that you couldn’t even wait to have him until I was with you, hm?”
Your mouth falls open slightly, thinking he’d lied to you about being mad when you’d talked about it earlier this week. You can’t even come up with something to say in response, you’re that caught off guard.
“That’s what I thought,” Yoongi tsks, chuckling slightly again at your silence.
Yoongi’s hand squeezes your breast through your bra, kneading it softly. You let out a soft whimper, already so worked up from his earlier touches and the unknown of all of this that even the slightest bit of stimulation to your nipple sends sparks through you.
“My desperate little princess,” he hums.
“Yoon,” you breathe, unable to hide the pure want in your voice.
“See.. what I think you forgot about our little arrangement is that even though Hoseok is involved, he takes control, and I like to watch.. I still call all the shots behind the scenes, don’t I?” he chides.
“I–” you try to form a sentence, but Yoongi just gently taps the side of your cheek to cut you off.
“You can’t make excuses, princess. We both know I didn’t give you permission to let Hoseok fuck you that night.”
“You said– you said we were good,” you finally get out.
Despite not being able to see, you can feel his demeanor gentle just slightly. His hand on your cheek, the one that just gave you a light tap not even a minute ago, caresses it lightly now.
“We are,” he says, that characteristic softness coming through, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun with you now, does it?”
You let out an obviously relieved breath then.
“Yeah.. no, it doesn’t mean that,” you say quietly.
Yoongi gently pinches your cheek then, the dominance coming back.
“Good girl.”
Your face flushes then, his praise sending another jolt of desire through you.
Yoongi’s hands work the front clasp of your bra then, opening it and letting your breasts spill out of the loosened fabric. His hands cup your bare breasts, thumbs circling your nipples, featherlight.
You gasp softly, arching into his touch.
He doesn’t stop this time, hands working your breasts as you feel your desire pool low in your belly.
“Yoongi, please..” you beg, “need more than that.”
He chuckles yet again.
“I know you do. But I think after that stunt you pulled.. tonight, I get to decide what happens and when. How does that sound?” he asks.
You whine, desperate, but nod, giving up any semblance of control you had.
You feel his hands leave your breasts, sliding down your sides until he reaches the top of your panties. His fingers slightly hook into the hem, and you lift your hips for him, but he doesn’t move to take them off. He just snaps the elastic lightly, teasing.
“Nuh uh,” he says, trailing his fingers along the edge, “I didn’t say we were taking these off yet.”
You groan softly, frustrated with his inaction, but all he does is let out a huff of laughter.
You feel him move then, his shoulder nudging your thighs apart to lie on his belly between them.
He starts at your knee, leaving light kisses along the inner side, his lips brushing your skin just barely as he works his way up your inner thigh.
The inability to see heightens every other sensation, each press of his lips making you shiver. He finally reaches the apex of your thighs, sucking a mark into your skin on the inner side of your leg, just below your panty line.
You moan, the sensation coursing through you.
A louder moan escapes your lips when his mouth presses against your covered clit, his tongue dragging slowly across the fabric.
“Yoon,” you breathe out, squirming underneath him.
He continues, his tongue circling over your panties, giving you just enough to feel it, but nowhere near what you actually need.
The fabric of your panties dampens, the wetness of his tongue and your arousal mixing.
He hums against you, the slight vibration making you squirm again as you let out a desperate whimper.
“Patience, princess,” he breathes against you, “we’ll give you what you want.”
But you’re so lost in your desperation that you don’t catch the ‘we.’
-
You have no idea how much time has passed, just that you’re nearly pleading with him now to give you the release you crave.
He still hasn’t taken your panties off, his mouth still working on your clothed pussy. You think he’ll tire of this teasing soon, imagining that he can’t possibly be comfortable right now. Yoongi loves eating pussy. You know that. But this? This is something he’s never done before. Edging you isn’t something he normally does. Actually, sometimes you think that he’s so eager to see you cum on his tongue that he works faster than he should. But you never complain. After all, he doesn’t brag about his tongue technology for nothing.
He pulls away, and you whine.
“For fuck’s sake, Yoongi.. I can’t do this anymore,” you whimper.
His hands rub your thighs lightly, his touch gentle.
“So, I had a thought,” he says.
Your brow furrows, eyes still covered by the blindfold.
“You’re in the middle of eating me out and you ‘had a thought’?” you ask, frustration bubbling up a bit.
He chuckles. That fucking chuckle. You’ve honestly had it with his cocky ass tonight.
“I thought that I’d surprise you tonight,” he says simply.
That’s when you feel a dip in the mattress next to you, a pair of hands cupping your breasts now that definitely aren’t Yoongi’s.
You still, breath escaping your lungs in shock.
“Miss me, doll?”
Hoseok.
-
The blindfold comes off, and you blink, adjusting to the harsh lighting in the room after so much darkness.
Yoongi’s still positioned between your thighs, and Hoseok is now to your left, looking down at you.
“Okay.. obviously I don’t have a problem with this,” you say, gesturing between the two of them, “but why tonight?”
Yoongi just chuckles, that cocky laugh that both irritates you and drives you fuckin’ insane.
“Well, you thought you could get away with just doing whatever you wanted. So, now we’re doing what we want instead, hm?” he says, the corner of his mouth upturned in a smirk.
Hoseok doesn’t say much. He’s still very much on thin ice with Yoongi after the FaceTime incident, so he holds his tongue, squeezing your breast for emphasis.
“Just chill, doll. We got you,” he rasps.
It doesn’t take long after that for clothes to come off completely, anticipation and your already-burning desire coursing through you. Yoongi tugs your panties off, finally, his tongue making contact with your swollen clit instantly without the barrier of fabric covering you.
“Ah— fuck, Yoon,” you whimper, hand moving to tangle into his hair, holding him there.
His tongue works fast, circling your clit in just the right way to keep you just at the edge, but never letting you fall over.
Neither of the two can keep their hands off you, it seems. The room becomes a mess of heavy breathing and gasps, hands everywhere, bodies tangled together.
“Sweet girl, so pretty,” Hoseok coos, voice dripping in mockery, his fingers brushing your hair back from your sweat-slick forehead, “be even prettier with my cock in your mouth though.”
You don’t need to be told twice. You turn your head and open your mouth, taking his cock and getting to work. His groan is visceral, falling as his head tips back, exposing his Adam’s apple.
It turns out that sucking cock while having your pussy eaten is really difficult. You try to focus on your own movements, sucking and licking around Hoseok’s shaft, but every time you get really into it, Yoongi’s tongue does that thing that makes you gasp, killing your rhythm.
Hoseok doesn’t mind though. Not one fucking bit. Every sound you make around his cock sends a shock through him, his fingers gripping your hair harder.
“Shit— keep doing that,” he grunts, hips snapping as he thrusts deeper into your throat.
Without any warning, Yoongi’s fingers crook upwards inside you, hitting that spot, and you let out a choked moan, the sound muffled around Hoseok’s cock. The pleasure washes over you, whimpering as Yoongi’s tongue and fingers work you through your climax.
“That’s it… so fuckin’ pretty,” Yoongi murmurs as he pulls back slightly, fingers pumping slowly to draw out every aftershock.
Hoseok pulls his cock out of your mouth suddenly, chest heaving as he stops himself from spilling down your throat.
“Goddamn, you’re insane. Not even fully focused and you still got me ready to bust in five minutes,” he grits out.
Yoongi’s fingers finally slip out of your pussy, coated in your arousal, and just because he’s that pussy-drunk, he lifts his hand and slides the same fingers straight into Hoseok’s mouth.
Hoseok isn’t even stunned by the action, sucking Yoongi’s fingers clean of your slick.
Yeah, they’re definitely a little into each other, but you don’t care. More fun for you this way anyway, you think.
Yoongi slides his fingers out of Hoseok’s mouth, a trail of spit following before it breaks, then moves next to him.
“Remember what I told you?” Yoongi murmurs quietly in Hoseok’s ear, forcing a nod from him. “Don’t break my fuckin’ trust again, Seok.”
The two switch places then, you still spread out on the mattress beneath them. Yoongi and Hoseok are so in sync when it comes to you, they don’t always need words to convey what’s gonna happen.
Hoseok slides his flushed-red tip through your folds, making you squirm. At the same time, Yoongi’s hand comes up to cup your cheek, positioning your face exactly how he wants before his cock presses into your mouth slowly.
Your lips part around him, sliding your tongue down the vein of his shaft, making him groan.
“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you, doll?” Hoseok chuckles, eyes darting between your mouth working and Yoongi’s face.
Hoseok pushes into you in one slow movement, because, like usual, he always gives you time to adjust before he ruins you.
Your moan around Yoongi’s cock makes both men’s hips stutter, Yoongi gritting his teeth to suppress his own moan.
The two work nearly in tandem then, Hoseok angling his hips to hit that spot inside you as he thrusts, Yoongi’s own hips moving to shallowly thrust in and out of your mouth.
At this point, you don’t even try to move yourself, knowing these two know exactly what they want and how to get it from you.
With how turned on both Yoongi and Hoseok already were, you’re honestly surprised how much they’re able to drag this out. Hoseok’s hips snap slowly, his cock dragging along your walls perfectly, your moans completely muffled by the push of Yoongi’s cock in and out of your throat.
“Be a doll and come for us one more time, hm?” Hoseok coos, his thumb circling your clit in time with his own thrusts.
And, just like always, you do. Hoseok, for some reason, has that unique ability to do the exact thing you need at the same time he tells you to come, and it always works. You gasp, choking on your breath as Yoongi buries himself completely, spilling down your throat.
Tears prick in your eyes as you swallow, fighting your instincts that tell you to move, to pull your mouth off him for air. Instead, you breathe through your nose, small inhales as you come down from your second orgasm. Yoongi caresses your cheek, thumb brushing over where the bulge of his cock is visible at the top of your throat.
“Breathe, baby,” he says gently, “in and out through your nose. That’s it.”
“Fuck— good girl,” Hoseok groans, his hips snapping harder now.
You do as Yoongi tells you, breathing steadily until air fills your lungs again. With that, he pulls his cock slowly out of your mouth, allowing you to finally take a deep breath in through your mouth.
You’re exhausted, overstimulated as hell, but Hoseok doesn’t stop. He thrusts harder, hitting your sensitive spots with each movement, making you whimper out loud.
“Seok.” Yoongi’s voice cuts through your fog, reminding him.
Hoseok’s hips still for a second before he grits out, “shit, yeah.”
He pulls out, wrapping his fist around his cock and stroking, head thrown back.
But you don’t let him finish like that. No, you can’t. You just can’t leave him hanging like that.
You sit up, visibly struggling with the exertion, but you pull his hand away from his leaking cock and replace it with yours.
You stroke him, fist pumping in the same rhythm he started. Hoseok groans again, snapping his hips in time with your hand.
One twist of your wrist, one swipe of your thumb over his tip, and he breaks.
Hoseok whimpers. You’ve never heard that sound come from his mouth before, not in all the times you’ve heard him come. He usually keeps his composure, maintaining his dominant demeanor. But for some reason, this time, he just couldn’t.
You pump your fist slowly, drawing out his orgasm as his cum coats your hand, watching his face as he pants heavily, more small whimpers falling from his lips.
His hips jerk in overstimulation, and you finally pull your hand off his cock, a satisfied smirk on your face.
Before you have a chance to wipe your hand clean, you feel Yoongi’s grip around your wrist, pulling your hand up to lick Hoseok’s cum from your skin. He doesn’t draw it out, doesn’t make lewd work of the act, simply cleans up his best friend’s mess like it’s nothing. Hoseok doesn’t question it either, just watches Yoongi like he’s watching someone do something completely normal.
When Yoongi lets go of your wrist, you collapse back onto the bed, finally allowing yourself to rest. Yoongi and Hoseok take either of your sides, both satiated and sleepy now.
Normally, any time Hoseok is involved like this, he leaves once everyone is cleaned up. Doesn’t make a show of it, just gives you and Yoongi quick hugs and goes home.
But not tonight.
Tonight, he stays, curled into your side the same way Yoongi is on the opposite side.
Yoongi shifts you, turning you onto your side to face Hoseok while he wraps his arm around you, palm splayed over your stomach.
You catch Hoseok looking up at Yoongi over your shoulder, feel Yoongi’s subtle nod against your neck, before Hoseok makes eye contact with you.
You hold his gaze, brow furrowing a bit. “What’s that look for?” you ask quietly.
“Mm. You’re just.. you’re beautiful, y’know?” Hoseok says then, his thumb moving to soften the crease between your brows.
You snort. “Thanks, Hoseokie. You don’t need to try to flatter me though.”
Yoongi gently tightens his arm around your waist. “Just listen, baby. No interrupting,” he says quietly against your neck.
Hoseok huffs out a small laugh then.
“I’m serious, doll. You’re gorgeous. Literally the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” he continues, “and— fuck, okay.”
He takes a breath then, seems almost.. nervous?
“I have feelings for you. Like.. real feelings,” Hoseok admits, “I didn’t plan to.. this was all just fun for us. But.. yeah. I fell for you, and now things are getting confusing.”
Your eyes widen then. “Fuck, Hoseok. Why would you say that?”
He purses his lips before responding. “Yoongi told me I should.”
Huh?
“We’re assuming you kinda picked up on Yoongi and I being.. into each other too?” he asks then, his fingers gently brushing over your cheekbone now.
“Yeah, I— assumed,” you say then, “just didn’t wanna ask unless it came up naturally.”
Yoongi’s arm tightens again around your waist, like silent gratitude, before he speaks.
“So.. Seok and I were talking. And we wanted to know what you’d think about something,” Yoongi says, his breath ghosting your neck.
“What is it?” you ask, “you two want to explore that or something?”
Yoongi huffs out a breath of laughter then.
“Kinda. But.. with you too, obviously,” Hoseok clarifies.
You still, brow furrowing again.
“Can one of you just.. say what you mean, clearly. Please,” you say then, voice coming out quieter than you intended.
The two exchange glances over your shoulder again before Yoongi’s arm loosens a bit around your waist.
“How would you feel about.. a poly, throuple-type situation?” Yoongi asks, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.
“What? Like— the three of us?” you ask, “in a relationship?” You can barely get your words out, so confused and thrown off and shit, this is too much, you think.
Hoseok nods, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Yeah. The three of us. Just.. exploring what we could be. No pressure to label it, but— something real. Not just me in your bed sometimes,” he explains.
You stare at Hoseok for what feels like an eternity before you turn to look back at Yoongi.
“You’re okay with this?” you ask, confused.
“Mm. Yeah. He already fucks you. With or without me. So, yeah. I’m cool with it, if you are,” Yoongi says, no nerves visible in the slightest.
Your expression softens, just a bit.
“I mean.. I guess, yeah. I’d be cool with it,” you say, giving Yoongi a soft smile before shifting back onto your side to face Hoseok again.
Yoongi and Hoseok both visibly relax then, tension leaving their shoulders.
“Okay,” Hoseok says softly, scooting closer, his fingers tracing your jaw lightly.
He holds your gaze, tipping your chin up just slightly and pressing a soft, somewhat hesitant kiss to your lips.
You tense briefly, but that fades quickly, melting into his kiss, Yoongi’s arm still around your waist loosely.
When the kiss breaks, Hoseok smiles against your lips, his thumb caressing your cheek.
“Sweet girl,” he murmurs, “so pretty.” But this time, there’s no mockery in his tone, just softness, gentleness.
The three of you lie there in bed together for a long time, unmoving, processing, thoughts probably running absolutely wild, but no one speaks.
The silence is comfortable, basking in this new dynamic. Yoongi keeps his arm around you. Hoseok’s arm rests over your hip, his hand holding Yoongi’s arm.
Eventually, the silence breaks.
“Not just mine anymore,” Yoongi whispers into your hair.
Then—
“Ours,” Hoseok whispers.
This is definitely not how you imagined this arrangement would end up.
And the truth is..
Neither did they.
But sometimes… well, sometimes the best things happen in unexpected ways.
Even if those things all started because your boyfriend just had to watch his best friend have what was his.
Min Yoongi is a player. Min Yoongi is a snake. Stand in front of Min Yoongi’s camera, and you will be just another one of his victims – prey for him to use as he pleases and toss away when he gets bored.
📸 Hoseok x Yoongi
📸 word count: 22.3k
📸 strangers to lovers, model & photographer au, angst, smut, fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+
📸 warnings: very soft moments & clear communication; smut (bottom Yoongi, top Hoseok; sloppy blowjobs, handjobs; anal plug; brief fingering; anal sex on the desk; spit as lube; marking); tickling
📸 note: *kicks down the door* let's fucking goooooo!!!!!!! *gif of namjoon screaming - you know the one*
📸 written for the BTS Found Fest
📸 thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading
📸 posted april 2025 | read on ao3
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For once, Yoongi is late. And for that, Hoseok is glad.
He and Seokjin share a table in the private room at the ramen shop that Hoseok is beginning to think may be Seokjin's favorite restaurant. A white carafe of hot sake and three glasses of water are brought to the table and Seokjin orders sides of pork gyoza, chicken karaage, and edamame. With the tip of his thumb, Hoseok traces shapes against the condensation of his glass, watching as it drips to the white tablecloth, while Seokjin taps out a message on his phone.
"He should be here any moment," Seokjin finally says with a sigh.
Hoseok hums to show he has heard but continues to space out. He still struggles to shake the dream he had about Yoongi, and seeing him so soon after feels detrimental to his sanity. Not to mention, they still have not handled everything that transpired last night.
And there is the matter of Seokjin knowing at least something is going on between Hoseok and Yoongi. Or, rather, that something had been going on. He witnessed the fallout of their argument, and Hoseok does not need to be a fortune teller to know that Seokjin will bring it up again. He is not one to leave a topic undiscussed. Hoseok is not sure whether he is ready to face it yet.
The door to the private room slides open, and Seokjin heaves out a sigh. Hoseok is ripped from his daze of staring at his water glass and turns to find Yoongi rounding the table to sit at Seokjin's side, directly across from Hoseok. He wears a white button-up tucked into tight black slacks with a black jacket draped over his arm. His hair is pushed behind his ears, and he wears rectangular black-rimmed glasses, giving him a very sexy professor vibe that Hoseok attempts to ignore.
Seokjin, who stands to greet Yoongi, wears a black sweater with black slacks and a large shiny Rolex on his wrist. For once, he is the most dressed down, and Hoseok is rather glad to see him in something a little cozy.
"At last," Seokjin mutters.
Yoongi settles, saying, "Meeting went long, but it was productive. I can fill you in on Monday."
Hoseok wishes he had jewelry or something to fidget with, but unfortunately, he took a more minimalist route to his look, wearing predominantly business pieces from his Louis Vuitton haul. A simple black tee is tucked into grey wool cigarette slacks with a subtle checkered pattern. He wears his favorite Dior loafers and has chosen to keep his hair untouched, leaving it with a bit of bounce and frizz. A matching grey jacket is draped over the back of Hoseok's chair, and he is even free of makeup. While appraising himself in the mirror at home, he rather liked how the sleek clothing made him look like just another guy, for once, and not a pretty doll meant to be flaunted and adored. Sometimes, Hoseok thinks he would like to blend in a little more and be perceived a little less.
When Yoongi's gaze meets his as he settles across the table, it lingers, and Hoseok wishes he knew what he was thinking. Does he like the way he looks without makeup? Or is he disappointed that Hoseok has not come dressed as eye candy? What was it Hoseok thought about wanting to be perceived less?
Seokjin has already taken the liberty of filling out the ordering sheet with all the various toppings for their ramen, and he quickly goes over it with Yoongi, who nods in approval, before placing the sheet at the end of the table to be picked up.
"Gentlemen," Seokjin says, reaching for the carafe of sake and filling three small cups. "I have called you here because I have two orders of business I would like to discuss."
"Is Paris on that list?" Yoongi asks.
Seokjin picks up his napkin and tucks it into the front of his shirt, causing Hoseok to do the same. Yoongi, to Hoseok's chagrin, begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing a white tee underneath. Seokjin looks at him with an expression that asks what the hell he is doing.
"I always make a mess with this soup," Yoongi says, unbuttoning his cuffs and shrugging out of the shirt.
Hoseok attempts to look anywhere else, doing all he can to avoid gawking at Yoongi's bare arms. Meanwhile, Seokjin sits and watches Yoongi undress with his hands folded over the table, and Hoseok has to fight the urge to laugh. He is absolutely waiting for Yoongi to be done moving around before he begins to speak, and honestly, Hoseok loves that for him. Seokjin truly is a man who commands attention.
Yoongi sits with his shirt folded, seemingly trying to figure out where to put it. His jacket is already draped around the back of the chair, and he does not seem like he wants to drape it over the arm.
Hoseok holds his hands out and says, "Give it here," and Yoongi stares at him, holding the garment as if protectively. Hoseok sighs. "I have an empty chair here," he cocks his head to the left. "I can keep it safe."
Yoongi nods and hands the shirt over. The muscles of his arms flex and relax as he moves, and Hoseok spots pretty veins snaking up his forearms that he forces himself to look away from. He touches the warm garment as little as possible, disallowing their fingers from grazing and holding his breath so as to not detect a hint of Yoongi's musk.
With the shirt placed firmly on the chair, Seokjin sits high, appearing as though he is going to speak. And then the serving staff enter to take their order, and Seokjin lets out an impatient huff that is hardly detectable before smiling and handing over the ordering sheet. The server relays all the information in quick succession, circling toppings with a pen and jotting down notes. Then he bows his head and leaves the room.
Seokjin clears his throat. "First order of business is discussing what the hell happened on Friday night and how we, as a team, plan to move forward."
Hoseok looks up at Yoongi with wide eyes and notices how Yoongi shifts in his seat, gaze glued to some spot on the table.
"Then, once that is out of the way," Seokjin continues, "yes, we will be discussing Paris."
Neither Hoseok nor Yoongi responds. Seokjin waits about three seconds before saying, "Well? Don't all speak at once!"
Remembering what Taehyung always says about clear, honest communication, Hoseok decides to make an attempt. It is hard to know how much to divulge to Seokjin without discussing it with Yoongi first.
"He said something that upset me," Hoseok begins. "I was drunk and in my feelings, and—"
"What did he say?" Seokjin asks.
Yoongi shifts in his seat and grumbles, "Hyung."
"I'm not speaking as your business partner, Yoongiah," Seokjin says softly. "I am speaking as your best friend. What is going on between the two of you?"
Yoongi tongues the inside of his mouth while Hoseok picks up the small cup of soju and sips its warm, boozy contents. He wishes Yoongi would be the one to tell Seokjin, seeing as how close they are. But he knows that, at this rate, nothing is going to be solved.
"Over the course of working together at M, we have become physically interested in one another," Hoseok blurts, "but Yoongi is anti-romantic, I guess, or…something…and we haven't been communicating well, and I have been struggling with not taking it too personally. He said some stuff that upset me, but he wasn't totally in the wrong, I was just too drunk to deal with it or defend myself."
Seokjin nods, taking in the information while sipping on his sake. The silence makes Hoseok feel antsy and stressed out, and he continues to ramble.
"I know it's not very professional, and I am deeply apologetic for—"
Seokjin raises a hand and shakes his head. "You two are adults, and it is not my concern what you do, so long as it does not totally upend your ability to work together. Although, it does make sense…the Louis Vuitton shoots did seem a little tense, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was. And then Hoseok abruptly left to work elsewhere...and now, I see." He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"You know how I am," Yoongi says almost flippantly, picking up his soju.
Hoseok finds it fascinating how Yoongi's mood seems so different around Seokjin. If it were just the two of them, he would be all smirks and snide remarks. But around his hyung, Yoongi seems at a loss for words.
"I do know how you are, and honestly, I do not understand it," Seokjin says. "You could benefit so much from settling down. And, sorry but not sorry for saying so, Hoseok is an absolute catch. I just don't get it."
Hoseok swoons somewhat, smile stretching over his face. He is pleased that, at the very least, a man with such refined tastes as Seokjin thinks he is a catch.
Yoongi nibbles on the inside of his lip with his gaze fixed down on the table. He shrugs. "Dating just feels like a lot of social pressure."
"Social pressure?" Seokjin scoffs. "Yoongichi, nobody knows what you look like. You could walk out into the street holding Hoseok's hand with hearts bursting from your eyes, and not one single person would be the wiser. You have kept your pretty little face hidden for the entirety of your career, guaranteeing yourself privacy everywhere you go. What the fuck are you so worried about?"
Yoongi opens his mouth to counter, then licks his lips. He appears lost in thought.
"Not to mention, models and photographers fuck around and date all the time," Seokjin continues. "This career caters to beauty, luxury, and opulence. And sure, there are people who abuse that power, but you are not that kind of man. Partake and enjoy your life. Stop being such a curmudgeon."
With a hum, Yoongi nods, seemingly to himself. He picks up his water and takes a long, slow drink, and Hoseok watches as his throat bobs before realizing he is staring and looks down at his own water.
"What is the worst that could happen if the public learned about your entire life tomorrow?" Seokjin asks. He sits wedged in the corner of his chair, staring Yoongi down.
Yoongi just shrugs.
"Nothing," Seokjin says. "The rumors increase, at worst. At best, nothing happens. You have social clout and wealth. And, despite the rumors that already exist, nobody you've hooked up with or briefly dated speaks poorly about you. Even Jeongguk, who seemed pretty eager to leave M behind after your little tryst, had only kind things to say about you and the magazine last night. You build up these walls as if you are some kind of enigmatic Batman villain, and you are not. People like you."
Hoseok cannot help it; he chuckles. To his delight, so does Yoongi, and the tension in the air feels somehow lighter.
"You're right," Yoongi says softly.
Seokjin beams. "Of course, I am. When am I ever wrong?"
Servers arrive with the appetizers, as well as small plates and bowls containing the various toppings for their soups. Hoseok takes in a deep breath of fried chicken skin and salty soy sauce, and he shifts in his seat, waiting for one of the older men to begin and grateful that Seokjin wastes no time plucking an edamame pod from the dish.
"Do you have feelings for Hoseok?" Seokjin asks bluntly once the staff have left the room.
Yoongi glances up, meeting Hoseok's eye. He looks worried. "Yes."
"And Hoseok," Seokjin asks.
Hoseok nods before he can finish, saying, "Yeah."
"Because, look, Hoseok, the catch for going to Paris Fashion Week is that you will be signing a year-long contract with M. We are going to be doing tons of promotional work, as well as partnering with brands and other magazines, and we need to make sure you are committed to the full brunt of the work before, during, and after the event."
Hoseok sits tall in his seat, taking everything in. How could he turn down such a life-changing offer? "Of course," he says. "I mean…that makes sense. And I would like to commit to a one year contract."
"Job security is a wonderful thing," Seokjin says, and Hoseok smiles as he says, "Yes."
"But that will mean working closely with him for one year," Seokjin points his metal chopsticks at Yoongi, who is busying himself with dipping a piece of breaded chicken into a spicy mayonnaise sauce. "And going to Paris with him. You can do so as friends, as lovers, whatever, I do not care, but you need to get along."
Hoseok nods. There is insistence but kindness is Seokjin's voice, and he feels grateful to have someone around to mediate between them, even if it does feel a bit like being scolded by one's parent.
Bowls of soup are placed on the table, and the chatter devolves into discussing the food before them, as well as Seokjin briefly mentioning Sunmi's upcoming schedule with Louis Vuitton.
"Perhaps we should have both of them in the same brand for the next issue," Yoongi says, glancing at Hoseok. "Hoseok and Sunmi may make a good team, don't you think?"
Seokjin nods. "I was thinking the same. I would like to see the two of them sharing ad space. And for the upcoming street wear campaigns, it would be nice to have all the newer models with them, keeping Hoseok and Sunmi in the center." He winks at Hoseok, who smiles while slurping a spoonful of broth.
The three of them fall into a comfortable silence, save for the sounds of slurping and the scraping of metal and plastic against ceramic. And then all at once, Seokjin's phone rings, and he is standing out of his chair and pulling out his wallet.
"Yes, of course," he says, throwing a pile of won notes to the table, "I can be there in fifteen."
Hoseok watches dumbstruck as Seokjin musses up Yoongi's hair and says, "Sorry, kids, gotta run. Our clumsy Namjoon needs a hand with something. See you Monday at the studio." He makes for the door, then stops and says, "Hoseok, I would like to begin the contract as soon as possible. See you Monday at M?"
"Y-yeah," Hoseok says, eager to return to the studio. "See you Monday, boss."
In a rush, the door is slid open and closed, and Hoseok's torso is twisted, eyes glued to the spot where Seokjin just was. He swallows thickly and rotates back toward the table. Back toward Yoongi.
Yoongi sighs. "I should have known they would do that."
Hoseok hums, cocking his head.
"Seokjin likely put Namjoon on a timer, telling him when to call with an emergency so he could leave the two of us to discuss everything between ourselves."
"Oh."
Yoongi appears lost in thought, swirling his chopsticks around in his soup. This is perhaps the quietest Hoseok has ever seen him. He doesn't care for it.
"Okay, this silence feels awkward. Can you just…" Hoseok waves his hand in the air as if attempting to conjure the version of Yoongi who is more of a pain in the ass, "I don't know…say something annoying. Comment on my physical appearance or make a dick joke or something. Anything."
Yoongi's mouth quirks, and he leans on his elbows. "Seok, I'm trying to enjoy my meal. May I?"
"Fine," Hoseok says, feeling antsy. He supposes Yoongi is allowed to enjoy his soup.
"Plus," Yoongi's brow furrows slightly, "maybe we should actually attempt to talk things through."
Hoseok nods. "You're right." He slurps some noodles and seaweed, careful not to let any of the broth drip onto him. The soup is hearty and delicious, and incredibly filling. Once he swallows, he says, "I'm actually shocked by how quiet you are around your hyung."
Yoongi groans.
"Pretty rude of you to make me do all the talking," Hoseok says, half joking. "It's kind of hard for me to respect your boundaries when I don't know what they are. A little help would have been nice."
"Sorry for that," Yoongi says. "I was actually hesitating for the same reason." He glances up and holds Hoseok's eye contact. It is soft and consoling. "I'm an open book with Seokjin-hyung; you can tell him anything about me. But I was worried about saying something that might upset you."
"I suppose we didn't exactly have a chance to plan ahead for this," Hoseok mutters.
"And he is right," Yoongi says before taking a large, slow bite of noodles.
"Oh?" Hoseok asks, reaching for a gyoza and dipping it into a tangy-sweet mixture of soy sauce and rice vinegar.
Yoongi takes his time chewing, swallowing, and having a drink of water. "I suppose I have been a bit ridiculous about my privacy. I have been thinking more about it, especially after last night."
Hoseok would rather not be reminded of last night. He reaches for the carafe of sake and fills his and Yoongi's cups, then raises his to his lips, wondering whether now would be a good time to continue that conversation.
"Last night," he says, tipping some of the sake into his mouth and taking his time swallowing it. "You were pretty out of pocket, hyung."
Yoongi shifts in his seat, resting his elbows on the table. He says, "I regret the way I handled that situation."
Hoseok sets down his cup and relaxes into his chair, resting his hands in his lap and studying Yoongi. "I understand why you said all of that, even if I do not wholly agree with it. You are right that I have been selfish."
"I have been, too," Yoongi admits.
Hoseok scoffs. "I think that if you were truly being selfish, you would care less about what strangers thought of your personal life. You hold back a lot."
"It is true that I am not very romantic," Yoongi says, placing his hands in his lap and sitting back. "I appreciate physical closeness and doing this—" he waves a hand toward the food, "—dining with you. We have great chemistry and I find myself thinking about you constantly. But, when it comes to anything outside of sex, I generally like to take things a little slower."
Hoseok nods appreciatively. He gives Yoongi time and space to say more, watching as his eyes trail around and return to Hoseok. Yoongi licks his lips and smiles.
"I actually kind of like how clingy you are sometimes," Yoongi admits, smile sharpening into a smirk that rises and falls in minuscule movements as if he is fighting against it. "When you get all fussy because it's taken me too long to respond…you become pouty and even needier."
Hoseok rolls his eyes. "You cannot be serious."
"Not that I want you to be jealous or worried, or anything like that," Yoongi says. Hoseok feels the tip of a shoe graze against his ankle, and he lets out a slow, deep breath as he adjusts and scoots forward, giving Yoongi more room to play footsie with him. "But I like how much you want me."
"You have no idea how much I want you, hyung," Hoseok admits in a soft, almost embarrassed tone.
Yoongi hooks Hoseok's ankle around his, lifting Hoseok's leg. He complies and stretches, grazing the tip of his loafer against Yoongi's knee.
"Is that so?" Yoongi asks, cocking an eyebrow.
Each of Hoseok's exhales feels heavy, and his head begins to spin. "Yeah. I have also been holding back. It feels a bit humiliating to pour my feelings out to a brick wall."
Yoongi's fingertips work their way under the hem of Hoseok's slacks and dance over his skin, drawing lines and circles, giving Hoseok goosebumps.
"Regardless of everything, I have been exclusively seeing and speaking with you," Yoongi says. His fingernails tickle Hoseok's ankle joint. "I think about you often, and there is nobody else on my mind. I would be receptive to knowing more of those feelings you have for me."
Myriad thoughts and emotions fill Hoseok, and he is increasingly overwhelmed by the possibility of it all. He wants to outright ask Yoongi whether he will be willing to make an honest attempt at becoming close, but he fears coming off as being too pushy.
He settles on asking, "What would you like? How do we proceed?"
Yoongi picks up his chopsticks while his other hand stays on Hoseok's ankle, and he dips a gyoza into sauce before shoving it into his mouth. His fingers tickle Hoseok's skin while he chews and sets down his utensils in order to sip his sake.
"Paris is half a year away," Yoongi says, reaching for an edamame pod.
Hoseok nods and reaches for his chopsticks. Slowly, he grabs a piece of karaage.
"We are going to have a lot of work to do," Yoongi continues, "and we will be spending a lot of time together. So why don't we just…do that."
Hoseok tilts his head.
"Go with the flow, I mean," Yoongi says, dipping another gyoza into sauce. "Let's be in each other's way, take business dinners, spend time together outside of work, feel the situation out one day at a time. Is that…is that enough?"
Yoongi cradles the dripping dumpling in his chopsticks and watches Hoseok, waiting for a response. Hoseok nods but considers what Yoongi is asking of him.
"You want to get close without worrying about labeling it," Hoseok attempts, hoping he does not misspeak. Yoongi nods, then opens his mouth as if he has more to say, but Hoseok is already saying, "I'm comfortable with that."
He raises mayo-dipped chicken to his lips, then pauses to say, "As long as we communicate."
"Of course," Yoongi says.
"I'll stop being so bratty and clingy," Hoseok chides, hoping to bring levity to everything.
Yoongi shakes his head. "I like the brattiness. And the clinginess…to an extent."
Hoseok, with a mouthful of chicken, mumbles, "You sure called me a brat last night as if it were an insult."
"Seok," Yoongi grumbles.
Hoseok resists the urge to stretch his leg enough to shove his foot in Yoongi's crotch. He swallows his bite and a sip of water.
"We have both been unfair," Hoseok says in a stern, conceding tone. "But it needs to stop. Moving forward, we must communicate. I need to know what your boundaries are, I need to know whether they change…I respect that you are a private person, but where I am involved, things need to be clear. Out in the open."
"Out in the open," Yoongi repeats, and Hoseok nods encouragingly, saying, "No secrets."
Yoongi pours more sake into their small cups. "This morning, when you asked whether my ears were itching," he glances up and raises an eyebrow, "why did you ask me that?"
Hoseok clears his throat and attempts to lower his leg from Yoongi's knee, but Yoongi holds him firmly in place and leans forward as if eager for an explanation. He says in a playful tone, "No secrets, Seok."
"I had just been, uh, you know," Hoseok picks up his cup of sake, speaking directly into it as he says, "thinking about you."
"Thinking about me?" Yoongi asks, lifting his cup to his lips as well. Hoseok nods. "What about me?"
"So many things," Hoseok says on an exhale, shaking his head. "You in…all sorts of…positions."
Yoongi mouths the word positions, then scoots forward, resting Hoseok's shoe between his thighs. "And in these…"
Hoseok stammers, "P-positions."
"Positions," Yoongi says slowly, enunciating each syllable while his smile widens into something playful and dangerous, "what was I doing?"
Feeling like a fish out of water, Hoseok opens and closes his mouth, struggling for the right words. Without warning, the door to the dining room slides open, and Hoseok instinctively jerks his foot out from between Yoongi's legs, slamming his knee into the table and causing all the contents on top to rattle. Embarrassed and in pain, Hoseok leans forward, burying his face in his hands. Yoongi is laughing.
"My apologies," a soft-spoken server says. "Is there anything more we can bring you?"
"Just the check, please," Yoongi responds, laughter jolting through each word. "Thank you."
Once the door has been slid closed, Yoongi laughs loudly as if he cannot believe what just happened. Hoseok pours the final sips of sake into the cups and eats the last three edamame pods in quick succession, leaving the empty casings in the pile with the others, all while keeping his head tilted forward in shame.
"What do you have planned for the rest of the day?" Yoongi asks, standing from his chair and running his hands down his thighs as if to dust off any crumbs. His white tee clings to him, and Hoseok cannot help but trace the lines of his stomach, chest, and shoulders.
"Nothing," he says. "No plans."
"I need to run some errands," Yoongi says, rounding the table the long way past Seokjin's vacant seat to grab his shirt, "Going to stop at some boutiques and pick up a camera part. Care to join me?"
Hoseok glances up to find Yoongi watching him while he buttons his white shirt. He resists the urge to reach out and touch him. Despite them agreeing to take things one day at a time and continue what they had been doing, he does not want to do too much too soon.
"Sure," Hoseok says because he has no reason not to tag along. Spending quality time with Yoongi while performing work-related tasks seems like a good way to get to know him without feeling tempted to make things more physical.
"Perfect," Yoongi says. He holds out his hand, jacket draped over his arm. "Shall we?"
Hoseok scoots his chair back and takes Yoongi's hand, basking in its warmth and sturdiness as he stands. As Yoongi releases him, Hoseok stands unmoving for a few seconds, taking in Yoongi's appearance. The glasses are dangerous.
Judging by the way Yoongi screws up his face, he seems ready to ask why Hoseok is staring at him. Hoseok breaks his trance and grabs his jacket, mutters, "After you," and then follows Yoongi out of the private room through the main dining hall.
Once outside, Hoseok says, "You forgot your mask."
Yoongi turns his gaze, squinting at the sun. "Seokjin was right about me worrying too much."
They walk toward his SUV, which is parked on the street, and Yoongi approaches Hoseok's door to open it, causing Hoseok to gasp dramatically. "Wow, chivalrous," he teases.
Yoongi leans close, "Isn't this the soft, romantic shit you like?"
"Listen, I'm not complaining," Hoseok says in a mock-defensive tone. "I like a man who opens doors, literally and figuratively."
Yoongi chuckles with an eye roll, and Hoseok grins, taking a seat. Once he is settled, Yoongi closes the door and rounds the vehicle, sliding into the driver's seat.
"If you don't mind," Yoongi says while pressing the ignition start button, "I would like to stop home and change." Hoseok sighs dramatically, causing Yoongi to glance over at him, asking, "What?"
"Nothing," Hoseok says.
There is absolutely no way in hell Hoseok will be following him into that dark abyss he calls an apartment. Hoseok wants to attempt to spend one day with Yoongi that does not devolve into sex, and he knows that he is far too weak to scurry on into a lion's den and expect to not be devoured.
"It will only take a moment," Yoongi insists, coming to a stop before turning onto the busy street that leads to his side of town. "The white dress shirt just feels too stuffy and formal."
They drive without speaking, Yoongi tapping his fingers along to music that plays quietly while Hoseok watches the city pass. He feels much more confident about this messy little situation, and he is hopeful that, at last, things will be a little easier.
As they pull in front of Yoongi's place, Hoseok unclips his seatbelt but relaxes into the seat, pulling out his phone. Yoongi opens his door but then stops, half-standing, half-bending, asking, "Are you staying here?"
"Yeah," Hoseok says, thumbing into his messenger app and clicking on his conversation with Taehyung. "I don't mind waiting."
Yoongi sits back down in the seat, reaching to turn the ignition back on, then he pulls his keys from his pocket and sets them into the center cup holder. "Don't need my little puppy dying in a hot car," he teases as he slides out of the seat.
Hoseok is in the middle of saying, "What the fuck did you just—" when Yoongi closes the car door and rounds the hood, making his way to his apartment. "—call me," Hoseok finishes, muttering to himself. He watches Yoongi's ass until it disappears behind the front door of his apartment building, then busies himself with texting his bestie, eager to gush to someone.
Hoseok
Yoongi-hyung and I had The Talk™
He looks up again, taking in his surroundings. The trees that line the streets are slowly beginning to yellow, and the sunlight already has a late-summer afternoon heaviness to it that makes the world feel cozy. The air is warm but with a promise of chill to come, and all the shadows are beginning to stretch a bit longer. His phone buzzes in his hand, and he smiles down at the one-word message.
Taehyung
Spill.
Hoseok nibbles on his bottom lip, glancing toward Yoongi's building despite knowing there is no way he could already be coming back. He considers calling Taehyung but then decides texting is a safer option.
Hoseok
He said he wanted to give it a shot. Us, I mean. But in a loose type of feeling-things-out way. No labels for now.
As he pushes send, he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and holds it in for three seconds. Then his phone buzzes, and he opens his eyes, letting the held breath pass through his nose.
Taehyung
Seems reasonable. Plenty of healthy relationships are loose with labels or forgo them. Especially in the early stages. How do you feel about it?
With a smile, Hoseok begins to type that he is feeling good. But then another text comes through, this one from Yoongi, and his thumbs hover before clicking the notification.
Min Asshole
Hey, Seok. Could you do me a quick favor?
Hoseok glances around, expecting to find Yoongi somewhere outside the car, watching him. He sinks a little deeper into the seat, suddenly self-conscious despite knowing the windows are tinted enough that an onlooker likely wouldn't see him.
Hoseok
Sure. What's up?
Min Asshole
I can't decide between these two ties. What do you think?
A photo comes through seconds later of Yoongi standing in front of a large mirror. He is shirtless, his black slacks are unzipped and unbuttoned, hanging open to show a smooth swath of pale blue satin. Held beside each of his naked pecs are two ties: one a subdued pale red, and one a deep blue. Hoseok uses his thumb and index finger to enlarge the photo, noticing neither tie has a pattern – patterns are a deal-breaker. Then he moves the photo down and takes a good long look at Yoongi's tummy – thin, yet muscular. Begging to be licked. Hoseok is certain that man is evil incarnate.
"Focus, Seok," he grumbles to himself, closing the photo and returning to the text.
Hoseok
The blue complements your skin tone a bit more, but the shade might clash with your panties.
He nibbles on his lip, giggling to himself for a job well done. His only regret is not being able to see the look on Yoongi's face. While he waits for a response, he returns to his conversation with Taehyung, feeling even giddier than before.
Hoseok
I think it's perfectly normal, and I feel good about it. I honestly don't mind not jumping into something more official, especially if he wants to move a little slow.
Hoseok glances out the window again, this time tilting his head downward to try to see up through any of the massive glass windows of Yoongi's apartment, but there is no movement. When his phone buzzes, he gasps.
Taehyung
I'm glad you feel this positively about this, hyung! Although I will miss you in my bed, I still have the other two hellions to keep me busy.
Hoseok
Thanks, Taehyungie! <3
Taehyung
Any time, hyung.
Hoseok's phone begins to ring, and he realizes all too late, while answering, that it is a video call. He frantically lifts his device, eager not to give Yoongi a view of the inside of his nose.
"Do these match better?" Yoongi asks in a distant voice, forgoing a hello.
Hoseok holds his phone close and sees Yoongi standing in the same mirror wearing a darker shade of blue briefs that, to his delight, do match the tie. With his fingertips, Yoongi traces a line down his body, from the tie that lays open around his neck, down to his hip bone. All he wears are those two garments, and Hoseok has to shift in his seat and adjust his slacks.
"Yes," he finally says, attempting to keep his voice even. "Those are much closer in hue. Nice work, hyung."
Yoongi's voice is so low, so close to the microphone that when he says, "Thanks, Seok," it sends a shiver down Hoseok's spine. Before he can respond, the call cuts out, and the screen is black.
"He is going to pay for this," Hoseok mutters under his breath, squeezing his growing erection while he closes his eyes. He just knows that if Yoongi leaves the apartment wearing that blue tie, the visual of him in the mirror wearing nothing but the tie and briefs will haunt him for the rest of the night.
Moments later, Yoongi appears at his front door, glasses swapped out for sunglasses despite how late in the evening it is. He wears a black button-up tucked into black slacks and no tie. Hoseok scoffs. Unbelievable.
The driver's side door opens, and Yoongi slides in, flashing Hoseok a grin while he says, "Sorry for taking so long."
Hoseok shrugs, looking out the window to say, "I hardly noticed you were gone," opting not to mention Yoongi's little game, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
He is a bit surprised when Yoongi puts the car into drive and takes off without mentioning the tie. The whole situation leaves Hoseok's head spinning, and he rests his palm over his crotch, hoping the bulge isn't too visible while his erection slowly deflates.
Stopping at boutiques with Yoongi is tedious work, but Hoseok rather enjoys it. They visit several high-end brands, each offering a glass of champagne that Hoseok happily accepts. All of the shops feature Korean street brands, and Hoseok marvels at the bright colors and patterns, excitedly helping Yoongi choose between pieces for himself, Sunmi, and the other models, earning praise for his choices from shop employees.
By the fifth shop, Hoseok is tipsy and in his element. His voice is a little too loud, his hand gestures are a bit too wide, and he finds absolutely everything to be charming and delightful. He can feel that his cheeks are bright red, and he swoons at the rosy hue that Yoongi's cheeks are taking on. At some point in the night, Yoongi's sunglasses go missing, but as soon as Hoseok realizes, he is onto the next distraction and forgets.
As they set more brightly colored bags and boxes into the trunk of Yoongi's car, Yoongi leans against the outer edge of the trunk opening and asks, "Have you ever thought of becoming a stylist?"
Hoseok laughs, waving Yoongi off as if the assertion is ridiculous. Yoongi's expression is unchanged.
"I mean it, Seok. You really have an eye for fashion. I was quite impressed with some of the choices you were making."
Hoseok takes a step back from the trunk, which Yoongi closes, and he instinctively crosses his arms across his chest as if protecting himself from the mere suggestion. He supposes he does like the way certain pieces fit together…but could that really count as a skill?
"Think about it," Yoongi says as he approaches the passenger side door and holds it open. Hoseok hovers a beat, staring at the cement sidewalk and considering it. Then he sits in the passenger seat, and Yoongi leans close, elbow against the car for leverage. "Maybe this week you can take the lead? Help Namjoon dress the new models?"
With a nod, Hoseok mutters, "Sure."
He is not at all opposed to the idea, but something about taking on a more legitimate role at the magazine scares the shit out of him. Still, he supposes it wouldn't hurt to try.
As Yoongi slides into the driver's seat, it occurs to Hoseok that he has no idea what is next. It is getting late, the sky glowing with light pollution but otherwise dark, and he tongues the inside of his mouth, wondering whether he should ask outright.
"The camera shop is closed by now," Yoongi says, checking the time on the dashboard. It is already after nine. Yoongi turns to Hoseok, smiling as he says, "We had a little too much fun in the boutiques."
Hoseok cracks a smile, but he remains awash with trepidation.
Yoongi shifts in his seat, turning to face him more fully. "Seok? Is something the matter?"
Hoseok swallows, licks his lips, and angles his body toward Yoongi. "I don't know," he says softly. "I think…the prospect of working as a stylist is a little scary."
Yoongi knits his brow. "How so?"
Hoseok's eyes fall to Yoongi's shoulder, his arm, his hand resting against the center console. He really isn't sure why he feels this way.
"Imposter syndrome?" he croaks out.
Yoongi begins to laugh. The sound is deep and melodic, and Hoseok can't help but feel slightly affronted.
He lifts his eyes to Yoongi's face, doing his best to hold back a smile as he asks, "Excuse me?"
"Sorry," Yoongi responds, holding his hands up to show his innocence. "It's not funny. Imposter syndrome is a real thing. I'm just relieved that it is nothing more serious."
"How can doubting my capabilities not be serious?" Hoseok asks, although, at this point, he is also somewhat chuckling. The glee on Yoongi's face is hard not to react to.
Yoongi lifts a hand and brushes the backs of his fingertips against Hoseok's cheek, causing tiny sparks to trail in their wake. Hoseok lets out a slow breath, sinking into the feeling. "Once you are back in your element, in the studio, you are going to blow everyone away."
Hoseok remembers the first time Yoongi said he would blow people away, and he rolls his eyes. "Way to be so unoriginal, hyung. You've already used that line on me before."
"And was I wrong before?" Yoongi tilts his head to the side, gaze falling to Hoseok's lips.
Hoseok shakes his head.
"No," Yoongi all but whispers. "I was correct then, I will be correct again."
They sit in silence this way, with Yoongi delicately touching Hoseok's chin. Hoseok looks from Yoongi's eyes to his lips, and back up. He feels himself warm under Yoongi's unyielding gaze.
"Come over tonight?" Yoongi asks, gaze returning to Hoseok's lips. "Spend the night with me?"
Hoseok nods, eyes blinking slowly, feeling caught in a trance.
Yoongi smiles, straightens out, and turns on the car. He waits for Hoseok to shift around and buckle in, and then he drives off. After only about a block, Yoongi's fingertips are grazing over Hoseok's hand, which sits limp in his lap, and Hoseok looks from the window to their hands, where his fingers flex and relax, accepting Yoongi's. Music plays, but it is too soft to make out past delicate trills of voices and random instruments. There is no discernible rhythm or beat, many of the sounds too soft to be detected. Hoseok watches as the sky darkens gradually and as the lights of downtown fade the closer they get to the residential area.
Outside Yoongi's apartment, with the car off, they hold hands a moment longer. Hoseok attempts to pull away and Yoongi holds tighter.
"Thanks for joining me today," Yoongi says as Hoseok glances over.
"Of course," he says, smiling. "I had a good time."
Yoongi's eyes move left to right, then down, tracing the shapes of Hoseok's face. Then he squeezes and lets go of his hand and groans as he says, "Time to take all that shit upstairs."
"It won't be safe in the car?" Hoseok asks, thinking back to whether they bought anything other than clothing.
Yoongi sighs. "No, Namjoon will kill me if I don't get these pieces unpacked and on hangers immediately."
It takes two trips and a lot of giggling to get all of the garments upstairs. They are a bit overzealous both times, creating towers of boxes that tip and slide in the elevator, nearly crashing to the floor while a rainbow confetti of paper bags dangle from the lengths of their arms.
With everything safe and sound on the apartment floor, Yoongi pushes his coffee table toward the window, creating a large space on the rug. Hoseok sorts them by brand as Yoongi wheels out two metal racks with rattling hangers, each with a small shelf on the bottom. They get to work unpacking and sorting, with Yoongi sitting cross-legged on a soft black rug, handing the garments to Hoseok, who considers each piece and which others it may go with. Both men have left behind their jackets, Yoongi his button-up shirt, and they work in black tees, trousers, and socks. It feels like unwrapping gifts on Christmas morning. It feels somewhat domestic.
Halfway through, Yoongi gets off the floor, groaning as he does so, and fetches two glasses and a bottle of white wine. He plays an indie artist on overhead speakers who has a jazzy, funky sound, and they resume their task.
When the final garment is hung, and the final shoe is set on its designated shelf, Yoongi stretches his legs out on the rug and sits with his palms anchoring him. Hoseok begins to place paper lining back into boxes and stack them up, when Yoongi says, "Hey, Seok. Worry about that tomorrow."
Hoseok glances at the small multicolor mountain of bags and boxes, feeling overwhelmed by the mess they have managed to make. "But—"
"Seok," Yoongi lifts a hand, holding it out.
How could he resist? Hoseok sighs dramatically and walks over, taking Yoongi's hand with the expectation of pulling him up. Instead, Yoongi yanks him down. Hoseok squats as he tips forward, knees hitting the soft rug while his free hand grips onto Yoongi's shoulder. He sits straddling Yoongi's waist, breathing in his semi-sweet wine-tinged breath.
"Thanks for the help," Yoongi says, pulling Hoseok's hand until both their arms are wrapped around his back, causing Hoseok to lean in close.
"Of course," Hoseok utters softly, nose nearly grazing Yoongi's. "I had fun."
"Namjoon will appreciate it. Usually I throw the garments onto the racks at random and he spends twenty minutes fussing over it."
Hoseok chuckles. He is a bit disappointed that he lost the opportunity to watch Namjoon fuss.
"How will we deliver these racks to Namjoon?" Hoseok asks, attempting to calculate the height of Yoongi's trunk in his head.
"Seokjin will swing by in the company van."
Hoseok nods. He supposes it makes sense that they would have such a simple solution to a task they have likely performed many times before.
"Seok," Yoongi asks after a brief pause, "can I kiss you?"
Hoseok tilts his head, chuckling some more. "Why are you asking?"
In the most delicate, nearly missable movement, Yoongi's lips form a frown. "I just thought after what transpired the other night, I would check in first rather than assume."
Hoseok shakes his head, amused. "Then what was with the teasing earlier?"
Yoongi plays dumb, widening his eyes as if asking Hoseok for clarification. As if he does not know damn well what he has done.
"With the tie, hyung." Hoseok sounds impatient. "And the nudity."
"Ah," Yoongi says, grinning. "That was different."
"Different?" Hoseok says through a soft laugh.
"That was just teasing. But a kiss…I guess it feels more intimate."
Hoseok feels lightheaded. He lets out one more soft laugh, a huff of pleased air, as he leans close, rubbing the tip of his nose against Yoongi's.
"Please kiss me, hyung," Hoseok says. "No need to ask."
A beat passes before Yoongi tilts his head just enough to slot their lips together. He releases Hoseok's hand to anchor both palms against the rug at the same time Hoseok melts into him, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's neck and relaxing his legs.
Yoongi is delicate but assertive, prodding and licking at Hoseok's lips to open wider. He explores and teases, and Hoseok can feel him smile against him before the kiss deepens. Every nerve on Hoseok's body is alight, every inch of him yearning. He wants to bask in this feeling - wants to soak every inch of it up and slowly wring it out one by one, savoring each drop.
With one hand, Hoseok gently grips Yoongi by the hair, just enough to make him groan. He takes control of the kiss, sucking on Yoongi's bottom lip and licking against his tongue, chasing the flavor of his wine, teasing the tip of Yoongi's tongue. His pants are too constricting, and he begins all at once to feel a desperation to adjust and move. He lifts his ass and attempts to angle his hips in a way that stops the fabric from pressing hard against his growing erection, but each movement applies friction, making Hoseok wince.
"Fuck these Louis Vuitton pants," Hoseok grumbles against Yoongi's lips, making him laugh. He reaches a hand down to pull at the fabric, but with the way he sits with his legs spread around Yoongi's thighs, it is useless. "Fuck this thick-ass wool."
Yoongi sits up, chuckling, and says, "Take them off," and Hoseok nods, sitting back first and then hobbling into a standing position.
He begins to undo his slacks, and Yoongi also stands. Champagne and wine simmer through Hoseok, and he stumbles slightly. He opts to sit on the nearby couch, which is far softer than he expects, and as he sinks into it, he begins to laugh some more.
Yoongi stands on wobbly legs and takes the three steps required to join Hoseok on the couch. They rest with their heads back, and Hoseok is surprised when fingers gently wrap around his. He never would have taken Yoongi to be such a hand-holder. Through a sigh, Hoseok turns his head, finding Yoongi already looking at him. His eyes are glassy and so beautiful.
"I think," Hoseok swallows thickly, "maybe tonight…I'm not sure I want to have sex."
Yoongi nods, grabs Hoseok's hand a little more firmly. "Alright."
"I just think we should—"
Yoongi shakes his head, "You don't need to explain yourself. Unless you want to."
With a nod, Hoseok curls his legs up onto the couch and angles his body toward Yoongi. He considers explaining his reasoning, which is that when they have sex, they are always intoxicated – at the very least, tipsy – and he wants to be sober. Clear-headed. Totally and completely in his right mind without anything dulling or enhancing his senses.
But he simply says, "Today was fun."
A grin breaks out over Yoongi's face, tipsy and dopey.
Hoseok asks, "What?" and Yoongi says, "You already said that. Earlier."
Hoseok tugs on Yoongi's hand, making him slide closer. "Maybe I think it bears repeating." He leans, stopping just before Yoongi's lips. "I like spending time with you, hyung."
With a soft groan, Yoongi leans closer, straining to press their lips together.
"Gonna shower," Yoongi says, forcing himself to sit up.
"Okay," Hoseok responds.
"Grab whatever you want to wear from my room. Make yourself at home. I won't be long."
Hoseok nods, watching as Yoongi stands and begins to yank his black tee free from the waistband of his black slacks. He pulls it over his head, giving Hoseok a view of his lean, muscular back as he pads past the kitchen, then disappears into a dark room. Light shines, giving the impression of dark tile, then the door is closed, leaving only a sliver of yellow light against the dark floor.
Grey mesh curtains are drawn over the glass wall, putting a gauzy film over the outside. Hoseok stands, letting out a deep, slow breath as he considers going to the window to watch outside, but instead walks over to the bedroom door. He peeks inside the dark space, then finds a light switch on the wall. It is a dimmer switch, and he turns it on somewhat bright at first, then lowers it.
Last time he was in Yoongi's room, his attention was honed in on the bed near the far left corner. Now, however, he walks in and turns to the right, into a large dark space that he assumes is a closet, as he runs his hand along the inner wall to find a switch. He should not be surprised by the depth of this space, knowing that Yoongi lives and breathes fashion, but when it is illuminated, Hoseok takes in a deep, slow breath. The room is large, with clothing hanging along the left and right walls. There are rows of shoes beneath the clothing and a large mirror on the far end, with an island in the center atop which sits small racks of watches and jewelry.
Hoseok walks in on the right, running his fingers along the fabric of suit jackets, blazers, and tweed coats. On the left hangs dress shirts and sweaters, which means tees and pajamas must be stored inside the drawers of the island. But when he opens the wooden drawers, all he finds are more accessories. Ties, glasses, driving gloves, more watches, even more jewelry.
"What the fuck," Hoseok mutters as colorful gems, diamonds, and fine metals gleam up at him.
"Ah, I forgot to tell you," Yoongi's voice calls, causing Hoseok to jump. He turns to find Yoongi with a long white towel wrapped around his hips, scrunching his hair dry with a smaller white towel. "Pajamas are out here in the dresser. I ran out of space in there. Been meaning to do a remodel, but I am rarely in the mood."
"You ran out of space," Hoseok says incredulously, looking around at all the space in this closet.
"This dresser was in there, but I wanted a bigger mirror."
Hoseok hums, thinking about Yoongi's reflection in the mirror hours earlier. "All the better to taunt me with."
He exits, turning off the light behind him, and approaches a dresser that sits beside the closet door. Yoongi has the top drawer open, taking out a pair of briefs. He slides the drawer closed and opens the third from the top, revealing rows of neatly folded cotton, and takes out a plain white shirt and a pair of grey jersey pants, then steps aside for Hoseok.
"Anything you'd like," he reiterates while Hoseok reaches in and examines the garments.
He prefers to sleep nude, or in as little clothing as possible, but thinks he would like to wear something the first few nights he stays the night. He settles on a long, loose pair of jersey pants similar to the ones Yoongi grabbed, then he excuses himself to the bathroom to make an attempt at a nightly routine.
"Oh, of course!" Yoongi exclaims. "There should be a fresh toothbrush."
Yoongi bypasses Hoseok, towel still around his hips as he trots forward, into the bathroom, making Hoseok smile. As Hoseok approaches, Yoongi has a fresh toothbrush sitting atop a small white washcloth, as well as an array of facial cleansers and masks. The counter is dark marble, similar to the kitchen, with a black basin on the far right and an expanse of empty counter space to the left.
"Hopefully something here is to your liking," Yoongi says, with his arms crossed over his chest. "You may store the toothbrush in the cabinet."
"Thank you," Hoseok responds, smiling gratefully. He removes his tee and folds it, then places it on the far end of the bathroom sink.
Yoongi approaches, places his hands on Hoseok's hips, and presses a kiss against his left shoulder. Warmth fills Hoseok, and he allows his eyes to flutter closed as me smiles through the touch.
"Holler if you need anything," Yoongi says as his fingertips slide away and he leaves the room.
Seconds pass before Hoseok opens his eyes and takes in his surroundings. Dark marble, gold fixtures, dark wood, dark tile. There is a large shower stall that is still steamy from use, and beside it is a large black tub with gold claws. Past the massive sink and counter is the toilet, and there are fuzzy black rugs throughout on the dark tile floor.
Hoseok brushes his teeth, forgoing flossing for the sake of time and vowing to do it in the morning. He examines the facial cleansers and picks one that appears to have the same ingredients as his to-go product, then washes his face and dries it with the small white washcloth Yoongi had set aside.
He strips from his slacks and folds them to place them atop his shirt, then does the same for his briefs and socks, placing them in a separate pile, unsure whether he will need to wear his clothing again tomorrow and borrow Yoongi's undergarments, or if he will find an entire outfit of Yoongi's that fits.
The jersey cotton pants are soft as a kiss against his skin, and he keeps them loose around his hips. Then he uses his washcloth to wipe any droplets of water on the counter, stashes the toothbrush beside Yoongi's in a large cabinet behind the mirror, turns off the light, and returns to the bedroom.
Yoongi sits up in bed wearing a white tee and grey pants, thumbing through his phone. His legs are crossed at the ankles, and the lighting in the room is back to being tinted lilac, though it is slightly brighter than the first time Hoseok was here.
Yoongi glances up from his phone and melts down several inches while whining, "Seokahhh."
Hoseok grins. "Yes, hyung?"
"Topless, wearing my cozy pants." Yoongi sets his phone onto a charging dock on the bedside table and scoots further down, resting his head on a pillow. He opens his arms wide. "You are a dream. Come here."
Hoseok walks over, setting his phone on the nearest bedside table that is clear of anything but a small lamp. He gets onto his knees on the bed and hobbles over to Yoongi, then falls forward, caging Yoongi's head in with his hands pressed into his pillow.
"Please don't leave tonight," Yoongi teases, grinning. He looks so innocent with his damp hair fanned out against his pillow and his eyes widely gazing up.
Hoseok groans and rolls over onto his side, feigning petulance. This makes Yoongi laugh, and he quickly rolls over, draping a leg and an arm over Hoseok and leveraging his head up with a bent elbow.
"I won't," Hoseok says, leaving off the words unless you piss me off. His eyes are wide and playful, and he wonders whether Yoongi is ticklish.
"It's still early but I feel quite worn out. I can sleep through anything, though, so if you would like to watch a movie or something, you may."
Hoseok glances around at the bare walls. "There's no tv in here, hyung."
"I mean in the living room," Yoongi says as if it is obvious.
Truth be told, Hoseok is not very tired. But he is also not in the mood for television. He scoots closer to Yoongi and mutters, "Sleep is fine. We can sleep."
"Do you have plans tomorrow?" Yoongi's hair hangs down, framing his pretty face.
Hoseok shakes his head. His voice is barely a whisper. "No plans."
There is a beat of silence during which Yoongi stares down at him. He licks his lips. "If you would like to, maybe we could spend tomorrow together?"
"Oh my god, hyung," Hoseok says dramatically. "You are so obsessed with me. Seriously, this is clingy behavior."
With an exasperated sigh, Yoongi flops onto his back and begins to wiggle the comforter out from beneath himself. Hoseok helps by scooting up toward the pillows and kicking the comforter away, then he gets back into position lying beside Yoongi. They both roll toward one another, legs slotting between legs, arms reaching out. Hoseok awkwardly wedges his lower arm beneath himself and reaches with his other to brush strands of long dark hair from Yoongi's face.
"What a whirlwind this weekend has been," Hoseok mutters through a deep exhale.
Yoongi smiles but there is sadness in his eyes. "I remain apologetic for the way I behaved."
"I know." Hoseok's voice is soft. "Me too."
Yoongi tilts his head close and slots their lips together Hoseok strains his neck to reach, scooting his body closer. They kiss slowly, mouth opening and closing only to share minty oxygen, tongues darting out only slightly. Hoseok likes this the most: the soft, unhurried touches. He can feel Yoongi's body relax past the point of wakefulness – can sense how drowsy he is becoming with every second that passes.
"Sleepy," Yoongi mutters into Hoseok's parted lips.
Hoseok places a kiss on the tip of Yoongi's nose. "Sleep."
With a nod and a groan, Yoongi rolls over onto his other side. He grumbles something that Hoseok interprets as an apology for being so tired this early, and Hoseok scoots close, wraps an arm over Yoongi's waist, and curls into his back.
He lies in the quiet lilac dark, listening as Yoongi's breath deepens, turning into soft snores. He closes his eyes and attempts to follow the same breathing pattern, in for several seconds, and out nice and slow. It takes a while, listening to Yoongi's breathing, feeling his limbs gently twitch. But eventually, finally, Hoseok begins to drift. He presses a soft kiss to the back of Yoongi's neck and then fades into sleep.
* * *
Hoseok rolls onto his back, stretches his limbs, and slowly allows reality to settle in. The pillows are a touch too firm, the bedding has a musky scent that is not his own, and a deep, grumbly voice is speaking in the other room.
With a smile, he remembers staying the night with Yoongi, sleeping in his bed, and, for once, not having sex. As he cracks open his eyes, he takes in the large, empty space with a scoff. "Rich people," he mutters under his breath, lifting his arms over his head and stretching while imagining all the ways he could decorate this room.
Although he cannot make out what is being said, Hoseok can tell that Yoongi is on the phone in the living room. He remains in bed, kicking away the comforter to let some of the cool morning air hit his sweat-slicked skin, then rolls onto his side and buries his face into a pillow that smells an awful lot like Yoongi.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Hoseok awakens once more to the feeling of the mattress dipping behind him, and he stretches his legs and toes, letting out the soft groan that always accompanies a return to consciousness. He begins to roll onto his back, but an arm wraps around him, holding him in place, while soft lips dance over his neck and shoulders.
"Are you planning to sleep all morning?" Yoongi mutters against Hoseok's skin.
Hoseok's voice is sleep-groggy. "Woke up before but you were on the phone."
"Ah," Yoongi says, kissing up to Hoseok's hairline and making him shiver. "That was my mom. We catch up every Sunday."
A wide smile pulls at Hoseok's lips, but he keeps his mouth closed, worried about morning breath. He manages to ask, "Where does she live?" without moving his lips too much.
Yoongi groans and pulls Hoseok close, wafting warm breath against his neck. "Don't want to talk about her right now."
"No?"
More kisses against the back of Hoseok's neck. "No."
"What do you want to talk about, then?"
With one fingertip, Yoongi teases the waistband of Hoseok's borrowed pants. Thanks to morning erections, he is already prepared for whatever it is Yoongi may want, although he laments not being able to kiss him.
"Ah," Hoseok answers. "Don't wish to talk at all, I see."
Yoongi chuckles and then gently nips at Hoseok's neck with his teeth. "I'm sure we could come up with something to talk about."
At this, Yoongi begins to roll Hoseok onto his back, kissing along his neck, his throat, his chin. Hoseok attempts to resist the pull, burying his face down in the pillow. When Yoongi lets out a displeased, semi-feral whine, Hoseok mutters, "Morning breath."
With a deep sigh, Yoongi flops away from Hoseok. Released from Yoongi's clutches, Hoseok does a very haphazard wiggling maneuver to the edge of the bed, then he gets up on tired, unsteady legs and hobbles his way into the bathroom.
He brushes, flosses, and rinses with some mouthwash, then he returns to the living room, where Yoongi is still in his sleep attire, hair all mussed up, pouting.
"What?" Hoseok asks through a laugh.
As he approaches, Yoongi holds his arms up. "You took too long and now my boner is gone."
"Boner?" Hoseok laughs harder. "Are you a child?"
Affronted, Yoongi drops his arms to his sides, but Hoseok does not accept, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's middle and squeezing tight. "You called me a spoiled brat, but just look at you."
Slowly, Yoongi lifts his arms, wrapping them just below Hoseok's shoulders, pinning him in place. He buries his face in Hoseok's neck and places soft kisses below his ear. "Are you hungry?" he mutters, barely audible.
"Not yet," Hoseok closes his eyes and melts into the hug. "I'm not usually hungry right when I wake up."
"Coffee?"
Hoseok smiles. "Coffee sounds good. We could also…you know…give you another boner."
Yoongi squeezes and continues to kiss Hoseok's neck between words. "It's okay. We have all day."
They continue to hold one another, and Hoseok wonders whether Yoongi took him getting out of bed as a non-verbal way of saying he was not interested in sex. He was actually quite interested, in fact. But he also enjoys this softer side of Yoongi.
"Want to make coffee here or go somewhere?" Hoseok asks.
Yoongi loosens his hug and moves just enough that they can look each other in the eyes. Hoseok takes the opportunity to peck him on the lips just as he begins to respond.
"There's a brunch spot I like quite a bit, that I would have suggested. But I don't want to rush you."
"How far?"
"On foot," Yoongi screws up his mouth in thought, "maybe thirty minutes. By car, less. But it's a nice day, so I thought we could walk."
Hoseok kisses the left side of Yoongi's mouth, then the right, and then sucks his bottom lip between his teeth nice and gentle. He feels Yoongi smile against him, and although they do not deepen the kiss, they remain this way for a little while.
"Let's get ready for brunch and then head over," Hoseok suggests against Yoongi's lips. "By the time we get there, I'll be ready to eat."
Yoongi's smile widens. "You sure?"
"Yeah." Hoseok nods. "I'm sure."
When Yoongi does not make any move to begin getting ready, Hoseok starts to push him backward, toward his bedroom. Yoongi complies, laughing.
"We're about the same size, yeah?" Hoseok asks.
Yoongi raises an eyebrow, causing Hoseok to roll his eyes.
"In clothing! What did you think—"
"Yeah," Yoongi says, laughing again. "We should be the same size in clothing. Why, are you planning to rifle through my closet?"
Hoseok pouts then maneuvers them slightly to the left to prevent Yoongi from hitting his left elbow on the doorway to his bedroom. "Of course, I am," he responds, doing his best to pivot them right, toward the closet. "I can't very well go out there in yesterday's garments."
With a dramatic sign and roll of his eyes, Yoongi makes a show of how inconvenient it is that he will need to share. Hoseok is so distracted by how his sour face makes him laugh that Yoongi ends up bonking his right elbow on the opening to the closet, causing their embrace to crumble into pained gasps and laughter.
Once they are settled and Hoseok has blown the appropriate amount of air onto Yoongi's elbow, they switch on the closet light, and Hoseok skips inside like a kid in a candy store. There are so many brands, styles, shades, and cuts. He runs his fingertips over fabrics and takes his time inspecting piece after piece.
Yoongi insists that they do not need to fuss over clothing too much – that anything Hoseok chooses will suffice. But, to Hoseok, this is their first date outside of dining and drinks as employee and employer. Of course, he does not say so aloud, for fear of making Yoongi go skittish.
Hoseok chooses a steel blue jacket that is slightly long but form-fitting, wearing it open over a stone grey button-up shirt; casual yet chic. The slacks match the jacket and are a bit loose around the feet, but paired with Hoseok's loafers, they should elongate his legs. He experiments with Yoongi's hair products and swoons when one of the pomades smells so much like his musk that it feels like he is carrying Yoongi with him wherever he goes.
After some reluctance, wanting to wear a simple black sweater but giving in easily to Hoseok's best pout, Yoongi wears a similar ensemble, only his suit and slacks are slate grey, and he wears the jacket buttoned over a cornflower blue shirt.
"Couples outfits already, Seok?" Yoongi teases as they stand side-by-side applying moisturizing sunscreen.
Hoseok's heart soars and all he can do is flash a cheesy grin, delighted that Yoongi is the one to say it and that he is not running for the hills, yet also reluctant to be too excited, lest he make Yoongi change his mind. But then he remembers once more what Taehyung always says about honesty and transparency, and he sets the tube of sunscreen on the counter and turns to the left to fully face Yoongi.
"If it makes you uncomfortable at all that we match, I won't be offended. I got really excited by how similar the outfits are, but I also don't want you to think that we need to wear couples—"
Yoongi leans in and kisses Hoseok. Nothing more than a firm press of his lips, but it stops him from talking, nonetheless.
"I will admit, it is a bit out of my comfort zone," Yoongi says, a hair's breadth away from Hoseok's mouth.
"Really, hyung, it's okay if you want to—"
Yoongi kisses him again, and Hoseok chuckles, muttering, "You can't just kiss me whenever you want to shut me up," against his lips.
With a grin and one more soft peck, Yoongi asks, "Can't I?" making Hoseok laugh.
Wearing matching sunglasses, the two of them set out for the brunch spot, walking so close that occasionally, their hands touch. Hoseok's fingers flex each time as if yearning to be held, but he does not initiate in the event that Yoongi hopes to keep some semblance of distance. Matching outfits is such a widespread trend in Korea that the two of them simultaneously stand out and blend in with the brunch crowd. They are seated quickly by a hostess who appears to recognize Yoongi at a patio table near a wall of vines.
Feeling indecisive, they order a round of cold brew coffees, waters, and bottomless mimosas. They both zero in on a beef bulgogi breakfast burrito packed with rice, kimchi, egg, and potato, and when Hoseok whines that it sounds incredible but that it will absolutely be too much food, Yoongi gives a placating smile and suggests they split it. He even moves to the chair beside Hoseok to make sharing easier.
The burrito is massive, and with sides of glass noodles, pickled cucumber, kimchi soup, and rice, they are both grateful that they chose to share. They even manage to drink a full bottle of champagne and Hoseok hardly feels a buzz.
Hoseok smiles, feeling full and satiated. He leans to the left, resting his head on Yoongi's shoulder, only realizing too late that Yoongi may not want so much affection in public and jolting upright again.
"Hmm?" Yoongi asks.
"Sorry," Hoseok says. "I don't want to be too clingy."
Yoongi leans to grab the tall glass carafe half full of water and tops off his and Hoseok's glasses. Then he sets it down, leans close and asks, "What did I tell you last night?"
That you like it when I'm clingy, Hoseok thinks. Though, he admits he didn't take the statement to be totally serious.
"Still," Hoseok argues.
Yoongi leans closer still, voice low. "I might need a bit of time before hand holding and kissing, but I don't mind a little leaning. Or light touches here and there."
"Duly noted," Hoseok remarks with a smile, closing his eyes against a warm gust of air while he leans on Yoongi's shoulder once more, just for a brief moment, and smiles like a housecat on a sunny rug.
After brunch, they walk to a nearby park, taking the long way back to Yoongi's apartment. Yoongi opens up a little about growing up in Daegu, about the family poodle, and about having an older brother. He remains sparse on the details, but Hoseok soaks up each morsel of information he can, responding in kind about growing up in Gwangju with a sister and the family shih tzu.
Nary a dredge of champagne remains in Hoseok's system as far as he can tell, so when Yoongi corners him in the elevator and presses their bodies nice and close, Hoseok lets it happen. He wants it to happen.
"What about cameras?" Hoseok mutters into Yoongi's mouth.
Yoongi twists, facing the camera in the opposite corner and waves hello just as the doors open to his floor. Hoseok nearly doubles over from laughter.
Inside, they kick out of their shoes, and Yoongi reaches for Hoseok's slacks, yanking him toward the couch by the belt loops, weaving past the rainbow-colored pile of discarded bags and boxes. "May I?" he asks as he sinks down onto the cushion and opens his palms wide against Hoseok's hips.
Hoseok nods, air heavy in lungs. Arousal begins to simmer wildly, and he shrugs out of the jacket, already too warm. He leans to drape the jacket over the arm of the couch while Yoongi opens his clasp and zipper, allowing the garment to fall to the floor.
"Perhaps I should just undress," Hoseok chuckles, wincing as Yoongi rubs a palm over the borrowed black satin briefs covering his slowly growing erection.
Yoongi nods, reaching for the fallen slacks as Hoseok steps out of them one foot after another. He appreciates the way Yoongi always takes care to lift his clothing from the floor. He unbuttons the grey shirt while Yoongi quickly removes his own jacket and sits high on the edge of the couch.
Yoongi pushes open the shirt, which Hoseok keeps on, and drags his teeth over his hip bone. He bites the waistband of the briefs and tugs just enough to release and let the fabric snap. Hoseok gasps.
"Look at me," Hoseok commands, reaching to tangle his fingers in Yoongi's hair. Yoongi gazes up through his lashes, pupils blown and mouth held slightly agape. "I like seeing you like this."
A corner of Yoongi's mouth quirks, and he tilts his head into Hoseok's hand. "Yeah?"
Hoseok nods, then releases Yoongi, letting his hand hover but giving him room to move. Yoongi runs his palms up Hoseok's thighs and hips, hooking his fingertips on the elastic band on their way down and tugging at the fabric just enough to reveal the tip of Hoseok's cock. He leans forward and licks over the hole, then circles the crown, and Hoseok closes his eyes only long enough to let out a soft moan.
Yoongi continues to tease with his tongue, keeping his fingers resting beneath the fabric of the briefs, with Hoseok's length mostly covered. Hoseok hardens more and more from each ministration until he is leaking and wanting, growing impatient from the teasing but eager to let Yoongi enjoy himself.
Except Yoongi seems set on making Hoseok ask, and so he finally croaks out low, "Hyung."
With a coy, innocent smile, Yoongi asks, "Yes, Seokie?"
Hoseok bites his inner lip, doing his best not to smile, but, god, he is so pretty; so infuriatingly precious and so, so frustrating.
"Please," Hoseok asks sweetly.
Yoongi is sweeter still, batting his lashes as he asks, "Please, what?"
Through clenched teeth, Hoseok does his best to stifle a groan. He rubs his fingertips against Yoongi's cheek and says, "Be a good boy and suck my dick."
Yoongi, the devil that he is, takes his time pulling Hoseok's briefs down slow, slow, slow, all the while maintaining eye contact. His smile grows with each centimeter of exposed skin until, through a wide grin, he juts his tongue out and licks up languidly from base to tip. Hoseok lolls his head back, rolling his eyes. Then he fixes his gaze on Yoongi, who continues to stare up at him as he slowly sinks down on Hoseok's length, taking him deep into his throat.
"That's it," Hoseok praises, placing his hand just behind Yoongi's ear. Yoongi lifts his head, swirling his tongue, and Hoseok groans, "Just like that."
As Yoongi slides back down Hoseok's length, he sucks, hollowing his cheeks and making every inch of him feel sensitive. Hoseok groans, tightening his grip on Yoongi's hair. It goes on like this, slow and deep, with no rush to reach the end and feeling every tiny movement.
But then Hoseok feels the urge to orgasm come on strong, and he squeezes Yoongi's hair, not with the intent of pulling, but not necessarily trying not to. Yoongi picks up a bit of a pace, still not rushed but eager. He hums, and it vibrates Hoseok, adding a hint of intensification to an already overwhelming experience.
When Hoseok is on the brink of losing himself completely, he gasps, "Hyung, I'm gonna cum," and Yoongi quickens a bit more. He struggles to keep his eyes from closing, but the sight of Yoongi's petal lips wrapped around him sends him to the stars.
"Don't stop," Hoseok moans, mouth agape as he breathes heavily and does his best not to crumple to the rug.
Yoongi slows as he sucks to the tip, squeezing his cheeks tight, then forces Hoseok deep into his throat in a rhythm of slow and quick and slow and quick. He slurps and hums, and it is sensory overload, pushing Hoseok to the brink of his sanity.
"Gonna—" Hoseok chokes on a gasp, feeling too overwhelmed to speak. "Hyung, I'm gonna—" he attempts, but Yoongi puts more and more force into his movements, and it is all Hoseok can do to stay upright.
He moans pitchy and needy as orgasm roils through him. As he begins to come, Yoongi stops the movement of his head, save for sucking, and uses his hands to stroke Hoseok's length.
Finally, his knees give out, and he begins to bend. Yoongi releases his mouth but continues to slowly stroke, milking every drop against his lolled out tongue until Hoseok becomes too sensitive and mutters, "Fuck, stop, I'm gonna die."
The hands that release Hoseok's cock reach for his neck and pull him down, bringing him crashing onto Yoongi's lap with his ankles still trapped in the fabric of the briefs, shirt hanging open but slipping from his left shoulder.
"Hyung," Hoseok gasps, catching his breath. He kisses Yoongi, licks into his mouth and tastes traces of himself. He wraps his arms around Yoongi's neck, kicking out of the briefs to sit more fully on his lap and press him back into the cushions. "Your turn, now."
Yoongi's hands explore Hoseok's back and sides, rubbing in large movements, filling Hoseok with warmth. Eager to please, Hoseok slides down to the rug, onto his knees, and rubs his hands over the thighs of Yoongi's slacks. As he unzips and peels back the fabric, he spots a large wet spot where Yoongi's erection tents his red briefs.
"Awe, so pent up," Hoseok pouts, tugging at Yoongi's slacks and forcing him to angle his hips upward. Yoongi unbuttons his shirt and lets it hang open, revealing a strip of tummy and chest. "Look how much you're dripping. Poor thing, you must be so turned on."
There is a blaze that burns in Yoongi's eyes, hot and desperate, blowing his pupils wide. He reaches a hand and takes Hoseok gently by the chin, crooking his thumb to tug down on Hoseok's lip. Hoseok turns his head enough to nibble and suck on the tip of Yoongi's thumb while his hands slowly, firmly press against his clothed cock, making him wince and groan.
"How do you want me?" Hoseok asks. "Short and sweet, or mind-blowingly fast?"
As Yoongi's eyes widen at the latter suggestion, Hoseok grins and sits forward, pulling at the band of Yoongi's briefs and forcing his hips up once more. He pushes the garments down to Yoongi's legs, helps him step out with one foot, taking a moment to rest the garments on the couch, then spreads his soft thighs nice and wide, sitting high and leaning forward.
With one hand wrapped around Yoongi's cock and the other anchored on his thigh, Hoseok swallows down his length, pushing his hand down until just his finger and thumb circle the base. He quickly sucks upward, slurping pornographically while his hand moves with his head, engulfing and squeezing Yoongi's cock in an upward motion.
"Oh, fuck," Yoongi groans, spreading his thighs wider.
Hoseok repeats the movement again and again, leaking drool and precum from the sides of his mouth and coating his chin. He sucks hard and fast and even twists his palm on the upstrokes, creating a black hole of suction and spit with his hand.
It takes no time at all for Yoongi to begin writhing and panting, his deep, raspy moans cut short with bursts of air. His body sways and heaves with pleasure, and his hips begin to buck in small but quick movements, following Hoseok's rhythm.
"Seok, I'm so close," he manages to grit out between sobs, voice wrecked as his body trembles.
Hoseok speeds up, becoming dizzy but elated, so eager to make Yoongi feel good. He is spurred on by Yoongi gripping his hair and tugging at the strands, and he moans and whimpers around Yoongi as best as he can in order to heighten the sensation.
With only the final warning of, "Fuck, I'm—" Yoongi's hips stall and then buck hard, and he sprays his release deep into Hoseok's throat – so deep that he nearly gags.
Hoseok gasps as he comes up for air, lolling his tongue out and stroking Yoongi's length with his hand. Hot ropes of cum cover Hoseok's mouth, dripping from his lips, and he grins like a madman at the sight of Yoongi covered in sweat and panting, watching him with an expression of fucked out reverence.
"Wow," Yoongi manages to rasp between deep breaths.
Hoseok closes his mouth, smile still wide, and swallows Yoongi's sticky tangy-sweet release before licking the rest off his lips. Yoongi claws at him, gripping his arms and doing his best attempt to yank him onto the couch despite seeming drained of energy.
"Let me guess," Hoseok says as he settles on Yoongi's lap, his warm, sweat-slicked skin against Hoseok's bare ass and thighs. Yoongi cocks an eyebrow, and Hoseok leans close, asking against his lips, "Nobody has ever made you feel this way before?"
He leans in to kiss Yoongi, who scrunches his face in mock petulance and begins to assault Hoseok's ribs with his fingertips. It tickles and slightly hurts, overwhelming him as he begins to shout and wiggle in Yoongi's hold, desperate to get away but too unable to.
The two of them wind out flopped down on the couch, nose to nose as Yoongi's fingers slow to a stop and he wraps his arms around Hoseok, hugging him close. Hoseok is still somewhat laughing, mostly gasping for air, and as he settles, he inches down the couch until his head rests below Yoongi's chin.
"Nap time," Hoseok declares, and Yoongi nods, digging his chin into the top of his head. Hoseok feels warm and cold at the same time, wearing a shirt on his top half that has managed to ride up and naked from the ribs down. "Need a blanket."
Yoongi reaches up and then yanks down, engulfing Hoseok in soft warmth that matches the color of the couch. He wants to remark how funny it is that everything in the apartment is so dim and black that he had no idea there even was a blanket there, but he finds that he is suddenly exhausted and disinterested in forming his thoughts into coherent sentences.
The darkness engulfs him, with the sun shining in through the mesh grey curtains, and Hoseok takes in a deep breath of musk and sweat, and, with a smile, drifts off to sleep.
* * *
The remainder of Sunday is spent in pajamas. They order falafel sandwiches for delivery and watch an episode of a baking reality show. Night approaches quickly and Hoseok remains in a liminal space between wakefulness and sleep, feeling too relaxed to do much of anything, but also too antsy to do nothing.
By ten, Yoongi is standing and stretching with a deep yawn. He takes stock of the mess of boxes, but decides he still has no interest in dealing with it, muttering, "This week."
There is a part of Hoseok that thinks it would be best if he returns home. He wants to use his own facial cleansers, and he also does not want to be seen going into M with Yoongi tomorrow morning. But this weekend, which started out poorly and chaotic, has recovered into something so perfect that he feels worried that one word could ruin anything.
It seems Yoongi can sense that something is bothering him, however, so when he tugs on Hoseok's hand, in which his own is clasped, and asks, "What is it?" Hoseok decides that it is time, once more, to be open and honest.
"I think I should go home soon," he says, voice soft and worried.
Yoongi nods. "Alright. Whenever you're ready."
His straightforward response actually takes Hoseok by surprise, and he decides to tamp down his dreadful thoughts with playfulness. "Wow, so eager to get rid of me already, are you?"
Yoongi rolls his eyes and shakes his head, assuaging some of Hoseok's fears. "This apartment has actually felt lived in with you here."
Hoseok scoffs despite how warm and fuzzy he feels inside. "Yeah, well maybe if you added a splash of color and a piece of artwork on the walls, it would feel like a real home."
With his free hand outstretched toward the colorful pile of bags and boxes, Yoongi says, "There's plenty of color right there!" causing Hoseok to collapse into him with laughter.
They take their time getting off the couch, groaning with stiff limbs. Hoseok wraps his arms around Yoongi's hips and tilts his head to look into his eyes.
"Thanks for the fun weekend, hyung."
Yoongi kisses the tip of Hoseok's nose, making him grin. Then their lips press together, and Hoseok pulls Yoongi as close to him as he possibly can. They kiss slow and soft, breathing one another in, then part with a smile.
"I'm stealing these clothes," Hoseok says softly. "Don't want to put mine back on."
Yoongi nods. "Leave the garments here. I'll launder them."
"Awe," Hoseok coos, leaning in for another kiss. "Thanks, babe."
It is so minute – so very slight that it is nearly imperceptible, but Yoongi freezes. Or, perhaps, he flinches. It sends Hoseok's mind into a downward spiral, and he blinks rapidly, worried he has just ruined everything.
"Shit, sorry," he says through a laugh that is stripped of all mirth. "It slipped out. I didn't mean—"
"Seok," Yoongi says, placing both palms on Hoseok's cheeks. Hoseok knows he looks crazed with wide, worried eyes, which is only confirmed when Yoongi breaks into a smile. "Don't panic. It's fine. It's…a little weird. Pet names are something I don't usually do."
Hoseok shakes his head as best as he can between Yoongi palms, eyes welling with tears. "It won't happen again. I'm sorry."
"Hoseok," Yoongi says firmly. His smile fades, and his gaze is downcast. "It's fine. I'm not grossed out. I just need to get used to it, okay?"
"Okay," he mutters, nodding, heart pounding wildly.
Yoongi leans in for a kiss, which Hoseok reciprocates slowly. Then he brushes his fingertips along Hoseok's hairline over his ears and gently cradles his head. "I did a number on you, huh?"
Sadness washes over Hoseok, and his head begins to droop. He does not want to admit to Yoongi's past behavior having affected him this way, but there is no denying it.
"I'm sorry," Yoongi says, leaning close. They kiss softly, but there is regret behind it that is palpable in every movement.
Yoongi holds Hoseok's hand as they hobble into their shoes, and continues to hold it on the elevator ride and through the lobby of his building. He only lets go once he has opened Hoseok's door and Hoseok takes a seat, but once they are driving in the direction of Hoseok's apartment, Yoongi's palm is enclosed on Hoseok's hand, fingers lazily parted to accommodate each other.
They walk to Hoseok's door in silence, and when Hoseok steps inside, holding the door open to invite Yoongi, they quietly close and lean into it, with Hoseok's head on Yoongi's shoulder. So much is left unsaid, swirling inside and between and around them. But Hoseok finds he would rather have some time to think and gather his myriad thoughts before he attempts to voice them.
He feels a wistful blend of melancholy and hope as he kisses Yoongi goodnight and tells him to drive safe. They promise to see one another in the morning and manage to exchange smiles before Yoongi is gone and Hoseok is left to stand with one hand on the doorknob and the other pressed against the door. He rests his forehead against the cool wood and closes his eyes, standing a moment while all the events and feelings crest over him in waves.
Then he goes through his nightly routine and curls onto his bed, burying his face in his pillow and picking up hints of Yoongi from his borrowed clothing. He tells himself that things are okay and that he is allowed to rest. And, eventually, he drifts.
* * *
Monday morning is hectic from the moment Hoseok walks in the door. He is ushered immediately into hair and makeup where Namjoon outfits him from the racks of clothing he and Yoongi purchased on Saturday. He barely comprehends what goes onto his body – denim, loose-fitting pants; yellow, blue, and black tight mesh shirt; possibly a belt – his mind is so focused on his task for the day that he is too busy freaking out to clearly see his own reflection.
Sunmi is the first to enter, and Namjoon stands aside, watching as Hoseok begins to pick out pieces for her. She is eager and playful, willing to wear absolutely anything he suggests. He chooses a black skirt that has a blue and orange oil slick pattern, with a cropped spaghetti strap tank and a loose-fit bright orange long sleeve knit top with big round holes.
Her hair is no longer orange but now a deep black with blue tints, and, upon Hoseok's recommendation, Namjoon divides her hair into two long pigtails on the top of her head and divides each tail into several braids, tying the ends off with colorful bands. He paints bright blue flame-style designs on her eyelids and lines her lips in blue that fades to her natural lip color with gloss applied atop.
Sunmi shrieks with joy and praise, and then she is off to stand in front of Yoongi's camera while three more models enter, all juniors in their craft and working at M for the first time. Hoseok dresses them in similar styles, alternating loose pants with tight tops and tight bottoms with loose tops. Their hair is done in similar spiky, braided, messy styles, with colorful bands and butterfly clips, and then they are sent, along with Hoseok – whose eyes are painted to match Sunmi but in orange, with glossy black lips – to model as a group.
Yoongi is at the top of his game, holding two film cameras around his neck and one digital in his hand, juggling his devices and giving orders with a smile. He and Namjoon pose the junior models around the outskirts or in the back with Sunmi and Hoseok as their focal point. They hold onto skateboards and boomboxes, and even bring in a trampoline to jump on. Periodically, Namjoon touches up hair and makeup, and then they are all ushered into the back, where Hoseok selects all new outfits for them.
Once it is time for lunch, Hoseok collapses into the makeup chair, exhausted. He tells the others to go ahead and allows himself to bask in the events of the morning. The room is empty and strewn with clothing, and once he has caught his breath, he feels restless and begins to pick up each clothing item that has been draped over this chair and the rack, and places them back onto hangers.
The door to the dressing room bursts open, and all peace is lost as Seokjin shouts to the heavens so loud and rapidly that it takes Hoseok a moment to figure out what he is saying.
"We need to discuss figures and draw up a new contact!"
Hoseok heavy-blinks, then says, "Sorry, slow down. What?"
With a deep, pained, exasperated sigh, Seokjin screws up his face. "Yah, Hoseokah, you know I hate repeating myself!"
As it turns out, this is not a fact about Seokjin that Hoseok has known. However, it is completely unsurprising.
He nods, apologetic as he says, "I promise to do better next time. Please, what did you just say?"
Seokjin grins, then fully enters the room and closes the door behind him. "Yoongi and Namjoon were blown away by your performance earlier." There it is again. That phrase: blown away. "They said you were a natural. Namjoon wants you outfitting models moving forward, and he said you can even offer advice on hair and makeup."
Hoseok swallows thickly and nods. "Oh. Okay."
"Is that something you want?" Seokjin asks, eyes widening.
Hoseok nods, but he feels nervous. What if today was a fluke? What if he only has an eye for playful outfits but then completely fails when something more formal or astute comes in?
"I had fun," he admits, weighing his thoughts. "But what if I don't do well in the future?"
"Nonsense," Seokjin barks, waving a hand between them as if batting away an unwanted insect. "You will be amazing. And if you ever have doubts or uncertainties, Namjoon will be right here to assist."
Hoseok supposes that is true. It is not as if he is replacing Namjoon. Rather, he would be joining him. Warmth fills Hoseok's chest at the realization that he and Joon Baboon will be a team, and he smiles wide, nodding.
"Alright," he says, holding out his hand. "I'll do it."
Seokjin grimaces at Hoseok's outstretched hand but takes it in both of his, anyway, giving it a shake with a slight bow of his head, which Hoseok returns emphatically, bending at the hips.
"You know that a handshake isn't binding, yes?" Seokjin asks.
"Yes," Hoseok says, chuckling and remembering a similar interaction with Yoongi not so long ago. "I'm just excited."
"Good!" Seokjin shouts, clapping his hands. "Now get to lunch. Stop working and take a break. The clothing will be here when you are nourished and rested."
Hoseok feels too energetic to rest, but he accepts anyway. As Seokjin leaves the room and heads toward the front doors, Hoseok steps out and goes another direction. Yes, he is hungry and tired. But he is also eager to see someone else. He takes a right and walks past everyone who is still working, glad when a certain someone is nowhere to be seen, and makes his way up the stairs to the dark office that overlooks the studio.
* * *
The routine for the rest of the week is the same. Hoseok arrives early, gets himself dressed in something he and Namjoon choose, and then they ready Sunmi, who goes out to shoot individual photos while the juniors come in to get ready. Group photos commence, and Yoongi shoots with wide angle lenses to capture the look of the late 90s and early 00s when everything was colorfully captured with a bit of a fisheye, and then Hoseok stays behind to do solo photos while everyone else breaks for lunch.
Once he is finished, Hoseok grabs a quick snack and a bottle of water and excuses himself to look over the photos with the boss. Behind the closed, locked door, they kiss and touch and occasionally exchange handjobs. Hoseok has to be careful not to smear his makeup too much for fear of being found out, until finally, he opts to just remove the makeup altogether before making his climb up the stairs.
There is something so incredible about the rush Hoseok feels from cuming on Yoongi's palm, or better, on Yoongi's pretty face moments after a job well done in the studio, and as the days pass, he finds himself getting excited the moment they are done shooting for the morning, before he even has a chance to clean his face and grab refreshments.
Friday evening is a bit different, however. As the two of them catch their breath and straighten out their clothing, there is a firm knock on Yoongi's door.
"It's Seokjin," Yoongi says assuredly as he checks his hair and dabs the sweat from his brow. Then he walks over just as the knocking returns and opens the door.
Seokjin is poised to yell about being left waiting – Hoseok can see it in his demeanor – but then he spots Hoseok sitting beside Yoongi's desk in a chair that has been pulled up so he can view the monitor, and he relaxes.
"Yoongichi, I know this is last minute, but I am going to need you to take charge of next week's trip."
Hoseok glances between Yoongi and Seokjin and is disappointed to find Yoongi's expression is stony and unchanged – impossible to read. He merely nods at the news.
"Minho's wife is ill and he needs to stay home with her to take care of the kids," Seokjin says, pulling a face that suggests having a wife and kids must be a real nuisance. "I would recommend taking this one with you—" Seokjin jerks his head in Hoseok's direction, "—to give him experience with scouting and shopping, but I think Namjoon will need all the help he can get while you are away."
Yoongi simply nods and agrees, and when Seokjin states he will send Yoongi the itinerary and ticket information immediately, he thanks Seokjin and waits for the door to close.
Only when the door is closed does Yoongi walk to one of the large leather chairs and plop down with a sigh. He pats his thigh, muttering, "Come here," but he does not smile.
Hoseok shuffles over quickly and sits on Yoongi's lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders while the other drapes over his middle. Yoongi reaches for Hoseok's hand and holds it in their laps.
"Tomorrow afternoon, it seems, I will be flying to Japan," Yoongi says with a slight frown, eyes on their conjoined hands. He rubs at Hoseok's knuckles with his thumb. "We are working with some new street brand crews and our magazine has been invited to personally select some outfits. We have someone on staff who is in charge of these field trips, but as you have heard, his wife has fallen ill."
Hoseok nods, waiting for more information.
"I will return briefly on Tuesday, but, depending on Minho's availability, I may need to fulfill his duties and fly out Wednesday morning to Paris. We are scouting hotels and shooting locations ahead of time, before everything can be bought up in anticipation for Fashion Week."
"Oh," Hoseok says. "Wow."
Yoongi nods, looking up at Hoseok with a forlorn smile. "It's a shame you can't come. This type of experience would be perfect for your position. But, since you are new at all of this, and Namjoon will have a gaggle of juniors on his hands, Seokjin seems to think it is best that you stay here. And…as much as I hate to say so," Yoongi lifts Hoseok's hand to his mouth and rubs his knuckles against his bottom lip, "I would have to agree."
"How long?" Hoseok asks.
Yoongi sighs. "I likely won't be back until the end of the week. Possibly the weekend."
Hoseok is filled with sadness, but also excitement. He looks forward to seeing everything Yoongi returns with and already wants to hear all about Paris.
"Alright," Hoseok says, kissing Yoongi on the nose. They remain sitting in silence.
Yoongi invites Hoseok to stay over at his place and prepares a hearty meal of kimchi soup with rice, glass noodles, and various store-bought kimchi on the side. They eat at Yoongi's kitchen island, enjoying a glass of white wine, and then Yoongi tugs Hoseok into the bathroom, stripping the two of them down and leaving a trail of undergarments on the way to the tub.
They sit in a hot bath with Yoongi in the back and Hoseok in the front, surrounded by a mountain of bubbles. The sounds of moans and gasps, as well as water sloshing and dripping to the floor, echo off the tile as Yoongi strokes Hoseok with one hand and holds onto his throat with the other.
In the shower, rinsing off the bathwater, Hoseok presses Yoongi against the cool tile wall, clasping Yoongi's palms over his head with one hand while he strokes him with the other. Yoongi's moans echo through the small space, and they are left gasping for breath and covered in sweat as the glass walls of the shower fog to opaqueness.
* * *
Hoseok is clingy from the moment he wakes up. He laments having to say goodbye to Yoongi for a week. Japan is easy to manage, but Paris is eight hours behind, which is going to put a strain on them keeping in touch.
He helps Yoongi pack a suitcase and organize suits into three garment bags. They have a small, quiet breakfast, and by 1:00, Seokjin is out front waiting to take Yoongi to the airport. He seems not at all surprised to find Hoseok is present, and as they both clamber into the backseat of the SUV, Seokjin puts on his best chauffeur impression, calling them gentlemen while tipping an imaginary hat and offering them complimentary champagne and mints that do not exist. Seokjin drives onto the tarmac near a small white private jet and then gets out to help with Yoongi's luggage. Although Yoongi wears a mask and sunglasses, he pulls the mask down to give Hoseok a long, slow kiss.
"I should see you Tuesday," he says, offering a smile, which Hoseok returns.
Hoseok holds back tears. "Safe travels, hyung."
Once Yoongi is on the aircraft and the door is closed behind him, Hoseok shuffles over to Seokjin's vehicle and climbs into the front seat. He buckles his seatbelt and attempts not to feel sad, but it is always difficult for Hoseok to say goodbye to someone, even if it is just temporary.
Seokjin gets into the vehicle, puts on his seatbelt, and presses the ignition start button. Then, before putting it into drive, he turns to Hoseok and says, "I see you two have finally talked things out."
Hoseok feels his cheeks go red, and Seokjin chuckles. "We have," is all Hoseok can say, eyes glued to the jet that carries Yoongi.
"Good," Seokjin says, and he begins to drive. They exit the airport and turn onto the road, and he says, "I was hoping for this sort of outcome. I like the two of you together."
Hoseok turns to Seokjin, tears in his eyes. He wants to thank him, but he is too afraid to get choked up.
"Just don't fuck it up," Seokjin says in a mock-warning tone. "And don't let him fuck it up, either."
Hoseok laughs, sobbing a bit as he begins to cry. He wipes at his eyes and turns his gaze to the window, watching as the city ahead inches closer bit by bit. "I'll try not to."
* * *
At a little after 4, Yoongi calls to let Hoseok know that he has landed safely. They talk a bit, but then Yoongi apologizes for having to meet with the designers.
"I'll call tonight," Yoongi says. "Unless you'll be out."
Hoseok had not considered going out with his friends, and he hums then says, "I might be. I'll let you know."
Less than an hour later, Jeongguk is putting out the feelers for a club night, and by 8, they are piled into Hoseok's bedroom, sifting through his designer clothing and getting ready.
Hoseok wears a simple black shirt tucked into white shorts and chunky black boots, with a black choker, black eyeliner, and messy hair. The other three are in an array of clothing, Taehyung choosing a loose-fit burgundy suit with matching tank, Jimin in a grey suit and slacks with no shirt underneath, and Jeongguk in loose black jeans with rainbow splotches, a matching denim jacket, and a black tank.
They chug a couple bottles of soju and then head out into the night, walking to their usual spot rather than the one that recently opened, hoping that the new club pulls a bunch of the clubgoers to make their spot less crowded. To their delight, their club is less packed, though still quite busy, and they take strawberry vodka shots and head for the dancefloor. While the three friends grind, Hoseok is off in his own little world. Occasionally, he feels the touch of someone eager to pull him close to dance, and he lets them down gently, migrating close enough to his friends to show he is not alone. He is having a good night, but he feels an exhaustion that seems to seep down into his bones. The week was busy and exciting, and now that he has had a chance to be away from the studio, he longs to go to sleep.
It is not even midnight when Hoseok decides to call it a night. He checks his phone to see that he has no missed messages or missed calls, and he attempts to call Yoongi but gets no answer. The walk to his place is rather quick. Hoseok is eager to strip, shower, and sleep. Once in his apartment, he heads straight for the bedroom and peels out of his clothing. He hobbles into the shower and washes up. Once out of the shower, he applies his face creams, then he returns to his room in search of his phone, finding it in the pocket of his shorts.
There is one missed call from Yoongi, and Hoseok groans, frustrated that he did not hear it ring. He calls back and after three rings, hears a very groggy, possibly intoxicated, "Hey, Seok."
Hoseok laughs. "Long night?"
Yoongi hums in response. There is a pause, then he says, "I think it was their mission to drink me under the table." He definitely sounds drunk.
"Did they win?" Hoseok asks, making his way to his bed nude. He sits on the edge and listens to Yoongi's tired breathing, which is mostly comprised of groans and sighs.
"No," Yoongi says sharply, then mutters, "should've let them."
Hoseok chuckles. "Have some water and don't sleep in your suit."
A gruff "Mmhmm" responds.
"Get some sleep. I'll talk to you soon."
There is a muttering of words, but Hoseok cannot parse them. He continues to listen until he surmises that Yoongi's phone rests on his chest, stomach, or hotel bed, and then he hangs up.
* * *
Sunday morning, Hoseok treats the boys to brunch. They pick similar Dior suits and walk arm in arm, Taehyung and Jeongguk in the lead, with Hoseok and Jimin trailing behind. He is hesitant when they are all seated and holding onto their flutes of mimosa to tell everyone about his weekend with Yoongi and the whirlwind that followed. But when he does, smile tugging at his lips, they all cheer and whoop and raise a toast wishing Hoseok well.
Once the commotion has settled, Jeongguk leans over the table to stage whisper, "I've been texting with Namjoon-hyung," and Hoseok gasps dramatically, dropping his metal utensils in a clatter to raise his hands to his face.
"Texting or sexting?" he asks in a similar whisper shout.
When Jeongguk only winks in response, Hoseok has to hold in a scream.
For the remainder of the day, Hoseok takes care of chores, laundering his clothing in the washer that sits tucked away in his bathroom and then hanging the items to dry over racks, while compiling clothing to take to the dry cleaner – a task that he intends to put off for a while. He sweeps and dusts, then takes a nap on the couch.
When he wakes up, he notices a text from Yoongi, which he quickly replies to after changing Yoongi's name in his contacts.
Magic Min
Sorry for the silence today. Been busy. Will call later if I can.
Hoseok
I've been cleaning and napping all day, so you haven't missed much.
As Hoseok makes his way into the kitchen to make a packet of ramen, his phone buzzes once more. He grabs a pot and holds it under the tap, eyeballing the correct amount of water, then puts it on the stove and turns on the burner. Finally, he checks his phone.
Magic Min
I have a moment before I'm expected out. Are you free?
Hoseok calls rather than texts, and Yoongi answers quickly.
"There you are."
Hoseok smiles, busying his hands with opening the ramen packet while waiting for the water to boil. "Here I am."
"How has your weekend been?"
Hoseok shrugs, then twists about, eyeing his apartment. Empty, he thinks. Lonely. "Not too eventful. Went to the club with the boys last night, then treated them to brunch this morning."
"Was I imagining it, or did we talk last night?" Yoongi asks, voice low and semi-conspiratorial. Hoseok wonders whether he is alone.
"We did," he says through a laugh. "You sounded pretty plastered."
Yoongi hums then sighs. "Business deals with Japanese clients always become long nights at the hostess bars. You simply cannot tell these men no, even after they have run an impressive tab on the champagne."
Hoseok's heart pounds at the thought of Yoongi, dapper in his suit with his wavy hair framing his face, accepting drinks from a beautiful hostess.
"I swear," Yoongi continues, "it seems like the girls drink more of our champagne than we do. But I would probably die of alcohol poisoning if they didn't."
All Hoseok can say in response is, "Hmm." He does not want to seem jealous or upset, but there is a part of him that is certainly, at the very least, uncomfortable.
"Don't worry, Seokah," Yoongi says sweetly, "it's standard protocol. Like a hoesik but flashier."
"Alright," Hoseok says, not entirely convinced. His water is beginning to bubble, but he is suddenly unsure that he feels hungry.
There is a pause, then Yoongi asks, "Hey, are you okay?"
"Yeah," Hoseok says, swallowing thickly. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised about a hostess bar."
"I am not interested in those girls," Yoongi insists.
"I know," Hoseok utters.
Yoongi's voice softens. "But do you?" Hoseok is unsure what to say. "Seokah, even Minho, who is married with children goes to these things. And when you come with me on the next business trip, you will be subjected to it, as well."
Hoseok rolls his eyes and cracks a smile. Ordinarily, he would find a hostess club to be charming, maybe even a little exciting. He knows that it is just his nerves in a stir that is causing him to feel so uncertain.
"Alright, well, don't get too drunk, hyung."
Yoongi chuckles. "You know I am powerless to make that promise. But I can attempt to call when I am back to the hotel, provided I have the wherewithal."
"Sounds good," Hoseok says, watching his pot of water boil. "Have fun."
"Talk to you later, Seok."
Hoseok frowns. "Bye."
* * *
When his alarm blares on Monday morning, Hoseok is not quite ready to face the day. Or the week, for that matter. He had not heard from Yoongi the night before, and as he checks his phone, he realizes that he must have slept through two calls about an hour after he went to bed. There is no voicemail or text, and Hoseok surmises that Yoongi must have passed out shortly after, and he sends a text before getting ready for work.
Hoseok
Sorry I missed you, hyung. Crashed about an hour before you called.
Hoseok showers, applies moisturizers, and wears a simple black Dior suit, anticipating he will be changing into something flashier once he arrives to work. He detours to the café and then takes a cab to the studio, making it two steps inside before his phone begins to ring. Hoseok really needs to add a contact photo for Yoongi. The black screen with white letters is so not cute.
Holding his coffee in one hand, Hoseok accepts the call, making his way to the makeup room. He answers with a chipper, "Yes, boss?"
Yoongi chuckles. "At work, already?"
Affronted, Hoseok says, "Yes! You know that I am always on time!"
"Good," Yoongi says. "Sorry I didn't catch you sooner, but I wanted to be sure to tell you I hope you have a good day."
Hoseok beams, chest filling with warmth. "You are so gay for me," he mutters under his breath.
Yoongi laughs. "See you tomorrow? Seokjin will be picking me up from the airport around noon, and then I thought we could have lunch and sort through the new clothing at the studio."
"Sure," Hoseok says as he sets his coffee and purse down on the far end of the makeup counter. Namjoon glances up and opens his mouth as if to say hi but must realize Hoseok is on the phone, and he furrows his brow. "Sounds fun. How many pieces are you bringing back?"
At the realization that Hoseok must be talking to Yoongi, Namjoon perks up again.
"Too many," Yoongi says. He sounds worn out. "Everything here is nearly taken care of and I should be free of any more hostess club outings. Just need to double check the inventory, sign some paperwork, and get an early night's sleep."
Hoseok hums, glad that Yoongi will get some rest but impatient to hear about the clothing.
"Tell Namjoon to look forward to clothing, shoes, handbags, and even some jewelry pieces."
Hoseok winks at Namjoon and says, "Will do," which seems to only make Namjoon antsy.
"Alright, we both have work to do. Have a good day, Seok."
Hoseok smiles. "You too, hyung."
Namjoon is on the edge of his seat, eager for Hoseok to relay his message. And as he does so, it begins to set in a little deeper that he is more than just a model. Especially as Sunmi sticks her head in and asks whether they are ready for her.
They pick out something funky and vibrant. Once her hair and makeup is ready, Seokjin stands in partially for Yoongi, overseeing Sunmi's poses while also directing the photographer. All of the photos taken while Yoongi is out of town will be backups in case they need more variety in the ads or something with different colorways than previous shoots. All in all, Hoseok feels good.
* * *
Tuesday morning in the studio is strange. It is so quiet that when Hoseok walks in, it feels as if all the life had been sucked out through an airlock and is now floating in space, leaving him completely and totally alone.
Hoseok had been instructed to come in by 11 to help Namjoon get ready for the new clothing pieces. He makes his way to the makeup room, where Namjoon sits on his phone, empty metal racks ready in anticipation for Yoongi's arrival; it seems as if he has already taken care of it by himself.
"Well, now what am I supposed to do?" Hoseok asks, setting down his coffee and purse the way he always does.
Namjoon asks, "Hmm?" looking up from his phone.
Hoseok pouts. "You already did everything."
"Ah," Namjoon says, "yeah, sorry. I wasn't sure when you'd be coming in and I hate sitting around when there is work to be done."
Hoseok glances around for a door to some kind of storage room, then he asks, "Where do they even go?"
At this, Namjoon perks up. "Oh my god. Have you never been inside the storehouse?"
"Storehouse?" Hoseok gasps, not sure whether he should feel excited for what is to come or insulted that this is the first time he is hearing of such a curious, fantastic place.
Namjoon hops down from his chair and quickly walks past Hoseok, exiting the room in a gust of black fabric and musky cologne. Hoseok leaves his purse and coffee behind and scurries along, following Namjoon through the length of the studio, under the staircase that leads to Yoongi's office.
There is a black door hidden just below the steps that Hoseok has never noticed before with a small metal keypad. Namjoon enters a series of numbers, opens the door, and instantly, Hoseok is hit with cool air. Fluorescent lights flick on and Hoseok takes in a deep, excited breath.
In a massive storeroom are rows upon rows – racks upon racks – of designer clothing. He freezes in the doorway, uncertain how to approach such beauty and wonder.
"Go on in," Namjoon urges, giving Hoseok a little shove.
Hoseok feels like a kid entering Lotte World for the first time. He approaches racks of Dior and Louis Vuitton outfits that either didn't make the cut for his shoots, were duplicates, or were worn by junior models who, he surmises, do not get the privilege of taking clothing home. Then he walks deeper, to the end of the row and around to the next one, discovering an amalgamation of brands, styles, colors, and fabrics.
"They're all in the order of shoot up to a certain point, and then they are organized by brand," Namjoon informs as he catches up to Hoseok. "It's…kind of a mess. There isn't really anyone who has the time or energy to organize this space the way it deserves."
As if hoping to be called on in class, Hoseok's hand shoots straight up. Namjoon chuckles, but he says nothing.
"I can do it."
Namjoon shakes his head in a way that suggests that really, it is far too much trouble.
"I mean it. First of all, these garments are all just sitting here. We should at least do something with them. It feels…I don't know…" Hoseok runs his hands along fabrics, feeling cotton, wool, and a variety of blends against his fingertips. He utters the word "wasteful" softly, more to himself than to Namjoon.
"We should definitely do something with all of this," Namjoon agrees. "I hate to see it just sitting here. And if you really want to organize this space, I know Yoongi-hyung and Seokjin-hyung would be very appreciative."
Hoseok's heart aches at the sight of so many beautiful garments. Even the ugly ones he would like to do something for. Some kind of recycling program. The last thing the magazine really needs is more money, but it could be fun to have a sale of sorts.
"I have the perfect idea," Hoseok announces. When Namjoon raises his eyebrows, Hoseok lifts his hands and parts them as if motioning to a marquee sign. "Fashion show and auction."
Namjoon's eyes widen and he nods. "Pitch it to the guys today."
"I know some extra models, should we need some," Hoseok says with a wink, and Namjoon begins to blush. He wants to bring up Jeongguk so badly, but he also wants Namjoon to be the one to do it first.
Hoseok continues walking through the space, making a mental note of the various brands and how they may look at an auction show. He will need to mix and match pieces while keeping some sets complete, and he cannot pull out all of the best items first; there is no way they will be able to offload everything in one event.
That is…if the men even go for it. The more Hoseok thinks about it, the less certain he becomes. He knows that it is a good idea, but it is rare for the wealthy to care about global impact and the footprint that the fashion industry causes. Still, he cannot stand idly by and let all these gorgeous pieces rot.
Hoseok is in the dead center of the storehouse, holding a vintage woolen plaid Alexander McQueen skirt to his hips, when he hears footsteps approaching. He had assumed Namjoon lost interest in watching him peruse long ago, and he turns excitedly to announce how elegant this piece is, but his words die in his throat at the sight of Yoongi standing before him.
"There you are," Yoongi says with a grin. He wears a long wool jacket with a white scarf cascading over his shoulders, a black shirt, and black slacks. His hair is slick today, not wavy, and tucked behind his ears.
Hoseok nearly drops the skirt. He fumbles to get it back onto the rack, getting the hanger stuck sideways against another hanger in his haste. Once the garment is back where it belongs, Yoongi is closer, and Hoseok spins and barrels into him, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's ribs, causing him to let out a deep oof.
"Here I am," Hoseok mutters softly, breathing in Yoongi's scent.
Yoongi chuckles. "I was barely away for a few days."
"Shut up," Hoseok says as he squeezes harder. "Don't act like you didn't miss me."
As they pull out of the hug, Yoongi brightly says, "Miss you? Please. I didn't simply miss you, Hoseokah. I picked out every single piece specifically with you in mind. Want to see?"
Hoseok malfunctions, struggling to compute Yoongi's words, and he stands slack-jawed for a moment, coming out of his daze once Yoongi begins to chuckle. This man really does a number to Hoseok's sanity and he is so open and willing to allow it to happen.
"Yes," he finally says, heart pounding with excitement and joy and anticipation and a…possible…other…deep and scary feeling that he does not want to speak into the world just yet.
Yoongi leads them out of the storehouse and into the main studio. where Seokjin and Namjoon are beginning to unbox items. With nobody else in the building, Hoseok has the urge to hold Yoongi's hand or stand a little too close, but he does his best not to for the sake of not getting too comfortable in that way here in this space.
As they approach the mountain that is taller even than what they unpacked in Yoongi's apartment days ago, Seokjin runs a hand through his short, dark hair and says, "We really need to start doing something with the old clothing."
Namjoon perks up and looks to Hoseok with wide eyes that ask whether Hoseok would like to share his idea, and Hoseok clams up. Unfortunately for him, Seokjin has clocked Namjoon's behavior and looks to Hoseok expectantly.
"Is this telepathic communication between you two in some way a response to my remark?" Seokjin asks.
Hoseok sighs, then takes a deep breath and says, "Yes," letting the breath out. With all eyes on him, his palms begin to sweat, and he rubs his hands down the front of his slacks. "I thought that perhaps we could offload some pieces in an auction," he begins, glancing around. Yoongi shifts his weight toward Hoseok, quirking an eyebrow, and Seokjin crosses his arms over his chest. "Maybe do a fashion show, like a runway event? It could be fun."
Yoongi nods. "That could be fun. Perhaps we could donate the proceeds to charity."
Hoseok hadn't thought of that. His eyes well with tears and he feels so relieved and so happy. He nods emphatically and says, "Yes! Of course. That's a great idea."
Seokjin gives a single curt nod, only smiling the barest amount. "I like the way you think, Hoseokah," he says, making Hoseok swoon from the term of endearment.
"Namjoon helped me come up with the idea," Hoseok adds, holding his chin high. Although it is not entirely true, he hates the thought of leaving anyone out.
Seokjin nods once more and says, "Well, we should bring in some more seasoned models. We have worked with the Jeon boy once before and liked his look. Maybe he would want to come back."
"We could try out those other two friends of yours, as well," Yoongi adds. "They model, yes?"
"Yes," Hoseok says quickly, full of hope.
Yoongi nods. "Good. We'll iron out the details once this shoot—" he motions toward the new pile of clothing, "—is wrapped up. Once we have a schedule set, we can discuss it with your friends. Unless you and Seokjin-hyung want to begin plotting while I am away this week."
Unable to contain his joy, and unwilling to think about Yoongi leaving again just yet, Hoseok throws his arms around Yoongi's neck in an embrace that is too brief for Yoongi to be able to reciprocate. Then he turns to Seokjin, who very stiffly holds out one hand to shake, which Hoseok gladly takes in both of his, bowing his head.
Seokjin departs, and Hoseok and Namjoon get to work unpacking the items while Yoongi excuses himself to his office. Hoseok enjoys bantering and brainstorming with Namjoon, and although it takes over an hour to complete the task of sorting the garments, shoes, and handbags, he has a lot of fun. The styles are subdued and professional, similar to the Dior and Louis Vuitton outfits, but there are hints of Japanese street styles. With only jewelry left to unpack, they opt to break for lunch. Namjoon excuses himself to leave the building, so Hoseok makes his way up to Yoongi's office. When he knocks on the door, his heart begins to pound. He hopes he is not interrupting anything.
The door swings open, and Hoseok is greeted with a wide smile. "Finally," Yoongi says as he steps back only enough to allow Hoseok to enter.
"Oh?" Hoseok asks, but it is the only sound he is able to get out before he is pressing against the closing door with Yoongi's mouth on his.
Yoongi's hands are hasty in their movements, running the expanse of Hoseok's ribs, from his hips to his chest. He paws at Hoseok eagerly, palms grazing clothed nipples on their journey to his neck, making Hoseok gasp. And his kiss is demanding, licking and prodding as if desperate to search and taste.
"How long do we have?" Yoongi asks, and Hoseok chuckles, which falls to a groan as Yoongi sucks his lip between his teeth.
"Under thirty minutes," Hoseok groans, "we just broke for lunch but we're not taking the full hour today."
Yoongi locks his door and turns away to his desk, leaving Hoseok feeling dazed. He begins to undress quickly, draping his clothing over the large chair before his desk.
"Please," Yoongi says, undoing his pants.
Hoseok nods and approaches, quickly discarding his slate grey ensemble of jacket, tank, and slacks. They stand in briefs and socks before Yoongi's desk and Yoongi grabs Hoseok by the waist and pulls him close.
"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I'm already stretched," he rasps. "Already ready, if you will have me."
Hoseok gasps and reaches around Yoongi, prodding between his clothed cheeks and finding a hard circle – the end of an anal plug.
"Turn around," Hoseok demands, and Yoongi does so, palms down on the top of his desk. "Good boy," he coos as his fingernails gently scratch down the expanse of Yoongi's back, then hook into the band of his briefs.
He yanks the fabric down, in awe of the way Yoongi's butt jiggles, and reaches with both hands to squeeze his cheeks. He has never fully worshiped this ass the way he needs to and now is not the time. Yoongi wears a simple metal plug, and as Hoseok spreads his cheeks, he imagines how pretty he would look with one that has a colorful rhinestone. Blue, or daresay even pink. He lands a nice hard smack on Yoongi's right cheek, grinning from the way Yoongi whimpers, then takes the end of the plug and very gently begins to tug.
With a gasp and a moan, Yoongi sags forward. Hoseok takes it slow, pulling and pushing bit by bit, bringing the plug gradually out more and more until the largest part of the bulb is released, causing Yoongi to practically squeal. Then he quickly removes the rest of the plug, spits on three of his fingers, and begins to prod.
"Seok," Yoongi moans, sagging down to his elbows. "Please. We don't have much time."
"So impatient," Hoseok teases as his fingers slide easily to the knuckle. "You want me so bad, huh?"
Hoseok pulls his briefs down and strokes his hard, leaking cock, then he spits once more on his palm, rubbing over his tip and doing his best to hold back a moan. He wants to save all his sounds for Yoongi.
"Stand up," Hoseok says.
Yoongi complies, anchoring his palms against the desk once more. Hoseok uses one hand to spread Yoongi's perfect round cheeks and the other to line them up, then he presses, in, in, in, slowly but unyieldingly carving Yoongi open.
The pitchy, broken sounds Yoongi makes are music to Hoseok's ears, and he leans over Yoongi, gently taking him by the neck as he continues to enter him fully. He gives Yoongi a moment to catch his breath, sucking and nipping at Yoongi's shoulder to make him gasp and shudder. Then he pulls his hips back nice and slow and punches them forward.
If not for the hand on Yoongi's throat, he would have collapsed. Yoongi moans loudly, elbows and knees trembling, sending him forward. Hoseok sucks on Yoongi's skin a little harder, leaving a dark welt behind, then he stands and gently presses against Yoongi's back, allowing him to lean forward. Once he is settled, Hoseok sets a quick, rough pace, holding Yoongi firmly by the hips and taking care not to let his cock come into contact with the desk. He resists the urge to grip his hair, not wanting to mess it up more than it already will be, in case he has to face anyone once they are finished.
"You feel so good, hyung," Hoseok praises, digging his fingernails nice and hard into soft, supple flesh. "So fucking tight."
Yoongi simply moans and babbles in response, a chorus of please and thank you and so good and every curse word accessible to his lips, tongue, and teeth, in more languages than one. Hoseok wishes he could take his time and really explore Yoongi's body the way he yearns to, but he does not want Namjoon to return to an empty building.
Hoseok reaches around Yoongi and grabs hold of his cock, rubbing the dribbled precum over its length. Yoongi moans and quivers, tightening around Hoseok and propelling his pleasure straight to the moon.
"I have been dreaming about bending you over this desk, hyung," he grits, voice fucked and stilted, words elongated with moans. "Wish I could take my time and really make you beg – really tease you and make you cum over and over until you have nothing left to give me."
He strokes Yoongi's length, not quite in time with his hips, struggling more and more to keep his composure the closer he gets. Regardless, Yoongi is a mess, legs trembling and voice completely broken. His head rests on one arm, and the other keeps him tethered, fingers white from digging into the desk.
"Cum for me, hyung," Hoseok says as he rolls his palm over Yoongi's tip. "Show me how much you've missed my cock."
Yoongi is a mess of incoherent but desperate sounds. His body quakes with pleasure, and Hoseok can feel his cock pulsate, a warning of his offering to come. He squeezes Hoseok so tight it makes him dizzy, and the moment he cums, Hoseok does, too.
Their bodies tense and shiver in tandem, Hoseok trying to fuck Yoongi through his orgasm despite feeling so sensitive. He leans forward, draping himself over Yoongi and pressing his face against sweat-slicked skin that quickly goes from hot to cold.
Yoongi's voice is rough as he croaks out, "Can't believe you made me cum all over my expensive desk."
The sound Hoseok makes is closer to a snort than a laugh, all nasal and oddly wet. He buries his face into Yoongi's back, but Yoongi begins to groan and use what meager strength he has to stand the two of them up.
As Hoseok stands, his softened cock slides out of Yoongi, making a squelching sound that has both of them gasping and chuckling. Yoongi continues to hunch forward, catching his breath, and Hoseok can see faint lines down his back from where his fingernails trailed.
"Oh shit, I marked you," he says, feeling inexplicably anxious, heart beginning to quicken. "I'm so sorry."
Yoongi shrugs. "I like a little pain with my pleasure. And, besides," he turns, hair surprisingly still in place as he tucks fallen strands behind his ears, giving Hoseok a crooked smile, "there is nobody else who will see my marked skin."
Relief washes over Hoseok, but Yoongi must have clocked his apprehension. He tilts his head and closes the gap between them, lifting his hands to Hoseok's cheeks.
"Seok, please tell me you do not think I have been seeing other people."
Suddenly, Hoseok feels stupid for worrying about anything. He shakes his head, tears forming in his eyes as he combats all the heightened emotions inside him. With a smile that he can feel is unconvincing, he says, "That's not what I meant, hyung. I just didn't want to do something you may not like, regardless of whether anyone or no one sees."
Yoongi nods, steps forward, and wraps Hoseok in a hug, arms around his shoulders so Hoseok can slot his around Yoongi's ribs the way he likes to. Yoongi's arms engulf Hoseok's head and he pulls him so close, Hoseok can only breathe in skin.
"Sorry for always assuming the worst," Yoongi says softly, burying his nose against Hoseok's neck, nuzzling beside his ear.
Hoseok grins. "We're navigating things. One day at a time."
"And, for the record, as long as it does not show when I am dressed in everyday attire, I do not mind being marked up." With a soft press of lips against sensitive skin, Yoongi backs from the hug and sighs. "Need to get dressed."
Hoseok begins to find his strewn clothing, feeling a bit dizzy and off balance as he steps into his garments. He does not wholly regret forgoing food in order to fuck the man of his dreams, but he does wish he had a little something to snack on since there is no catering today.
Thankfully, while thumbing through his phone, Yoongi asks, "Hungry?"
Hoseok nods and grins. He pushes out the thought of Yoongi having to get back on a plane tomorrow and focuses on staying present.
For now, everything feels good. It feels right.
*
am i seductive?
call me back in an hour
if you wanna go back home
oh, babe, at least leave the scent of your cologne
leave the scent of your cologne
(hoesik in the context it is mentioned here is the name of the Korean practice where employees go out to drink with their bosses after work. you see it in kdramas a lot.)
HI FRIENDS!!!!!! listen, we can all see that this is not the last chapter, okay. i wrote a massive tome and now i am splitting it in half for the sake of my mental health lol. idk why i haven't posted this sooner because all it needed was a couple rounds of editing. but here it is. thank you for waiting!!! 🤍 there should only be one chapter after this for real for real. pray for a summer release idk (this semester is kicking my ass.)
sometimes it takes some stern words from a best friend to help us get our act together. i like to highlight in stories how easy it is to get lost in ones head and fail to see the forest for the trees, as well as how important it is to be in community with one another. this fic has been a fun exercise in just that. thanks for being along for the ride. i'll see you soon. 🤍🤍🤍 THANK YOU FOR READING!!! COMMENTS & REBLOGS MAKE THE WORLD GO 'ROUND! LIKES ARE ALWAYS SO SO APPRECIATED!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND FOR YOUR PATINCE WHENEVER I DISAPPEAR!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!! trulymadlydeeply!!!!!!
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i posted the first chapter for my bts tlou fic "love like a fist, like a knive" (by yoomfs) on ao3 after two and a half years of working on it. go check it out
rating: mature for graphic depictions of violence
ship: endgame sope (min yoongi × jung hoseok), side friends with benefits yoonjin (min yoongi × kim seokjin)
status: chapter 1 of (probably) 5. i've almost finished writing, it's around 30k words
tags (summary): everyone is terrible; yoongi is suicidal, depressed and self-destructive; character study under totalitarian fascism; past relationships and betrayal are a recurring/core theme; tlou au with aged-up characters; grief, violence and substance abuse; and many more <3
next update: probably and hopefully some time this month
hope you love it as much as i do writing it. leave a kudo/comment!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 11/?
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, SHINee
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga, Lee Taemin/Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Choi Minho/Kim Kibum | Key
Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Lee Taemin, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V, Choi Minho, Kim Kibum | Key, A Bearded Dragon Named Goemul, A Cat Named Whiskey, A Cat Named Tango
Additional Tags: Not Actually Unrequited Love, Artist Min Yoongi | Suga, taekwondo, Jung Hoseok Does Taekwondo, Min Yoongi | Suga Has ADHD, Min Yoongi | Suga Is Very Much Autistic, Min Yoongi | Suga is Trying His Best, Athlete Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Murder Mystery, Humor, Attempt at Humor, Minor Violence, Crushes, Everyone Is Gay, Age Swap, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Mutual Pining, I have a degree in English & Creative Writing if that makes you want to click on this fic, Unreliable Narrator
Summary: The author of South Korea’s most popular manhwa, Young Kim-Min (known to his friends as Min Yoongi), was nearly killed in an attempted murder, but he was miraculously saved by the main character of his own comic—or at least by the man on whom he based that character. Jung Hoseok, Korea’s taekwondo megastar, was also the jock from Yoongi’s high school that he fell madly in love with. As with all high school crushes, Hoseok never even knew he existed. Well, eight years later, a whole lot of people are trying to murder Yoongi, and Hoseok seems to be the only person who holds the secret as to why. He certainly knows Yoongi exists now, but Yoongi would not have picked mortal peril as the circumstances.
Relationships: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin
Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - The Breakfast Club Fusion, Min Yoongi | Suga-centric, Popular Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jock Jeon Jungkook, Outcast Min Yoongi | Suga, Nerd Park Jimin (BTS), Popular Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Taehyung | V & Park Jimin are Best Friends, Alternate Universe - High School, Detention, Enemies to Lovers, but in my typical fashion it's purely one sided, Social Commentary, of sorts
Summary:
7 high school students, with seemingly nothing in common, stuck in an all-day detention. What could go wrong?
[or. the bts breakfast club au that no one asked for but everyone needs (trust me)]
make me touch you, make me love you by stellataes - Yoongi x Namjoon, 17 681 words, E - Friends with Benefits to Lovers, Idiots in Love
Namjoon finds out that orgasms make your brain release dopamine. And dopamine makes you feel happy. Thing is, his best friend Yoongi has been so sad lately. Luckily, Namjoon knows just the cure.
all is fair in love and war by sseoltangie - Yoongi x Hoseok, 13 727 words, T - Highschool AU, Teenage Rebellion, Petty Revenge
When Yoongi wants to take revenge on his ex-boyfriend by keying his stupid car, Hoseok catches him.
Like the Movies by stellataes - Yoongi x Taehyung, 18 202 words, M - Famous Taehyung, Fluff, Love at First Sight
Min Yoongi's perfect life is turned upside down when world famous actor Kim Taehyung takes shelter from the rain in his bookstore. Only, Yoongi doesn't know he is world famous actor Kim Taehyung.
The Flickering Warmth of Love by Lssimpson999 - Yoongi x Hoseok x Namjoon, 36 413 words, E - Canonverse, Established Namgi, Friends with Benefits, Secret Relationship
The friends with benefits rapline fic with established Namgi and Hoseok who broke his promise not to fall in love.
I’ll drink you in (Deep into my throat, the whiskey that is you) by @mydis-ease - Seokjin x Namjoon x Jungkook, 57 043 words, E - Established Namjin, Age Gap (around 20 years, no underage), Dom/Sub
Crushing on your dad’s incredibly attractive friend sounds like all fun and games until you realize you’re going to be stuck working with him and his new husband for weeks. Nevertheless, that’s where Jungkook finds himself.
The List by Nisaki - Seokjin x Taehyung, 46 952 words, E - Toxic Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Actor Seokjin
He ignores the matter of the list for awhile and as long as he pretends it's not happening he's tentatively content. Until the night his boyfriend gets promoted and they go out to celebrate and Taehyung finds himself ten meters away from a man he's always thought of as unreal and out of his realm.
Kim Seokjin.
The only name on his OK to Sleep With List.
Fast, Furious, and Falling in Love - Series by myheartandsoulbelongtonamjoon (couldn't find socmed) - Namjoon x Jimin, 18 456 words, M - Detective Namjoon, Criminal Jimin, Fluff and Smut, Hate to Love
Namjoon is the star detective of the NYPD. Jimin is the car thief and street racer who helps him solve cases out of the goodness of his heart--and the heady desire that clouds his mind and stirs his dick whenever they're together.
Fall For Me, Burn For Me by thestarskeepfalling - Jimin x Taehyung, 58 609 words, E (for epilogue) - Fantasy AU, Magic Users, Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstanding
Years ago, before the accident, before the lies, before everything, Jimin and Taehyung were the best of friends. Studying to be mages at the top university in the country, their futures looked bright. There was nothing they couldn’t do when they were side-by-side. But then, a single day changed everything.
Now, when an outside threat brings them hurtling back into each other’s lives, will the fire that burns between them heal what was broken? Or will it consume them entirely?
Practice Makes Perfect by beebalm (couldn't find socmed) - Yoongi x Namjoon, 67 947 words, E - Practice Kissing, Virgin Yoongi, Friends with Benefits
Yoongi has never been kissed. He asks Namjoon to help him out.
