// @hopcless okay , so there was potentially a chance that yogi had meddled with the details of why he was in a hotel room , but as much as he loved his grandma and refused to expose the darker parts of their relationship , he desperately craved a life without her looming over to judge his every move . the perfect example of a toxic bond , but as much as she destroyed him , she had plugged into his brain from his childhood forward that he must be grateful for everything she had done for him . if she hadn’t taken him after his parents decided they had no interest in raising him , then he would’ve been fucked , but she saved him , took pity on the two month old boy , unwanted by his mother as she pleaded for anyone else to take him . god , those , words were burned into his brain and reiterated any time he seemed the least bit frustrated with her , and he can’t help the moments he wants to remind her of all the fucked up bullshit she’s done to him . now she expects him to stay forever , and the responsibility mixed with the repetitive claims that he was exactly like his deadbeat father sent him into spirals that he was too embarrassed to let anyone see firsthand . hence , hotel rooms .
with all of the emotional nonsense out of the way , yogi had something else to focus on , and that was whatever the fuck what happening between him and minjae . he wasn’t sure how to take the other’s words when he suggested yogi actually doing all the shit he had mentioned , but the thought of it was enough to have him rushing for a shower with only a few minutes to spare before minjae was likely to be knocking on the door . for once there was judgement in his own appearance when he tried his best to . . . ruffle out all the water in his hair ? he wasn’t sure what he was thinking , honest to god he probably wasn’t , brain long since turned off to make room for imagining his best friend’s neck underneath his hand , those obnoxiously pouty lips parted as he tried to take little breaths between . . . jesus fucking christ , focus , yogi . minjae was someone he had deemed off limits early on , noting their friendship as something too meaningful for yogi to fuck up with his own insistent need for grand and overly dramatic feelings of want before boredom and disinterest hit and he was left pushing for the next person to get wrapped up in and ultimately disappoint .
that said , he had all intentions in pretending the whole thing was playful talk to be forgotten , swinging the door open when he heard the knock and immediately gripping the other’s wrist to pull him inside . “ look how cool this place is , “ yogi immediately gushes , eyes focusing on the living room area before he’s dragging minjae further away to the separated bedroom and bath . “ i’m glad you decided to come because it woulda been a total waste with just me here . . . you look cute , “ he comments off-handedly , fondness taking over as he reaches out to ruffle the other boy’s hair out of habit . “ are you hungry ? do you wanna take a bath ? you can do whatever you want . i was thinking we could watch a movie later tonight , though . . . i’ll even let you pick the movie ‘cause i’m the super polite host and we’re gonna pretend you’re visiting my really nice apartment for the first time . deal ? “