Hoseok is a professional dancer set on a project all that way in London along with modeling gigs. He has had it all, really. Until international school students Yoongi and Jimin make him realize that voids in his heart are sometimes harder to find when you’re distracted by success. Hobi wonders, will this newfound happiness be everlasting?
professional dancer and model ! hoseok x college students ! yoonmin
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The room is tense and hot, Hoseok sits still on the edge of the bed with two boys engulfing him on both sides.
"We both like you..." Jimin whispers closely into Hoseok's reddened ear. Jimin is close and relentless, his hand cupping the expanse of Hoseok's cheek, pulling him so that they can meet eyes, but Hobi's too scared to fall in that trap. Yoongi is on the other side of Hoseok's body, a cold but firm hand holding his knee conservatively.
Hoseok has never become so stiff and shy from anyone in his life. It's because of these two immature, stubborn yet undeniably handsome international students.
"You both do? How-- how does that work?" Hoseok shudders when he feels Jimin's hand snake down his neck to his clothed chest, but Jimin's fingers are eager to search between the buttons of it.
Hoseok looks to his right and becomes lost in the subtle glance from Yoongi. He's so modest and calm, the polar opposite to his best friend, Jimin. It drives Hoseok insane.
Yoongi finally speaks. "Jimin and I discussed it, and after some... i-instances... we agreed that we can both love you at the same time."
Instances... Hoseok wonders how many times the two students have talked about him... alone in their apartment, heavy want and desire saturated in the words they speak of him.
"I... love you guys too, but I don't want to be selfish--" Hoseok speaks but gets distracted by Jimin's fierce eyes.
Jimin makes a low chuckle, taunting Hoseok because he's red and visibly dazed. He moves his hand gracefully around the long expanse of Hoseok's chest, loving the curves and dips of the muscle. He loves feeling. It's his favorite activity, because it's a beautiful body right next to him. Two beautiful bodies.
Jimin's eyes peak up to see his pretty boy take a chance at feeling up Hoseok's muscle. Yoongi is touching what he loves; He's proud of Yoongi for getting what he wants.
“It’s okay to want us both,” Yoongi sighs gingerly.
Hoseok's eyes go wide when Yoongi's lips touch softly at the dip of his exposed collarbone. Hoseok's stunned and fascinated. His eyes are spiraling but trailing between the two. His mind is at a whirlwind of thoughts. Thought of wanting yoongi and jimin so bad.
“I can?” Hoseok’s practically weak.
Jimin can sense that Hoseok is entranced and conflicted. Hoseok’s too selfless for his own good.
What’s so wrong with loving two people?
What’s wrong with wanting double the affection and attention?
He gives an attentive glance at Yoongi’s shy movements with Hoseok. His long hands are moving carefully, his lips are touching Hoseok’s collarbone with the softest of pecks. It looks so sensual.
It’s blissful and exciting, Jimin wonders, smiling so tenderly at Hoseok’s blushed state with dazed eyes. He’s completely absorbed into the kisses and touches, and them.
Jimin leans closer, eyes seductive: “You can, baby. What’s wrong with being selfish, anyway?—
“To be honest, selfishness isn’t always a bad thing.”
Won’t you make time to waste time (waste time with me) ? Part Two
[ Link to Part One ]
Yoongi requests a break to catch his breath. Sweat clings his skin to his clothes in an irritating way, Yoongi just wants to free himself out of it for a few minutes, maybe that would secure a stable breath for a change.
The backstage hall is where he kneels down and rests against the wall, taking long gulps of his water. He’s hot across his face, his heart is jumping out of his throat, making his chest light but tingling with nerves. He’s forgotten the lack of ambiguity his career has become.
It’s clear that Min Yoongi works night shifts at the nightclub as a popular dancer. He’s among the talk within his city. He’s an interesting topic that’s taken flight recently. Of course familiar faces would be seen after his customer status has increased in the weeks.
But why, of all people, is Hoseok still living in this city.
Yoongi licks his lips, realizing that his nerves are sending him to the bathroom. He jumps up and scurries out of the backstage into the public hallways. One turn of the hallway leads to the bathrooms.
Yoongi reaches that corner, but gets stopped by a tense figure.
Yoongi’s eyes are wide open, his breath shortens. He knows the person just by the atmosphere, except unlike usual, the person comes off distraught.
Yoongi’s eyes are wide open, his breath shortens. He knows the person just by the atmosphere, except unlike usual, the person comes off distraught.
Yoongi can’t look up at him, not here. If anywhere, it’d be away from here.
He stumbles, “sorry,” then shoves past the man. That fails when a hand latches on his wrist and pulls him. Yoongi dares to look up just once. It dawns on him that Hoseok is more concerned than disgusted.
“Yoongi,” Hoseok utters, his eyes probing at Yoongi’s stance. Yoongi can feel them like a pebble lodged under his feet.
Yoongi can’t confront him here, his soul will rot and decompose within himself if this were the way to mend ties.
Yoongi snakes his arm out of Hoseok's grasp and trudges toward the bathroom in a domineering gait, knowing that a second pair of feet are followed behind.
Seconds are all it takes for Yoongi to be shoved inside the bathroom and pushed against the wall.
Hoseok. His childhood friend of so many years. His first genuine, one-sided love, demands: “Don’t ignore me like I’m one of those men out there.”
Yoongi’s chest tightens, his heart beating faster than ever. His wrists are pinned against his sides, his whole body is shadowed by his old friend ahead. This is the worst thing to have happened.
Yoongi looks anywhere but at him.
“Yoongi,” Hoseok pleads, following the older’s eyes with desperation. “Where?”
Yoongi’s not prepared for Hoseok to raise his voice: “Where—the fuck!—have you been this past year!”
Yoongi feels a bit smaller, in a matter of seconds.
“You—you ignored all my calls!” Hoseok shouts, tightening the wrists. “You blocked me—blocked me everywhere! You have been nowhere! You haven’t been at your usual locations! I visited your parents and they don’t give a shit! I asked your friends…and they didn’t give a shit!”
Yoongi flattens his lips tightly. Yeah, he did do that.
“As your closest friend…I feel—I feel utterly offended! I feel so betrayed! I feel like I don’t even fucking know you anymore!” Hoseok keeps trying to meet the eyes of his long lost friend.
“Yoongi. You can’t just leave and expect everything to work your way! I’m so fucking pissed at you, I can’t even believe you’d do this to me…of all the people!”
Yoongi closes his eyes slowly, taking in what he deserves. It’s true, he left on no sour note, no good note, on no note at all. He just disappeared. The only people that know are his parents and a few friends, but he promised them to keep this a secret.
Now that he realizes all the actions made for the sake of keeping Hoseok out of his mess, he’s the worst friend in the world.
All because he loved him too much.
“I somehow had to find out you’ve been working at a nightclub,” Hoseok starts to release his hold of Yoongi wrists. “—dancing for these old men…”
Hoseok drops his hands low, clenching his fists tightly. “I never thought you’d relinquish your dignity for this shit.”
Yoongi owns it completely now, facing the problem that caused all of this, it’s what’s looking back at him in the mirror behind Hoseok.
“I thought I was the one you’d tell everything to. I thought I was the one that—would know things first,” Hoseok unchlenches his fist with a short exhale. “I really fucking thought that.”
Yoongi watches attentively, like he’s comprehending all that’s unfolding. He expected it to happen somehow, but this feels so early to process thoroughly. He would have rehearsed a way to communicate this at some cafe with Hoseok.
But here he is. In the bathroom of the nightclub, where he works, in a skimpy costume, confronting a friend who’s never witnessed this other side of him. He’s embarrassed. He’s unprepared, but he’s processing and contemplating on whether to speak his mind at this very moment.
“Can you at least fucking speak?” Hoseok asserts.
Yoongi contemplates. He wonders of the damage that his temptations could bring at this very moment. He’s usually reserved outside of this, in his personal life. But it’s like all of his pent up urges are clawing out of him.
“Say something, Yoongi.”
It has to be said.
Yoongi sighs, but still keeps his eyes away. “I have been…thinking about the time to meet you again…but I haven’t mustered up the courage.”
“Mustered up the courage for what.”
“To tell you that I’m gay,” Yoongi answers.
“Okay?” Hoseok takes a step back, giving Yoongi some space. “I assumed you had something similar to that.”
Yoongi nods, looking around the renovated bathroom. The mirrors are so clear, he can see the golden highlights among Hoseok’s coarse hair.
“I still don’t understand why you couldn’t have just said something.”
Yoongi bites his lip, knowing that the answer is on the tip of his tongue. There’s no way out of this one. He’s in it hard and he won’t get out unless he just goes for it.
“I know something’s on your mind when you look away from me,” Hoseok implies, leaning against the sink from the opposite wall of where Yoongi’s still feeling shackled against. He looks beautiful tonight, Yoongi hasn’t seen him so well dressed in so long.
“Please, Yoongi, you’ve changed so much, but I’ll willingly accept you as the Yoongi I've been friends with since forever. Just tell me and we can work things out.”
In Yoongi’s perephrial vision, he notices the anticipation in Hoseok eyes. It demands the truth, as if he already knows the truth.
Yoongi's bottom lip quivers in an anxious tremor. He’s unbelievably red across the face, but what’s more obvious is the loud beating inside his chest.
“Nothing has ever changed between us. I promise you. I want you back and in my life again. I'M willing to work things out with you just so we can mend things,” Hoseok says.
“I’ll make time for you, even if it’s wasting your time. In fact, I’ll waste time with you just to make things right.”
It’s a compromise. Extremely selfless, unlike Yoongi.
Yoongi’s selfish.
He’s selfish for what he wants. That has never changed. Even now. With his first love and him being alone in this bathroom.
Yoongi pushes forward, only taking seconds to build up that courage he’s been wanting since forever, and invades Hoseok’s space before connecting his lips onto Hoseok’s.
Hoseok’s hesitant, but returns only initially before pushing Yoongi away. It shocks Yoongi to feels a slight give of lips from the other. He’s blissed, a sense of shocking mutuality that sends butterflies down his stomach.
Hoseok clamps onto Yoongi’s shoulders and forces him back a slight distance. The kiss only lasts a second or two, but Yoongi is already feeling a weight lift off his shoulders.
Hoseok’s eyes are blown wide, but holds Yoongi still by his shoulders. He’s panting with heightened tension. “What are you doing…”
The question comes off more of a rhetorical, so Yoongi pursues rather than answers right away.
And then the bathroom dissipates into a silence. The only sounds are from the two men building up a certain want they can’t quite figure out yet.
Noises come off like whispers. Yoongi’s right hand reaches forward. Hoseok looks down and watches the long hand glide across the expanse of collarbone then up his neck. He shudders under Yoongi’s simple touch, giving a sort of arousal inside Yoongi’s chest.
Yoongi curls along the side of his neck, watching the way a rosy blush creeps across Hoseok’s face. Hoseok’s aware of it, since he peers high up to avoid the other. Hoseok gulps, his adam’s apple prominent. Yoongi’s observant of it, because he can drown in the image of Hoseok reacting to his touch for hours.
Yoongi’s eyes risk it all to see the other’s eyes, and the other feels it since Hoseok immediately peeks back to meet them. They’re quiet, but equally daunting. Hoseok rakes down Yoongi’s outfit before looking back up. He still doesn’t express disgust or reluctance, but genuine need for something Yoongi wants to see to believe.
Yoongi leans in, inches away, before smirking, breaking the liquid silence of the room:
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