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As Yoongi stands in front of the door to Hoseok’s apartment, holding the key that Hoseok gave him in his hand, he can’t help but doubt himself.
It’s true that when Hoseok gave Yoongi the key, he said that Yoongi is welcome to come any time he wants to – “literally any time, hyung, whether I'm there or not” – but Yoongi never actually took him up on that offer. During the six months that have passed since they all moved out of the dorms, Yoongi has always, without fail, warned Hoseok that he’s coming over, including the two and a half months that he’s had Hoseok’s key.
Until today. Today, he tried to warn Hoseok, couldn’t, and decided to come over anyway.
It’s just that when Yoongi got into his car to drive home, he simply noticed that his route passed closely to Hoseok’s place. And the thought of going back to his new, large, empty house seemed… awful when he knew that he could stay the night with Hoseok instead.
Yoongi texted Hoseok before he started driving, then he also called Hoseok twice on the way there, but Hoseok didn’t answer. So, Yoongi weighed the options: going to his own home or using Hoseok’s key. And although he doesn’t like the idea of invading Hoseok’s privacy like that, the key was given to him for moments exactly like these.
That’s why he’s here, turning the key in the lock.
And it takes him no more than two seconds to regret his decision.
He thought, when Hoseok didn’t answer him, that Hoseok was probably out. Hoseok could have been partying, could have been at a late recording session, could have been hanging out at his sister’s- anything’s possible with Hoseok. What Yoongi didn’t think about was the possibility that Hoseok might have been home but busy.
So, when Yoongi opens the door to Hoseok’s apartment and the first thing that he sees beyond the vast expanse of Hoseok’s living room is a naked woman rummaging through Hoseok’s fridge… well.
“Oh,” she exclaims when she sees him, her eyes going wide.
The fridge door is still open, her hand is reaching all the way in, and the lower half of her body is hidden behind Hoseok’s kitchen island, but she’s naked. Yoongi can very clearly see that she’s naked. Her tits are- right there.
She blinks at him for a few seconds, and then, almost as if she suddenly notices her own nudity, she slowly brings her arm up to cover her chest and says, “Oopsie, caught with my titties out.”
Then, she smiles. Coyly. Hell, maybe ‘smirks’ would be more accurate. She’s not really trying to hide. She’s not squealing and running away. She’s smiling and squinting and tilting her head to one side with curiosity. There’s something almost… intimidating in the way that she seems so unafraid, considering the situation.
Yoongi’s stuck, not sure whether he should turn back and leave or get in and close the door. The only thing he knows for sure is that he can’t stay right there with the door halfway open.
He makes a quick decision – and possibly a stupid one – takes another step forward and carefully closes the door behind himself.
She’s pretty. Very much so. Long wavy black hair. Large brown eyes. Symmetrical face. She’s tall too, probably as tall as Yoongi himself. Skinny- maybe a bit too much, but toned. Clearly works out consistently. Small breasts, but perky, nice. Thin waist. Prominent collarbones. She’s a little disheveled right now. A bit sweaty- her hair sticking to her forehead and shoulders. They’ve clearly just finished having sex. But none of that takes away from her looks. If anything, it only makes her more attractive, appealing in a carnal kind of way. She could easily model. Probably does. Wouldn’t be the first model Hoseok went for.
Maybe Yoongi’s first reaction to seeing her there should be shock– and it is, to an extent, but not the way he thinks it should be. Maybe his first reaction should be to turn the fuck around and leave, give her and Hoseok privacy. Maybe it should be pride. She’s gorgeous. Hoseok scored. Maybe desire, because this gorgeous woman is standing there – naked – and despite the fact that he probably shouldn’t look, Yoongi can’t help himself.
Instead, Yoongi’s first reaction is his gut sinking.
It’s disappointment and regret washing through him. And- and pain. An actual physical ache deep in his stomach. Along with the sudden undeniable realization that- wow, Yoongi is a fucking idiot.
“Hoseok!” she yells out all of a sudden, still smiling and looking at Yoongi, cutting Yoongi’s train of thought.
“What?!” Hoseok yells back from somewhere in the direction of the hallway.
“I’m gonna kill you!” she yells in a sing-song voice.
“What?” a more confused scream this time.
“Come here for a second!” she shouts, then finally closes the fridge, turns to Yoongi, takes her arm off her chest, exposing herself, and places both of her hands on the countertop in front of her, leaning forward to study Yoongi more pointedly.
He looks up from her chest to her face, their eyes locking.
God, Yoongi’s stomach hurts.
He shouldn’t have come. He wouldn’t have, if he knew this was happening. But he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted to be with Hoseok.
Yoongi doesn’t have any of the others members’ house keys. It’s not a thing that they do. He only has Hoseok’s.
Yoongi didn’t ask for it. Hoseok simply gave it to him one day. The others didn’t have a reason to. Yoongi doesn’t come over to their houses nearly as often as he comes to Hoseok’s.
Back when they all moved out of the dorms half a year ago, Yoongi was ecstatic. Finally, freedom. Real independence. And for the first few weeks, it was so good. It was everything Yoongi wanted it to be. But, quicker than he expected, he started missing the guys. Because – obviously – there was so much good about living with them.
Yoongi knew that. He knew that after so many years of living together, he was bound to miss them– that he would miss the noise, the company, the easy conversations, that he would miss even the annoying things. But living alone gave him perspective. It made him realize that there were things that he was getting out of living with them that he didn’t even notice.
Contact was the biggest one. Physical contact.
Yoongi’s not the most physically outgoing person. He likes casual contact, but he rarely initiates it. Initiating it usually makes him feel like he’s coming off needy, so he just- doesn’t. He knows that about himself. Always has. But it was never an issue before, so he never tried working on it.
After moving out, he realized why it was never an issue. It was because he’d always had it– all the physical contact he could ever need and sometimes even too much of it.
Jimin’s hugs, Namjoon’s shoulder pats, Taehyung’s hand holding, Seokjin’s arm around his shoulders, Jeongguk falling asleep with his head on Yoongi’s lap when they watched movies together. And Hoseok – who gave him all of these things and more as easily and casually as breathing air.
Yoongi had never thought about it before. Never appreciated it like he should have. And all it took was a mere few weeks of living alone for Yoongi to feel the loss.
As time passed, that desire for human contact turned into an actual itch under his skin. It bothered him. He would sit there in the living room that he designed to his exact tastes, in the silence he so desperately wanted, drinking his newly opened whiskey that no one else snagged while he wasn’t looking, and fantasize about being hugged. Pathetic.
Yoongi would have been embarrassed about it. Scratch that– he was embarrassed. Right up until he realized that he wasn’t the only one going through it. Or through something similar at least. They were all feeling the loss.
There were a few weeks of relative silence in the beginning. Everyone was busy with the move, finalizing the end of the contract, enjoying the space. Then, the invitations started flooding in. Everyone visited everyone. Over and over. Yoongi got to spend time with them, hugged each and every one of them, his chest going lighter and lighter with every second of contact. For the first time since he moved out, he no longer felt so fucking hollow inside.
Then, one random night, Yoongi accidentally fell asleep on Hoseok’s couch, and it was different.
It changed something. For Yoongi at least. Because Hoseok is different than the others. With Yoongi. When it comes to physical touch. Always has been. That night simply reminded Yoongi of that.
Hoseok knows.
Yoongi isn’t sure how, but Hoseok has always known how much Yoongi needs the contact. They’ve never spoken about it out loud. Yoongi never told him. Hoseok never made it a thing. But he knows. Yoongi is sure of it.
Hoseok wouldn’t be offering so much physical contact if he didn’t know how much Yoongi liked it. Yoongi’s sure of that too. Because, whenever the cameras are off, Hoseok isn’t nearly as casually physical with the others as he is with Yoongi.
Whenever they hang out, Hoseok sits as close to Yoongi as possible, pulling him into one-armed hugs without saying a word. When they stand next to one another, Hoseok is always pressed up against Yoongi. When Yoongi gets tired, Hoseok sometimes massages Yoongi’s neck or cards his fingers through Yoongi’s hair. It’s not for the cameras. It’s for them. It’s for Yoongi.
Yoongi never has to ask for it. A word never gets said about it. Neither of them acknowledges that they don’t do this with any of the other members.
It’s just there. It’s how they’ve always been. And since Yoongi never has to ask for it with Hoseok, he never feels needy, never feels ashamed about wanting the contact. Hoseok doesn’t let him feel ashamed about it.
Yoongi has always vaguely appreciated what Hoseok did for him, but yeah, living alone made him appreciate it on a different level.
And ever since the night they fell asleep beside each other, ever since Hoseok started offering more of that same physical contact which he offered when they lived together… Yoongi has realized just how thankful he is to have it- to have Hoseok.
That night was four, maybe four and a half months ago at this point, but Yoongi remembers it well. One of the big turning points for him.
Yoongi and Hoseok were watching a movie in Hoseok’s living room – just Yoongi and Hoseok this time. Hoseok’s arm was wrapped around Yoongi’s back. Yoongi’s head was on Hoseok’s shoulder. A blanket was thrown over them. Two beers on the coffee table in front of them. It was good. More than good. It was like being home again.
And Hoseok’s couch has this thing- this recliner function, where you can lower the back and raise up this footrest. It practically becomes a bed at the push of a button. So, when Yoongi started getting properly tired toward the end of the movie, his body took this surface as a bed and started drifting off.
Yoongi’s not sure what happened exactly after he fell asleep. All he knows is that he woke up with Hoseok cuddling him from behind with Hoseok’s nose smooshed into the back of his neck, feeling more well-rested than he had in a long, long time.
There was a moment there that Yoongi was embarrassed about just how much he liked being held in Hoseok’s arms like that, but then, Hoseok grumbled the word “morning”, tightened his grip on Yoongi’s stomach, pulled him even closer, and kept them in that same position for another twenty minutes at least. And if Hoseok was enjoying himself and not feeling embarrassed about it, then Yoongi didn’t have to be either.
The more time Yoongi spent with Hoseok, the more that itch subsided. And when too much time passed between visits, the itch came back.
He felt the pull to Hoseok’s apartment constantly. Still does.
It’s because he knows that he can show up there and that he’ll get what he needs without saying a word, without feeling needy or embarrassed. That Hoseok will just offer the contact. And since Yoongi doesn’t really know how to go get contact like that anywhere else, since it’s so stupidly easy with Hoseok, Yoongi sends Hoseok the ‘do you wanna hang out tonight?’ texts more often than to the others.
And the most amazing thing? Hoseok does the same with him. It’s not just Yoongi inviting himself over – because eventually, Yoongi would start feeling too embarrassed to do that as well. Hoseok, somehow, understands that too. So, the ‘hey, I'm home tonight if you wanna come hang out’ texts come from Hoseok more often than from any of the others as well.
Yoongi doesn’t need to ask for anything. Hoseok’s place is always open to him. And Yoongi makes use of that.
The two of them hang out in Hoseok’s apartment ninety five percent of the time. Hoseok has been to Yoongi’s place only three times during this entire period. It wasn’t for a lack of trying on Hoseok’s part. In the beginning, the same way that Yoongi kept inviting himself to Hoseok’s place, Hoseok tried to invite himself to Yoongi’s place.
Yoongi is the one who prefers Hoseok’s apartment. Or rather, he prefers to not be in his own house.
It’s too big, too empty, and somehow also too suffocating simultaneously. Yoongi wants out all the time. But he’s not the partying type. He’s not the travelling alone type either, really. He likes to be home. Just not… his home. So, when he’s going out, chances are that he’s going to some place he knows – his brother, his parents, his friends, the other members.
Nowadays, he most often goes to Hoseok’s apartment, and thankfully, Hoseok seems happy to have him there.
The first time he came to Hoseok’s place after the night they slept cuddled up on the couch together, Hoseok immediately offered that Yoongi stay the night. Like he missed being close to Yoongi too. And Yoongi, not wanting to go back to his own home, happily agreed.
He assumed that it would be like all the other times he stayed over in the past – that he would sleep in one of the guest rooms. So, that’s where he went at the end of the night. Yoongi already had a spare toothbrush in the adjoining bathroom, already had a couple spare pairs of shirts, pants and underwear stashed in the closet of that guest bedroom. When Hoseok knocked on the door to that room a little while later as he was in bed, Yoongi was more confused than anything.
He told Hoseok to come in, and Hoseok, not pausing for one second, lifted the blanket that was covering Yoongi, slid into bed next to him, and – as he was wrapping his arm around Yoongi’s waist – asked, “you don’t mind, do you?”
“No, of course not,” Yoongi mumbled back, already blushing and thankful and melting against Hoseok. He put his phone aside, plunged them into darkness, and leaned his weight more firmly into Hoseok’s chest.
The time after that, Yoongi never even made it to the guest bedroom. He started moving in that direction when Hoseok said, “You can sleep in my bed if you want to. I’ll probably come steal some cuddles later anyway. There’d be one less pair of sheets to wash if you sleep in mine.”
Yoongi smiled. And complied.
His own internalized shame about needing so much human contact was nonexistent in Hoseok. Hoseok was never embarrassed about wanting to cuddle. Not now and not in the past.
These weren’t the first times they cuddled. Weren’t even the hundredth. Hoseok was like an octopus when it came to Yoongi, and Yoongi had zero complaints.
Very quickly, it became a thing- right after that first night on the couch. It became a thing without Yoongi even trying to make it one. Yoongi would come over, stay over more often than not, and sleep in Hoseok’s bed. Because Hoseok knew. And Hoseok didn’t mind.
It kind of made sense to give Yoongi a spare key.
The night Hoseok gave Yoongi the key was a night that Yoongi messaged him asking if he could come over, and Hoseok, along with a string of sad emojis, texted him that he would only get home later.
It was late when Yoongi finally got to Hoseok’s place – really late – and the first thing that Hoseok did when Yoongi came in was place a spare key in Yoongi’s hand.
“In case something like this happens again,” Hoseok said, his hand holding onto Yoongi’s, the key pressed between both of their palms. “You can come over literally any time, hyung, whether I'm here or not, whether I answer you or not… I’ll be happy to see you here when I come back home. Hell, if I get home this late, you can already be in my bed for all I care. I’ll just join you. My feet would probably be a bit cold but-” he shrugged, joking but warming Yoongi’s heart all the same, “I’ll make the cuddles worth it, I promise.”
They went straight to bed that night. No movie, no beers, no pretenses.
Yoongi accepted the key, never intending to use it. And he never did, not without warning Hoseok beforehand. He had the key for two and a half months, and the only time he used it was when he came over late, and Hoseok texted him that he was already in bed, that Yoongi should just let himself in.
Tonight is the first time he used it, and standing here, facing this – facing her – he really does regret it.
“Are you coming or not?” she yells when a minute passes and Hoseok hasn’t shown up yet.
“Yeah, yeah,” Hoseok’s voice is closer this time.
And then, Hoseok shows up, walking out of the hallway. And he’s naked too. Completely fucking naked.
Yoongi’s eyes widen, but instead of turning away, he… looks. Hoseok’s cock is soft. Just hanging there, gently moving around as Hoseok walks. He’s groomed. Trimmed. Clean.
Yoongi has seen Hoseok naked before. Impossible not to when you spend so many years living together. But not like this. Knowing that Hoseok has just gotten off, that this is what Hoseok’s cock looks like spent… Yoongi has never seen that before.
Hoseok hasn’t noticed Yoongi yet. His eyes are fixed on her. Not that Yoongi can blame him. But he will notice in a second, and Yoongi doesn’t know what he’s going to do when Hoseok does.
Fuck. This is really not how Yoongi wanted to see Hoseok post-orgasm for the first time.
“You didn’t tell me anybody was coming over,” she says lightly, watching Hoseok.
“Coming over?” Hoseok asks, confused, and instantly turns his head in the direction of the door. “Oh, shit,” Hoseok’s eyes widen, and his hands immediately fly down to cover himself. “Hyung.”
Yoongi inhales, but seriously, he has no idea what to say.
Glancing aside, he notices that the woman is squinting now. More than before. Assessing rather than just curious.
“Uh…” Yoongi finally finds his voice. “I was… passing by, figured I could hop in. I texted you. Tried calling. A couple times. You didn’t answer. I- I wouldn’t have come if-”
“Wait a minute,” she says all of a sudden, cutting Yoongi’s rambling short. “You’re Suga.”
Yoongi blinks at her.
“Didn’t recognize you for a second there with that massive hoodie on,” she says, “but it’s you.”
Suddenly on high alert, Yoongi doesn’t say anything.
She smiles, slowly and widely.
Hoseok lets out a laugh.
“Huh. Okay then,” she turns to Hoseok. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?”
Hoseok rolls his eyes.
She raises her eyebrows.
“Hyung,” Hoseok says, tilting his head toward her. “This is Seolhwa.”
“What, that’s it?” she – Seolhwa – asks. “Nothing else?”
“What do you want me to say?” Hoseok asks, his voice deep and calm in a way it rarely is, reminding Yoongi, yet again, that they had just had sex. “This is the chick I’ve been banging?”
“That’s better than just ‘this is Seolhwa’,” Seolhwa says, still with a small smile on her face.
“Is it though?” Hoseok squints, walking toward her. When he’s behind the kitchen island next to her, his lower half hidden from Yoongi, he brings his arms up and folds them on top of the counter. “Sorry about this,” he aims the words at Yoongi.
“No, no!” Yoongi protests. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come without talking to you first.”
Seolhwa gets her hands off the counter and wraps them around Hoseok’s bicep, leaning into him, pressing her naked body against his. And he lets her. Doesn’t move an inch. Looks completely comfortable with it. Like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
It makes Yoongi kind of nauseous. Hoseok is offering her physical contact as easily as he does with Yoongi. Probably easier.
“Yeah, you absolutely should have,” Hoseok argues, not paying attention to Seolhwa groping him. “You did the right thing. It’s what I gave you the key for.”
“Yeah, and I'm still gonna kill you for that,” Seolhwa says, and although her tone is easy, even Yoongi can hear some honest anger behind it. “It’s none of my business who you give your keys to, obviously, but I would like to know, generally speaking, if someone could walk in on me naked. Just for future reference,” she looks at Yoongi from the corner of her eye. “I’d make sure to not stand in the kitchen with my titties out.”
Hoseok snorts, “Don’t worry,” this time, he speaks to her. “He won’t say anything.”
“And I’m supposed to simply trust that?” she asks, running her red nails across Hoseok’s chest.
“I trust him,” Hoseok says easily, not reacting to her touch. “I wouldn’t have given him the key otherwise. He understands that this can’t be something he talks about outside of this room.”
She hums.
“I am sorry about this,” Hoseok says, a bit more serious. “I should have realized this could happen. But he won’t say anything.”
“Of course not,” Yoongi says with conviction. Of course he won’t.
He doesn’t need Hoseok’s implied requests. This getting out would be bad for everyone in this room. Except maybe for Seolhwa. The world knowing that she’s sleeping with J-Hope might be a good thing for her.
“I almost believe you,” Seolhwa tells Yoongi. “But only because you’re Suga.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yoongi asks before he can stop himself, a bit more defensive than intended. Aggressive even.
She studies him for another moment or so, then she inhales deeply, and yes, Yoongi’s eyes can’t help but follow the movement of her naked chest when she does that. It’s quick though. He manages to look away before his staring becomes too obvious. He thinks. Not that she’s trying all that hard to hide herself.
“Well…” Seolhwa drawls, walking past Hoseok toward the edge of the kitchen island, her eyes on Yoongi the whole time, “you, Suga, as someone with status, understand the necessity for privacy.”
She walks past the island, into open space, and Yoongi was right- she is completely naked.
In the span of two seconds, he registers the rest of her body- her long legs, her thin but muscular thighs, the fact that she’s completely hairless between her legs. Then, his eyes snap up.
Her shamelessness is unnerving Yoongi. Distracting him. He’s almost entirely sure she’s doing it on purpose.
On the other hand, Hoseok is just watching her – and Yoongi – with an amused smile on his face as he leans against the counter. Simply watching this play out. Fond. Of her.
“I’m a human being with a sense of decency,” Yoongi replies a beat too late, pointedly looking at her face and making sure his voice is not aggressive this time. “I would understand the necessity for privacy here even if I didn’t have status.”
“That’s a bit naïve, don’t you think?” she counters, still walking. The living room is big. There’s a lot of space for her to walk past to get to the front door where Yoongi is still standing. But that’s clearly where she’s aiming. “I’d think that you, of all people, would understand that a sense of decency is not enough to deter some people from using information if they have something to gain from it.”
Yoongi doesn’t reply. She’s right, of course, but something in Yoongi doesn’t want to agree with her.
“But you’re not one of those people, right?” she continues. “You don’t know me, but you care about Hoseok. You wouldn’t say anything that might harm him.”
“I would never,” that Yoongi does agree with.
“That’s good,” she dismisses and keeps walking toward him.
Yoongi doesn’t move. Isn’t sure where he could go. It’s either forward toward her, backward out the door, or escape around her, none of which are good options. So, he doesn’t move. Just watches her approach.
“You’re holding eye contact real hard, Min Yoongi,” Seolhwa teases suddenly, smiling.
He doesn’t like her using his real name like that. His name is not unknown. Her knowing it might be nothing. But it might not. Doesn’t matter. He’s instantly more suspicious.
From somewhere behind her, Hoseok snorts.
Yoongi wants to glare at Hoseok but doesn’t. He keeps looking at Seolhwa’s face instead, afraid that if he looks away for a second, he’ll end up staring at her body again.
“You can look, you know,” she says, still smiling. “I don’t mind.”
“You’re not mine to look at,” is the first thing Yoongi comes up with, because it’s better than standing in silence. And it’s true. She’s Hoseok’s girl, not Yoongi’s. Yoongi doesn’t want to disrespect Hoseok by watching her.
Only that Hoseok doesn’t seem to mind either.
“If you’re implying that she’s mine…” Hoseok says then hisses.
Seolhwa smiles slyly, turns her head to look at Hoseok, and winks at him, letting the statement hang.
Yoongi frowns, confused, and does look at Hoseok this time.
Hoseok may be implying right now that he and Seolhwa are not serious, but his eyes tell a different story. The way he was letting her touch him tells a different story. Hoseok likes this woman.
He’s looking at her the same way he looks at Yoongi when they wake up next to each other in the morning. With warmth. With real, honest-to-god affection.
And even though the love that Hoseok has for Yoongi is not the kind that Yoongi would really want him to have, it’s still love. It’s real and strong. And right now, that’s love that he’s aiming at her.
So, even if they’re not serious now, Yoongi is pretty damn sure that Hoseok would be open to being serious with her if she offered.
Fucking god, Yoongi is so stupid.
The worst thing about it is that Yoongi could see it happening but didn’t know how to stop it. Didn’t know if he wanted to stop it.
He recognized his feelings for Hoseok changing over time- with each and every night that they spent together.
Having shared a bed more than a hundred times may sound like a lot, but it happened over twelve years of living and traveling together. Now, in less than six months, Yoongi and Hoseok have easily shared a bed thirty times, if not more. Give it a few more months, and they’d reach that one hundred mark easily.
At least once a week, Yoongi has been waking up with Hoseok wrapped around him.
For months now, Yoongi’s gotten to go to sleep with Hoseok’s body relaxed against his, peaceful, trusting. He got to wake up with Hoseok nuzzling his nose into the back of his neck or with his own nose tucked into Hoseok’s throat. He got to see Hoseok smile at him, his hair all messed up, his eyes and cheeks puffy from sleep, saying “morning, hyung” with that croaky, raspy, just-woke-up voice of his.
And Yoongi felt privileged because of it. Because he knew that this was special. Both to him and to Hoseok. That they didn’t do this with anyone else. Or so Yoongi thought.
They got up together, brushed their teeth next to one another, made each other breakfast. Mostly, Yoongi was the one who cooked. He’s better at it. And Hoseok is so expressive about liking what Yoongi makes – groaning and rolling his eyes as he eats – that Yoongi can’t help but want to cook for him- to make him that happy, even if it’s just eggs made the way Hoseok likes them.
Yoongi isn’t too sure exactly when the line between friendship and more started blurring for him, only that it did.
Every so often, Yoongi would wake up with Hoseok’s morning wood pressed up against his ass. You’d think those would be the moments that would make Yoongi’s feelings most obvious to him- the moments when his thoughts couldn’t help but turn sexual. But they weren’t.
Sure, the first time Yoongi woke up to Hoseok’s hard cock pushing against him was also the first time that Yoongi actively thought about Hoseok shoving both their underwear down and pressing that morning wood into him. But that was already after Yoongi started thinking about Hoseok romantically. Because it wasn’t about that for Yoongi. Yoongi’s feelings for Hoseok weren’t about sex.
The moments that Yoongi felt the most for Hoseok were the small moments. The mornings, the cuddles, the breakfasts.
Yoongi couldn’t help but get all sappy and sentimental whenever Hoseok sleepily pressed his soft lips to the back of his neck in the morning. He couldn’t.
So, it happened. The fucking feelings happened.
Fine. Whatever. It wasn’t ideal, but it wasn’t the worst. If Yoongi needed to, he was sure he would have been able to shut that part of himself down and deal with it somehow.
It’s just that he fucking chose not to. Because he – foolishly – thought that Hoseok felt the same way. He thought the two of them were building up to something.
Why else would Hoseok smile at him like that? Why else would he offer this much affection to Yoongi and no one else? Why else would he keep inviting Yoongi over, getting Yoongi into his bed, cuddling him all the time, holding him so close, giving Yoongi his fucking key? Making Yoongi feel so goddamn special?
It just… made sense in Yoongi’s head. For Hoseok to feel something more than simple friendship for Yoongi too. It was the only logical conclusion, the only explanation for all the things that were happening. Right? Yoongi certainly convinced himself of that.
And if Hoseok felt the same way, then why should Yoongi run and hide from his own feelings? So, Yoongi never bothered to run. Yoongi allowed himself to delude himself into truly believing that everything he was imagining was real, and because of that, his feelings only grew.
Hell, just last week, with his face pressed against Hoseok’s chest, Hoseok’s arms wrapped around him, a warm blanket thrown over both of them, Yoongi actually considered kissing Hoseok. For real. Being the one to make the first move. Risking it.
He didn’t go through with it. Didn’t have the guts yet. But he was thinking about it. Actively wanted to do it. Because he thought he had a chance.
Thinking about it now, Yoongi should have known better. He should have realized that just because he stopped sleeping around months ago doesn’t mean that Hoseok did. Doesn’t mean that while Yoongi was living in fantasy land, Hoseok wasn’t trying to ‘build up to something’ with someone else. Just because Yoongi was getting everything he needed from Hoseok doesn’t mean that Hoseok was getting everything he needed from Yoongi. Like sex.
Yoongi had stopped having sex with other people a couple months ago- around the time that he realized he wanted more with Hoseok. It wasn’t an active choice. Not in the beginning at least. Yoongi really was just… getting everything he needed from Hoseok. All the affection, all the physical contact. The only thing that was missing was orgasms. And since Yoongi thought that the two of them were on their way to getting there, then it was just a matter of waiting. Yoongi’s hand and imagination were enough for the time being. Anything with anyone else felt almost like… cheating.
Clearly, the two of them were not at all on the same page.
Hoseok is still sleeping around. Which is fine. Yoongi didn’t think that Hoseok wasn’t. He hoped Hoseok might have stopped sleeping around too, but he didn’t count on it.
What’s making Yoongi’s gut sink isn’t that. It’s the way Hoseok is looking at this woman – at Seolhwa – like she means something to him. Yoongi has seen some of Hoseok’s hookups before. Hoseok never looks at them like that. Like he cares about them. The way that Yoongi would want Hoseok to care about him.
It was stupid of Yoongi to get his hopes up, to read so deeply into everything Hoseok was doing.
Hoseok having romantic feelings for Yoongi was never the only explanation for the things Hoseok did for Yoongi. Yoongi knew that. He just didn’t want to believe it. Friendly, purely platonic love was the other explanation, and it looks like that was the right one.
It’ll be more difficult now for Yoongi to get his feelings under control, but he’ll do it. Somehow. He’ll figure it out. His friendship with Hoseok is too important to him to mess it up with something as silly as romantic feelings. Yoongi’s been friends with Hoseok without anything romantic going on for over a decade. He’ll figure out how to get back to that.
If nothing else, the sheer shock of seeing this naked woman hanging off Hoseok’s arm is definitely going to help Yoongi with that.
“That’s very gentlemanlike of you, but you don’t have to worry about that,” Seolhwa says, turning her head back to Yoongi, reminding him of exactly where he is and why his stomach hurts so badly. “I’m definitely not Hoseok’s. And I'm perfectly fine with you looking at me. In fact, I think I’ll be upset if you don’t.”
You know what- fuck it. There’s only so much resolve that he can have. With her telling him to look and Hoseok encouraging it too… Besides, looking at her might be easier than looking at Hoseok right now.
So, Yoongi does. He looks. Lets his eyes rove up and down her naked body. And god, she really is gorgeous.
Yoongi can very easily imagine Hoseok touching her, spreading her long legs and eating her out, fucking her from behind on his bed- the same bed that he and Yoongi cuddle and wake up- no. No, not thinking about that.
Scratch Hoseok. Yoongi looks at her. And once Yoongi removes Hoseok from the picture completely – from his own mind too – it’s pretty fucking easy for Yoongi to imagine himself doing those same things. Kneeling between her legs and licking and fingering her until she comes, letting her ride him on some bed, bending her over this couch – Hoseok’s couch – and fucking her.
“Now, that’s better,” Seolhwa drawls darkly.
Slowly, Yoongi lets his eyes move back up to meet hers, wondering exactly what she just saw on his face.
“For a second there, I thought you were completely uninterested,” she says and starts walking toward him again. “It was honestly disappointing.”
Yoongi squints, suspicious. She isn’t flirting with him, is she? She wouldn’t. Not with Hoseok right there.
But Hoseok is still smiling when Yoongi looks at him. Amused.
“It would have been very sad to think that I didn’t have a chance with you,” Seolhwa says.
“A chance with me,” Yoongi repeats, skeptical, his eyes moving to Hoseok again.
“Stop looking at him,” Seolhwa chastises, getting closer and closer. “He’s not a part of this.”
Yoongi’s eyebrows go up, “Are you kidding?”
“Not kidding at all,” she says, surprised. Then, with her eyes still firmly on Yoongi, “Hoseok, sweetheart?”
Hoseok hums in question, totally at ease with the pet name.
“Would you go get me my dress and purse, please?” she asks.
Hoseok lets out a breathy laugh, “Sure.”
Seolhwa and Hoseok start moving at the same time – Seolhwa toward Yoongi, Hoseok toward the hallway. And despite the fact that both of them are naked, and she’s much closer to Yoongi than Hoseok is right now, Yoongi’s eyes instantly shift to Hoseok.
Yoongi wishes he had the strength to not look, but he doesn’t. Not yet. His desire and feelings for Hoseok are still far too fresh. He hasn’t had time to think them over and suppress them yet. And knowing what he knows now, since he’s pretty sure this is going to be the only time he gets to see Hoseok post-orgasm… yeah, Yoongi looks.
And to be fair, Hoseok doesn’t even try to cover himself this time. So Yoongi gets another glimpse of his soft cock, and then watches Hoseok’s ass and back as he walks away. Yoongi’s savoring. He shouldn’t, but he is.
Actually, a part of Yoongi can’t believe that Hoseok is leaving Yoongi alone with Seolhwa at all.
“Huh,” Seolhwa exclaims softly, and Yoongi quickly moves his eyes back to her. She’s suddenly a whole lot closer than before. Maybe two steps away from him. And she really is almost as tall as he is. He maybe has two inches on her. “You know… you’re right to be suspicious.”
Yoongi squints, Hoseok disappearing into the hallway in his peripheral vision.
“Me hitting on you like this in front of Hoseok…” she shrugs, speaking slowly. “It may be hard to believe, but I am, in fact, not a bitch.”
Yoongi’s snort is entirely involuntary.
The corner of her lips lifts into a smile, “I can be, when I need to. It’s a choice. But I like Hoseok. I really do. I wouldn’t do that to him.” Then, she whispers, “I do sleep with other people though.”
“Certainly seems like you’re doing it to him right now,” Yoongi says, his voice low, a little dark.
Honestly, Yoongi has no idea how to react to her. It’s like Yoongi’s heart isn’t sure what to do – be broken because Hoseok and Seolhwa like each other or… not. Because she’s apparently fucking other people. And Yoongi assumes, considering how brazen she is about it, that Hoseok knows.
“Well, you are really attractive,” she says with an openly flirty tone, tilting her head. “Can you blame me for taking the chance and hitting on you?”
Yoongi smiles, but even he can tell that his smile is not exactly kind, “I can blame you for doing it in front of him.”
“Oh, but I'm not trying to do what you think I'm trying to do,” she says cryptically.
“And what do I think you’re trying to do?” Yoongi counters.
“You could join us,” she says instead of answering.
She’s close now. Too close. But – again – it’s either move backward or go around, and Yoongi is too frozen to do either.
“Yeah, I’m not following,” Yoongi and says and looks up again. Didn’t even notice his eyes moving to her body this time. “Join who for what?”
“Come on,” she drawls. “Do you need me to spell it out for you?”
Yoongi squints. He thinks he understands what she’s getting at. But he’s not sure. She wouldn’t, would she? Hoseok wouldn’t.
She raises her eyebrows suggestively.
Yoongi exhales a laugh. Even if she is implying what he thinks she is, Yoongi is sure as shit not going to be the first one to say it. She wants to offer? She can offer. Once she does that- if she does that, then Yoongi can start protesting. And probably panicking. Internally.
“Don’t you want to?” she asks quietly, takes another step forward, and places a hand on his chest. “I think you do.”
Instinctively, Yoongi flinches back. But not enough to actually dislodge her. Just enough to show that he isn’t into it. He can’t. Whatever she’s offering, he can’t.
“Just imagine it,” she says, persistently running her hand down his stomach.
He freezes. No. No, he can’t imagine it. He won’t. Resolutely, he refuses to look anywhere but her eyes.
“It would be so hot,” she says breathily. “Having both of you at the same time.”
But now that it’s out there, Yoongi can’t not think about it.
The image he had in his mind shifts. Yoongi is still behind her on the couch, fucking her, but this time, Hoseok is in front of her too, naked, thrusting into her mouth. And before Yoongi can stop it, the image morphs again, and Hoseok has his fingers gripping the back of Yoongi’s neck tightly, tugging Yoongi forward above her into a kiss.
Seolhwa looks up at him sharply, and her eyes are dark with desire. They really are. Yoongi doesn’t know her, but somehow, he still believes her. Believes that she wants this.
A part of him is legitimately flattered that she’s this interested in him this quickly. But mostly, he’s plainly suspicious.
“Are you done molesting him?” Hoseok says suddenly, walking back into the room with a black piece of fabric and a red bag in one of his hands and a pair of black high heels in his other. He’s wearing underwear now, and Yoongi can breathe more easily.
“Just starting,” Seolhwa says easily. “I actually think I'm well on my way toward convincing him to have a threesome with us.”
Dumbly, Yoongi splutters.
Hoseok just laughs, “Leave him be.”
“Why?” she whines, her hand moving to Yoongi’s bicep now, groping. He still can’t move, can’t believe she’s doing this in front of Hoseok. “He’s attractive. You’re attractive. Sleeping with the two of you at the same time?” she sighs deeply. “Yes, please.”
Yoongi’s not even sure why he’s not moving away. He could. He should. He’s not going to have a threesome with her and Hoseok, even if Hoseok, against all odds, would be interested in it. Yoongi wouldn’t. He just- he wouldn’t.
But that image of Hoseok tugging him into a kiss above her is seared into Yoongi’s brain now, and he can’t step away from her – from the offer – can’t directly say no. And she’s clearly interpreting his lack of ‘no’ as ‘maybe’.
“Oh, look at that,” Hoseok teases, coming closer. “Seems like you can easily say please when you feel like it.”
She smirks widely, “I’m sure that two men at the same time would make me beg much more easily than you can on your own.”
“You’re probably right,” Hoseok says seriously. “But I think I'm handling you just fine on my own at this point.”
“He has gotten better,” she tells Yoongi quietly, like a secret. “Wicked things he can do with those hips.”
Great, because Yoongi really needed that image in his head.
Instead of answering, Hoseok smirks and hands her the dress. She takes it, turns it over, holds it in front of herself, carefully raises one leg and inserts it into the dress, followed by the other, then drags the dress up her body. Tight, short, black dress, with a deep V neckline.
Wordlessly, Hoseok steps up behind her and zips the dress up for her. He watches Yoongi over her shoulder when he finishes, smiling at him. He looks genuinely happy. What the hell?
Next, Hoseok places the high heels on the floor beside her, extending his arm in offering. She takes it and carefully steps into her shoes. Taller than Yoongi by a few inches now.
“Thank you, darling,” Seolhwa says, tilting her head toward Hoseok.
Hoseok leans in and drops a kiss onto her lips. It’s quick and simple. Familiar.
“Panties are in your bag,” Hoseok says quietly.
“So considerate,” she says and kisses him again. A bit longer this time.
Yoongi fights the urge to look away.
“Sure you can’t stay a little longer?” Hoseok asks. “I thought you wanted a drink.”
Wait, she’s leaving? Somehow, Yoongi didn’t realize that’s what was happening. If anything, Yoongi should be the one to leave.
“We’ll have a drink next time,” she says, turning to Yoongi. “You have company.”
Hoseok catches Yoongi’s gaze, raising his eyebrows slightly in question.
“You- uh…” Yoongi catches on. “I can leave. It’s really not a problem. You don’t need to leave because of me.”
Hoseok rolls his eyes at Yoongi, shaking his head slightly.
“Don’t worry, handsome. I’m not leaving because of you,” she says and lays both her hands on Yoongi’s chest. He doesn’t flinch this time. “I was gonna leave in a few anyway. Honestly, if I had the option, I would stay, use the time to properly convince you to join us,” she steps forward again, and this time, her – thankfully clothed – body fully presses up against his. “Honestly… I’m not nearly as worn out as I could be.”
He inhales. Doesn’t move. Looks at Hoseok. Who’s still smiling and perfectly at ease.
“I think you might have just insulted me,” Hoseok says lightly.
She gently lays her finger on Yoongi’s cheek, turning his head toward her. And for the first time, suddenly, Yoongi notices the diamond ring on her finger. Her ring finger. A wedding ring. That can only be a wedding ring.
Holy fucking shit, she’s married.
“Think about it, will you?” she whispers, leaning close to Yoongi’s ear. “I promise the two of us will make it worth your while.”
She walks away then, not waiting for an answer or anything. Just takes her bag from Hoseok and grabs the door handle. Yoongi steps aside, giving her space to open the door, his eyes glued to the ring on her finger.
“You still going to that store before you head home?” Hoseok asks her.
She hums in agreement, opening the door.
“Text me when you get home?” Hoseok asks. “Let me know you got back okay?”
She stops, looks at him, smiles, “You realize I didn’t drink, right?”
“Still,” Hoseok says, walking up to her and placing his hand on her back. “Dressed like that, walking around late… One text won’t hurt you.”
“Fine,” she concedes, both her voice and her eyes soft. Affectionate. But- she has a- she’s married. “We’ll talk later.”
After that, she gets out, and Yoongi is alone with Hoseok.
There’s silence for a couple of seconds as Hoseok locks the door. Then, he turns to Yoongi, obviously waiting for a reaction of some kind, but the first thing that ends up bursting out of Yoongi’s mouth is-
“Hoseok. She’s married,” it comes out a bit more outraged than Yoongi intends.
Hoseok just laughs. Tosses his head back and lets out one of those big-belly laughs of his, walking away- back toward the kitchen.
Quickly, Yoongi toes his shoes off, kicks them aside, and walks after him.
“Of all the things that you could have said right now,” Hoseok says and keeps laughing.
“That’s kind of a big deal!” Yoongi defends.
“Yeah, I thought so too for a minute,” Hoseok dismisses, walking around the kitchen island again. As his bottom half disappears behind it, Yoongi can’t help but think about seeing Hoseok naked barely a couple of minutes ago.
“For a minute?!” Yoongi asks, outrage still coloring his voice. “Is it suddenly okay to sleep with a married woman now? How long has this-” Yoongi cuts himself off, realizing that he’s rambling and asking the kind of questions that Hoseok doesn’t owe him the answers to in the first place.
Hoseok opens the fridge, “Yes, for a minute. In the beginning, I was also hesitant. I understand that it’s… morally questionable to sleep with a married woman.”
“Morally questionable,” Yoongi echoes quietly, disbelieving.
“And I never would have approached her myself,” Hoseok continues. Thankfully, his voice is calm. Patient. He places two beers on the kitchen island, opening them quickly. “She was actually the one who approached me,” he smiles, gesturing at the bottle. “And she never hid the ring.”
Yoongi sits down at the island in front of Hoseok and wraps his hand around one of the bottles, not drinking yet. Too busy trying to process everything that happened in the past five minutes.
“Right from the get-go, she was very open about what she wanted,” Hoseok says. “And what she needed to make what she wanted happen.”
Yoongi suppresses his own curiosity. And his unjustified feeling of betrayal. His concern for Hoseok is bigger for the moment, “You do realize that if you get caught with her, that would be incredibly bad for you.”
Hoseok looks at him seriously, catching his gaze, “I won’t get caught with her.”
Yoongi glares at him.
“One of the benefits of sleeping with a married woman,” Hoseok says, reaching into the fridge again and taking out some random sliced meat along with a couple condiments. He closes the fridge and looks at Yoongi. “If you get caught, she has just as much to lose as you do,” he turns around, opens a cabinet, pulls out a loaf of bread, starts making a sandwich. It’s good to know that Hoseok gets hungry after sex. Just great. Absolutely Fantastic. “And in her case, she has even more to lose than I do.”
At that, Yoongi frowns, confused, “What do you mean?”
Hoseok looks up, “You don’t recognize her, do you?”
Even more confused now, Yoongi waits.
“Yeah, I didn’t either,” Hoseok says. “She’s not from our world.”
“What are you talking about?” Yoongi asks.
“She’s married to Kang Donggeun,” Hoseok says and goes back to making his sandwich, slathering condiments and stacking meat.
“That name…” Yoongi squints, “sounds vaguely familiar?”
Hoseok nods, “He’s a politician.”
Yoongi’s mouth hangs open, “Are you trying to tell me that sleeping with a politician’s wife is better for your reputation than sleeping with some random married woman?!”
Hoseok just smiles, amused, “No, what I’m trying to tell you is that if we get caught together, for me, it would be really bad. For her, it would be catastrophic,” he pauses. “There’s incentive to not get caught. Which is why we’re not going to.”
Both of them hold there, soaking in the irony of that statement.
“Other than you catching us tonight, obviously,” Hoseok mumbles, finishes putting together his sandwich and starts placing everything back in the fridge.
“I am sorry,” Yoongi says, looking down, awash with a sudden wave of regret. “I shouldn’t have come without reaching you first.”
“And like I said in front of her, yes, you should have,” Hoseok says. “I don’t blame you for catching us. I’m sure as shit am not mad at you for coming. I want you to come. That’s why I gave you the key. If it was anyone’s fault, it was mine. I should have realized that you might come over randomly in the evening. Should have warned her. This was just… kinda bad timing all around,” he takes a swig of beer. “We had just-” he glances up at Yoongi coyly, “-finished in the bedroom. She usually grabs a glass of water or wine after we’re done. I was still tying the fucking condom when she yelled for me. It all- happened very quickly, you know?”
Yoongi blinks. Doesn’t need any of those images in his head. Really doesn’t.
“Bad timing,” Hoseok repeats. “But not your fault. That’s for sure,” he brings the sandwich up but doesn’t actually take a bite, suddenly looking thoughtful instead. “Honestly, I’m surprised she didn’t throw something at me. I would have deserved it.”
“She, uhm… handled the situation,” Yoongi blushes, thinking about her sauntering around naked, about his own reaction to her. Thinking about her offer. Ridiculous, never going to happen, but she put it in Yoongi’s head, and now, he can’t help but think about it.
“Yeah,” Hoseok scoffs. “You caught her unprepared and literally naked. I think she handled the situation as best as possible, considering.”
“Definitely left an impression,” Yoongi says quietly.
Hoseok snorts, taking a bite of his sad-looking sandwich. They’re quiet for a second as Hoseok chews. Yoongi sips his beer.
“Yeah,” Hoseok says eventually. “She’s a smart cookie.”
And Yoongi gives into his curiosity, “You like her.”
“I do,” Hoseok says.
“No, I mean…” Yoongi says. “If she wasn’t fucking married, I would have thought that you two…” he gestures vaguely.
Hoseok squints at him.
“You know,” Yoongi insists. “You like her. You two seem like you’d fit.” That’s not a lie either. They do. It kind of makes Yoongi’s heart hurt, but it’s the truth.
Hoseok smiles, “In some ways, we do. In some ways, we don’t.”
Yoongi waits.
“We fit well in bed, I’ll tell you that much,” Hoseok says, and god, he looks so pleased about it. “Everything else… not so much,” he takes another bite.
“What do you mean?” Yoongi asks.
Hoseok chews, swallows, says, “Different life aspirations.”
Yoongi frowns.
“She wants certain things in her future, I want certain things in my future,” Hoseok explains. “Those things don’t match. It wouldn’t work out even if she wasn’t already married.”
It’s hard not to wonder whether or not Yoongi’s life aspirations match Hoseok’s or not, “The kind of stuff that you couldn’t compromise on?”
“Nope,” Hoseok says, takes another bite and walks around to Yoongi’s side of the island, sitting beside him.
Yoongi nods, waiting for elaboration and not getting any. Message received. Yoongi drops that line of questioning. Not his business what her life aspirations are.
“Still,” Yoongi takes a couple steps back. “Aren’t you worried?” Yoongi asks, shaking his head. “Even if not about getting caught, then about… I don’t know, accidentally getting her pregnant? It wouldn’t be like getting just anyone pregnant. That really would be catastrophic. For you too.”
Hoseok inhales deeply, “I’m not. We’re safe.”
“Well, yeah,” Yoongi exclaims. “But accidents happen.”
“Hyung,” Hoseok looks at him. “She got her tubes tied a long time ago. We’re safe.”
“Oh,” Yoongi blinks. “Okay then.”
“Yeah, I agree. Drastic measure,” Hoseok smiles. “But it’s her body. And hell, even if she didn’t have her tubes tied, if I accidentally did get her pregnant, I highly doubt that she would… keep it,” Hoseok says, his eyebrows going up. “That’s one of those things we wouldn’t be able to compromise on. She doesn’t want kids. Ever. I do. Not now, obviously, but at some point.”
Yoongi hums, considering, then quietly says, “The chances of finding a man in politics who’s okay with that… good for her.”
“Oh, he’s more than okay with it,” Hoseok says, taking another bite and chewing it for a while, leaving Yoongi curious. He swallows. “He’s got a whole bunch of kids of his own. He doesn’t want more.”
“Wait,” Yoongi shakes his head. “I’m missing context. If you’re gonna be telling me about it, give me context.”
Hoseok laughs, “Her husband’s like almost sixty years old or something. I don’t remember. He’s been married once before her. Has five kids already – I think – from his first marriage. Some of them are Seolhwa’s age. I think the youngest one is almost eighteen or something. Her husband’s done having kids.”
“Okay, so let me get this straight,” Yoongi says as Hoseok eats. “This girl, who’s about our age-”
“She’s your age,” Hoseok inserts with his mouth full. “Born in ’93.”
“Okay,” Yoongi nods. “This girl, who’s my age, who’s incredibly attractive and is a ‘smart cookie’,” he makes air quotes, “who could probably get anybody she wants… chose a sixty-year-old politician with at least five kids who doesn’t want to give her any kids.”
“She doesn’t want kids. Wouldn’t have gotten her tubes tied otherwise,” Hoseok corrects. “I know that’s a strange concept to you considering how much you wanna be a dad one day. And I get the confusion. Trust me. I relate. But having kids is not for everyone.”
“No, no, I get it, of course I-” Yoongi cringes, realizing that he probably came off unintentionally judgmental. “Of course having kids is not for everyone.”
“But otherwise, yes,” Hoseok ignores it. “She chose him.”
“Why?” Yoongi exclaims before he can stop himself. “Why would she want that? She could have-” Yoongi stammers, “I don’t know, somebody like you.”
Hoseok snorts again, “I think you should probably ask her these questions, not me.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi says sarcastically. “Because she’s really gonna wanna be my friend after today.”
Hoseok smirks, “Seemed like she’d want to be much more than a friend to you.”
“Right,” Yoongi laughs, sipping his beer again and resolutely not thinking about her offer.
Hoseok smiles for another few seconds, all sly and teasing, then- “You know why she’d marry someone like that.”
Yoongi waits a few seconds. He doesn’t want to insult her by saying… any of what he’s thinking.
Hoseok laughs breathily, “You can say it, you know. There’s no shame. She’s not ashamed of it. Quite proud of her accomplishments in that department actually,” he raises his eyebrows, waiting, but Yoongi doesn’t give in. “I’ve accused her of being a gold digger right to her face at one point.”
“Seriously?” Yoongi asks, genuinely surprised.
“Yeah. It made her laugh,” Hoseok smiles fondly. “She corrected me though. She said that even though the money’s a part of it – of course,” he rolls his eyes, as if that’s what she did back whenever they talked about it, “she’s not in it just for the money. She’s in it for the lifestyle.”
“Meaning?” Yoongi asks.
“She’s smart,” Hoseok says lowly. “She wants the money, she does, but she could have married some rich ninety-year-old who’s on his deathbed. Just take his inheritance and go. Or she could have married someone like me. Grab herself a rich idol and go with it. She’s smart enough to be able to get either. She likes the fact that she’s married to a politician. She likes him. We don’t talk about it much, too busy doing other things-” he wiggles his eyebrows, and Yoongi rolls his eyes, “but from what she has told me, I'm pretty sure that she wants to get into that world herself at some point. Don’t know if specifically into politics. Maybe something more business oriented but…” he shrugs. “She chose him, not just his money.”
Yoongi takes a second to process, then nods slowly, “Okay.”
He still has questions. Actually, he’s a lot more curious about her now than he was five minutes ago but… not really his place to ask.
“Yeah,” Hoseok says and takes another bite.
“She sounds…” Yoongi tries to find the right word, “impressive.”
“I can’t tell for sure if you’re saying that sarcastically or not,” Hoseok says after swallowing. “But she is. Impressive, I mean. Her life aspirations may not match mine or yours completely, but she gets it. The hustle. She works hard.”
“No, I believe that,” Yoongi says, thinking about how simply maintaining a body like hers would take a lot of work in and of itself. “I’m just… processing.”
“Process this then,” Hoseok inhales deeply. “I don’t know if this will put your mind more at ease about what I'm doing with her or less, but her husband knows.”
Yoongi blinks, “About you?”
“Not about me specifically,” Hoseok says. “She keeps my name out of conversations just as much as I keep hers. I mean, her husband knows that she sleeps with other men,” he pauses. “And she knows that he sleeps with other women.”
Yoongi stays quiet. Yeah, processing.
“He travels for weeks at a time for work,” Hoseok elaborates. “Sometimes with her, sometimes without her. He can afford to get a woman for the night if he wants one. She doesn’t mind, encourages it even. She wants him to be happy. And she didn’t marry him for the sex, that’s for sure,” he scoffs. “She didn’t marry him for love either, not as far as I know. She cares about him, you can tell by the way she talks about him in those rare moments that he does come up. And she still sleeps with him, but he has a couple others on the side. And she does too. I'm one of them.”
“A couple,” Yoongi repeats, taking it all in.
“Yeah, I'm not exactly a consistent fuck buddy,” Hoseok says. “I’m out of the country for long periods randomly too.”
“Right,” Yoongi nods, sipping his beer again.
“They obviously have some agreement involved,” Hoseok continues. “I don’t know the details. I don’t ask. Not my business. But he does know. And as far as I know, so long as she’s careful and is with him whenever he needs her, he doesn’t care.”
Yoongi hums, drinking.
“Come on, you know these kinds of arrangements exist,” Hoseok scolds.
“I do, I…” Yoongi defends. “I guess I’ve just never had first-hand involvement in these kinds of arrangements.”
“Neither have I, before her,” Hoseok says and takes the final bite, finishing his sandwich.
“How’d you even meet her?” Yoongi asks after Hoseok’s done chewing.
“There was some exclusive little fashion event I went to a while ago,” Hoseok says. “She found me there.”
“A while ago?” Yoongi asks, his curiosity seeping in again.
Hoseok hums, thinking, “Over six months ago. Seven maybe. Eight? We were still living in the dorms when I started sleeping with her.”
Speechless.
“What?” Hoseok asks.
“Just-” Yoongi tries. “Surprised you didn’t tell me about her, I guess.”
Hoseok’s eyes widen, “Didn’t think it was important. Do you tell me about every person you sleep with?”
“I guess not,” Yoongi says. It’s Yoongi’s own fault that he hasn’t had sex in a couple months- that there’s no one to tell Hoseok about. But yeah, before that, when Yoongi was having sex, he still wasn’t telling Hoseok about every single one of them. But if he was sleeping with the same person for eight months, there’s no way he wouldn’t have said anything.
“If it was serious between us, I would have told you, hyung, I promise,” Hoseok smiles, affectionate and soft, and Yoongi hates himself for how much that look gives him butterflies. “And I guess if you really wanna know… she’s not the only woman I'm sleeping with either.”
Yoongi catches his gaze.
“Yeah,” Hoseok shrugs. “She’s the only one who I’ve stuck with for this long, but yeah, there are a couple women I hook up with pretty consistently,” he pauses for a second. “Don’t you?”
“Fewer now but…” Yoongi lies, averting his gaze to not get caught. “Mostly, I just hook up with random people. More guys than girls too. Easier.”
Hoseok nods, and Yoongi wonders if there are men in Hoseok’s lineup too or if it’s just women. Hoseok is bi. Yoongi wouldn’t have gotten all soft for him if he’d been straight. He would have made sure not to- somehow. But Hoseok seems to only be talking about women right now.
“So just random people every time?” Hoseok asks. “You don’t have a rotation?”
“A rotation?” Yoongi exclaims.
“Yeah, like a couple people lined up that you can hook up with so you don’t have to go out looking for someone new every time,” Hoseok explains.
“Not really, no,” Yoongi says. “I’ve never had a problem picking people up. I don’t do it all that often-” never did, doesn’t love fucking strangers that much, “-but I’ve never had a problem with it. I go out to a bar, find someone, go with them. Sometimes, I hook up with them more than once. A couple times tops, then move on.” No reason to stay with the same person too long and get attached to them. Yoongi hasn’t been interested in anything long-term and serious up till this point – up till Hoseok.
“It’s not about having a problem picking people up. I don’t doubt your ability to do it when you put your mind to it,” Hoseok says, smiling lightly. “It’s about saving time. And easy availability. If I'm in the mood, all I gotta do is text Seolhwa, and if she isn’t available, I have another two chicks I can text. One of them will most likely be able to come over. If not and if I’m desperate enough, then I’ll go out and pick someone up.”
“Three women,” Yoongi says, slightly nauseous again. “You’ve got a rotation of three women?”
“Mmhm,” Hoseok nods. “Seolhwa tends to be my first choice but yeah.”
Yoongi nods, not saying anything. Doesn’t know what to say.
“Oh, come on, don’t look so judgy about it,” Hoseok rolls his eyes. “Three is not even that many. You should talk to Kook. I think he’s got like- twelve on rotation. Even Namjoon has four.”
“No, I'm not… I'm not judging. Just…” Yoongi trails off, drinking his beer again.
“I mean, I know that, out of all of us, you’re on the more vanilla side of sex,” Hoseok teases. “But having a rotation is basic stuff, hyung.”
“Since when is having a lineup of people to sleep with basic stuff?” Yoongi asks, then adds, “Also, why’d you decide I'm vanilla?” mildly insulted and not even sure why.
Hoseok glares at him like he’s dumb, “Name the kinkiest thing you’ve done in the past year.”
Yoongi opens his mouth and holds for a few moments, “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying the classics!”
Hoseok laughs at him.
“Yeah?!” Yoongi challenges. “What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done?”
Hoseok hums loudly, looking up, “I think… fucking a married woman might be up there.”
Yoongi opens his mouth, but suddenly, Hoseok stands up, grabbing his beer bottle.
“You coming to bed or not?” Hoseok asks, smiling softly and giving Yoongi butterflies. Again.
Yoongi gapes, then- “You better be heading to the shower right now. I’m not getting in bed with you when you stink of sex.” Sex with someone else.
Hoseok snorts, “Yeah, yeah,” and he walks away, into the hallway, leaving Yoongi alone in the kitchen.
For a few minutes, Yoongi just sits there, soaking everything in.
He supposes that knowing that Seolhwa is married has made her… less of a threat. That as well as hearing Hoseok say that he has no interest in being with her long term.
It still doesn’t change the way Hoseok was looking at her. Yoongi is not wrong about Hoseok liking her. Really liking her. But he understands how a disagreement about having or not having kids would lead them to not being anything more than fuck buddies. On top of her being married. Yoongi also can’t imagine Hoseok being with someone who has anything to do with politics. That has to be another line for him.
So, yeah, she’s a little less intimidating to Yoongi now. Still, even if Seolhwa’s not a threat, apparently, there are two other women who Yoongi hasn’t seen Hoseok interact with that might very well be a threat.
Three women. Three women who Hoseok looks at like that and touches like that and is easily affectionate with like that… and one of them for eight fucking months. God, it would have been easier if Hoseok was just hooking up with random people every time.
Yoongi sighs, takes another sip of beer, and keeps sitting there, wondering what he wants to do.
A part of Yoongi wants to go back home. Wants some space, some time to think, to figure out how to get himself together. Even the thought of his big, lonely house is not a complete deterrent right now.
But the bigger part of him wants to be wrapped up in Hoseok’s arms tonight. He doesn’t know if it’s a desire for some kind of reassurance – that he really is as unique to Hoseok as Hoseok is to him, or if it’s something else, something even more selfish. But it doesn’t matter. Whatever the reason, Yoongi knows that he can’t bring himself to leave, not if Hoseok still wants him here.
Then, suddenly, he thinks about the fact that – oh god. Hoseok’s bed. Hoseok’s bedroom. That’s where he and Seolhwa- the bed that Yoongi and Hoseok share every time he’s here, that’s where he’s fucking these women.
Before Yoongi knows what he’s doing, he’s on his feet and walking there. Maybe seeing the mess in the bedroom will give Yoongi the resolve he needs to leave.
But when he gets there… nothing. The bed is made like it always is. There are no clothes strewn about, no- nothing. There’s nothing. And Yoongi’s confused.
The shower is still running. It’ll probably be at least another few minutes before Hoseok gets out. So, Yoongi walks down the hallway, toward the guest bedrooms – there are three – with the intention of peeking into every one of them.
He doesn’t have to go far. One of the doors is slightly ajar, and when Yoongi pushes it open, he sees… the scene. What he was expecting to find in Hoseok’s bedroom. Rumpled sheets, Hoseok’s clothes on the floor, one of the bedside drawers open.
Yoongi leaves, walks back to Hoseok’s bedroom, unjustifiably satisfied that the room Hoseok chose is neither the bedroom he sleeps in with Yoongi nor the guest bedroom that Yoongi used to stay in. He knows it most likely doesn’t mean anything, but he’s still glad. The thought of sleeping in the bed that Hoseok was just fucking someone else in is… too much.
The water stops, and as Yoongi waits for Hoseok to come back to the bedroom, he reaches into Hoseok’s closet and changes. He has a couple of his own things in there – pants, shirts, underwear, socks, the ones that used to be in the closet in the guest bedroom. And for the most part, Yoongi wears them. More and more often though, he’s been stealing Hoseok’s clothes. Sometimes, it’s pants. Other times, like today, it’s one of Hoseok’s shirts.
Yoongi should probably stop doing that too now, but he can’t. It’s habit, and he can’t. Hoseok teases him about it affectionately, so he can’t. Yoongi likes it too much, and apparently, he’s self-destructive, so he won’t.
“Cozy?” Hoseok asks, toweling his hair, a pair of clean underwear and nothing else hanging low on his hips.
Smiling, Hoseok walks up to Yoongi and runs his hand down Yoongi’s arm- down the sleeve of his own thin hoodie. Yoongi’s stomach flips.
“Wanna watch a movie or something?” Hoseok asks. “Or straight to bed?”
“Movie sounds good. Bit early to go to bed,” though Yoongi understands why Hoseok would be more tired than usual.
“Brush our teeth first?” Hoseok asks. “So we can go to sleep right after?”
Yoongi nods, “Sounds good.”
It all feels so damn domestic.
Going to brush their teeth side by side. Yoongi’s toothbrush in the en-suite bathroom. Then getting into Hoseok’s bed, leaning his back against the headboard, searching for some movie on the TV that’s mounted on the wall while Hoseok grabs a hair drier and quickly blow dries his hair.
They’re used to this kind of proximity, that’s true. Living and traveling together for so long forced them into these kinds of situations more often than not. But still, having it happen in Hoseok’s home is different somehow. More intimate.
Eventually, Hoseok gets into bed with Yoongi – under the covers with his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders, gently nuzzling his cold nose into Yoongi’s neck for a second before telling Yoongi to run the movie.
They sit there, watch it, pressed together. Yoongi’s unfocused. Spends most of the movie… processing. Basking in Hoseok’s proximity while simultaneously trying not to, trying to distance himself somehow emotionally. It’s not working, of course. If Yoongi truly wanted to distance himself, he should have gone home.
It’s just that there’s a tiny part of Yoongi that – despite everything – still thinks that he might have a chance. Hoseok and Seolhwa are not serious. Even if Hoseok looks at her like that and maybe would have wanted to be more with her under different circumstances. She’s married for fuck’s sake.
And so what if Hoseok sleeps around? Yoongi never really thought Hoseok wasn’t. And it doesn’t matter anyway. Not right now. If he and Hoseok were together, then it would have mattered, but they’re not. Yoongi can’t expect exclusivity just because he himself is giving it.
The only thing that matters is that Hoseok is still here, with Yoongi, treating Yoongi like he’s something important. There’s a chance. Maybe.
But there was that look in Hoseok’s eyes, when he was with Seolhwa. And Yoongi can’t forget that either. So, whether there’s a chance or not, whatever courage Yoongi might have had before to make the first move is gone. Maybe not completely but definitely gone enough for Yoongi to not try anything right now.
He needs to sit down and think about the situation objectively. And he will. The second his mind is not clouded with the feeling of Hoseok all over him.
Later, when the movie is over and the two of them are watching the credits roll, Yoongi figures that he should probably say something.
After thinking about it for the entire length of the movie, he realizes that he was kind of rude about the whole thing. Questioning Hoseok, judging him, judging her. And Yoongi understands that even though some of his reaction was because of genuine concern as Hoseok’s best friend, some of his shock and betrayal – unjustified as it might have been – must have seeped through into his reaction as well. So-
“Seolhwa seems cool,” Yoongi forces himself to say, because it’s true and because he thinks Hoseok would like to hear it.
Hoseok’s eyes widen slightly, and he pulls back from the hug to look at Yoongi’s face.
“I know I was a little judgy about the whole thing,” Yoongi says. “But it was mostly out of shock. I saw the wedding ring, and my head just-” he gestures vaguely. “I got worried. But… she does seem cool. Actually, she seems interesting as hell.”
Hoseok nods, looking almost… grateful, as if Yoongi’s approval of his fuck buddy matters to him, “She’s one of the coolest people I’ve ever met.”
Yoongi nods, “And seriously, if there’s anything I can do to help fix this whole mess, to reassure her somehow that I won’t say anything – because I won’t – then just say the word, and I will.”
“Thanks, hyung,” Hoseok says. “I appreciate it.”
Yoongi smiles at him. A bit tightly but still genuinely.
Then, in a moment of pure ridiculousness, Yoongi forces himself to put all of his selfish feelings aside. All of them. The hurt, the jealousy, the concern. He puts them all away for a second- in favor of being Hoseok’s best friend. And before he knows it, his smile turns into something more sly, more mischievous, naughty.
Hoseok laughs, clearly confused by it, “What?”
Still smiling, Yoongi catches Hoseok’s gaze.
“What?” Hoseok insists, smiling too, pleased with whatever he’s seeing.
“Good for you,” Yoongi says.
Hoseok blinks, opens his mouth, closes it.
Yoongi inclines his head to the side slightly, “She’s…” insanely hot. Yoongi raises his eyebrows, nodding, trying to convey to Hoseok that he’s impressed without actually saying it. “Yeah. Good for you.”
Hoseok’s mouth widens with shock, but he’s smiling at the same time.
It makes Yoongi blush a little, which is silly, but it does. He just enjoys making Hoseok smile like that.
Hoseok exhales a laugh, “Hell yeah, good for me.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi cringes. “Sorry, I-”
“No, no,” Hoseok shakes his head, smiling- smiling so big. “She is, yeah.”
Bashfully, Yoongi smiles and looks away, glad he allowed this moment to happen.
“Sleep now?” Hoseok asks before the moment lingers too long.
“Yeah,” Yoongi exhales, glad it’s over, that there was no time for this to get awkward.
They shift around, comfortably getting into position with one another. Used to it. Hoseok behind Yoongi, pressed along Yoongi’s back, spooning him, breathing him.
The way Yoongi’s body relaxes into it is completely automatic at this point. Instant.
In this position, with the lights out, with the sound of Hoseok breathing in his ear, Yoongi’s heart is full. Even with everything that happened, these moments make Yoongi so calm. So serene.
“You could, you know,” Hoseok says after a couple minutes of them cuddling in silence, his breath tickling the back of Yoongi’s neck.
“Could what?” Yoongi asks.
Hoseok hesitates. Yoongi can feel it in the sudden stillness of Hoseok’s chest against his back.
Eventually, Hoseok says, “Join me and her in bed.”
And for Yoongi… time freezes. He goes still. Stops breathing.
“I know you think she wasn’t serious,” Hoseok continues quietly. “But she was. And you could. If you want to.”
Yoongi needs to look at Hoseok’s face for this. So, he turns, tries to focus on Hoseok’s eyes in the darkness.
“You’re kidding, right?” Yoongi asks, deadpan, because if Hoseok is not joking, then… Yoongi doesn’t know what then.
“No,” Hoseok says easily, bringing his arm up and pushing Yoongi’s hair back, then running his fingers through it over and over. “I’m sure she’d be very pleased if you joined.”
“You’re kidding,” seems to be the only thing Yoongi is capable of saying, “right?”
Hoseok exhales a laugh, “No, not at all.”
Yoongi’s mouth hangs open, “I don’t know what to say.”
“I mean…” Hoseok says. “You’re obviously into her.”
“That-” Yoongi tries. “I- Just because…” he gapes.
Hoseok laughs again, “You’re into her, she’s into you, I don’t mind sharing… What’s the downside?”
What’s the downside? Yoongi can think of about a million reasons why doing this would be bad. Like- like the fact that he’d have to watch Hoseok fuck another person. Like the fact that he’d be this close to actually sleeping with Hoseok, but it would happen in the most unromantic and impersonal way possible. Like the fact that Yoongi can’t imagine himself fucking another person right now at all- let alone alongside the person he actually wants to be with. Like the fact that… Yoongi kind of is vanilla and has never had anyone watch him have sex, and having that person be Hoseok would make it so much more… something.
But he can’t tell Hoseok any of that.
“Exactly,” Hoseok says, reading Yoongi’s silence the wrong way for once. “There isn’t one.”
“You’d seriously be okay with- with letting me-” Yoongi tries again, not even sure how to continue this conversation, how to protest without saying any of his actual reasons for protesting. “I can’t just- mess with your girl.”
“She’s not my girl, she’s married,” Hoseok dismisses with his eyebrows up. “And yes, you can. She offered. I'm offering.”
“But why- why- why would you?” Yoongi stammers.
“Because you’re into her, and she’s into you, and I don’t mind sharing,” Hoseok repeats. “And I like making you happy. I'm not forcing you here. I’m just saying that if sleeping with her is something that would potentially make you happy…” he trails off, shrugging.
Yoongi looks him in the eyes, quiet, again unsure of what to say. He supposes he’s pleased in some way. It might even be a good sign – kind of – to know that Hoseok wants to make him happy like that. Sexually. Even if he’s not the one doing it to Yoongi directly.
It doesn’t feel right though.
Eventually, because Yoongi really is unsure, he asks, “Why are you so sure that she was even serious?”
“Other than her offering it? I don’t know if you noticed,” Hoseok says, “but you’re kind of her type.”
“I’m not a sixty-year-old politician,” is the first response that comes to Yoongi’s mind.
Hoseok laughs again, “I didn’t say you were marriage material for her. I said you were her type. Young, attractive… well-off,” he gestures toward himself.
Yoongi’s mouth opens and closes.
“But it’s more than that too,” Hoseok adds seriously. “You asked what you can do to help her believe you won’t say anything? I think this is it. I think that’s part of why she offered this in the first place. Or at least why she was so insistent on it.”
Yoongi frowns, confused.
“Incentive,” Hoseok says. “To stay quiet. You don’t have any. I have incentive because I'm sleeping with her. She’s cheating on her husband with me. Technically. That’s how the public would see it. Like you said, that’s not a good look for me. I want to keep this under wraps. Her incentive is obvious. She gets caught with me, her marriage is ruined, her reputation is ruined, her future prospects are harmed at the very least. The only incentive you have to stay quiet is that you like me and wouldn’t want to hurt me. I trust you, but she doesn’t know you. I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s not really enough for her. So, if you think about it… if she gets you to join, to sleep with her too…” he shrugs. “Incentive.”
Yoongi blinks, “If your way of trying to convince me to have sex with your fuck buddy is by telling me that the reason she wants to have sex with me is to keep me quiet, then… not a good strategy.”
“No,” Hoseok laughs. “I’m not saying that’s the only reason. I’m saying that’s part of it. I’m saying that I won’t be surprised if she insists- if she’ll find a way to reach out to you and really try to convince you.”
“Still not making me wanna sleep with her,” Yoongi deadpans. “Like at all. I don’t care how hot she is, I don’t wanna have sex with anyone who doesn’t actually want to have sex with me. Obviously,” that includes Hoseok in a threesome with her. For Yoongi to even entertain the possibility, Hoseok would have to want Yoongi to join. Yoongi hasn’t decided yet if Hoseok wanting Yoongi to join simply to ‘make Yoongi happy’ is good enough.
Hoseok smiles, “I didn’t say she doesn’t want to sleep with you. She wouldn’t have offered this if she didn’t want to. She’s not that desperate. I’m sure she could think of other ways to try to shut you up if she thought she needed to,” Hoseok purses his lips as Yoongi’s eyebrows shoot up. “I just know her at this point. I understand how she thinks. This is… two birds, one stone for her. Sleep with a hot guy and keep him quiet.”
Yoongi doesn’t reply, takes a second, ignores Hoseok calling him hot, thinks, finds a hole in his theory.
“Okay, so let me ask you this,” Yoongi says. “Why join you? Meaning both of you. Why a threesome? If the idea is to sleep with a hot guy and shut him up at the same time, why does it need to be with you? She could theoretically just… go after me.”
Hoseok thinks for a moment too, “I suppose it doesn’t need to be with me. And if you were adamant about not joining, if you were… that put off by the idea, then… then, yeah, maybe she would reach out and try to add you to her rotation. But threesomes are fun. And she’s fun,” he pauses. “Correction: three birds, one stone. Sleep with a hot guy, give him incentive to keep quiet about what he saw, and have a fun threesome.”
Yoongi exhales a quiet laugh too at that, “Okay, I guess.”
Then, they’re quiet. Hoseok gives Yoongi time to think again.
Eventually, Yoongi makes himself ask – because he has to, “What about you? Are you not… that put off by the idea?”
“Of a threesome with you?” Hoseok asks boldly.
“Uh… yeah,” Yoongi answers. God, just hearing Hoseok say that is hard to process.
Hoseok shrugs, “No.”
“Just like that?” Yoongi asks. “Just no?”
“Yeah,” Hoseok shrugs again. “Just no.”
“Wouldn’t it bother you to…” see Yoongi like that? See Yoongi naked? See Yoongi fuck another person? Her specifically? “Have me there?”
“If you’re worried about…” Hoseok pauses for a second, squinting. “Listen, you and I don’t need to put a hand on one another.”
Yoongi’s mouth opens in protest- instinctively. Sure, he’s a little worried at the moment about Hoseok realizing how much he’s into him, but he also doesn’t want Hoseok thinking that he’s turned off by him.
“No, seriously,” Hoseok cuts in, looking straight into Yoongi’s eyes. “That’s not a problem. Don’t make it one. A threesome doesn’t mean the two of us need to touch each other at all. And like… we’ve seen each other naked before, so that’s not a problem either. I honestly don’t mind if you join. Hell, I’d be happy if you joined if it helped you loosen up a little, feel better.”
“We haven’t seen each other having sex,” Yoongi argues, mortified just at the thought of Hoseok watching him like that.
“Eh,” Hoseok dismisses. “We’ve seen each other cry our eyes out, that’s way more embarrassing than seeing each other hard.”
“Uhm…” Yoongi’s not sure what to say again.
“And just to make it clear,” Hoseok adds. “I’m not trying to pressure you in any way either. Like I said, I know you’re a little more vanilla than I am,” his voice turns a bit more teasing, a smile in the corner of his lips, “so if this isn’t for you… no hard feelings. At all. Promise. All I'm saying is that if she does try to reach out – which is likely – and if, when she does, you find yourself thinking, ‘damn, if only she wasn’t with Hoseok, I’d hit that,’ then… Well, you can hit that anyway, whether it’s in a threesome with me or not. You have my blessing,” he pauses, smiling. “Alright?”
A couple seconds pass quietly again.
Yoongi’s thoughts are all… jumbled. His head’s a mess. There are too many angles to this situation, too many factors, too much to think about.
And Yoongi’s tired. Suddenly, he’s so fucking tired. Somehow, in the span of a couple hours, his whole fucking world turned upside down. Just a week ago, Yoongi was on the verge of kissing Hoseok, of trying to make a move on him, and now… this.
A mess. He needs to think about this – seriously and with a clear mind. In the morning. He’ll think about it in the morning. Right now, he just… wants Hoseok to hug him.
“Alright,” Yoongi says quietly. And again, “Alright, yeah, I’ll- I’ll keep it in mind.”
Hoseok nods, running his fingers through Yoongi’s hair one more time.
“Bedtime?” Hoseok asks, his voice all soft again.
Yoongi simply turns around, puts his back to Hoseok, tries not to think about any of the things flitting through his mind.
Relaxing takes him a bit longer this time around, and falling asleep takes even longer, but he still gets there. Because he can’t not with Hoseok wrapped so tightly around him.