#Sope Angst

[theharrowing]

Showstopper 📸 3: Nobody has ever made me feel this way

Hoseok knows the rumors.

Everyone in the industry knows the rumors.

Min Yoongi is a player. Min Yoongi is a snake. Stand in front of Min Yoongi’s camera, and you will be just another one of his victims – prey for him to use as he pleases and toss away when he gets bored.

📸 Hoseok x Yoongi

📸 word count: 18.7k

📸 strangers to lovers, model & photographer au, angst, smut, fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+

📸 warnings: Hoseok & Yoongi switch; they are both hot and cold & there is plenty of angst; footsie that turns to cockstepping; explicit discussion of sexual acts; jealousy; attempts at communication; dry humping; hair pulling; use of "good boy"; mouth spitting; blowjobs; deepthroating; a lot of drool; brief delicate cheek slapping; cum swallowing; some overstimulation; frotting; Yoongi is surprisingly submissive; sexual acts happen while somewhat under the influence but not drunk.

📸 notes: this chapter is very dialogue heavy!!! i hope some plot points don't feel too rushed or contrived, but i am trying to squeeze everything into my 4 planned chapters, since i have so much on my plate! 💜

📸 written for the BTS Found Fest!

📸 thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading.

📸 posted jan. 2024 | read on ao3

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Hoseok cannot, for the life of him, pretend that kiss never happened. 

He may as well be drunk each day with the way he spaces out, misses instruction, and does not seem to be fully aware of his surroundings. He is clumsy, always staring at Yoongi's hands, and forgetting to change poses without being told. And to make matters worse, Yoongi's moodiness has ramped up. He is quick to snap his fingers and bark instructions. 

"Model," he will say, not using Hoseok's name, "get your head out of the fucking clouds, what is going on with you?"

With a shrug and maybe a yawn, Hoseok will sigh and bat his eyelashes. "Sorry, boss," he will make his voice soft and sweet as candy floss, "just tired this week."

The thing is, Hoseok is coasting until he finds out whether Dior wants more from him. He already has the cover and the money shots – the shit he is doing this week is all random filler images that Yoongi will keep a stock of in case he needs something for an ad. Random outfits, random backdrops, random accessories. 

Why he is bothering to do any of this right now seems pointless. It is almost as if Yoongi is just asking him to be around for the sake of having him around, and Hoseok finds it tedious. After his hot shot Dior campaign, he deserves a vacation. He wore a merkin, for fuck's sake. 

During the third day of this nonsense, Namjoon comes sighing into the makeup room, shaking his head. There are other models around, so he waits to get up close to Hoseok's ear to mutter, "You're really getting under his skin. Are you trying to get fired?"

Hoseok simply stares at him with one eyebrow raised. He knows Yoongi has told Namjoon about the kiss – he tells Namjoon about everything. 

Namjoon confirms that he at least knows something by rolling his eyes, shaking his head, and saying, "Well, he has asked me to invite you to dinner with him today so the two of you can speak."

"I have nothing to say to him," Hoseok says, holding out his perfectly manicured left hand to inspect whether his nails are still shiny and well-groomed – they are. "If he wants to invite me out, he can do it, himself."

On top of everything else, Hoseok is playing hard to get. If Yoongi wants to see or speak to him, he can earn the right. One does not barge into Hoseok's apartment, surprise him with a life-altering kiss, and then carry on like everything is fine. Absolutely not. 

He wants to annoy Yoongi by playing footsie with him under a restaurant booth, or seduce him up in his big, dark office, but not let him have anything more than another kiss. Just to show him that he is not fully in control. 

But he doesn't want to make it obvious to the other models. He has no desire to commiserate with them over the ways Yoongi has used them. 

Ultimately, Hoseok wants to come out on top – figuratively and literally. He wants to have Yoongi sprawled out across that big, leather-topped desk of his, moaning Hoseok's name in his deep, raspy timbre. That's the goal. 

Namjoon pulls out his phone and thumbs around, dimples on display as he smiles to himself. Hoseok likes it when Namjoon plays along with his cattiness, and he imagines that Namjoon is relaying his message to Yoongi. 

Meanwhile, models come and go, all shooting with different photographers throughout the massive studio space. Only Hoseok and a woman named Sunmi have Yoongi's attention, and Hoseok has been attempting to watch like a hawk to see if any flirtatious behavior is exchanged, but much to his chagrin, Sunmi only seems to be behind Yoongi's lens when Hoseok is busy getting his hair and makeup done. 

He wonders how many more models Yoongi will kiss this week. How many does he text to ask if they need a ride home? How many go out to lunch with him in secluded corner booths and shower at his home studio?

Whereas before, Hoseok thought he was catching feelings for Yoongi, now he is determined for it to be a power play only. He just wants to fuck him once to get it out of his system – mark up that round little ass of his. Then he can leave this whole stupid company behind. 

Hoseok is balls deep in a mental image of Yoongi bent over his large desk when he hears the man's voice cut through his imagination, bringing him back to reality.

"Hoseok."

He looks up to find Yoongi's head peeking into the room. Namjoon is still present, still on his phone, but Hoseok can tell by his expression – by the way his eyes are staring unmoving at the device – that he is definitely eavesdropping. 

"Yes, boss?" Hoseok asks with as much indifference as he can muster. 

"How would you like to come on a little field trip with me? Dior wants to discuss a second round of outfits, and I could use some dinner."

Hoseok stretches his back and lets out a deep sigh, then he slouches in his chair and shrugs, acting bored. "Sure. Sounds fun."

Rather than respond, Yoongi simply leaves the room. Hoseok stands to follow, but Namjoon stops him in his tracks. 

"Let's find you something nice to wear," he says.

Hoseok looks down at his favorite baby blue cropped tee and low-rise daisy duke denim shorts and says, "What are you talking about? I look amazing."

"I didn't say you didn't look amazing," Namjoon responds with a playful smile. "But I just think you should wear something a touch more put together."

By now, all of the models have left the room, and Namjoon closes the door. 

"Why?" Hoseok asks conspiratorially. "Is he taking me somewhere nice? Gonna butter me up? Or finally apologize? Maybe try to corner me for another stupid fucking kiss?"

With a sigh, Namjoon turns to a rack of black and white clothing and begins to search until he pulls out a black blazer, black slacks, and a delicate off-white silk blouse. Hoseok rolls his eyes dramatically but cannot hold back a smile as he strips down and allows Namjoon to play dress up. 

The blouse has a deep v-neck that hangs gracefully down to the valley of his pecs, and he wears the fitted blazer fully open, with the blouse tucked into tight, fitted slacks that are accentuated nicely with a black leather belt. Namjoon dusts a thin black line around Hoseok's eyes and chooses a pair of chunky black loafers for him to wear. 

While Namjoon is digging through a chest for jewelry pieces, there are three soft knocks on the door, followed by it slowly opening and Yoongi sticking his head back into the room. Hoseok stares at his boss, watching as his eyes widen and then settle back to their cold natural state. 

"We're just about finished, boss," Namjoon says. 

Yoongi heavy-blinks and nods once, then says, "I'll be in the car."

Hoseok is no fool – he knows that behavior well. "He wants me so bad," he says, giggling to himself while cold metal is draped around his neck and fastened into place. 

Namjoon has chosen a stack of delicate gold chains that drape and cascade beautifully with the deep neck of the blouse. Hoseok dances his fingertips along one of the thickest chains and smiles into the mirror. 

"Joonie Baboonie, you have such an eye for style."

"Baboonie?" Namjoon asks with a chuckle as Hoseok spins on his toes and pats Namjoon on one of his big, strong biceps. 

"Yes, Baboonie! You got this primal ape thickness to you," he says, giving Namjoon's arm a squeeze. 

Namjoon gasps and yanks his arm away, pretending to be scandalized. "I don't even know what to think right now."

"Trust me, it's a compliment," Hoseok says as he turns toward the door, looking over his shoulder to add, "You're easily one of the hottest men on this peninsula."

The tips of Namjoon's ears turn a precious shade of red, and Hoseok grabs his phone, wallet, and keys from where they sit on the vanity counter and slide them into his borrowed pockets, giggling to himself over how fun it is to rile Namjoon up. 

He takes his time walking through the studio, to the large front doors ahead, listening to shutters snap closed while photographers and directors instruct and praise and ask more from their models. Despite feeling fed up with Yoongi's antics, he is proud to be part of this world, and he holds his head high as he pauses before the sliding glass doors and waits for them to open wide. 

It is early evening, still bright and warm outside. Hoseok spots the familiar SUV sitting curbside and is pleased to find only Yoongi waiting for him. He can play coy all he wants in the presence of others, but he is not so sure he can hold up the façade around Seokjin, and the man's absence is a relief. 

Yoongi wears a black mask over his nose and mouth, as well as black sunglasses, and when Hoseok opens the door and slides into the front seat, Yoongi points to the glove compartment and says, "Disguise, please."

Now that Hoseok is alone with Yoongi, he fully takes in his appearance. Between being photographed by him earlier in the day and now, he has changed from his typical flowing black rags into a white button-up top with long, sharp lapels, and charcoal grey slacks that strain against his thighs. His hair has so much volume that the tips fan out in pretty waves, and Hoseok openly stares, feeling his feigned impassiveness crash down around him. 

There is no way he is going to be able to have the upper hand if Yoongi is this fucking pretty. 

"Hoseok," Yoongi says, "we don't have all day."

Hoseok clears his throat, blinks Yoongi from view, and leans to open the glove compartment. Inside is a pair of black sunglasses and an unused black mask, and he reaches for each item to put on.

"Why the disguises?" he asks. 

"I don't like my identity being widely spread, and there always seems to be someone in the high-end districts waiting for me to waltz into a shop or restaurant. Better safe than sorry."

"Why is that?" Hoseok asks, adjusting the mask to fit comfortably over his nose.

Yoongi sighs. "The last thing I need is for the press to see me taking my models out to eat and spread the word that I'm fucking them."

"Because you are," Hoseok mutters. 

"Flirting is not the same as fucking."

Hoseok rolls his eyes and tips his head in Yoongi's direction. His voice is low but challenging as he asks, "How many of them do you fuck, boss?"

It is a shame Yoongi's face is covered; Hoseok would love to see his expression as he says, "Currently, none."

With a hum, Hoseok turns to reach for his seatbelt. He does not believe Yoongi for a second, but he is still happy with the claim. 

"Where are we off to?" Hoseok asks in a far more chipper voice.

Yoongi sighs, turning Hoseok's attention back to him. He has his sunglasses pulled down to the bridge of his nose, and his eyes appear somewhat sad. 

"Look, I'm sorry for kissing you. I should have asked…or…I don't know…refrained."

"Yup," Hoseok responds snarkily.

"But we need to at least pretend things are normal, for the sake of professionality. Otherwise I will not be able to continue having you at M Magazine. I really don't want to let you go, Hoseok."

"Because I'm a good investment. I know."

Another sigh. "Is that really how you feel?"

Hoseok rolls his eyes again, thankful that his expression is hidden, because he suddenly feels dangerously close to crying. He takes his time to think about his response, and then he shrugs. Yoongi is fucking insane if he thinks Hoseok is going to give him an ounce of his dignity.

"I thought we didn't have all day?" he asks, instead.

Yoongi slowly blinks, then says, "We have time for this. If there's something we need to discuss, I can always make time for it."

"Wow, so caring," Hoseok drawls sarcastically. "You're really good at putting on the good boy act when it's just the two of us. How many other models do you do this for?"

Yoongi squints, pushes his sunglasses back into place, and presses the ignition start button. Then he simply asks, "Sushi?"

"Sushi sounds great," Hoseok responds genuinely as he sits back and looks out the windshield, eyes trailing over details he barely registers of vehicles and trees. 

Off they drive. Hoseok spaces out entirely, blocking out everything ahead. Instead, he fights with his own emotions, unsure how he would like to proceed. 

He wants to tease Yoongi, and ultimately break him down. And in order to do so, he knows he needs to drop the snark. But Yoongi has genuinely pissed him off, and it is difficult not to bring it up. 

When the racing thoughts get to be too overwhelming, Hoseok reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone. He has Namjoon's number saved from their spa day, and he pulls up his contact.

Hoseok Joon Baboon, this man is driving me insane. Please snitch on your bestie and tell me what he said about The Kiss™. I feel claustrophobic in this car because I don't know what the fuck this man is thinking.

Hoseok assumes Namjoon is still at work, but there is a chance he is between models, or packing up for the day. It is rare for anyone to stay past five, and it is a quarter to five now. 

For good measure, he also sends a text to Jeongguk. He is eager to pick his friend's brain if Jeongguk is willing to talk about his experience with Yoongi. 

Hoseok Ggukieee!!! Drinks later? On me? I'm having a crisis that only you could understand.

He places his phone face down on his leg and patiently waits, staring out the side window at all the tall glass and concrete buildings. This side of the city is where all the money is. Designer shops, high-end restaurants, five-star hotels. 

Yoongi pulls up to a valet stand, takes a deep, slow breath, and shuts the ignition off. Hoseok swallows thickly, wondering if there really might be members of the press lingering around, waiting to photograph his boss – and, by extension, him. 

As soon as Yoongi is out of the car, Hoseok follows suit, unbuckling and slowly opening his door. He has no idea why his heart pounds, and he glances around at his surroundings, noticing the way people stop and take in his appearance. 

"For Min," Yoongi says as he hands the valet attendant his key. 

The attendant bows and Yoongi turns to Hoseok, nods his chin, and walks toward a large glass door. 

Hoseok follows close behind, trying to elongate his steps to accentuate the beautiful garments he wears rather than prance ahead quickly. He feels like royalty in the outfit Namjoon has dressed him in, and he intends to savor each second he spends in it.

Yoongi holds the door open, and Hoseok steps inside. Immediately, he is hit with rich umami and spicy scents, and he stops and waits for Yoongi to step ahead and say, "Two for Min," to the hostess.

"Right this way," she says, leading the two of them through a lavish restaurant furnished in gold, crystal, and jade, with copious amounts of natural lighting. 

She leads them to a section of private booths with tall wooden walls – an area that is much more dim and intimate than the main dining hall – and she points to a booth all the way at the end. There are no other patrons in this area of the restaurant, yet Yoongi only removes his sunglasses once they are seated. 

"The usual?" she asks, and Yoongi turns his attention to Hoseok. 

"I usually get an assortment of sashimi, as well as inari, miso soup, and sake."

"That sounds good," Hoseok mutters, feeling inexplicably shy as he removes his sunglasses and scoots to the center of the booth. 

"The usual, for two," Yoongi nods to the hostess, who bows and walks away. He busies himself with unfolding his napkin and placing it over his lap, and then pulls out his cell phone. 

Hoseok pulls his phone out, as well. And in that moment, it vibrates.

Joon Baboon All he said was that he made a mistake. He feels like he broke your trust and pissed you off, and for that, he feels guilty. 

Hoseok rolls his eyes and bites his lip to prevent from smiling. 

Hoseok Is that what this fancy as fuck sushi dinner is about?

Joon Baboon You didn't hear it from me…

Hoseok  The magic words!!! 

Joon Baboon But, yes. 

"About Dior," Yoongi says, causing Hoseok to set his phone down on the booth beside his leg and lift his attention to his boss. "Technically, the contract is over if you are pleased with all we have done. But they have reached out to express interest in having you model the upcoming winter line."

"Oh?" Hoseok perks up and folds his hands over his lap, watching as Yoongi pulls the mask from his mouth and neatly sets it aside. 

Yoongi is devastatingly pretty with his hair wild and curly. Especially with the crisp white shirt, his skin looks petal soft, and his lips have a slight gloss – kissable and sweet. Hoseok hates how quickly one look can make every wall he attempts to build around his heart buckle and crumble to his feet. 

"Cardigans, hoodies, handbags," Yoongi continues, "possibly sneakers. Oh, and they have a grey wide-legged wool pant that I believe you would be particularly stunning in, if that interests you."

Hoseok licks his lips and nods. For once, he has nothing snarky to say, and instead, he sits back and takes a deep breath. More Dior means more time spent with Yoongi acting as his agent. He feels conflicted. 

"Would this be something we begin soon?" Hoseok asks, suddenly feeling antsy and shifting in his seat. "Or would we draw up a new contract?"

Yoongi studies his face, then leans forward with his elbows on the table. "What would you like to do? Continue the current contract and get all of that out of the way, or pause with Dior in order to find representation with a more permanent agent?"

Hoseok gently nibbles on the inside of his lip. He figures he may as well be honest with Yoongi, despite how much he loathes putting his feelings on display.

Luckily for him, a server approaches with a tray of water and sake. Hoseok busies himself with picking up his water and having a slow cold sip while he watches Yoongi's large hands delicately pour small glasses of sake. He continues to sip while Yoongi sits back, and he can feel Yoongi watching him, so he sets down his glass and swallows back his anxiety as best as he can.

"In the event that Dior keeps thirsting for my good looks, I think I would like to find a more permanent agent."

He glances up and sees Yoongi watching him, chin resting against his folded hands.

"S-so, if you wouldn't mind putting me in touch with some," Hoseok continues, pulse quickening the longer Yoongi stares, "I would appreciate it."

"Alright," Yoongi says. "I can set up some interviews for this week."

"Thanks, boss," Hoseok mutters as he slides a soju glass forward.

"Any particular reason you are eager to pay money for representation?" Yoongi asks in a teasing voice as he pushes Hoseok's glass of sake forward, fingers lingering too long while Hoseok reaches for it.

The warm graze of their fingers makes Hoseok swallow thickly and yank his cup to his lips. Yoongi's signature smirk is back, and it fills his tummy with butterflies and regret.

"Maybe," is all Hoseok is willing to say. 

Yoongi hums, then lifts his glass. "How much sake will it take until you comfortably tell me what's on your mind?" he asks.

Hoseok scoffs, referring to the other night as he says, "At least three bottles."

Yoongi lifts an eyebrow and softly chuckles. They tap their glasses together, and Hoseok shoots the liquid back, savoring the almost buttery quality that shines through the semi-sweet flavor.

"How much will it take for you to be honest about your intentions with me?" Hoseok tries. 

Yoongi lets out a slow exhale. "My intentions are to assist you with finding an agent to represent you for the rest of your brand contracts, and to continue assisting you with putting your best face forward in the hottest magazine in South Korea."

Hoseok hums and licks his lips. He wants to challenge Yoongi further, but he worries that this is not the place for that.

The booth rattles with an incoming text message, and Yoongi's eyes follow the sound, then lift to Hoseok, asking, "You gonna check that?"

Hoseok rolls his eyes and laughs humorlessly to himself, reaching for his phone. "You're insufferable," he mutters under his breath. 

"Well, you aren't willing to speak openly with me," Yoongi quips, "so you may as well entertain yourself somehow."

Hoseok tongues the inside of his cheek as he lifts his phone, sees that it is a message from Jeongguk, and unlocks his screen to read it.

"Do you like wasabi in your soy sauce?" Yoongi asks, and Hoseok flicks his gaze up briefly, annoyed with his sudden change in topic. 

"Sure," he says, dropping his gaze down to his phone. 

Ggukie Bun Drinks sound fun, but idk how much I wanna talk about that man…you'll have to loosen me up quite a bit to get me to spill, hyungie.

He sends a quick response—

Hoseok You got yourself a deal, bunny. I'll hit you up when I'm finished with dinner.

—and slides his phone into his pants pocket before leaning forward with his elbows against the table.

"You want me to talk?" Hoseok challenges, keeping his voice low in case there are people sitting in nearby booths. "Alright, boss, I'll talk about anything you want. Pick my brain, since you're so eager."

Yoongi smirks and the sight alone has Hoseok's frustration reaching an all new high. The audacity of this man to push his buttons so much; he is going to lose his fucking mind. 

Hoseok watches as Yoongi uses his chopsticks to mix a dollop of wasabi into a small square dish that he has poured soy sauce into, eyes glued to his long fingers cradling the black lacquered utensils.

"So, you're saying I don't have to spend eight hundred thousand won on booze to get you to open up?" Yoongi teases as he lays his chopsticks down across an empty dish. 

"Eight hundred—" Hoseok gasps, then looks at the ceramic carafe in the center of the table. "What?"

"I know, one hundred and thirty thousand won is a lot for just one bottle, but I rather like how smooth this one is."

Hoseok chuckles and shakes his head. "You cannot be serious."

Yoongi's voice drops an octave as he leans forward and says, "Don't think I wouldn't spend that kind of money on you, Hoseok. Especially if it gets those pretty lips talking."

All the little hairs on Hoseok's body stand at full attention. He has half a mind to excuse himself to run outside for some fresh air. 

"Pretty lips?" Hoseok asks, instead, unable to hide the tremble in his voice. 

Yoongi's smirk becomes a grin, and there is a devious glimmer in his eyes as he says, "I quite liked the taste of soju on your tongue, but I bet this sake would be even better."

Nervous laughter rocks through Hoseok's chest, and he holds his left hand up and shakes his head, muttering, "Okay, you need to stop."

"Awe, what's the matter, Hoseok?" Yoongi teases.

"I am so fucking serious."

Yoongi sits back, resting his hands on the top of the dark wooden table, and Hoseok allows himself to stare at his short, tidy nails and knobby knuckles. 

"Is that why you no longer want me to be your agent?" Yoongi asks. "Eager for another kiss?"

"Fuck it," Hoseok grumbles to himself as he sits tall, looks Yoongi in the eye, and says, "Yeah. That is why."

Yoongi watches Hoseok, eyes trailing from his eyes to his lips and back up. He appears to have something to say, but for once, is holding back. 

Servers approach with trays of food, starting with the miso soup and inari, then the sashimi. Hoseok thanks the servers, smiles impatiently at Yoongi, and then waits for him to start eating. 

But Yoongi keeps his eyes on Hoseok. He slowly blinks, saying nothing, and Hoseok takes a deep, fortifying breath and says, "Yoongi-ssi, I would like to eat. Please start."

"Sorry," Yoongi utters softly, lifting his burgundy napkin and tucking one corner delicately into the neck of his shirt. 

Hoseok rolls his eyes and sits back with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest. Whatever game Yoongi is playing at, it is wearing him out. 

"I was just thinking," Yoongi says as he reaches for his small bowl of soup and lifts it to his lips. He blows delicately at the broth and says, "Seokjin may have room to represent you."

Hoseok sits forward and reaches for his own small black plastic bowl with red along the rim, and he lifts it to his lips. "Seokjin-ssi works as an agent?"

Yoongi sips at his soup and closes his eyes. A smile graces his lips, and Hoseok forgets for a moment how hungry he is – all he can do is stare.

"Seokjin started out as my in-house agent," Yoongi says as his eyelids flutter open. "But then he got bored of dealing with fussy models and slowly transitioned to becoming my assistant. Sorry, my goon."

A hint of a smile tugs at Hoseok's lips before he can stop himself. He has a sip of the miso soup, and the rich savory broth instantly warms him, sending a chill along his spine as he adjusts to the sudden change in temperature. With another salty sip, a small square of tofu glides between his lips and practically melts on his tongue, and Hoseok understands why Yoongi reacts the way he does to savoring this soup. It really is delicious, and the perfect starter to the meal. 

"I'm not sure he would enjoy representing me, then," Hoseok jokes, holding the bowl close to his lips. Steam rises from the broth, and he enjoys the way it dances over his skin. "I'm pretty fussy."

Yoongi chuckles, shakes his head, and mutters, "You're not that bad," before having another sip. 

Hoseok sets his half-finished soup aside and reaches for his chopsticks. The inari is calling his name, and he reaches for a piece while Yoongi sets his empty soup bowl down, and he dips it rice-side-down into the soy sauce and wasabi.

Although inari is a simple dish of sticky rice tucked inside a soft, fried pocket of bean curd, there is a semi-sweetness to it that, paired with soy and wasabi, is quite delicious. He does his best to only bite the edge of it, leaning over his bowl to catch stray grains of rice that fall. 

He alternates between nibbles of the inari and slices of sashimi, hardly taking his eyes off the table until the meal is nearly finished. Yoongi fills the glasses of sake, and he stands slightly to reach across the table and set Hoseok's close to him. 

With Yoongi hovering over the table, looming over Hoseok, the breath catches in Hoseok's throat. He watches as Yoongi smiles slightly and licks his lips, then settles back in his seat.

"How many models are you regularly kissing and flirting with?" Hoseok asks, reaching for his sake.

Yoongi shakes his head, and mutters, "Hoseok—"

"I'm serious," Hoseok interrupts, sitting tall in his seat. "Whatever it is you're doing with me, I don't want it if this is something you're doing with someone else, too. The rides home and gentle knee touches…all of it. I'm serious."

"I'm not taking anyone else on dinner dates or squeezing anyone else's knee," Yoongi insists. "The only other model I am spending time with is Sunmi, but I am not eager to piss off her partner."

"But if she were single—" Hoseok attempts. 

Yoongi shuts him down, "No, Hoseok." He snickers and reaches for his cup of sake. "Not even if she were single."

Hoseok raises his eyebrow. "You aren't fucking Seori?"

At this, Yoongi chuckles. "Did Namjoon tell on me?" When Hoseok says nothing, he continues, "Seori and I had a fling once."

"When?"

"Months ago."

Hoseok tongues the inside of his mouth. "How many months ago?"

Yoongi lifts his sake and shoots it back, then reaches for the carafe to give himself a refill. "Hoseok, you and I shared one kiss. That hardly gives you grounds to interrogate me."

With a heavy sigh, Hoseok extends his right foot, reaching until he feels the toe of his loafer make gentle contact with the side of Yoongi's leg. Yoongi looks down, then up, and raises an eyebrow.

"You intend to share more than just one kiss with me," Hoseok challenges, scooting forward and rubbing his toe higher. "Don't you?"

Yoongi swallows visibly. "This is hardly appropriate behavior to conduct with your boss, Hoseok."

"You started it," Hoseok says plainly, dancing the edge of his shoe against Yoongi's knee. "Call Seokjin. Ask him to represent me."

Yoongi dances his tongue between his teeth as he watches Hoseok. Then he rolls his eyes, reaches one hand below the table, and grazes his fingertips over the joint of Hoseok's ankle. Despite it being a light, innocuous touch, Hoseok's exhale comes out a bit shaky, and he sets down his neglected cup of sake. 

"What is it that you want, exactly?" Yoongi asks. 

He scoots forward, causing Hoseok's shoe to graze his inner thigh. And despite how unaffected Yoongi seems by the movement, Hoseok's heart pounds at the thought. 

"I don't know," Hoseok lies, taking a deep breath and stretching his leg forward. 

Hoseok can feel the moment the toe of his shoe very lightly grazes Yoongi's crotch. Yoongi's lips gently part, and Hoseok knows he must look ridiculous with his mouth hanging halfway open but it is the only way he can hope to breathe; the air feels far thicker than it had moments ago. 

"You don't know?" Yoongi challenges, scooting forward again. 

The bottom of Hoseok's loafer presses firmly against Yoongi's crotch, and at the same time, both men gasp. Yoongi's eyelids flutter ever so slightly while Hoseok's mouth and eyes widen. 

Yoongi tips his head to the side and asks, "Then what are you doing?"

"Fucking with you," Hoseok mutters before he can stop himself. "Wanted to see how far I could push you."

"Ah," Yoongi responds, resting a hand against Hoseok's shoe while the other pushes the hem of his pants upward to gently grab his ankle, skin against skin. "Well, you have yet to reach your limit."

A server approaches, and Hoseok instinctively attempts to yank his leg away, but Yoongi holds his foot in place with one hand while tugging the napkin from where it is tucked into his shirt and draping it over Hoseok's shoe. 

"Is there anything more I can bring you tonight?" the server asks, glancing between Yoongi, Hoseok, and what is left of their meal. 

"One more bottle should be good," Yoongi says, leaning forward and pressing himself against the sole of Hoseok's shoe while grabbing the sake carafe to give it a shake. 

There seems to be liquid inside, and Yoongi reaches with his other hand, silently asking Hoseok for his cup. 

"One more bottle coming right up," the server says as they turn to walk away. 

Hoseok watches Yoongi, feeling trapped in place and dumbfounded, foot lodged between Yoongi's thighs. 

"Cup?" Yoongi asks, making Hoseok heavy-blink and reach for his sake.

Hoseok slams back the drink, sighing through the sudden onslaught of very tasty liquid. He holds his cup out toward Yoongi, cradling it delicately in the fingers of both hands while Yoongi fills it with more clear sake.

He fills his own cup next, sets down the carafe, and lifts the cup. "To finding you an agent," he says with a grin.

Hoseok lifts his cup and nods, then shoots the liquid back. He reaches for the carafe, but Yoongi tuts his tongue against the roof of his mouth, insisting on being the one to handle it. 

By the time the server returns, the sake is gone, and a new carafe is set between them. Yoongi does not seem to notice the fact that Hoseok's shoe is still in place between his legs, and Hoseok makes no move to drop it. 

"Ah, right," Yoongi says after pouring them another glass. "I forgot that I have business to attend to."

Hoseok watches as Yoongi pulls out his phone, tipping his head to the side curiously. 

Yoongi thumbs around, then holds the phone to his ear, eyes on Hoseok as he smiles and says, "Seokjinie-hyung…might I ask you for a favor?"

* * *

The second round of sake renders the two of them unable to swing by Dior and peruse their winter line. Or, perhaps the game of footsie distracted them from their goal. Likely, it is a combination of both. 

Hoseok opts not to get dropped off at home first, which is a mistake. Jeongguk is already at their favorite dive bar, and he watches as Hoseok gets out of Yoongi's vehicle, undoubtedly clocking the way he stumbles as his legs remember how to walk. 

To make matters worse, Yoongi must notice Hoseok wave to Jeongguk, who sits directly behind where Hoseok stands, on a rickety metal chair on the bar patio, smoking a cigarette while wearing a skin-tight black shirt tucked into baggy black pants. 

"You know him?" Yoongi asks, turning back to Hoseok, who pats his pockets down to make sure he has everything, standing beside the open passenger door. Yoongi wears the mask over his mouth, but his eyes are visible.

"I do," Hoseok says. "Why? Do you?"

Yoongi studies Hoseok briefly, then says, "He looks like someone I've photographed before."

"Interesting!" Hoseok chirps, drawing out the syllables.

"Something tells me you already know about this," Yoongi grumbles somewhat defensively. 

Hoseok grins, sarcastically asking, "No…why would you think that?"

"Drink water," Yoongi says with a hint of concern that breaks through the annoyance in his eyes, clearly eager to change the topic and leave. "And text me if you need a ride home."

Hoseok sighs and waves Yoongi off, muttering, "I can take care of myself," then he closes the door and stumbles onto the sidewalk, giggling as he nearly trips over his own feet. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jeongguk grumbles as Hoseok approaches.

Hoseok is definitely more than tipsy, but he blames his giddiness for his inability to function properly. Seokjin had agreed over the phone to represent Hoseok, meaning once they sign a new contract, Hoseok will feel more confident to pursue his pretty boss. 

He also felt Yoongi become rock-hard under his shoe, but that is a detail he does his best to block out for the time being. That one he will unpack later, once he is home alone. 

"Business dinner," Hoseok responds, doing his best to act sober. He plops himself down in a chair across from Jeongguk and sighs dramatically, wishing he had a glass of water.

"Business dinner?" Jeongguk parrots incredulously. "Dressed like that? Stumbling around drunk? Be serious. I thought you were in crisis mode?"

"I am in peak crisis mode," Hoseok insists. "And anyway, Namjoon dressed me like this. Doesn't he have good taste."

"Namjoon," Jeongguk says in a dreamy tone, lips tugging into a smile. "Should have let him rail me, instead. He was way nicer."

"I bet you still could," Hoseok mutters, fighting the urge to take out his phone and text Namjoon to ask if he would be interested.

Jeongguk looks out into the distance, doe eyes bright and shining. Then he shrugs, and says, "Maybe some other time," and sits back, taking a drag of his diminishing cigarette. "So, what did you want to discuss?"

"Well, Ggukie, I was wondering if you would be open to telling me about what happened between you and my boss."

Jeongguk takes a sharp inhale of nicotine and holds it in. Then he shakes his head and blows a plume of smoke out toward the street. "Nah. Too sober."

Hoseok rolls his eyes and stands up quickly, holding his hand out to Jeongguk while saying, "Let's fix that."

* * *

Two bars and several rounds of shots later, Jeongguk and Hoseok are sitting on the couch in the back of some dingy neighborhood haunt that only people in their mid-twenties seem to patronize. Hoseok has his legs up on a low wooden table on which neglected pint glasses of water sit creating rings of condensation around their bases, and Jeongguk has his legs draped over Hoseok's lap.

"It was just little shit at first, you know?" Jeongguk mutters, eyes half-squinted in part because there are several bright neon beer signs just to the right of Hoseok's head giving off a greenish-blueish glow. 

Hoseok nods.

"Little touches here and there, using pet names and favoritism, asking me to come to his office, inviting me to his studio. He took it slow at first, as if to suss out whether I was interested. But of course I was interested. I mean, you've fucking seen him."

Hoseok nods a little more emphatically; he absolutely has seen him.

"But then he got really assertive, pressing against me in his office, muttering shit like," Jeongguk's voice drops to a low, mocking octave, "we shouldn't be doing this, and, you drive me crazy, and, I can't keep my hands off you."

Hoseok remembers Yoongi cornering him in the makeup room. But you understand why we can’t do that, yes?

"Then one thing led to another, and he had me draped over the couch of his studio with his tongue in my ass."

"Oh my god," Hoseok mutters, in part because he was not expecting this conversation to veer into this territory so abruptly and in part because he has sat on that couch several times!

Jeongguk says nothing more, only stares ahead as if whatever he is searching for is lightyears away. 

"So…" Hoseok attempts, "then what?"

With a loud sigh, Jeongguk says, "Then we started fucking. Often. At his place, in his office, in the restroom at a fancy sushi spot."

"Oh my god," Hoseok mutters once more, eyes widening while staring out at the busy bar but not looking at anything in particular. "He took me to a fancy sushi spot."

"I've never had someone so eager to make me cum, like…god, the shit that man does. I pretty much stayed prepped and ready to bottom at all times."

"He was always in control?" Hoseok asks.

"Always. And it was amazing until it wasn't. Some girl named Seori was hired and he dropped me like a sweet potato."

Hoseok frowns, turning his gaze to Jeongguk. "Awe, Ggukie. Not a sweet potato."

Jeongguk nods slowly, nibbling on the inside of his mouth. "I know I shouldn't have taken it personally, but it was…it was a lot. He always said he wasn't into relationships but it was hard not wanting more from someone who made me feel so good."

Hoseok heavy-blinks, gazing around the bar, at people standing and sitting, talking and shouting about this or that. He idly traces his fingertips over the hems of Jeongguk's baggy jeans, trying to sort out what he should do. 

On the one hand, he really wants to try to make Yoongi hand over control and grovel for him. But he also feels sad for his friend. Jeongguk seems to have gotten lost in his mind again, and Hoseok is no better. He still has so many questions, but it is hard to pull any one of them coherently to the surface. 

Finally, Jeongguk sits up straight, removing his legs from Hoseok's lap while muttering, "I think I'm going to venture out and find a sweet potato vendor."

"Okay," Hoseok says, mind still swirling with all the new information. He is definitely drunk enough to call it a night, but he also considers joining Jeongguk on his quest. "Yeah, okay, I think I would also like a sweet potato."

As Hoseok and Jeongguk venture out into the night, the details of events become foggy. He stumbles down the sidewalk for an indeterminate amount of time, and suddenly he is at a food cart pulling notes from his wallet in exchange for a piping hot, foil-wrapped sweet potato. 

Next, he is at a small metal table sitting next to Jeongguk, typing a haphazard text message to Namjoon that reads, Eating a sweet potato and thinking of you. Because you are semi-sweet and also thicc. You and Jeongguk would make a cute couple btw!

Then he is shivering, still at the same small table, answering a phone call from Yoongi. He hugs his arms around himself tight while Jeongguk stumbles off into the night, toward his apartment two blocks away – also in the direction Hoseok lives. 

"You sure you don't need a ride?" Yoongi asks, voice deep and caring. 

"I'm like three blocks away," Hoseok insists, getting up to stumble in the direction of his drunk friend. "It would take you longer to come to me than it would take me to walk there."

Yoongi hums. “At least stay on the phone with me while you walk?”

Hoseok grins, ignoring the fluttering of his heart as he mutters, “Geez, obsessed with me, much?”

"Excuse me for caring," Yoongi responds, sounding somewhat affronted.

Hoseok chuckles and walks slowly, watching his feet meet brick, attempting but failing to step on as few cracks as possible. He smiles and says, "I don't know, I'm drunk enough that I might start saying regrettable things."

There is a pause, followed by, "Such as…?"

"Such as that I know you used to fuck my friend," Hoseok giggles, squeezing his eyes closed for a second because he knows he must have pushed Yoongi's buttons. "He told me all about your moves, Yoongi, and how you pretty much used the same formula that you're using with me. Which begs the question…which cute newcomer will take my spot, and how long do I have before I'm dropped like a hot little sweet potato?"

The sigh on the other end of the line is so audible, Hoseok can picture the downturn in Yoongi's eyes and the way his lips slightly frown while he is thinking. 

When he says nothing, Hoseok continues, "See, I warned you," dragging each vowel out dramatically.

"And what would you like me to say, Hoseok? Shall I call Jeongguk and apologize to him?"

"Nah," Hoseok responds, glancing up at brick buildings, pleased that he is still stumbling the correct way. "That would just piss him off."

Ahead, Jeongguk has stopped to lean against a tree and light a cigarette, and Hoseok makes note of the way his flat tummy curves from the way he stands slightly hunched over before his hips are swallowed whole by baggy jeans. He pictures Yoongi's large hands pressing on those hips and the way Jeongguk must have gasped so sweetly. 

Then, Hoseok shakes his head, attempting to dispel the thought; he needs to get laid.

"But you have some reason for bringing this up?" Yoongi asks. 

With a sigh, Hoseok says, "I just hate to think my days are numbered. It's exciting to have caught your attention, but it seems," he drags the word out playfully, "that your attention is fleeting."

"We can talk about this when we're both sober," Yoongi mutters lowly.

Not wanting Jeongguk to overhear Hoseok talking to Yoongi, he stops in his tracks. Sadness sweeps over him, and his body undulates like overcooked pasta ever so slightly in place. Although the sweet potato has bought him a little time before blacking out, he is still quite drunk.

"Are we doing anything productive tomorrow?" Hoseok whines. "These last few days of random shoots have felt pointless, and…I might throw up."

"You might throw up tonight from being drunk, or tomorrow from being bored?" Yoongi clarifies. 

"Honestly…" Hoseok screws up his face, thinking it over. "Both."

Yoongi chuckles. "I can't believe my top model is calling in sick because he was out drinking all night."

Hoseok is quick to push the blame. "You got me drunk first!"

Yoongi laughs and it is a pretty, rich, deep melody that causes Hoseok to sway. Then he says, "Seok…you know tomorrow is Saturday, right?"

Relief washes over Hoseok, and he nearly stumbles to his knees. "Oh, thank god."

"I would like to see you briefly, tomorrow, though," Yoongi adds. "If you are available. Seokjin would like to iron out a contract and have everything set in stone as quickly as possible so that he can move forward with your next round of Dior shoots. We can meet up in the evening, if you prefer?"

Ahead, Jeongguk has continued to walk home, so Hoseok continues, as well. 

"Were these random ass shoots just your excuse to keep seeing me?" Hoseok asks coyly. 

"Hoseok," Yoongi drawls, making Hoseok inhale deeply as a tingle works over his body from the sound. He hums in response, and Yoongi continues, "Please stay on topic. Will you be available to sign the contract tomorrow?"

Hoseok grins. "Only if you can admit that you kept me around this week just to see me."

"I would rather talk about my feelings for you once we are sober and you have that contract with Seokjin signed."

"Your feelings for me," Hoseok mutters, mostly to himself. 

There is a pause, followed by Yoongi asking, "Are you home yet?"

Hoseok stares at the silhouettes of trees and square buildings ahead, the darkness broken by glowing street lamps. "One more block."

"I could have picked you up by now."

Hoseok sighs. "You totally could not have. And anyway, I wanted to walk."

"Were you dishonest about how far the walk is? Or are you having a more leisurely stroll than usual?"

"Jeongguk stopped ahead and I didn't want to catch up to him while on the phone with you."

Yoongi sighs. "How long have you known that Jeongguk and I have a past?"

In far too chipper of a tone, Hoseok says, "Since the day I was hired."

Yoongi says nothing, and Hoseok wishes he could see his expression. At this point, he is too intoxicated to care whether he could be pushing Yoongi away. He still believes that no matter what, he will have a shot at fucking him at least once. It is not as if Hoseok has any interest in pursuing anything more with him. 

"Almost there," Hoseok chirps. He has a pep in his step now that his building is in view. It feels like ages since he has taken a nice hot shower, and he desperately wants to wash his face. "Oh, Hey, boss?"

Yoongi hums.

"Do you need this outfit back? Can you, like…deduct it from my paycheck, or something? Namjoon really put his babussy into this fit, and I might want to wear it again."

With a sigh, Yoongi mutters, "It's yours. Keep it."

"Thanks, boss. But how much do you think—"

"I'm not charging you for it, Hoseok. You're correct that it suits you well. Keep it."

Hoseok's cheeks warm, and he grins, raising his shoulders to his ears with glee and dropping them down. He makes his voice as soft as possible as he says, "Thanks, boss. You're too sweet."

Yoongi grunts, making Hoseok quietly laugh to himself. Either he has struck a nerve with Yoongi, the man is very tired, or both. 

"Alright, I'm walking up to the front door of my building. I'm home safe. You don't need to stay on the line any longer."

"Hoseok," Yoongi says, making him stop with his hand lifted to the knob, key dangling between his fingers. "Tomorrow, will you come discuss a new contract with Seokjin and I?"

"Oh," he mutters, sliding his key into the knob and twisting it open. "Yeah. Tomorrow evening is fine."

"Wonderful. I'll bring a lawyer along so that we can get everything finalized quickly."

Hoseok makes his way to the stairwell, slowly taking each step. "And then we'll celebrate?"

A pause, then, "How would you like to celebrate, Hoseok?"

Hoseok hums, making a show of the fact that he is giving this matter very serious thought, despite only one thing running through his head. 

"A kiss," he finally says, biting his lip as he shuffles down the hallway to his door. The closer he gets to his apartment, the heavier his limbs feel. 

"Alright," Yoongi grumbles, making Hoseok grin. "I will kiss you to celebrate."

Hoseok punches his code into the keypad beside his door, and when it clicks open, he lets out a long, happy sigh. Home at last.

"I'm in my apartment now. Gonna strip out of these clothes and take a nice, hot shower." Yoongi makes no sound, so Hoseok continues. "Maybe while I'm in there, I'll think about earlier, at the restaurant, with my foot pressed between your legs."

Yoongi sighs, and Hoseok steps from his shoes, feeling victorious. 

"I felt how hard you got under my toes. You liked it, boss."

"I did," Yoongi admits, voice low. 

"I liked it, too."

"Yeah?" 

Hoseok shrugs out of the blazer and delicately drapes it over the back of his couch, then he balances the phone between his ear and shoulder as he begins to unbuckle his belt. 

"Yeah. The way your lips parted and eyes widened, so faint and so eager to hold your pleasure in. Beautiful."

"I could say the same for you," Yoongi responds, voice breathy. Hoseok wonders if he is touching himself. "I saw how affected you became."

"I want to see you like that when you're not having to hold back," Hoseok practically moans. "I want to make you unravel."

Yoongi hums and Hoseok holds his breath, waiting for whatever delicious thing he may have to offer. 

But then he says, "We should talk about this when we're sober."

With a sigh, Hoseok's body feels worn and heavy; his spirits feel dashed. "You're right," he mutters. "Good night, boss."

"See you tomorrow, Hoseok."

Hoseok lowers the phone from his ear, grumbling, "See ya," as he hangs up.

* * *

Despite the joyous occasion, Yoongi behaves rather coldly. 

At first, Hoseok chalks it up to the fact that Seokjin and a lawyer are present to draw a new contract for his modeling representation. The document is straightforward; Seokjin insists on taking almost no money from Hoseok for his services, citing that he makes more than enough being Yoongi's personal goon – a word he says playfully, with a wink. 

They discuss long-term plans that stretch further than Hoseok's employment with M Magazine, should he move on to other publications, and everything feels official and exciting in a way Hoseok hasn't experienced since he graduated from college as a fresh face getting scouted by seedy, desperate photographers and art directors. 

But even as they bow to the lawyer and bid him farewell, there is something sour looming over Yoongi, like a bitter little storm cloud threatening to burst at any moment and become everyone else's problem. Seokjin even nudges him, attempting to crack jokes, but he rarely smiles, and he hardly makes eye contact with Hoseok. 

It feels like whiplash after how playful he was last night, and Hoseok wonders whether he was drunk enough to have imagined it. He hovers around the sofa, not feeling welcome enough to sit, but not sure whether he should leave. Until finally, Yoongi stretches and yawns, and Hoseok sees that as an opening. 

"Well, you're tired," he says, sliding his hands into the front pockets of his pressed, black fitted slacks. "I'm tired, as well. So I think I'll head out."

"Yah, Hoseokah!" Seokjin barks. "We should celebrate!"

A yawn works its way from Hoseok's chest, and he lifts his hand to cover his mouth. Seokjin flinches away as if he is at risk of catching some kind of virus from a yawn and frowns.

"We could schedule something for next weekend," he suggests. "Or whenever all of us are free."

"All of us are free right now," Seokjin insists. "Yoongichi, you don't have any extravagant dates planned, do you?"

Yoongi shakes his head, but his eyes are glued to his phone. He seems stressed out, and frankly, it annoys Hoseok. It feels rude to build up his excitement to see him this evening, only for him to act completely indifferent to Hoseok's presence.

"Why don't we all go out to celebrate once Seokjin and I have our first round of Dior shoots under our belt?" Hoseok recommends. 

Yoongi nods, eyes never leaving his phone, and Seokjin sighs but agrees. "Alright, sounds like a plan."

"Cool," Hoseok says, nodding listlessly, "then I'm going to head out."

Finally, Yoongi lifts his head to look at Hoseok fully. And for a split, brief, teeny tiny moment, Hoseok thinks Yoongi might finally be direct with him. But then his eyes fall back to his phone as he grumbles, "I'm glad the three of us could sort this out."

"Need a ride?" Seokjin asks. 

Hoseok shrugs but happily says, "I would appreciate it."

Seokjin approaches Yoongi and mutters something lowly before giving him a slap on the shoulder, which Yoongi more or less seems to ignore. Then he makes his way to the door, where Hoseok trails along to slide into the pretty black loafers he wore just last night. 

Hoseok does not say goodbye to Yoongi, and when they step into the elevator, he lets out a sigh.

"I hate when he gets preoccupied," Seokjin complains. 

Hoseok chuckles. "It's honestly pretty rude."

Hoseok pulls out his phone and sends Yoongi a message—

Hoseok The way you hardly looked at me tonight is absolutely crazy. I no longer want that celebratory kiss.

—then tucks the device into his pocket. He does not expect a response to come any time soon.

"I love him, and he's a great businessman, but he is kind of an idiot," Seokjin says, making Hoseok laugh. "He has no fucking interpersonal communication skills."

It feels good to laugh, and Hoseok does not hold back. He bends in half, gripping his knees as the cords of his untied black, silk modern hanbok hang past his knees. He has to apologize to someone once the doors slide open and he steps forward, nearly barreling into them.

"Geez, it's not that funny," Seokjin complains despite still laughing.

"Oh, it definitely is," Hoseok insists as they make their way out into the evening. 

* * *

Hoseok does not hear from Yoongi for the rest of the night while he is out with his friends at the club, nor the entirety of Sunday while he is letting Jimin distract him with brunch and shopping. 

And by Monday morning, when there is still no word, Hoseok decides he no longer cares. He has a shoot later in the morning with Yoongi, and he begrudgingly gets out of bed and goes through his routine as if it were a standard early morning, with the plan of stopping by his favorite café for a sweet treat and a latte.

The weather is hot but not stifling, and Hoseok wears the same flowing black silk modern hanbok top he wore to Yoongi's place on Saturday, untied over a tight black tank top and mid-length, black wool shorts. And, of course, his favorite new chunky black leather loafers. He tucks his phone, keys, wallet, and lip balm into a small black handbag and sets out for the day with a forced smile. 

And truthfully, the café trip does wonders for the residual sour mood Yoongi had put Hoseok in, leaving him in a much more positive headspace. That is, until he arrives at the studio. 

The familiar sights and sounds are like a weight on Hoseok's shoulders, but he holds his head high and makes a beeline through the expansive studio space to his sanctuary. The makeup room. 

Upon entering, Hoseok finds Seokjin and Namjoon standing by a metal rack of clothing, sifting through outfits. He sets his coffee down on the long vanity counter by the mirror wall and prances over to see what they have in store for him. 

"Yoongi wants us to start with this," Seokjin says as he pulls out a charcoal grey blazer and matching slacks.

Hoseok wonders if this is the grey wide-legged pant that Yoongi said he thinks Hoseok will look stunning in. He rolls his eyes at the memory, then smiles widely as he chirps, "Looks great, Jinie-hyung!"

It takes no time at all for Namjoon to have Hoseok dressed in the grey suit with his hair slicked back and his face made up. By now, they have the process down to a science; Hoseok hardly has a chance to get comfortable in the makeup chair. 

They opt not to pair the outfit with jewelry, but Hoseok wears black and white sneakers that he is not a fan of for this type of outfit. This look is currently all the rage with these high-end brands, and does not understand why.

"I'll let Yoongichi know we're ready for him," Seokjin says as he leaves the room, and Hoseok gives a thumbs-up.

"Wow, so Seokjin-hyung is your agent?" Namjoon asks. 

Hoseok swivels around in his tall black chair and smiles widely. "Yeah! I'm excited. He seems very knowledgeable and dedicated, and he doesn't want to take all my earnings."

"Of course, he doesn't," Namjoon chuckles. "The co-founder of M Magazine undoubtedly makes a pretty penny."

"Co-founder?" Hoseok asks, shocked. "Yoongi only mentioned he was previously an agent and then shifted gears to work as his assistant goon."

Namjoon shrugs. "Seokjin-hyung has always done a little of everything, with the exception of photography. He has an eye for beauty and design, but prefers the more tedious duties that come with being an assistant. I think he likes being useful. And he tends to feign modesty, which is why nobody refers to him as the co-founder."

That checks out, and Hoseok nods. "Well, I am glad I have a use for him. Gotta get to stardom somehow!"

"Trust me," Namjoon says, leaning close. "You will."

Hoseok visibly swoons, causing Namjoon to lean away with regret painted on his face. "You're the sweetest, Joon Baboon!"

A deep, impassive voice cuts through the joy, with one simple word: "Ready?"

Hoseok turns to find Yoongi standing in the doorway dressed in a white blazer unbuttoned over a white dress shirt, with matching white shorts, tall black socks, and black loafers. His hair is slicked back, combed behind his ears, there is a pair of black glasses tucked into the neck of his shirt, and he wears a scowl on his pretty face. His trusty camera is in his hand, strap wrapped around his wrist, and his eyebrows are raised high with impatience. 

"Sure thing," Hoseok says flatly, mood instantly killed. 

He slides from his chair and follows Yoongi out into the studio, to the corner where he prefers to shoot, near the bottom of the steps that lead up to his office.

There is nothing for Hoseok to pose on or near, so he just stands against the dark backdrop, angling his body and elongating his neck and limbs. Yoongi shoots quickly, stepping back and moving forward, eye glued to the viewfinder. 

When he finally does glance over the camera, it is to say, "Give me a little movement, like a twirl but with one foot kicking outward."

Hoseok does some twirls and kicks, accentuating the loose cut of the slacks and doing his best to embody fluidity. He feels as if these shots will be magnificent, and he waits for Yoongi to crack a smile and tell him he is doing well. 

But instead, Yoongi drops his hands to his sides and says, "That's good," then he lifts his camera high enough to begin sifting through the photos. 

On the breast of Yoongi's jacket is a pretty white flower that stands out in the bright glow of the box lights, and Hoseok curses himself for wanting to rub his palms across it, heavy-blinking to avert his eyes.

"New outfit?" Hoseok asks. 

Yoongi shrugs. "If you have time for more, sure."

"If I have time?" Hoseok bites back. "I've barely been here for an hour."

Yoongi continues to flip through photos, making Hoseok wonder if he heard him at all. Then he says, "Yeah, whatever your agent wants," and walks off. 

"What the fuck," Hoseok mutters under his breath as he turns and stomps back toward the makeup room. This behavior has him wishing he would have stepped on Yoongi's balls a little harder at the sushi restaurant. 

Seokjin already has outfits laid out when Hoseok returns, and he is changed into more casual wear, sporting an array of hoodies, cardigans, and handbags. Yoongi is just as standoffish, giving Hoseok almost nothing to work with, but he continues to change shirts and pose, doing his best. 

And then, suddenly, Yoongi's phone rings loud and shrill, making everyone but himself flinch. He sighs and stops what he is doing, muttering, "One moment, sorry."

Yoongi's phone is typically always on vibrate while at work, and he absolutely never drops everything to answer the call. How uncouth, Hoseok thinks, standing under the warm lights with his hands on his hips while Yoongi walks several paces away, talking lowly into his phone.

As soon as he returns, Yoongi mutters, "Something has come up, but it seems like we shot everything we need. Thanks for everything. Great job today." He only spares Hoseok a quick glance, and then he turns to walk up the stairs to his office. 

Hoseok sighs, nods to himself, and begins back toward the makeup room. From the corner of his eye, he watches as Seori rushes in through the front doors of the building, dressed in a light pink hoodie and sweatpants and looking frazzled. She makes a beeline for the steps and runs to the top, where she quickly knocks but does not bother to wait before walking into Yoongi's office and closing the door behind her. 

The feeling that swirls in Hoseok's tummy is envy mixed with something else – something even more bitter. Something numbing. He can't quite put his thumb on it, but he chooses not to dwell on it. 

Until he enters the makeup room with a heavy sigh, and – upon realizing only Namjoon is present – begins to crumble emotionally. Despite feeling the desire to cry, tears only prickle gently around the edges of his lids but never fully gather. More than anything, he just feels defeated.

"I didn't follow your advice, okay," he admits, taking Namjoon somewhat by surprise as he throws himself on the makeup chair. "I should go home. I need to clear my head. I feel so—"

"What happened?" Namjoon asks kindly, approaching with his arms loosely crossed over his chest. 

"You warned me about that man, and I listened! I really did! But my heart and my body did not, and now I feel like I am a marionette hanging from strings eager for a master. But rather than tug on my strings and make me dance, he just fucking leaves me hanging."

"That's…a beautifully pathetic analogy," Namjoon mutters, dimples on display. 

Hoseok attempts to swat at the handsome man, but Namjoon simply leans slightly back, avoiding his fingertips. 

"I don't even care about being in a relationship with him," Hoseok mutters somewhat under his breath. "Like, I'm foolish, but I'm not that stupid. I just…ugh! He…ugh!"

Namjoon chuckles and shakes his head. It is not the laugh of a man who wants Hoseok to feel foolish, but one of a man who has likely had this conversation this time and time again.

"He charms in his own way," Namjoon says. "And then he puts up a wall when he thinks he is getting close to someone. It's like he's terrified of just allowing himself to open up to people."

"Why?" Hoseok sighs.

Namjoon shrugs. "No idea. There's no shocking character reveal or tragic backstory, you know? Yeah, his parents are wealthy and they don't hover, but they are kind and supportive. His relationship with his brother is casual and positive. Aside from his playboy tendencies, he is a great person to work with, and a great person to work for. No gambling problems, no drinking problems, no sordid past. He just…doesn't like to commit to anyone."

Another sigh pours from Hoseok's mouth, this one drawn out with a groan. He drops his head back dramatically, feeling extra annoyed – exorbitantly annoyed. 

Hoseok finds nothing inherently wrong with having commitment issues or with preferring to sleep around without strings attached. He and his friend group have always been pretty loose with hooking up, and it has never caused drama because they all know where they stand with one another. 

But it is frustrating that the result is a lack of empathy and poor communication. Hoseok is fine with being someone's piece of ass on the down low, but he needs to know where he stands. And it annoys Hoseok that, rather than finding a reason to hate Yoongi and make the idea of backing away from him feel easier, he really sympathizes with the guy. 

Hoseok laughs to himself, despite feeling little joy. "If he wanted to just fuck around, I wouldn't even object. And I have been rather forward with suggesting I am open to it, but he just clams up and doesn't say anything."

"Mmhmm," Namjoon grumbles in a tone that suggests he knows this all too well.

"Whatever," Hoseok sighs. "We did well today, and although he was the opposite of helpful or encouraging, I feel good about the shoots. So I suppose I could call it a day."

Namjoon nods and seems to glance at the time on his phone. "Seokjin left during the last shoot – said he had some important business to deal with – but he asked me to tell you that you are amazing, and doing great, and that he looks forward to going over the photos with you and Yoongi. He also says to take some time off and he will contact you with a schedule some time this week."

This time, the sigh that Hoseok lets out is one of relief. Relief to have an agent who is receptive and feels positively about the work they are doing. Relief to have some time off to relax, pamper himself, and get some fucking space from Yoongi. 

He changes back into his black tank top, silk hanbok top, shorts, and loafers. With his arms hanging open, he convinces Namjoon to lean in for a semi-awkward hug, and thanks him for all his hard work. Then he opens that door with a fortifying breath and sets out toward the front doors, eager to get home and unwind. 

The studio is quiet, with only one photographer and model on set in the far left corner. Hoseok does not even look their way, eager to reach the sliding glass doors. And he almost does before he hears a familiar voice call for him.

"Jung Hoseok-ssi."

Hoseok physically recoils from the sound, closing his eyes to take a deep, annoyed breath. He was so close to making it outside – just a couple more feet from freedom. 

With a plastered smile, Hoseok spins, asking, "Yes, boss?" as he searches for the source of the voice. 

Yoongi stands at the top of the stairs, arms straight down at his sides. He asks, "Do you have a moment?" 

Hoseok nods and makes his way through the large studio space, heart betraying him in a frantic dance the closer he gets. He wonders if there will be any visible trace of Seori on Yoongi's skin or any lingering scent of perfume. 

With each footfall up to Yoongi's office, Hoseok feels his body undergo more and more duress. His legs and hands tremble, his palms begin to prickle, his breathing feels labored. Yoongi turns and enters his office as Hoseok gets close, and once he reaches the top, he takes a fortifying inhale. 

"Yes?" Hoseok asks, attempting to come off as impassively as possible.

"Close the door, please," Yoongi says, making his way toward his desk.

Hoseok closes the door and gives himself a second to collect his composure before turning toward Yoongi and approaching. He expects to find Yoongi sitting at his chair, but instead, he is on the corner of his desk, half-sitting with one foot suspended somewhat, and his arms crossed over his chest.

"I owe you an apology," Yoongi says. His hair is all in place, and there is no sign on his clothing or skin that might suggest anything transpired with Seori. 

Still, Hoseok scoffs, nods, and says, "Yeah, you do." 

"I understand that sometimes my behavior can be a bit…" Yoongi takes a moment to choose his words, and Hoseok opts to fill in the blank for him. 

"Confusing. Frustrating. Demeaning."

"Distant," Yoongi provides.

"Distant," Hoseok parrots with a humorless chuckle. "Sure, yeah, that's certainly one way to put it."

There is sincerity in his rich tone as Yoongi drops his arms to his sides and says, "I'm sorry." 

"You could have at least sent a reassuring text message. Or even an apology. Any kind of communication at all."

"My distracted state the other night was nothing personal, but I should have given you a heads up that I had a lot on my plate."

"The other night, all weekend, all day," Hoseok corrects, allowing himself to feel the full range of his anger. "Not one word. You gave me nothing."

Yoongi sighs and slowly stands, remaining leaned against his desk. 

"And, look, I don't feel like you owe me an explanation," Hoseok says, eager to make his desires clear. "But a simple heads up would be nice. I know that you and I are not an item, and I don't care that we aren't – that's not my goal with you. But don't let me play footsie with your cock under the table and tease me with promises of a kiss, and then give me the cold shoulder."

Something in Yoongi's gaze shifts – darkens. His lips part, and his stance relaxes. 

"So what is it that you want?" Yoongi asks.

"Truthfully?" Hoseok says, and Yoongi nods. "More than anything, I want a healthy work relationship. I want to excel in my field and become a supermodel, and I know that you and your team have the means to do that for me."

Yoongi nods, cracking a smile, filling Hoseok with pride and encouraging him to continue voicing his desires.

"I also want to lay you out on your big, expensive desk, and fuck your brains out."

Yoongi's lips part wide in a gasp. It is subtle the way blush rises to his pretty cheeks, but even in the dim light of his office, Hoseok can make out a shift in hue.

"I'm not interested in having strings attached," Yoongi says with the lift of an eyebrow as if in warning. 

"No shit," Hoseok scoffs, holding firm, challenging eye contact. 

They stare at each other unmoving for only a few seconds, but those seconds drag on, thickening the air with rich, palpable tension. Hoseok slowly breathes in through his nose, allowing himself to dwell on the familiar musky and floral notes that cling to the air and drive him wild. 

"Come here," Yoongi commands softly, nearly a whisper. 

As if tugged by some invisible force, Hoseok stumbles forward automatically. Yoongi's thighs spread, allowing Hoseok to get nice and close, standing taller than usual with Yoongi's hips bending slightly. 

Hoseok sets his handbag down on the desk and looms, drinking in the heat exchanged between them. Whereas Yoongi had the upper hand last time – pulling Hoseok near, slotting their lips together, and pressing him into the wall – this time, Hoseok intends on giving him zero control. 

"Tell me what you want from me," Hoseok says, placing his hands on the edges of the desk and leaning close enough to smell the sweetness of Yoongi's breath. 

Yoongi's eyes fall to Hoseok's lips, and he very subtly smiles, saying, "I still owe you a kiss."

"You want to kiss me?"

Yoongi's lips twitch faintly. "Yes."

"Is that all?" Hoseok asks, tilting his head to the side as if giving into the command but keeping the miniscule distance between them. 

"I want you, Hoseok." Yoongi's rich timbre is as deep and alluring as the ocean, and undoubtedly posing just as big of a threat. "Physically…in any way you will allow me to have you…I want you."

"If I let you have me," Hoseok says softly, annunciating every syllable with purpose, "I need at least a little communication. No fucking around with my feelings. Even without strings attached, I still have feelings, Yoongi."

Hoseok drops honorifics, wondering if Yoongi will care, and Yoongi just nods, eyes pleading. He seems genuine, but he has also seemed genuine in the past. 

Still, Hoseok cannot hold back any longer. He rolls his hips forward, connecting their bodies before he connects their lips, breathing in the slight gasp that tumbles from Yoongi's mouth into his the moment their lips touch. 

Yoongi sighs into the kiss, but Hoseok has no intention of going easy on him. He rolls his hips again, forcing Yoongi's thighs to spread further as he licks over his pretty lips and darts his tongue inside the small opening. 

It comes as somewhat of a surprise the way Yoongi seems to melt and become pliant, hands still gripping the desk and giving Hoseok access to do as he pleases, moaning softly but unabashedly. Hoseok lifts a hand and cards it roughly into Yoongi's product-slickened hair, taking no care to prevent the strands from tugging before grabbing a handful. 

With a gasp and a whimper, Yoongi's mouth falls further open, and Hoseok licks inside, darting his tongue around to taste and tease. He hums whenever their lips enclose one another, only for Yoongi to moan each time Hoseok forces him to open wide again.

Finally, Yoongi lifts his hands and grips Hoseok's hips, digging his fingertips and pulling him close. Hoseok rolls his hips again, picking up a slow but firm rhythm, connecting their clothed cocks somewhat haphazardly but with a promise to Yoongi of what could be his. 

"Hoseok," Yoongi gasps against his lips, causing them to tug into a smile.

"Yes, pretty Yoongi?"

"Please," he rasps, fingertips digging with more purpose, pulling Hoseok's hips close. 

"Please, what?"

With a needy sigh, Yoongi tips his head back as if gasping for air. His lips are kiss-slick, and Hoseok sucks the bottom one between his teeth, only releasing when Yoongi whimpers a high, broken sound. 

"What is it, Yoongi?" Hoseok asks firmly, rubbing the tips of their noses together. 

Yoongi heavy-blinks as if struggling to gather his thoughts. He lets out a breathy chuckle, and Hoseok wonders if it is some kind of nervous tick. 

"I don't know," he mutters, eyes searching Hoseok's face. "I want more, but I'm not sure how we should proceed."

There is a shred of vulnerability in Yoongi's expression, laced in Yoongi's voice, that Hoseok so desperately wants to exploit. 

He nibbles on his own bottom lip, backing up only enough to fully take in Yoongi's face. He wonders if it would be more exquisite to use his mouth to make Yoongi fall apart or have the other on his knees for him. 

"I have an idea," Hoseok offers, cocking his head to the side before lowering to a nearby brown leather armchair.

Yoongi watches as Hoseok settles and scoots the heavy chair closer, leaning forward to press his palms against Yoongi's hips through the semi-soft white wool of his trouser shorts. Yoongi's lidded gaze darkens, and he reaches slowly to graze the backs of his knuckles along Hoseok's cheek before pressing his thumb against Hoseok's bottom lip and dragging it down. 

"Hoseok," Yoongi groans, taking a step forward to properly tower over him. "You have no idea how many times I have dreamed of having you like this."

Hoseok grins, nibbles on the tip of Yoongi's thumb, and opens his mouth to fully suck the digit between his lips when there is a loud knock on the door, followed by the handle rattling. 

Panic rises, and Hoseok sits tall in the leather chair before instinctively slumping back. He is able to use his feet to push it away a little, putting space between himself and the desk.

Yoongi is quick to take a step back, cross one leg over the other, and fold his arms over his chest. He leans against his desk a stoic statue of a man, with his erection hidden nicely by the way he stands. Although there are subtle signs of Yoongi's lips having just been used, and his hair is somewhat out of place on one side, his expression is flat and gives absolutely nothing away.

In hindsight, Hoseok probably should have locked the door. 

"Yoongi-ah," a breathy female voice calls, "I know you said our conversation was over, but I'm here to— oh."

Hoseok turns to find Seori standing with her arm outstretched, holding the office door wide open. She wears a red satin robe that falls just above her knees, and her nipples stand out beneath the thin fabric. 

"Oh!" she says again, eyes darting between Yoongi and Hoseok. "I'm so— I'm sorry. I had no idea you were busy."

"What do you want?" Yoongi asks, running a hand over the hair that had come untucked behind his ear, flattening it somewhat. 

Hoseok focuses his attention on his boss, impressed by how measured and blank Yoongi can become in an instant. Absolutely nothing gives away the heated exchange they shared only moments earlier, nor any hint of interest in the model. 

"Can I, uh…talk to you?" Seori asks. 

Yoongi gives a curt nod and steps away from the desk, arms falling limply at his sides. And despite the hushed way in which Seori speaks on the other end of the room, the sound travels just enough for Hoseok to detect. 

"Please, I just want—"

"I told you, we're finished. Please accept that."

"But Yoongi, I—"

Yoongi speaks low and soft, but loud enough that Hoseok questions whether he wants to be overheard. "Please don't ruin your career over a brief tryst. You are a fine model, and I would hate to lose you because you cannot take no for an answer."

Whatever the woman says next is too pitchy and distraught for Hoseok to make out. He feels awkward eavesdropping now, cursing himself once more for not locking the door. Yoongi's voice drops to an octave that is undetectable at this distance, and soon the office door is clicking shut. 

An exasperated sigh pulls Hoseok's attention, and he turns to find Yoongi standing with his face tipped to the ceiling, taking a deep breath. Really, Yoongi has no one to blame but himself for this mess, yet Hoseok finds he feels for the man. 

"Wanna get out of here?" he offers. 

Yoongi snaps his gaze to Hoseok, instantly relaxing. Hoseok stands from the chair and fully faces Yoongi, but does not approach, watching as the man studies his face, seeming to weigh his options. 

Then he nods and says, "Yeah. Let's go."

Hoseok smooths his hands down his shorts and gathers his handbag while Yoongi quickly crosses the room and shuts off his monitor. He does not touch Hoseok as they leave, and Hoseok gives him space to lock up and walk down the steps toward the exit. 

Across the room, Seori is on the phone, and she seems distressed. Hoseok glances at Yoongi, watching whether or not the man seems concerned, unsurprised when he does not. As they approach the door, within earshot of the model, Yoongi turns to Hoseok, expression as flat as can be, and begins to talk shop.

"So, as I said," he mutters just loud enough to be overheard, "once we have the greenlight from Dior, Seokjin and I will sit down with you to discuss what the next steps are. There is talk of another brand scouting you, but I think Seokjin should be the one to deliver the good news."

By the time Yoongi finishes his sentence, they are outside. The air is far cooler now that the sun is beginning to set, and Hoseok's shoulders rise instinctively as he shivers through an exhale. He wonders if what Yoongi just said about another brand scouting him is really true, or just something he made up on the fly.

Yoongi walks to the left, where his vehicle is parked on the curb, and Hoseok follows suit, slipping into the passenger seat as soon as the door is unlocked and making haste to buckle his seatbelt. No words are exchanged as Yoongi presses the ignition start button and drives off, and Hoseok sits back in the cool leather seat, accepting his fate. 

Despite his attempts at fortifying his heart, Hoseok acknowledges that a small part of him does wonder what it would be like to be the only object of Yoongi's affection. Beyond his money and status in the industry, he imagines what it would be like to receive consistent, uninhibited attention from a man like Yoongi. 

The ride remains silent until Yoongi pulls up to the curb outside his apartment, puts the car into park, and sits back with a heavy exhale. 

"Seok," he grumbles, pulling Hoseok's attention. He likes that the nickname has returned, and he does his best to ignore the way goosebumps break out over his skin. "Out of an abundance of transparency, I just want to state that I am not currently, uh, seeing anyone else."

Hoseok has no idea what to say, so instead he stares. Despite Yoongi's innate ability to keep his expressions measured and cool, there are small tells that give away his nervousness, like the way he slightly darts his tongue across his bottom lip, and how his eyes seem to focus in and out while he thinks. 

"Seori may seem like a current and constant nuisance, but she and I only hooked up once, months ago. I don't want to reduce her worth by calling it a drunken mistake, but that genuinely is all that the experience was. And, well, I don't want to point any blame, but it seems that your presence in the studio has caused her to ramp up her attempts at repeating what we did." 

Yoongi sighs, screwing up his face as if he is pained as he says, "The other day, when I was on my phone during the contract signing, I was attempting to assuage her anger with me giving you the cover, as well as inside ads."

"You were text-fighting with her all evening?" Hoseok asks with more of an edge to his voice than he intended, because, truth be told, he is a bit angry that Yoongi felt he couldn't just say something. 

"My reputation is somewhat exaggerated. I do not come onto every model I hire, but because I am not one to get caught in a dating scandal, rumors fly in favor of me appearing to be a fuckboy. I do occasionally give in to desire, and I am sure your friend Jeongguk has a story of his own…but it is never my intention to use people up and toss them aside."

"He told me the two of you were hooking up until Seori showed up and you dropped him like a sweet potato."

"So you alluded to, the other night." The edges of Yoongi's lips raise for the splittest of seconds, and then he sighs once more. "That was bad timing, at best. Jeongguk was fun to spend time with, but he was clingy and seemed to want a relationship, which I was not willing to provide."

"Clingy," Hoseok mutters, chuckling at the end of the word. 

"I don't necessarily mean it in a bad way."

Hoseok tongues the inside of his mouth, voice low as he says, "Well, he seems pretty hurt."

"It's not like I dropped Jeongguk abruptly. We spoke about it on several occasions, but I admit, he was a hard one to let go of. We had fun."

With a slow, heavy exhale, Hoseok mutters, "Alright, well…I'm still annoyed with you for ignoring me all night, and all weekend, and... You could have at least clued me in a little."

"I shouldn't be telling you this," Yoongi drops his voice lower, "but Seori was attempting to blackmail me. She thought threats of defamation would put me in her palm, and although I have immaculate legal counsel, the whole thing put me in a sour headspace. You are right that I should have said something to you."

Hoseok hums, taking the information in, unsure what to say. 

"I tell you all of this because I was thinking about the other night, at the sushi restaurant, just before your shoe happened to be tucked tight between my legs. You were asking whether I was kissing and spoiling any other models." A shiver runs along Hoseok's spine at the memory, and he watches Yoongi's lips as he says, "I'm only spoiling you."

Hoseok wants to believe him. He thinks he really does believe him. But he is still determined to only give so much, and not allow himself to get too swept up in whatever Yoongi is trying to do. 

If Yoongi is so eager to insist they are exclusive, where does the line draw between fucking and dating? It is no wonder Jeongguk seemed to misunderstand their arrangement, and Hoseok worries he will end up in the same position.

"Okay," is all Hoseok says because his heart whooshes so loudly in his ears that it is hard to form a more coherent thought. 

"Seok," Yoongi mutters, formed like a question, "what's on your mind?"

"I want to go upstairs," Hoseok says somewhat robotically, eyes lingering on Yoongi's lips.

He watches as the tip of Yoongi's tongue darts out and wets his bottom lip, and he fights the overwhelming urge to lean forward and suck it between his teeth. 

"Alright," Yoongi says. "Let's go upstairs."

Hoseok forgets he is wearing a seatbelt as he reaches for the handle and attempts to get out of the vehicle, finding himself momentarily trapped and flustered. Once he is finally free, he joins Yoongi on the sidewalk, attempting to be as calm as possible as they make their way through the lobby to the elevator. 

Hoseok remembers Jeongguk saying Yoongi bent him over the couch in his studio, causing his stomach to tie in knots. He is not eager to have a repeated experience that his friend had. 

Thankfully, Yoongi seems to have other plans. He holds his key to the pad in the elevator and hits the number five. Hoseok stares at the round button glowing with a golden ring. 

He wonders how the apartment level differs from the studio level. How does Yoongi furnish his home? What kind of vibe is he into?

As the elevator dings, Hoseok sucks in a breath. He grips onto the straps of his handbag while the doors slide open, and Yoongi walks into the small hallway first, kicking out of his loafers and leaving them near tidy rows of shoes. Hoseok does the same and sets his handbag by his shoes while Yoongi enters the code to the door into the keypad.

For some inexplicable reason, the beeping sounds from the keypad seem louder than usual. Hoseok swallows thickly and licks his lips as Yoongi opens the door, switches on a dim overhead light, and shuffles into his home.

Hoseok is not at all surprised to find that everything is black and grey. The floors, the rugs, the walls, the furniture are all black with grey curtains and silver accents that add hints of lightness. The entire far wall is a window, allowing a gradient of light to pour in from the setting sun, and hanging from the high ceilings are rectangular light fixtures, from which dim golden light glows, illuminating the space nicely. 

From the marble floors, to the plush rugs and matte-finished woods, the textures are so rich and varied that everything appears to be its own shade of black, especially with the golden glow of the overhead lights. Plush, soft couches make a large u-shape in front of the massive window, and sprawled over black tables and shelves are books, various camera equipment, and file folders.

"Wow, so bright and colorful," Hoseok chides as Yoongi leads him to the right, toward the large open kitchen – the same placement as in the studio downstairs. 

"What can I say, I'm a man of simple tastes," Yoongi drawls over his shoulder. "Water?" he asks, tugging open the door of a massive black refrigerator. "Soju? Whiskey? Beer?"

Yoongi looks over his shoulder, illuminated by the bright white glow of his fridge. He has given Hoseok too many options, and he finds he cannot choose. 

"Water is fine," he mutters when Yoongi impatiently lifts his eyebrows. "Unless you want a little something to take the edge off."

Hoseok feels nervous – why does he feel nervous? His hands fidget in the wide sleeves of his hanbok top, and he finds his gaze wandering around the apartment, unable to stay in one place. Perhaps it is the conversation in the car that has caused the excitement from earlier to shift into nervous energy.

"I don't have an edge to take off," Yoongi responds. "Do you have an edge?" 

This kitchen is not as barren as the one in the studio. Yoongi appears to have every appliance known to man, all neatly in place along countertops and storage shelves. This place actually appears lived in and cared for, and Hoseok finds the enveloping darkness surprisingly calming. 

"No," he lies, realizing he had been stuck in his head. "No edge."

Yoongi chuckles and closes the fridge empty-handed, then he moves to the right, to where cabinets sit tall above a large sink, and he produces two shot glasses and a large glass. As he turns on the sink and switches on a filter that is attached to the faucet, he glances over his shoulder and nods to a nearby cabinet, saying, "You seem to have a slight edge. Pick your poison and we'll do a shot to loosen up."

To the right of the sink, above the countertop, is a cabinet with a glass window showcasing several bottles of whiskey. Hoseok finds a Japanese one with an inviting white and black label and pulls it out while Yoongi shuts off the sink and sets down a tall glass of water. 

"Nice pick," Yoongi says as he reaches for the bottle, uncorks the top, and pours two shots. 

Hoseok inches nice and close – close enough to smell the cologne Yoongi wears – and reaches for one of the shots. They clink the glasses together softly and shoot the liquid back, and although it is rich and smooth, the strength makes Hoseok wince, which in turn makes Yoongi chuckle.  

"It's good," Hoseok insists, feeling somewhat embarrassed despite having no reason to be. "Just strong."

"One more?" Yoongi asks, leaning close. "Or is your edge softened?"

"One more," Hoseok responds, tipping his chin upward in a challenge. "I wanna taste it on your tongue."

Yoongi snickers then pours two more shots, which they quickly drink back, and this time, Hoseok does not react as strongly to the earthy, semi-sweet flavor. This time, he picks up hints of caramel and enjoys the way it settles over him like a warm hug. 

Ordinarily, two shots are hardly enough to make Hoseok feel anything but warm and energized. But he only ate breakfast today, a realization that makes him feel somewhat foolish, all things considered, and the whiskey has a bit of an effect on him.

Hoseok feels light around the edges. Fuzzy tendrils of frenetic energy erupt from him like tiny solar flares ignited by Japanese whiskey and Yoongi's proximity. He places his hands against Yoongi's hips and turns him until his ass is against the counter, then he slides his hands to rest against the countertop, caging Yoongi in like he had in his office. 

"Kiss me," he whispers, elated as Yoongi obeys immediately, leaning close to lick over Hoseok's lips and then part his own.

Hoseok sucks Yoongi's bottom lip into his mouth, smiling as he whimpers. He licks over Yoongi's tongue, tasting remnants of heady caramel and something far sweeter and more personal. As if driven mad by the flavor, he leans his body against Yoongi's to rut his hips forward. 

"Bed," Yoongi mutters against Hoseok, to which Hoseok nods without disconnecting their lips. He is not ready to stop tasting Yoongi just yet. He wants to commit the flavor to memory. 

Yoongi's hands find Hoseok's hips and grip tightly, working to both spur him on and calm him down. Hoseok parts the kiss with a heavy sigh and nods once more, resting his forehead against Yoongi's and allowing himself to return to earth. 

Then he reaches for the cold glass of tap water and takes a long, slow gulp, hips still pressed against Yoongi with a slight twist to them. He drinks half of the glass down then holds it for Yoongi to have, and takes a step back to give both of them a little space. 

Yoongi drinks then sets the glass aside, takes Hoseok's hand, and leads him through the apartment, past the large glass wall through which the sun sets into an inviting greyish blue with pink hues. The door straight ahead is open – the same place the door to Yoongi's studio can be found on the floor below – and Yoongi walks in and flips a switch that invites a soft purple glow.

Similar to the rest of the house, everything is shades of black, save for the bedding, curtains, and rugs which are forest green. Two of the walls are made of glass, allowing the light from the setting sun to pour in through sheer dark green curtains, and there is dark furniture throughout, but Hoseok's attention is on the bed – a wide mattress on a low black platform that is lifted inches from the floor, under which a purple light glows. 

"You can change the color if you'd like," Yoongi offers, speaking directly into Hoseok's ear and fanning warm breath against his cheek. 

Hoseok tugs Yoongi's hand toward the bed and says, "I bet purple would look nice against your skin," as they stop and face each other. 

Hoseok begins to yank open Yoongi's white blazer, which absorbs the light into a pretty lilac shade, and Yoongi chuckles and takes over, very delicately removing the item and handing it to Hoseok. 

"Leave it there," he instructs with a nod of his chin, and Hoseok turns to find a small armchair nearby, to the right of the bed, over which a black blazer rests. He drapes the new blazer beside the other and turns back to find Yoongi unbuttoning and untucking his white dress shirt. 

With each inch of skin that Yoongi reveals, Hoseok feels his heart begin to race. He shrugs quickly from his hanbok top, tossing it in a heap onto the armchair, then yanks his tank top over his head and chucks it aside.

When his fingers reach the button of his shorts, Yoongi's large, knobby fingers stop his movements, pulling his hands away. Hoseok looks up from his interrupted task to find Yoongi shirtless and sinking to his knees. 

"Let me do it," he insists.

Hoseok nods and swallows thickly, watching as Yoongi's knees are engulfed by a soft, dark green shag rug. Yoongi rubs his hands up Hoseok's thighs, causing a warmth to simmer in the pit of his tummy, and he breathes deep and slow, doing his best to maintain his composure. 

As Yoongi yanks at Hoseok's shorts, pulling them past his knees, he sits high and wafts his breath against his black briefs, warm then cool on his growing erection. With his gaze directed at Hoseok's eyes, Yoongi nudges his nose and lips against him, taking deep breaths as if savoring his musk, and Hoseok reaches one hand to grip Yoongi's product-slick hair and give his head a rough tug. 

Yoongi whimpers, and the sight of him on his knees, submissive and making such pretty sounds, kicks Hoseok's need to tame him into overdrive. Yoongi reaches for Hoseok's waistband, but Hoseok shakes his head and says, "Hands at your sides."

With a gasp, Yoongi's eyes widen – pretty and endless depths of inviting brown. Hoseok tongues the inside of his cheek and grips Yoongi's hair a little rougher. 

"You have to earn it."

"Earn it?" Yoongi responds almost sardonically, and Hoseok yanks at his head just enough to make him whimper and sigh. 

"You heard me. Earn it."

"Please?" Yoongi tries, batting his long, dark lashes like a pretty little doll. 

"Please, what?"

"Please let me taste you."

"Only good boys get to suck my cock, pretty Yoongi," Hoseok responds in a mocking tone. Yoongi's pupils react to his words, and Hoseok snickers. "Are you going to be a good boy for me?"

"Yes, Seok," Yoongi practically moans. "I'll be a good boy for you."

"Not just tonight," Hoseok says, tipping his head to the side and peering down at Yoongi with squinted eyes. "You're going to be good to me for as long as we do whatever it is that we are doing. No more miscommunications. No more half-truths."

"I'll be good for you," Yoongi insists, eyes wide and pleading. 

"You're still my boss, so we will have to navigate that dynamic one day at a time," Hoseok continues, reaching his other hand to drag his thumb along Yoongi's bottom lip the way Yoongi did to him in his office. "As long as we are not at work, we are equals, and you will treat me as such."

"Yes, Seok," Yoongi mutters. 

Hoseok gives his hair a tug and grits, "Louder," through his teeth.

"I'll be good to you, Seok," Yoongi's voice switches from coy desperation to firm insistence, deepening as he says, "Please let me be so good to you."

Hoseok's head spins. He nods and releases Yoongi's hair, then drops his arms to his sides and says, "One thing I like about you is your quick wit and sharp tongue…and I'm sure that is not the extent of what that pretty mouth can do."

Yoongi grins, then lifts his hands to paw over Hoseok's cock and grab for his waistband. Arousal soars through Hoseok – lava in his veins – and he does his best to keep his composure, whimpering softly while he holds firm eye contact with Yoongi.

That is, until he pulls Hoseok's briefs down, and Yoongi's gaze falls to his freed cock. His eyes widen, and he licks his lips as he sits high on his knees and shuffles a little closer. With slow strokes, Yoongi makes Hoseok dizzy, dragging against his foreskin before pushing it down, revealing a flushed head and length. 

With a delicate flick of his bubblegum tongue, Yoongi laps up the precum that drips from Hoseok's tip, sending a shiver down his spine. Yoongi drags his lips over the tip and crown, gaze intently returning to Hoseok, teasing with feather-light touches. 

Hoseok smirks down at the man – eager to knock him off his pedestal a little – and asks, "How many other pretty models have you dropped to your knees so easily for?"

Yoongi's eyes widen, burning with something Hoseok struggles to discern, and a scoff comes from between his lips. He seems incensed but so terribly aroused. Hoseok grins. 

"That's what I thought," Hoseok grumbles bending as he grips Yoongi by the chin and tugs enough to make him sit even higher. He feels powerful and possessive. "This is all for me. Now, open." 

As soon as Yoongi's lips part, Hoseok spits into his mouth. Yoongi's eyes widen further, and he keeps his mouth open as if he is waiting for instruction. His submissive side has Hoseok simmering with desire. 

"You're so perfect, Yoongi," Hoseok praises just above a whisper. "So fucking perfect. Now put those pretty lips to good use."

Yoongi nods once – a shallow, quick movement – then wastes no time taking Hoseok's length deep into his throat. Hoseok feels Yoongi swallow and possibly begin to gag, but he is slow with the way he pulls back and sinks down, sucking with his lips tight around the tip each time, eliciting bursting waves of pleasure. 

"Fuck, Yoongi," Hoseok groans, reaching to grip his hair with his right hand. He cannot believe this is finally happening. "Your mouth feels amazing."

Yoongi hums and moans, increasing his speed but never seeming rushed, and Hoseok's head spins as his arousal builds and builds. It has been far too fucking long since he has had someone so pretty down on their knees, and the sight alone of Yoongi's doll lips wrapped around him while tears pool around his delicate long eyelashes builds his pleasure too fast. 

"I won't last long," he whimpers. "Feels too good."

As if spurred on to push Hoseok over the edge, Yoongi swallows his cock deeper, holding it lodged in his throat until his face begins to redden and his eyes bulge. The sensation is exquisite, especially as Yoongi pulls back, mouth full of thick saliva, making the slide smooth as silk. 

And again, Yoongi sinks down as deep as he can and holds Hoseok there, gaze trained upward despite the way his eyelashes flicker. Hoseok reaches with his free hand and gives Yoongi's cheek a delicate slap, then lower to cradle Yoongi's throat and feel himself buried deep from the outside. 

"Holy fuck," he babbles, nodding. "Fuck, you drive me crazy, Yoongi. Such a good boy, perfect, perfect."

This time, when Yoongi pulls back, saliva pours from between his lips, and he uses both hands to stroke along Hoseok's length while he bobs his tightened lips just past the head, laving with his tongue. 

Hoseok is overstimulated in a way he has never experienced from a blowjob, and his resolve crumbles in an instant. 

"Gonna cum, fuck," Hoseok warns. "Can I cum in your mouth?"

Yoongi heavy-blinks and attempts to nod, lips and hands still working Hoseok over. Hoseok's entire body feels hot – set alight, threatening to combust. 

"Fuck, fuck," Hoseok whimpers, trembling from pleasure that teeters just on the edge of insanity. 

Yoongi stills his head, holding his mouth open and tongue flat while stroking Hoseok with both hands. The tip of his cock drags along Yoongi's pretty tongue, and with one more measured stroke, Hoseok releases, moaning and gasping, practically folding in half as his cum spurts in long ropes, painting Yoongi white. 

Although the strokes slow, they do not stop. Yoongi's large, soft hands milk him of every last drop until Hoseok is gripping Yoongi's shoulders and he is begging him to have mercy. 

"Fuck, Yoongi," he gasps, lowering to his knees, no longer able to hold himself up.

Yoongi's tongue continues to lay flat, cum and drool dripping down his chin, and Hoseok sits high and spits once more into his mouth before commanding him to, "Swallow."

Hoseok watches intently as Yoongi closes his lips and swallows his cum, then his hands are on him, lazily gripping at his throat and neck. He feels drunk with power and desire – feels ready to allow the blaze inside him to swallow both of them whole. 

"On the bed," Hoseok commands.

Yoongi's face is flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, his once-style hair is fucked up and sticking out on the sides, and his lips are pretty kiss-swollen petals. He breathes slow and deep as he nods, eyelashes fluttering as if he too is coming down from a high. 

Rather than stand, Yoongi turns haphazardly on his knees, gets onto his hands, and crawls. His white trouser shorts hug his plump round ass, swaying with each movement like a beacon of pleasure, and Hoseok crawls behind him, eyes never leaving his prize until they must – until Yoongi climbs up the platform bed and turns, sitting with his feet planted on the floor. 

Hoseok crawls to Yoongi's shins, then sits high on his knees and uses his palms to spread his thighs. He licks his lips and reaches for Yoongi's button and zipper, but Yoongi grips Hoseok by the wrists and yanks. 

"Come here, Seok."

Nodding, still feeling somewhat delirious, Hoseok gets up onto his feet just enough to crash down onto the low bed, caging Yoongi's legs as the man chuckles and crawls backward to the center of the mattress.

"I have an idea," Yoongi promises, rotating to scoot until his shoulders are against the dark headboard. He pats his legs and says, "Come here," while he hastily shoves his shorts and briefs down, and his voice is rougher than usual, no doubt from deepthroating.

For the first time since all of this has started, Hoseok gets a good look at Yoongi. His complexion is soft and supple against the dark bedding, and his body is a gorgeous blend of thin and muscular – similar to Hoseok, yet different. His shoulders are wide, his hands are large, yet he is knobby and slightly lanky, small against the large bed. Breathtaking.

The hair at the base of Yoongi's hard, leaking cock is trimmed low – an inviting patch of black against lilac-tinted skin. Hoseok leans close to kiss along Yoongi's hip and breathes in his musky-sweet scent, but before he can tease, Yoongi has both hands on Hoseok's cheeks and jaw, tugging him upward.

Hoseok lifts and wiggles beside Yoongi, who has slithered down into a lying position. "Kiss me," he groans, still pulling Hoseok by the face, forcing him to crash down against him, licking against his lips. 

As Hoseok settles onto his side, Yoongi drapes a leg around Hoseok's hips and rolls their bodies together. Already, Hoseok's cock is becoming erect, and with each roll of Yoongi's hips, he feels hypnotized. 

"Fuck, Yoongi," Hoseok groans, sinking low against Yoongi's chest to leave marks with his lips and teeth that will be hidden under clothing tomorrow. "You don't know what you do to me."

Yoongi lifts his hand to Hoseok's lips and rasps, "Spit," and Hoseok obeys, gathering saliva under his tongue only to trickle it into his palm. Then Yoongi reaches between them, engulfs both cocks in his warm grip, and thrusts. 

"Oh, shit," Hoseok whimpers in tandem with a deep, needy groan from Yoongi. 

Hoseok spits hastily into his own hand and reaches to engulf them further, then he sets a rhythm with his hips, pushing when Yoongi pulls and pulling when Yoongi pushes. Pleasure grips Hoseok tight, threatening to drag him into the hot, inviting depths of hell, and Hoseok whimpers as he leans into Yoongi, sucking his lips between his teeth. 

The kiss is a sloppy gnash of teeth and tongues with nobody in control. Yoongi seems to be losing his composure quickly, and the more he moans and trembles against Hoseok, the more persistently Hoseok strokes their dicks. 

Their rhythm is hypnotizing – a dance between two bodies so fluid and perfect, Hoseok has a lingering thought that perhaps the two of them were meant for each other. Their connection feels so intense, it scares the shit out of him.

"Seok," Yoongi whimpers, lower lip caught in Hoseok's teeth. "Close. So close. "Gonna—"

"In my mouth," Hoseok insists, releasing his hold on their cocks and haphazardly sliding down the length of Yoongi's body.

He is quick to sink Yoongi deep into his throat, wasting no time sucking as if his life depends on it. Yoongi stays on his side and grips onto Hoseok's hair, hips trusting, never losing their dizzying rhythm. 

Hoseok can feel Yoongi pulsate against his lips and he swallows him deep, moaning and humming around him until Yoongi's hips tremble and he shoots his load straight into Hoseok's throat. Yoongi's voice is pitchy and broken, his body quakes with bliss, and Hoseok breathes through his nose, doing his best to swallow each drop without his gag reflex interfering.

Suddenly exhausted, Hoseok releases Yoongi's spent cock, gasping for air. It is messy the way Yoongi attempts to pull Hoseok's lips back to his, body bent in half while Hoseok stretches and strains until he finally finds the strength to crawl up to him and kiss him properly. 

"Seok," Yoongi gasps against his lips, eyes wide and filling Hoseok's vision. "You're incredible. Nobody…" he pants, "nobody has ever made me feel this way."

Honeyed words taste bitter against Hoseok's tongue as he considers all the different times Yoongi must have used that line before. How many models did he sink his claws into similarly, only to drop without a care in the world? What is worse is that Hoseok almost believes him.

Yoongi holds Hoseok in place against him, lips lazily dragging, eager to kiss despite losing the strength to move. Hoseok's mouth moves on instinct alone, erection long forgotten to the brewing storm inside his head.

"Nap," Yoongi grumbles, body falling limp and relaxed around him. "Then food."

"Okay," Hoseok whispers as he reaches for the soft comforter on which they lay, folding it over them rather than bothering to attempt to crawl beneath it. 

Yoongi smiles, drifting to sleep, and Hoseok leaves soft pecks against the tip of his nose and the apple of his cheek, eager to kiss and kiss and kiss. He wants to commit this moment to memory in the event that this is the last time. 

As Yoongi's body becomes heavy as lead, lost to the firm grasp of sleep, Hoseok waits for him to lightly begin to snore. He waits, lying on his side and tracing each shape of Yoongi's beautiful face, shoulders, and chest with his eyes. 

He waits and he waits until Yoongi rolls onto his back, limbs slipping away from Hoseok's nude body. And then he waits just a beat longer before he slowly, silently slips out from beneath the comforter, collects his clothing, and tiptoes into the living room. 

It is still early in the night, and Hoseok stares out the window at the city below the hill, at the river in the distance, at the cars that drive by. He slips into his clothing, tiptoes to the front door, gathers his handbag and shoes, and, in the elevator, calls for a cab.

Over and over, Yoongi's voice plays in Hoseok's head. Nobody has ever made me feel this way. 

Over and over, his pretty, tearful eyes and soft, kissable lips sear into Hoseok's mind, taking up permanent residence, threatening to drive him mad. Hoseok stares at his reflection in the elevator doors, unsure how he is supposed to feel. 

He got it out of his system. He successfully fucked with the pretty man with the reputation for using people, and he slipped away in the night, giving him a taste of his own medicine. 

But he does not feel satisfied. It is as if vines have snaked their way into his chest cavity and they squeeze, threatening to puncture his lungs with their thorns and steal his air. 

He feels defeated. Deflated. He has accomplished his goal, yet he does not feel victorious. 

Nobody has ever made me feel this way. 

Those pretty words spoken in that raspy voice taunt him over and over, and Hoseok walks out into the chill night feeling emptier than before.  

*

one more chapter left!!! and don't worry, these two idiots will have a happy ending, okay. i just have to drag you through the angst mud a little more because it's funnnn. 😍😍😍 apparently i can only focus on one bestie at a time, so i will do my best to bring Taehyung into the spotlight in chapter 4!

also i feel like it is silly to have described Yoongi living in an all black and grey space with my whole entire chest, but this is what i had in mind:

MORE COMING SOON!!! COMMENTS & REBLOGS WILL MAKE ME WANT TO WORK ON IT FASTER! LIKES ARE ALWAYS SO SO APPRECIATED!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!!!

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[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 In Darkness I Found You 🔞

I’ve been debating for a long time whether or not to repost this from AO3. This is my biggest “hit” & I have a love/hate relationship with this fic. It took me almost 3.5 yrs to complete including rewriting the last 3rd of it because 2019 Author Emily chickened out where 2023 Author Emily went for the throat. I also haven’t reposted any of my BTS work & I thought it was time. The main pairing is SOPE with a side of Namjin & Taekook. Yes, I was a cliche. Also I want to post some bonus content for this fic for JFW so I need to, like, post the fic itself.

It’s Omegaverse & includes Mpreg, so if that’s something you’re not comfortable with then skip this one. I’ll tag all the relevant info at the beginning of each chapter. Here’s your chapter index:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

[jemshopes]

Tell Me Without Telling Me || Ace Sope

--Ace Sope

--slow burn, hurt/comfort, angst (lots of angst), found family, panic attacks, anxiety, etc.

In which Hoseok is touch starved, isolated, and alone at university, and doesn't know enough to realise his disinterest in sex might mean something more than not having found the right person to do it with.

READ ON:

WATTPAD [the first draft of the story]

AO3 [the rewrite, currently in progress]

[helpmeimblorboing]

Okay but imagine Jasico post-ToA ??? Specifically imagine Nico singing the Song of Patroclus by Sope at Jason's grave ??

The Song of Achilles vibes ?? The angst ??

"My soul, my shadow Loose me like an arrow And I will split the sky in two for you Loving you is The gentlest of pains Weren't we taught to count losses as gains?", is clearly Jason singing to Nico pre-death

"My blazing glory We’re my favourite story I’ll tell it till the end of time Loving you is The gentlest of pains Weren't we taught to count losses as gains?", is Nico singing to Jason pre-death

Everything else is Nico grieving at Jason's grave

[rainbowsuitcase]

BTS Hurt/Comfort Fest

A fest which recently finished, full of lovely Hurt/Comfort fics. Find all works here and I've allowed myself to pull out some of my favorites.

Vines & Valentines by blueandgrey7 - Namjoon x Jungkook, 13K, E - Flower Shop AU, Flower Language, Light Angst

Botanist Jungkook loves helping his customers pick out just the right flowers, but he hates working on Valentine's Day. Every year, he takes a couple day to avoid it, until this year, when Jimin calls in at the last minute and Jungkook has no choice but to work the dreaded holiday. And to make matters worse, his long-time crush Namjoon comes in to buy a bouquet, only adding to his misery.

so much at stake by caprikoya - Seokjin x Yoongi, 12K, T - Modern with Magic, Vampires, Insomnia, Found Family

Yoongi is turned into a vampire against his will and is having trouble adjusting to the change. Seokjin tries to show him that being undead doesn't mean he's not alive.

I hold your thoughts; and you, my heart by im_chel_c - Yoongi x Hoseok, 15K, T - Mind Reading, Angst, Happy Ending

Yoongi can read minds and because of that, it's hard to believe that a popular guy like Hoseok would like him.

Polar Night by vera_ba - Jimin x Jungkook, 19K, E (for blood and violence, not smut) - Werewolf x Hunter, Major Character Injury, Enemies to Friends to Lovers

What happens when a werewolf hunter comes across an injured omega that he simply cannot bring himself to kill?

[byuljoonie]

Yoongi story is posted! Namseok story coming next Sunday and please feel free to start submitting requests, preferably through the link in my bio! Good night beautiful ppl🫡 -dubu

[bangtaninborderland]

Made my own recommendations list HERE

Okay anyone have any member ship fic recommendations like this?

Literally begging for a dominant mafia taehyung x bratty but submissive Jungkook recommendation.

Im really looking for a good series!!

[read-time-fanfic]

The Still Point (Of The Turning World)

Creator: inkingbrushes

Summary:

"Because Yoongi doesn't know how this started, or how this will end, but he knows this simple fact: he knows that there is a love between them that is much fiercer than the burning sun. There is that love then, and there is that love now, and surely there will be that same love the next time.

(Or: the one where they're reincarnated over and over again and Yoongi meets a different version of Hoseok every time, but Yoongi is the only one that remembers.)"

[glossdebut]

PRICE OF FAME | MYG ★ MASTERLIST

✧ PAIRING: yoongi x fem!reader

✧ SUMMARY: You were about ready to give up, your career nowhere near what you dreamed it’d be when you started at eighteen, bright-eyed and naive. Reality for you these past few years has consisted of pouting at a camera, ignoring whispers of your name at company events, and ensuring that the stupid, tiny designer purses they keep forcing on you can at least carry a flask. But now, you’re helping a friend in need. For the first time in a long time, it feels like you’re doing something worthwhile with your life. Too bad Min Yoongi, the newest thorn in your side, seems insistent on stopping you.

✧ TAGS: enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, smut, fake/pretend relationship (not main couple), rockstar!yoongi, model!reader, guitarist yoongi, singer jungkook, bassist taehyung, drummer jimin, manager namjoon, yoongi & maknae line are in a rock band, reader & seokjin are best friends, yoongi & hoseok are best friends (sope duo ftw), yoongi has a tongue piercing, reader is a brat

✧ WARNINGS: SLOW UPDATES, explicit sexual content, agonizingly slow burn, jealousy, hurt/comfort, emotional baggage and trauma (LIKE… EVERYONE), alcohol and drug usage, yoongi is kind of an asshole but i promise he isn’t irredeemable, everyone is bad at feelings and the communication of those feelings, The Music Industry is a warning of its own, blackmail, sexual harassment*, coercion*, quid pro quo*

* happens prior to the start of the story, not committed by the main characters.

✧ WORDCOUNT: 49.9k and counting!

✧ STATUS: ongoing

✧ SERIES PLAYLIST: spotify & official post

✧ CHAPTERS ✧

CH 1: ALL YOU PEOPLE ARE VAMPIRES!

CH 2: A HIT IS HARD TO RESIST

CH 3: WHAT DO YOU KNOW?

CH 4: E-X-P-L-O-D-E

CH 5: TOO FAR TO GO BACK

CH 6: WHY CAN’T I MAKE A MISTAKE?

『 askbox ★ masterlist ★ ao3 ★ taglist ★ anonymous feedback box 』

[colormepurplex2]

Honestly, if I ever meet Yoongi, I think I might call him Sweet Pea because of this.

"Because, just like the flower, you draw me in with your beauty."

Ya damn right he does, woo. This Yoongi and Hoseok pairing is the epitome of what Sope represents in my brain. Yoongi is so often portrayed as the hard one and Hobi gets the softy treatment, but this swap from that is exactly what is needed.

This is so angsty it hurts, but in a good way. Like, want it more kind of way. Speaking of, I know you got a follow up to this somewhere up your sleeve 👀 I'ma need that stat.

Anyway, back to business, I like how this is mafia but it's not so heavily criminal centric. We get a peek into what Hades!Hoseok is doing, a kiss of danger if you will. It's refreshing for a mafia fic to be a bit more tame in that aspect, it gives just enough for it to be dramatic but it's not consuming the entire plot line. I think that pays a lot of respect to the mythology retelling of Hades and Persephone.

Overall, a wonderful read. Highly recommend for anyone who is interested in mythology retellings and is a fan of a morally grey Hoseok lol

Seeds

🥀Seeds🥀

Hades!Hoseok x Persephone!Yoongi

⟢ Rating: MA

⟢ WC: 7.919

⟢ AU: type: Give it to Me

⟢ Theme: Betrayal, crime/mafia

⟢ Inclusions: creampie, fingering, unprotected sex, hidden secrets, long-haired yoongi, kissing, angst/hurst

Summary:

“Yes, Sweet Pea?” Hoseok cuts in.

Yoongi’s scowl deepens, “This is not a date. Also, don’t call me that. Actually, why would you call me that?”

Hoseok shakes his head at Yoongi as if he is being ridiculous. “Because, just like the flower, you draw me in with your beauty. Similarly, I would surmise that you also have a bit of a bite to you just like the toxicity of a sweet pea.”

Part One

Yoongi looks up from where he is trimming the stems on a bouquet that a customer will pick up later as the bell sounds above the shop’s door when it swings open. Seeing that it is only Namjoon, he looks back down and keeps trimming. 

“Namjoon, this is a surprise. How did we get so lucky to be graced with your presence?”

Namjoon scoffs and places a hand flat on the glass countertop that divides the shop, “Could I not want just to come and visit my friends?” Yoongi sets down his trimming shears and gives Namjoon his full attention. He gets more suspicious as he takes in the bespoke gray suit draping Namjoon’s frame. 

His eyes narrow. “Namjoon, you only visit Bloomin’ Cakes when you need something. What is it this time?”

Namjoon attempts to stare him down, nostrils flaring with a deep breath. Yoongi remains steadfast and refuses to back down. A smirk pulls at his lips as Namjoon’s shoulders deflate with a sigh.

“Fine. I’m here for both. I haven’t seen you or Jinnie-hyung in a while, and I need a favor.” Reaching into his suit jacket pocket pulls out a folded piece of paper. “I need a few floral arrangements.”

Yoongi rounds the work table he was at and moves to face Namjoon across the countertop. Yoongi picks up the folded paper and opens it. Yoongi’s brows raise, pushing into his hairline, his eyes flitting back and forth between the paper and Namjoon.

“Joon, this is more than a few floral arrangements. This is a request for fifty funeral wreaths by Monday. What do you even need that many wreaths for anyways?”

“My friend needs a favor, and I told him I knew the best florist in town and that you’d be more than willing to help. He’s willing to pay twice your usual fee.”

Yoongi huffs, “I don’t have the time to make that many arrangements in four days, Joon-ah.” He pushes the paper back across the clear surface. “Sorry, but you’ll have to tell your friend you lied.”

Namjoon taps a finger against the counter's cool surface, leveling a look at him. “Yoongi, you know this isn’t a request. I need you to do this. I owe this friend a lot; he helped me get to where I am now.” Yoongi holds Namjoon’s steady gaze, the silence yawning between them.

Yoongi snatches the paper. “Fine, Mr. Mayor. But you owe me.”

Namjoon grins so wide his cheeks dimple. “I knew I could count on you.”

Yoongi glowers at him. “Fuck off.”

Seokjin shuffles in through the shop's back door, wiping his shoes off on the mat, and is immediately assaulted by thrumming bass vibrating through the entire building. He quickly strips off his rain jacket, hanging it by the door, and maneuvers through the kitchen to push into the storefront, wincing as the harsh cacophony of sound increases when the door swings open.

Seokjin quickly turns down the speaker, his ears ringing in the echoing silence. “What’s with the mosh pit?”

Flowers and discarded stems surround Yoongi, his head snapping up at the sudden silence, a scowl already on his face. “What are you doing?” he snaps.

Seokjin shakes his head. “I don’t know about you, but I value my eardrums and not shattering our front windows.”

“Stop being fucking dramatic.” 

“Yoongi, my bones, and the windows were literally vibrating with the level of the bass. What’s going on? You only blast the music that loud when you are pissed.”

Yoongi looks down at the arrangement in front of him, going back to work. “And if I am?”

A guffaw leaves Seokjin, his eyes widening. “What happened? I was only gone for a day.”

“Namjoon happened, and now I have an impossible order to complete in three days.” Yoongi drops his shears and shoves the order slip at Seokjin, who picks up the crumpled paper to look at it. 

“Fifty! Why would he–” Seokjin’s voice abruptly cuts off, his body stiffening.

It is so sudden that it draws Yoongi’s attention. “Why would he? What? Ask for such a ridiculous thing on short notice? I don’t know Jinnie-hyung, you tell me.”

Jin’s usually loud tenor is missing with his following words, “Yoongi, you can’t do this order.”

Yoongi scoffs, “Try telling Namjoon that.”

“I’m not joking. You can’t do this order.” The finality of his stance rings through his voice.

“Hyung…we’re family, and I know I let you get away with your big brothering, but you aren’t actually allowed to dictate what I do and do not do.”

Jin’s nostrils flare with his sharp inhale, “Yoongs, this is not a situation where I am being overbearing. I am serious. You can’t fulfill this. I– I can’t go into it, but it’s in your best interests that you back out of this.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrow, “No.”

Jin’s hand flexes, crumpling the order form in his fist. “Yoongi, just fucking listen to me for once!”

“Until you give a legitimate reason, I am finishing this order. So either help or leave me alone.”

Jin is left standing there for several minutes, his neck and cheeks flushed with anger, desperately hoping Yoongi will change his mind.

Groaning, Yoongi curls further around his pillow, his hand blindly searching for his phone to shut off the annoying bleating of his alarm; he rolls onto his back, stretching his stiff limbs. Every fiber of his being is exhausted from spending the past few days carrying out the ridiculous order Namjoon submitted. Now, after being up late into the night, he’s being pulled out of the comfort of his bed to deliver said order. 

“Namjoon fucking owes me for this bullshit,” he mumbles as he shuffles into the bathroom to get ready. 

Thirty minutes later, he grimaces at his reflection as he rolls up the sleeves of his black oxford shirt and fastens the platinum watch around his wrist. Grabbing his phone, he slips into his shiny, black loafers and leaves the serenity of his home to go to the shop. Since it is so early in the morning, Yoongi is able to enjoy the silence that wraps around him as he walks the few blocks to the store that he co-owns with Jin.

Navigating around the rear of the building, he starts up the delivery van and backs it up to the backdoor to begin loading the order. He had figured it would take closer to an hour to transfer and store the wreaths in the back of the van. However, time seems to be on his side and he has them loaded and secure well before that. Now, there’s only one thing left to do: deliver them to the address Namjoon provided. Which, according to the GPS, is well on the outskirts of the city. Cranking the radio, Yoongi loses himself in the miles and thoughts of just how much Namjoon owes him. 

Yoongi slows down as he drives the van through the industrial park looking for the specific delivery address. The GPS guides him through the maze of buildings and warehouses until he is at the last block of buildings, right against the river. He glances at the delivery slip, not fully understanding why he is delivering funeral wreaths to a building by the docks, and turns down the access road next to a large black warehouse. So far, the drive through the industrial park has been a ghost town, it startles Yoongi slightly to see a crowd of people as he eases around the back of the building.

He catches sight of a burly man dressed in an all-black suit flagging him down and maneuvers the van in the direction of the parking space the man is gesturing to. Putting the van in park, he slips out of the driver’s seat as the burly man rounds the hood with a clipboard. 

“Name?”

“Min Yoongi with Bloomin’ Cakes.”

The man grunts as he scribbles on the clipboard. “You got the order?”

“That’s why I’m here,” he says sardonically.

The man lowers his clipboard. “You gettin’ smart with me?”

With a hand to his chest, Yoongi deadpans, “I would never.”

It’s fascinating how the henchman’s face mottles as he steps forward to tower over Yoongi. Yoongi just cocks his head slightly and blinks innocently up at his red face, hands behind his back.

“KYUNG!” The hulk's eyes flick over Yoongi’s head as his frame stills. “Why are you about to crush one of our guests?”

Kyung’s voice is like gravel as it rumbles out of his throat, “He’s not a guest.”

The newcomer draws to a stop just behind Yoongi. “Oh?” Before Yoongi can turn fully to face the newest stranger, he can feel the weight of his gaze running down his frame. “Then what is he doing here?”

Yoongi’s shoulders press lightly to the cool surface of the van as he positions himself to keep both men in sight. Beyond the slight twitching of his fingers, Yoongi manages to keep control of his reaction to the handsome stranger that has joined them. He can’t stop his gaze from raking over the other man. His eyes rove from the slick, black hair styled back off of his forehead, perfectly exposing the sides of his undercut to the strands of hair that stop at his nape. His eyes bounce back up once they hit the shiny loafers that are such a deep shade of blue you’d think they were black. The impeccable suit is nothing compared to the sheer force of his aura. It feels like it is pulsing around him, making it impossible to ignore the shiver that roams down Yoongi’s spine. 

“You ordered flowers. I’m here to deliver them.” Yoongi finally finds his voice under the weight of the man’s gaze. 

The corner of his lips tip up slightly. “I did?”

Yoongi can’t help the frown that pulls his brows together. “Yes. You sent Namjoon into my shop a few days ago and placed a ridiculous order at the last minute.”

Yoongi hears the sharp inhales of the men that surround them when Yoongi is unable to keep the irritation from seeping into his words. From their reactions, Yoongi is expecting a harsher reaction than the slick smile that parts the man’s lips. 

“Oh, yes. I did ask him to do that.” He tilts his head forward in a small bow. “Apologies. I am a very busy man and the minutiae often evade me. I have many people I delegate to. Let me introduce myself, I am Jung Hoseok.”

The scowl on Yoongi’s face eases up slightly. “Well, if we can get these wreaths unloaded, I can be on my way.”

“So soon?” Hoseok steps forward, just short of invading Yoongi’s personal space. He runs one slim finger lightly along the buttons of Yoongi’s shirt. “You’re more than welcome to stay and join us. Maybe we can get drinks later?”

Yoongi swallows thickly as Hoseok trails that thin finger over his exposed clavicle. “That is very gracious of you Mr. Jung, but really unnecessary. I need to be on my way anyways, I still have a lot of work to complete.”

Hoseok’s hand trails across Yoongi’s chest and shoulder as he eases away and moves to the back of the van.

Yoongi slips away, rounding the back of the van to the sound of Hoseok tsking under his breath. He yanks the doors open and climbs into the rear of the vehicle. “No need for the formalities. You can call me Hoseok or Hope.”

Yoongi glances behind him before starting to position the arrangements closer to the opening to be unloaded. “Why Hope?”

Hoseok is leaning casually against the propped door. “It’s a name I was given. Hope; as in people tend to hope I will put them out of their misery sooner rather than later.”

Yoongi navigates back to the store on autopilot, pulling around and parking near the rear entrance unable to remember how he got there. He needs to get that man out of his mind, but no matter how hard he tries, his thoughts continue to wander back to the interaction that happened between him and Hoseok. 

Most interactions that Yoongi has with other people usually go without significant notice; Yoongi forgets them before the day is done. From the moment he met Hoseok, call me Hope, he knew that wouldn’t be the case here. Yoongi wishes he could put his finger on what exactly it is about this man that keeps ensnaring his focus. While in front of Hoseok, it was easy to attribute it to his looks and style, but what is the reason now? It’s not like he will ever interact with him again.

Yoongi hangs the van keys on the hook by the door and moves into the kitchen, taking note of Jin and the aggravated atmosphere that seems to surround him. Jin is so intently mixing a batch of frosting in a large steel bowl that he hasn’t even noticed that Yoongi is there. 

“What did that frosting do to you?” Yoongi speaks just loud enough to be heard over the low thrumming of the instrumental music playing through the mounted Bluetooth speaker.

Jin whips around with the spatula in his hand lofted, the abrupt movement sending frosting flying, some of which lands on Yoongi’s cheek. Seokjin has varying levels of anger, easily gauged by how flushed his skin is and how stilted his movements become. At this point, Yoongi would probably put him at a two out of five on the ‘Seokjin’s Going to Blow a Gasket’ scale. 

Leveling a weighted glare at Yoongi, Jin finally speaks up, “Well, at least you appear as if you made it out unscathed.”

Yoongi shakes his head bewildered by Jin’s sharp tone. “What does that mean? Was I not supposed to come back in one piece?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t,” Jin snaps.

Yoongi’s eyes widened. “What the hell, Jin! What does that even mean?” Yoongi watches Jin roll his eyes, his chest puffing up. “And don’t give me an excuse or try to redirect the conversation. What is your issue with Jung Hoseok?”

It’s always fascinating to watch Jin move through his scale. Currently, Yoongi is observing Jin go from a two to a four. Jin spins back around and shoves the spatula back into the bowl, his chest heaving as he grips the edge of the countertop. 

“He’s bad news, Yoongi. People who get involved with him, even tangentially, don’t always come out on the other side unscathed.” Jin’s shoulders curl inward from whatever weight he won’t share. “Please Yoongi just stay out of his orbit. I can’t lose you.”

Yoongi softens at the vulnerability Jin is revealing. It’s that vulnerability that draws him across the kitchen to Jin’s side. He rubs his hand soothingly across Jin’s back. “I’m not planning to interact with Mr. Jung again. Don’t get me wrong, I am still irritated that you are keeping things from me, but you don’t need to keep worrying about me.” 

Yoongi stretches as he walks back into the store, his back aching from carting four cakes with varying tier levels into the delivery van for Jin. Grabbing the broom from the stockroom as he moves into the kitchen, he begins to sweep after turning on a lo-fi rap playlist. He lets himself get lost in the music as he gathers the debris into one spot and disposes of it.

He backs into the storefront, keeping up with the beat letting the words flow from his lips as he drags the broom across the tile floor. Easily adapting to each new flow as the songs change. It’s in the brief pause between songs that someone else makes their presence known with a soft clearing of their throat. 

Yoongi jerks around, an apology to the customer poised on his lips; those words wilt before they can sprout as his gaze lands on Hoseok. 

“Why are you here?” Yoongi doesn’t hold back the suspicious undercurrent in his voice as he tosses the question out easily recalling Jin’s warnings about the man.

His hands held behind him, Hoseok cocks his head to the side. “You have an interesting method of greeting customers.”

Yoongi stands there and blinks at him, outwardly maintaining his standoffish vibe but inwardly his mind is a tumbling mess that is struggling to settle. He promised Jin that he would stay away from Jung Hoseok but it’s not really his fault that Hoseok came into their store. Maybe Hoseok was just in the neighborhood? He still didn’t understand why Jin despises the gorgeous man in front of him.

Damn, this man really knows how to wear an outfit; Yoongi can’t even stop himself from openly admiring him. Hoseok’s ability to awe completely in monochrome, this time a slate gray suit, is admirable.

Hoseok smirks, silently waiting as Yoongi’s eyes trail back up to meet his own. A rush of pink perfuses over his cheeks as he is caught ogling Hoseok. Yoongi looks away to set aside the broom, buying time to gather his wits before responding. 

“Is that why you’re here? To place an order?” Yoongi presses his palms to the glass case between them.

Hoseok gives a sharp shake of his head, stepping forward and bringing out what he was hiding behind his back and setting it between them. “No. I could lie and say I was, but let’s not start off this relationship that way.” 

Yoongi’s eyes drop down to look at the two rocks glasses and the decanter of dark brown liquor in front of him. “There is no relationship. And what is this for?” 

“These are the drinks I said we would be getting later. I would have come sooner, but some business got in the way.”

“And again, I said no to getting drinks.”

Hoseok tsks under his breath, “No, you said you couldn’t that day because you had work to finish. So, I have decided to bring the drinks to you.” He looks around, eyes perusing the store. “Although, I would have chosen somewhere with a bit more of an intimate ambiance for our first date.”

Yoongi scowls, “Mr. Jung, this is not a date–”

Yoongi’s words are cut short as Hoseok places a slender finger against his lips, silencing him. “I already told you to call me Hope or Hoseok, if you must.”

Yoongi swallows hard as he removes Hoseok’s finger from his mouth. “Hope–”

“Yes, Sweet Pea?” Hoseok cuts in.

Yoongi’s scowl deepens, “This is not a date. Also, don’t call me that. Actually, why would you call me that?”

Hoseok shakes his head at Yoongi as if he is being ridiculous. “Because, just like the flower, you draw me in with your beauty. Similarly, I would surmise that you also have a bit of a bite to you just like the toxicity of a sweet pea.”

Yoongi opens and closes his mouth at a loss for words. Eventually, he finds them, “Well that is an interesting perspective, but again this is not a date. In fact, I think it’s time for you to go now. For some reason, my older brother dislikes you, and I have promised him I’d steer clear of you.”

Hoseok’s eyes narrow, the angles of his face sharpening. “And do you always do what you are told?”

Yoongi straightens as Hoseok glowers across the counter from him, “That’s neither here nor there. Thanks for stopping by. Have a nice day, Hoseok.” 

Hoseok’s jaw ticks, his stare unyielding, before spinning on his heel and exiting the shop. It is only after he is finally gone, Yoongi is able to release the tension that had crept into his muscles.

If anything, no one can doubt Hoseok’s persistence; since the encounter at Bloomin’ Cakes a few weeks ago, Hoseok has placed orders twice a week for delivery. Yoongi knows he should reject the order requests as gods know if Jin found out, the man would lose his mind. He still doesn’t understand the hatred Jin holds for Hoseok. 

Yoongi’s interactions with Hoseok have been nothing less than charming, and he finds his resistance to his charms weakening with each interaction. With each delivery, Hoseok has found a reason to have Yoongi linger, and honestly, Yoongi has enjoyed his flirting.

Nibbling on his lip, he navigates the delivery truck across town to the address Yoongi has now become familiar with as being Hoseok’s home. He is pretty sure the next time Hoseok asks him out he’ll say yes and deal with the Jin fallout later. Yoongi knows Jin cares, but honestly the man is overreacting. Hoseok has been the perfect gentleman, and Yoongi can’t see a reason to resist anymore. 

Yoongi shifts the van into park at the top of the circle driveway out in front of Hoseok’s ostentatious mansion. Slipping into the back, Yoongi gathers Hoseok’s order, three bouquets of calla lilies, and carries them to the front door. Preparing to use the brass knocker, Yoongi grips the cool metal lifting it but before he can release it the large black door shifts open. 

Odd. Hoseok is usually very meticulous about his security, Yoongi has previously had to go through several layers when he has delivered here before. He nudges the door open wider, sticking his head inside to view the vast empty marble of the foyer. He licks his lips nervously, stepping inside and fully expecting someone to stop him from entering further.  None of Hoseok’s many overbearing staff appear, so Yoongi circles the towering, black marble statue of a three-headed dog in the center of the room and heads toward the open archway on the other side.

Yoongi's eyes widen as every muscle in his body freezes at the sight before him. Hoseok is standing with his back to him, one hand casually thrust into his slack’s pocket and the other steadily holding a gun that is leveled at the man kneeling in front of him. The man’s face is bloody and bruised as he cowers in front of Hoseok, pleas for mercy spilling from his split lips. 

Yoongi starts to back out of the room, his head shaking slowly in disbelief. His mind is swarming with incomplete, confused thoughts, but the loudest one is yelling at him to get out now. He only makes it two steps before his back hits something, startling him into dropping the vases of lilies. The crystal smashes onto the marble floor and the gun that was previously leveled at the poor man is now being leveled at Yoongi.

Hoseok eyes Yoongi, head tilting to the side as he holds the gun steady on him. “You’re not supposed to see this.” He sighs, shaking his head, “But, now that you have…” Large hands grip Yoongi’s upper arms holding him in place, preventing him from escaping as Hoseok turns his attention back to his victim. “As you can see, I now have other matters to attend to.” Yoongi jumps as the sound of the gun firing reverberates through the room followed by the thud of the body hitting the floor.

Hoseok’s arm falls to his side as he shifts his attention back to Yoongi. Slow, deliberate steps close the gap between them; Yoongi goes to speak but is abruptly cut off by the tap of the cold metal of the firearm tapping underneath his chin as Hoseok’s gaze holds his. “Now, what to do with you?”

Part Two

Yoongi has lost track of the amount of time he has been held captive in this lavish prison. At this point, he is positive he could describe in excruciating detail the Aubusson rug that spans the room's length. If he was honest, he was losing steam and motivation to try and escape. He figured out the hard way that the windows were bulletproof and has the sore shoulder to prove it, sneaking out of the only door was scratched as it is never left unguarded, and so far none of the guards seem like good candidates to aid in liberating him.

The thud of the rubber ball echoes through the room as it sails from Yoongi’s hand, bounces off the carpeted floor, and rebounds off the wall to land back in his hand. Frankly, this is the only thing breaking up the monotony of being trapped inside this gilded prison, aside from the silent intrusions from the rotating guards shoving food into the room. It’s been two weeks since he learned first-hand why he’s known as Hope. 

The ball sails more forcefully out of his hand as the images from that day flash through his mind; the look of terror on the man’s face, the ringing echo of the gunshot, and the chilling indifference on Hoseok’s face. The ball stings as it smacks back into his palm, his fingers clenching as he recalls the sensation of cold metal against his face as Hoseok brushed their lips together. He still can’t fully process why he returned the kiss; his mind went into shock after witnessing the brutal act committed by someone he was growing to like and the next thing he knew, soft lips were pressed to his.

The next toss of the ball is just as forceful as the last, but this time instead of ricocheting off the wall, it rebounds off a solid wall of muscle. Yoongi cocks his head as the resonance of the ball pattern changes, and the ball fails to return to his outstretched hand. His head rolls on his neck to look across the room to see a glowering Kyung staring him down, the ball resting at his feet. 

Before Yoongi can make a snarky comment, Kyung steps to the side and holds the door open for Hoseok. 

Hoseok steps into the room and flicks his hand over his shoulder, “Leave us.”

Yoongi straightens from his slouched position on the chaise lounge and watches Hoseok bend down to pick up the stray ball. He refuses to speak, just eyeing Hoseok with suspicion as the man tosses the ball casually in the air and catches it again.

“My apologies for keeping you waiting for so long before checking in on you.”

Yoongi scoffs, “You say that as if I am a willing visitor.”

With a nonchalant shrug, “Let’s not quibble over the details. I would have come to you sooner, but I have been tied up ensuring your safety.”

Yoongi feels like his eyes are bugging out. “I was safe before I ever had the misfortune of meeting you!”

“Oh, Sweet Pea, that is far from the truth. There are some truly unsavory people out there, and they will do terrible things to get what is mine.”

Yoongi shakes his head in disbelief, “You! You are those people! You murdered that poor man without any remorse.”

Hoseok stills, “Is that what you truly think? That I felt nothing for that man?”

“You didn’t leave me any room to think otherwise.”

Hoseok looks away from him, his jaw clenched; the silence stretches between them long enough that Yoongi is nearly moved to break the tension when Hoseok faces him again. Yoongi is taken aback as he watches undecipherable emotions flash across Hoseok’s face. It is enough to plant seeds of doubt within Yoongi as a pang of concern flashes through him.

Hoseok’s expression and posture settle into one of weary resignation, “Yoongi, I am a man who does what needs to be done. Even if that task would be deemed as morally reprehensible. I go to great lengths to get what I want, and once I have it, nothing will keep me from protecting what is mine.”

Yoongi swallows thickly as Hoseok crosses the room toward him. “I’m not yours,” Yoongi whispers weakly. 

A wry smile twists Hoseok’s lips as he stops in front of him. Hoseok’s hand cups his jaw, “Yes, you are. You have been since the moment I saw you.”

He wrenches away from Hoseok and glares at him. “I am not yours. Whatever could have been died along with that poor man; now let me out of here,” Yoongi spits at Hoseok.

“It’s not that simple, Sweet Pea; you’re now in my orbit, and those who would see me fail have noticed.” Hoseok circles Yoongi slowly, “It has become apparent to me that grander measures need to be taken to prevent others from fucking with me and mine.”

Yoongi huffs out a frustrated sigh, “Listen, I have no idea of what you are talking about, and, you know what, I don’t want to know. Just let me go home. I swear never to speak to anyone about what I saw.”

“You still don’t get it.” Hoseok rounds Yoongi again to face him, pulling a slim phone from his pocket. Yoongi watches as he taps away at it for a moment before turning the screen toward him. It takes a moment for his eyes to focus, but when they do he snatches the phone from the outstretched hand. His heart rate speeds up as he stares at the grainy image of Jin slumped against the alley wall behind their shop, face clearly bruised as he curls in on himself as the assailant, only a black blur, sprints away. 

“What the fuck is this? I need to go!” Yoongi shoves the phone at Hoseok and darts around him toward the door. He doesn’t make it very far before Hoseok’s grip on his bicep pulls him to a stop.

Yoongi yanks on his arm, but Hoseok’s grip just tightens. “This is what happens when I let my guard down. Someone is out there trying to get to me through any means possible. They started with you; the man you say I so callously murdered was stalking you. I found out and was trying to get him to tell me who he was working for when you interrupted. I felt it was best to keep you hidden until I figured it all out.” Hoseok glances at the phone in his hand, “ I guess they moved on to your brother when they couldn’t find you anymore.”

“If there is someone dangerous out there who is after my brother, you need to help him. You’re the cause of all this!”

A tight smile pulls at Hoseok’s lips, “You’re right. I am, and I have the perfect solution.”

“Which is?”

“Marry me.”

Yoongi guffaws. He’s at a complete loss for words, he is sure Hoseok is joking, but the longer he looks at Hoseok, the heavier the knot of dread in his chest grows. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, Sweet Pea, I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

“While I’m sure you are equally gorgeous without hair as you are with it, you should stop yanking at it like that.” 

Yoongi’s finger tangle in the strands even tighter, whirling around fully prepared to lash out when the bedroom door opens. The words choke up his throat as Namjoon steps through the door. 

“Joon?” Yoongi’s voice squeaks out. He stumbles forward to embrace his saving grace. Burying his face into Namjoon’s lapel, Yoongi desperately clings to Namjoon’s shoulders, “Holy shit, you found me. Thank you, thank you, thank you…”

Namjoon is slow to return the embrace, looking over his shoulder at Hoseok lounging on the bed behind them. Joon awkwardly pats Yoongi’s back, “I’m happy to see you well, too.”

Mind still racing, Yoongi pulls back and starts pulling Namjoon back toward the closing door. “Let’s get out of here. I need to see Jin.” Yoongi’s rush toward the exit is stopped short as Namjoon resists his pull, not moving along with his urgency. Yoongi looks back at him, “What the fuck? Let’s go, Joon!”

Namjoon’s feet remain planted as he shakes his head. “Yoongi, we’re not going anywhere.”

Slowly, Yoongi stops pulling at Namjoon’s arm as his eyes bounce between Namjoon and Hoseok. Hoseok lounges back on the bed propped up on his elbows, his foot bouncing idly as he watches Yoongi’s futile attempt to escape. Namjoon’s expression is nearly the opposite, a grimace twisting his lips as he watches Yoongi, eyes full of pity.

“What do you mean? Why aren’t we leaving, Joon?”

Namjoon avoids Yoongi’s pleading eyes as he frees his arm from his grasp. “I am here as a favor to Hope.”

Hoseok sits up, clapping his hands, “Now we can get this show on the road. Did you bring the certificates?”

Namjoon gives a sharp nod, pulling a sheaf of papers out of his inner jacket pocket and offers them to Hoseok. Hoseok unfolds them, eyes skimming the documents, humming under his breath here and there.

Hoseok refolds the papers, smacking the stack against his palm, “Lovely. I thought we could do the ceremony in the gardens.”

Yoongi snaps out of his stupor, stepping forward to snatch the sheaf of papers from Hoseok’s hand. He glances at them, scowling at the bold certificate of marriage script emblazoned across the top. “This is not happening. There has to be another way to fix this mess. I am not marrying you!”

“Oh, I’m sure there probably is another solution, but I am satisfied with this one,” Hoseok smirks, rocking back on his heels. “See, when we are married, what is yours is mine. And you know what happens when someone tries to harm what is mine.”

“Exactly. I don’t want to attach myself to someone who casually defaults to violence.” Yoongi motions between them, “This– we are not compatible; our values just don’t align.”

Hoseok hums under his breath and closes the gap between them. Eyes hooded, lips slightly parted, Hoseok trails his fingers down the center of Yoongi’s chest. Those lithe fingers tease along the waistband of Yoongi’s slacks, the back of his hand close enough to feel the muscles of Yoongi’s abdomen tremble from the touch. Leaning in even further, Hoseok noses along Yoongi’s cheek until his lips are at Yoongi’s ear, “I’m sure we align in more ways than you think. After all, we both want to protect dear Jinnie.”

Yoongi’s breath shudders out of him as he internally processes, struggling with what to do. He can feel his resolve weakening and the echo of Jin's warning to stay away fading in his memory. 

"Say I marry you, what happens next? Am I really to believe that just because we sign a piece of paper that we’re suddenly safe?"

Hoseok runs his nose along Yoongi's, " Of course not, but there are consequences to fucking with me and mine."

"What happens after?"

"What do you mean what happens after? We keep living our lives, but now we do it together. It won't be too much change at all. Well, your commute will be longer."

Yoongi's brow furrows, " My commute?"

"Mhmm, your commute to work once you move into my house."

Yoongi pulls back, head shaking. "I can't move in here and live with you."

The soft smile that was playing across Hoseok's lips falls. " I don't believe I'm giving you an option. You will live with me as my husband. Our union will be real in every sense of the word."

Yoongi shakes his head hard, “Jin would never allow it. This is supposed to be just for convenience for the mess you made.”

Sparks ignite in Hoseok’s eyes as he fists the front of Yoongi’s shirt, pulling him even closer, “Nothing about this is convenient. You are marrying me and not Jin; it’s about what we want, not him. I want you and will have you.” Hoseok’s lips crash against Yoongi’s. A beat barely passes before Yoongi is melting against Hoseok, lips melding with his as they kiss fiercely. Lips and teeth fight for dominance, but soon Yoongi acquiesces and yields to the control Hoseok is wielding. Yoongi’s lips part even further for Hoseok’s probing tongue, his hands sliding to hold Hoseok’s hips as the kiss deepens. The kiss is intoxicating and has Yoongi chasing after Hoseok when he pulls back. “And you clearly want me, too.”

Yoongi’s lashes flutter as words fail him, leaving him bereft of any denial, as he sways on the spot.

“Perhaps a compromise is in order?” Yoongi’s eyes snap open, cheeks warming; he’d forgotten that Namjoon was still in the room with them. 

Yoongi clears his throat, “A compromise?”

“Yes. A union, in more than just name, and unfettered access to come and go as you please, including staying with Jin if that is what you want.”

Hoseok scoffs, “My husband belongs at my side…always.”

Yoongi starts to protest but is interrupted by Namjoon’s noisy exhale of annoyance. “Hope, you have to give somewhere. I’m trying to help. I’m in your debt but I’d rather not force marriage on a friend if we can convince him to join with you willingly.”

Hoseok falls silent, a pinched expression on his face, as he contemplates Namjoon’s words. 

“Three months.”

“Am I supposed to understand what you mean?” Yoongi challenges.

“You are mine and will be at my side at all times, but I will give you three months a year. Three months where you are free to do as you please, and  I will not interfere.”

“None? At all?”

Hoseok nods, “Every spring. That’s a good time for your business, too, no?”

Yoongi can’t help the warmth that perfuses through his chest at Hoseok’s consideration. He gives a small nod, “Yes, it is always the time when we are busiest…Hope.”

The intensity of Hoseok’s gaze has not lessened in the time it has taken for the both of them to change and then meet in the sprawling gardens. The gardens are impressive; Yoongi would love nothing more than to explore every square inch, but he’s currently struggling with not gawking at Hoseok with his mouth wide open. 

Hoseok’s all-white attire is beautiful, but the white bejeweled harness takes it up several layers to breathtaking. Ever since he gave in, Hoseok’s eyes have been filled with an intensity that drives his allure off the Richter scale. The intensity of his attention has remained steadily focused on him ever since Yoongi willingly referred to him as Hope.

The off-white outfit that he was styled in is nothing compared to the exquiteness of Hoseok’s. He is absolutely certain of that, but the way Hoseok roams him from head to toe is almost convincing that he is equallng as breath stealing as Hoseok is. 

Namjoon clears his throat, and the couple’s attention is finally pulled away from staring at each other to the man standing between them.

Namjoon ducks his head with a shy smile, “Well, we all know why we are here, so I will cut to the chase…” Namjoon’s tenor flows around them as he reads their vows, and they each parrot them back to the other. Sooner than Yoongi would have expected, the ceremony is over, and he is officially Hoseok’s husband. His mind starts to run away from him, filling with anxious, intrusive thoughts that are soon to send him into a tailspin. 

Abruptly they are cut off as warm lips meld to his, all thought ceases, and he is melting into Hoseok’s hold. Hoseok’s lips smoothly glide against his as Hoseok pulls him even closer, the kiss gaining momentum as their lips part. 

By the time they part, Yoongi is breathlessly clinging to his new spouse. His forehead presses to Hoseok’s temple as the man dismisses Namjoon. Their words filtering into his consciousness slowly as he tries to regain control of himself. 

The crunch of Namjoon’s retreating steps are what snaps him back to the presence. “Wait– now you’ll get those thugs to back off?” He steps back fingers unfurling from Hope’s shirt, “I need to go check on Jin. Tell him what has happened, and we’re okay.”

Yoongi doesn’t make it very far before his wrists are shackled in the other man’s grip. “Shhh, Sweet Pea, it is all being taken care of. Joon can check in with Jin and my men will take care of the rest.” He tugs firmly on Yoongi’s wrist, pulling him back toward him, “We have far more important things to take care of.”

The intensity of Hoseok’s gaze as Yoongi turns back to him steals his breath. Any protest dies on his lips as warmth blooms low in his abdomen. He lets the other man guide him back through the garden and into the house. They move swiftly across the marble floors to Hoseok’s bedroom upstairs.

Yoongi has merely a moment to catch his breath before Hoseok’s lips are on his again. At the flick of the other man’s tongue, Yoongi’s lips are parting for him. The strokes of Hoseok’s tongue are sure and measured as they navigate blindly across the room to the opulent bed in the center. 

Time slips away from Yoongi as their lips and tongues slip in and out of each other’s as clothes are stripped and littered across the floor. He is breathless as Hoseok pulls back and pushes him onto the bed, the soft, silk sheets caressing his bare skin.

Hoseok stands over him, his presence even more domineering stripped of all the fine threads. His torso is long and trim drawing Yoongi’s eyes directly to the hard length of his cock straining toward his belly button. Yoongi starts to sit up, reaching for the other man, needing to feel every inch of his skin against the other’s. 

He doesn’t make it far, collapsing back down onto the bed when Hoseok’s slender fingers wrap around his own turgid length. His head is thrown back as the other man’s hand strokes him, slowly increasing the pressure with each pass of his hand. Yoongi rocks his hips upward, thrusting into Hoseok’s fist, moans and whimpers begging for more spill from his lips. 

More is what Hoseok eventually gives him, Yoongi’s hips jerk as the slickened tip of a finger teases his rim. He opens his eyes and catches the smirk playing across the other man’s lips as that teasing finger presses in, working slowly inside him. 

Hoseok bends over him, trailing his tongue along Yoongi’s jaw to his ear. He circles the digit inside the prone man, “Oh, I can’t wait to ruin you.” His finger draws back slowly and returns with two, drawing a loud moan from Yoongi as the fingers scissor inside him, slowly working him open.

Yoongi rocks his hips between Hoseok’s hands chasing the pleasure that he is being promised. He is overwhelmed with sensation between his husband spreading stinging kisses across his chest to the tight grip of the fist twisting around his throbbing cock to the deliberate way his three slender fingers manipulate that spot inside him just right. Yoongi is ready to combust.

Without warning, it all disappears, wrenching a sob from Yoongi’s chest. He opens his eyes and all the tears that were being held back, flow down his cheeks, “Why did you stop?”

Hoseok shrugs nonchalantly, “Because I could.”

Wet lashes cling to each other as Yoongi blinks up at the other man momentarily at a loss for words. Hoseok towers over him, looking very calm and self-assured as he leisurely strokes his own cock with long, sure strokes. 

“Pl-please, please don’t stop. I need more. Please, please, please, please,” Yoongi’s voice cracks as he begs but he is so desperate to come he doesn’t care.

Hoseok runs his hands down the length of Yoongi’s thighs. “You have to be more specific than that,” Hoseok teases, his hands cupping the back of the prostrate man’s knees lifting and folding the legs back until Yoongi’s thighs are touching his chest. 

Yoongi tosses his head back in frustration, his hands cover his face struggling internally on whether to give in or to push his husband’s limits by teasing back. The incessant throbbing of his cock has him folding to the other man’s silent demand. “Please, I need you.”

The last word has barely left his lips when he feels Hoseok’s cock catch his rim and press inward. Both men groan loudly as Hoseok steadily pushes in, the liberal application of lube easing the glide.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Hoseok bites out, his fingers flexing repeatedly on the back of Yoongi’s thighs as he pauses waiting for the other to acclimate.

Yoongi bucks his hips up, “Move.”

The simple demand ignites something inside Hoseok. He draws back slowly, pulling little whimpers from the man under him. Tightening his grip on his folded legs, Hoseok snaps his hips forward thrusting deep into the tight heat waiting for him. Yoongi’s hands scramble desparate to hold onto something as Hoseok doesn’t hold back. Hips smacking against round, ass cheeks with each deep plunge inside. 

Each cry from Yoongi drives Hoseok to increase his pace, he wraps his fist around the dripping length pressed to Yoongi’s belly and starts stroking it in time to his cock pushing into Yoongi’s clenching hole. Hoseok shifts just slightly, using his free hand to push Yoongi’s legs toward his chest just a little further, and is rewarded as a scream is ripped from Yoongi’s lips. Each stroke of Hoseok’s length now nailing Yoongi’s prostate directly.

Hoseok maintains that angle, tears leak down his lover’s face as he adds a deliberate twist of his wrist with each upstroke of his hand around Yoongi’s angry, red cock. Between one thrust and the next, Yoongi is arching off the bed, screaming silently into the pillows as he spills across Hoseok’s hand and his own chest.

Hoseok keeps pistoning his length in and out of Yoongi, working him through the orgasm. The vice-like grip of Yoongi’s hole around his cock has him chasing his own orgasm moments later. His hips stutter against the other man’s ass before stiling and spilling deep inside.

After pulling out, they both collapse onto damp sheets to catch their breath, riding out the post-orgasmic glow. Hoseok is the first to move, slipping off the bed and into the en suite to clean up. Yoongi lays there, eyes closed, listening to the other man moving around in the bathroom.

His mind drifts to contemplate if he made the right choice, will Jin and he be okay? Will he need to constantly be on alert from now on? He was so deep in his thoughts, he missed the sound of Hoseok returning. So when the warm washcloth strokes across his messy chest, it startles him and he reaches out gripping the other wrist, preparing to push it away. 

Hoseok arches a brow and silently waits. His look says it all and Yoongi fingers pull back quickly. Hoseok finishes wiping him down before he tosses the spoiled cloth and slides them both under the covers.”

Yoongi curls onto his side facing Hoseok trying to ignore the distracting way Hoseok’s fingers run through his hair. Yoongi clears his throat, “So what now? When will we know when Jin and I are really safe?”

Hoseok brushes the concern away, stroking Yoongi’s temple, “Oh you are perfectly safe. No need to worry at all.”

Yoongi’s brow furrows, “How can you possibly know that already?”

A truly wicked smile spreads the lips Yoongi was just kissing earlier, “Because I called my men off.”

Confused, Yoongi shakes his head not wanting to believe what is being laid out before him. “You…you did all this?” he asks, referring to allegations of stalking and the attack on Jin.

Hoseok pats Yoongi’s cheek condescendingly, “I always get what I want.”

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 In Darkness I Found You 🔞

Synopsis: In which alpha Hobi finds a severely injured omega in his front yard during a storm and discovers the horrible path that lead him to Hobi in the first place

Tags: Mentions of rape, forced pregnancy, & restraints

Hobi picked up his head from what he was doing on the computer when the flood light went on in the front yard. It was pouring rain outside & the only thing that could possibly set it off was something large moving. 

“Tae did you leave one of the dogs out?” he yelled down the stairs to his younger brother. 

“No, they’re right here!” Tae yelled back. Hobi closed his laptop and went downstairs. 

“Didn’t you see the light go off?” he asked. 

“It’s probably just a deer or something,” Tae replied clearly unwilling to go outside and check. They lived on a horse farm out in the country with their nearest neighbors 6 miles away. 

“Fine, I’ll check,” Hobi pulled on his boots and rain jacket. The downside of having 2 Alphas living in the same house was little tasks like checking for possible intruders were deadlocked longer than they should’ve been. The light had gone out by the time Hobi got out there. It was raining so hard that he could barely see in front of him. The light went back on and he smelled it before he saw it. 

There was a person collapsed in the grass, specifically an Omega in severe distress. The smell almost knocked him over. He jogged over and scooped up the young male. He was still alive, but even in the darkness of the storm, Hobi could tell he was in bad shape. 

“Tae, open the door!” he yelled. The irritated look on his brother’s face disappeared when he saw the Omega in Hobi’s arms. 

“Put him in the bathroom,” Tae said and went to get his bag. He was a nurse and Hobi was a vet, so this Omega had lost his energy in the best yard for miles. Hobi lied him down on the bath mat and finally got a good look at him. He was muddy from where he’d fallen. His clothes were old and worn out. He was thin, but the type of thin where he’d been fed one step above what he needed to survive. Hobi thought he saw blood in between his legs. He may have just given birth. But an Omega wouldn’t leave his newborn pup behind. Would he? Hobi didn’t know much about Omegas other than the ones Tae told him about from the hospital. Neither he nor Tae had considered taking mates. They were content with their jobs, animals, and sniping at each other like siblings do, especially 2 Alpha siblings. The Omega looked up at Hobi. He was clearly confused and exhausted. 

“It’s okay. We’re going to help you,” Hobi reassured him. “My name is Hobi.”

He tried to speak, but nothing came out.  

“That’s okay, I’ll learn your name soon enough,” Hobi smiled at him. He had no idea why he was smiling at him. Maybe because it reassured him, too. He’d spent years working with skittish horses and it was serving him well now. 

“Okay, let's get a look at you,” Tae said. As he went to check the Omega’s breathing with his stethoscope, the Omega suddenly got wild eyed and started whining. He tried to get away, but was too weak to do more than a half roll. Hobi looped his arm under the Omega’s arms & pulled him up into sitting position. He sat behind him bolstering the Omega’s back against his chest. 

“He’s not going to hurt you. This is my brother Tae. He’s going to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself when you fell. Nod if you understand me,” Hobi said. The Omega nodded against Hobi’s chest. 

“We’re gonna have to clean him up, too,” Tae said. “Though I think I know what’s going on here.”

“What?” Hobi asked. Tae looked at the Omega. 

“Have you been pregnant before?” he asked.

The Omega nodded. 

“More than 3 times since you presented?” Tae continued.

The Omega nodded again. 

“He’s a Breeder,” Tae sighed. 

“Isn’t that illegal?” Hobi asked.

“Very,” Tae confirmed.

“I know you won’t like this, but once we get you cleaned up I’m going to have to examine you. Since you were bleeding I want to make sure you won’t get an infection. Okay?” Tae said to the Omega. He nodded. 

“I’ll help get you washed up,” Hobi said. The Omega started to shake a little and smell like fear. “I’m not going to do that to you. I’m just going to clean you up so Tae can make sure you’re okay.” The Omega stopped shaking, but the scent of fear stayed. 

“I’ll be outside,” Tae said. Hobi started to fill the tub. He consistently soothed him like he did with the horses while he helped him get undressed and in the tub. As the mud washed off, Hobi noticed scars on his wrists and ankles from being tied up. If he really was a Breeder, that wasn’t a surprise. Omegas with desirable traits, such as a certain eye color or body type, were allegedly paid to mate with Alphas and produce equally desirable pups. The reality of the situation was they were kept as hostages and almost constantly pregnant. The practice had been outlawed decades ago. The fact that this Omega was showing obvious signs of being a Breeder meant one of their neighbors was engaging in one hell of a sketchy stream of income. 

“I’m going to go get Tae now. Will you be okay in here for a minute by yourself?” Hobi asked as he drained the tub and helped the Omega out into a towel. He nodded. Hobi helped him towel off, careful to avoid his crotch and any indication he might be interested in knotting him, then sat him back on the floor against the wall. “I’ll get some clean clothes for you, too. They’ll smell like Alpha, but they’ll at least be dry.” The look in the Omega’s eyes was grateful. The smell of fear had dissipated. This was probably the first time he’d been treated with any kindness in a long time. 

Hobi got Tae and the Omega started to look suspicious again. Two Alphas in the room was obviously one too many for him. 

“I’ll be as quick as I can. I just need to make sure nothing is going to get infected,” Tae told him. The Omega looked at Hobi. 

“Do you want me to help you sit again?” Hobi asked. The omega nodded. 

“Okay. He’s going to have to examine why you had blood on your pants. He isn’t going to knot you. He just needs to check,” Hobi sat behind the Omega again as he reluctantly spread his legs. Tae put on gloves and the Omega started to whine and shake. He’d definitely been a Breeder and only had negative experiences with medical professionals. They always took his pups away. 

“Breathe. I promise he won’t hurt you,” Hobi scratched the Omega’s head. He was grooming an Omega he’d found half dead in his front yard 2 hours ago. What the hell was going on with him? 

“There’s still a pup in there. It’s not very big, but it’s there. I think he miscarried one, but not the other,” Tae said after he finished palpating the Omega’s abdomen. The Omega looked at him in surprise. 

“How far do you think?” Hobi asked. 

“Three months, maybe? I doubt he’ll show anytime soon with one this small,” Tae said. “There’s still a risk he’ll lose this one, too. We can’t let him move around too much and we definitely need to get him fed properly soon.”

“Let’s get you dressed and get you in bed. Okay?” Hobi said. The Omega nodded still watching Tae closely. 

“I’ll get him some water and soup or something,” Tae said. 

“I’ll put him in the guest room. That should smell slightly less like Alpha,” Hobi said. Once he got the Omega dressed in a pair of his old sweatpants and tee shirt, he picked him up again and carried him to the guest bedroom. They rarely used it because they rarely had guests. 

“Here we go. Nice and cozy,” Hobi said. 

“Yoongi,” the Omega finally found his voice. “I’m Yoongi.”

“Nice to meet you, Yoongi,” Hobi smiled at him. Yoongi put Hobi’s hand on his belly. 

“This is pup number 10,” he said.

“Hi pup number 10,” Hobi said. His gut jerked at the realization that Yoongi had birthed or lost 9 pups since he presented. This would be the first pup he was allowed to keep.

“How old are you?” Hobi asked. 

“I think I’m 25,” Yoongi replied.

“You think?” Hobi was confused.

“What year is it?” Yoongi asked. 

“2019,” Hobi replied. 

“Then I’m 25,” he replied. If he’d been held captive then he’d have no clue how much time had passed other than roughly how long he’d been pregnant. 

“I have water and chicken noodle soup,” Tae said, coming into the room with a tray. “I also found some vitamins. They aren’t prenatal, but they’ll do until I can get some.”

Yoongi let out a whine. 

“I know you’re scared, but he’s not gonna take your pup or hurt you. Right Tae?” Hobi looked at his brother.

“Nope,” Tae said as he put down the tray on the nightstand. “I’m going to make sure you and the pup are nice and healthy. So you can keep a healthy, happy pup.”

“You won’t take my pup?” Yoongi put his hand over his belly. 

“No, I won’t take your pup,” Tae reassured him. “This one is yours.”

Yoongi looked at Hobi. 

“The pup is yours.  We won’t take it from you,” he said. 

“Then why are you being nice to me?” Yoongi questioned.

“Because you’re a person who deserves to be treated with kindness and respect. You’re not a pup factory,” Hobi replied. Tae nodded in agreement. Yoongi didn’t look convinced. “Let’s at least get some dinner in you. You both need to eat.”

“Yell if you need me,” Tae said and left. Hobi handed him the water and he drank it in almost one gulp. 

“Looks like you need a refill.” Hobi smiled.

“Guess I was thirstier than I thought,” Yoongi said. By the time he finished the soup, took the vitamin, and finished 2 more glasses of water, it was almost midnight. 

“Think you can sleep?” Hobi asked. 

“I am tired,” Yoongi said. 

“My room is right next door if you need anything, though Tae probably won’t want you getting up,” Hobi said. 

“You can stay,” Yoongi said. 

“You’re not afraid of me?” Hobi asked.

“You smell...safe,” Yoongi said, choosing the words carefully.

“Then I guess I’ll change and be right back,” Hobi said. As he changed into his pajamas, he thought about what Yoongi had said. Did Yoongi only feel that way because Hobi picked him up in the pouring rain from the mud? Was he only uneasy around Tae because Tae reminded him of the doctors who took his pups away? Or was it something else? Hobi had unconsciously started grooming him to keep him calm while Tae was examining him. He wasn’t his mate. He barely knew him. He’d put Hobi’s hand on his belly, his most vulnerable place. He seemed to trust Hobi. They needed him to trust at least one of them if they were going to get him and the pup healthy. It wasn’t more than that. It couldn’t be.

Yoongi had dozed off sitting up when Hobi came back into the bedroom. Hobi tried to get in bed without disturbing him and failed. Yoongi jerked awake. 

“It’s okay, it’s just me,” Hobi said. 

“Okay,” Yoongi tried to slow his breathing. 

“Down we go,” Hobi helped him to lying down. Hobi lied down facing him. Yoongi watched him intently. 

“What?” Hobi asked. 

“I can’t remember the last time I slept in a real bed,” he said. 

“Where did you sleep?” Hobi wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.

“Roll away hospital beds. It was easier when it was time for us to give birth,” Yoongi swallowed hard. 

“You don’t have to talk about it,” Hobi said. 

“Yes, I do,” Yoongi whispered. “The Alphas liked me because I was one of the prettiest males. The ones who didn’t want to be with a female almost always picked me. I fought, though. That’s why they had to strap me down. I wouldn’t hold still long enough for the Alphas to knot me. Then I got a reputation for being a fighter. That’s when it got really bad.”

“Being strapped down and raped wasn’t bad enough?” Hobi tried to keep himself calm. He didn’t want to upset Yoongi any more than he already was and by extension the pup. 

“Once I was labeled a fighter, they’d put me in a pen first to let the Alpha catch me before I was knotted. I bit a lot of Alphas. Ones who wanted pups that were aggressive would play that game. What they didn’t understand is I learned to fight. I’m not an aggressive Omega,” Yoongi’s voice started shaking. Hobi could smell the fear and anxiety. 

“That’s over now. We’re going to find out who’s doing it and where they are and stop them. You and this pup are safe. Anyone who comes in this house without our permission will have to get through us & the dogs,” Hobi told him. 

“Dogs?” Yoongi repeated.

“Two spoiled rotten pit bulls named Daisy and Violet,” Hobi told him. “They’re the biggest babies on the planet until they come across someone threatening their daddies.”

“What about me?” Yoongi asked. 

“You won’t be able to get Daisy out of your lap. She won’t be happy when we shoo her off until Tae has cleared you for lap time,” Hobi replied. “She pouts.” Yoongi smiled a little. 

“I don’t mean to be afraid of him,” Yoongi started. 

“But nurses aren’t your favorite people?” Hobi finished. 

“No,” he said. 

“He can be a jackass, but I’m biased. He’s my little brother,” Hobi grinned. 

“Sure,” Yoongi said. 

“Time to turn out the light?” Hobi asked. 

“Sounds good,” Yoongi said. 

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Hobi told him as he leaned over and turned off the light. Then he felt Yoongi nosing around his neck scenting him. “Does that make you feel better?”

“Yes,” he whispered. 

“Then rub around all you want,” Hobi hoped he could keep his knot at bay. Now that Yoongi wasn’t reeking of anxiety and fear, he smelled...perfect. Hobi wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, but it was what came to mind. He was on bed rest for the pup and the most exertion he needed was to go to the bathroom and get back in bed. Maybe once the pup was out of the woods…

“You like me too, huh?” Yoongi said. Hobi looked down. Shit. 

“It’s not like that. I don’t want to, I mean I do, but we just met and the pup and everything,” Hobi stumbled over his words .

“I understand. The pup comes first,” he said. 

“Absolutely,” Hobi agreed. 

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” Yoongi asked. 

“Is this a trick question?” Hobi asked. 

“No, but I didn’t expect to be rescued by an Alpha in the pouring rain after I escaped a Breeder Farm and was sure I was going to die in the mud. Every time one of those Alphas knotted me and hoped they’d get me pregnant so they could have their perfect pup, I’d pray that there was at least one Alpha in the world who didn’t want me, as you so aptly put it, as only a pup factory. It’s what kept me alive. One day I’d get out and one day I’d find that Alpha. I knew when I smelled you that you were different. You didn’t want me to die. I didn’t even realize I lost that pup until Tae said something. You would think I knew better after giving birth 5 times, but all I could think about was getting out. It was only after I fell down that I realized how bad it was. I dunno, maybe it’s only because I was dying that I thought the Alpha I’d dreamed about for years had finally found me,” Yoongi replied. 

“I started grooming you when Tae was examining you because it seemed to keep you calm. I don’t think I’ve ever groomed anything other than a horse or a dog,” Hobi replied. “That has to mean something, right?”

“Have you been looking for a mate?” Yoongi asked.

“No,” Hobi answered.

“Then it means something,” Yoongi said. He gently kissed Hobi. “Thank you for saving our lives, Hobi.”

“You’re welcome,” Hobi replied. “And so are you, pup number 10.” Yoongi put Hobi’s hand on his belly again. 

“Pup says thank you, too,” he said.

“Good night, Yoongi,”

“Good night, Hobi,”

[bananayuyu]

just friends (10) - sparks on the horizon

pairing: san x f reader

genre: smut, angst, a bit of fluff

word count: 10.7k

warnings: smut, MDNI, oral (f and m receiving), rough sex, facial

a/n: I can't believe I'm here posting the final part y'all. My sappier and longer notes will be at the end as always, if you'd like to read them, but for now, I really hope you enjoy <333 I appreciate all of you endlessly!

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Two Years + Six Months Later

“Okay, hi everyone, I just wanted to say on behalf of me and Maya, we really appreciate that you all are here to celebrate with us this weekend, and we truly cannot thank you enough.  Each and every one of you has supported us in one way or another throughout our lives, and we wouldn’t be here if weren’t for you all, so thank you from the bottom of our hearts, and I hope you’ve been having a wonderful weekend so far.  Now, let’s eat!”

Tina’s voice was bright and shaky with nerves, the entire rehearsal dinner breaking into applause, before silence fell as they dug into their meals.  The winter air was crisp and chilly and laced with a breeze, your thin sweater doing little to help you.  As you chowed down San noticed your shivering, and took off his hoodie and handed it to you, without saying a word.

“Sannie, you’re gonna freeze,” you pouted, looking at him with eyebrows knit together.

“I’ll go grab another one from the room, I’ll be right back,” he said as he stood, leaving the hoodie in our hands.  You pulled in on swiftly, catching the eye of your dad at the table just behind, and you smiled at him fondly.

You were out in the mountains, out in the small town Maya grew up in, at the motel her parents had owned and operated all her life.  They’d inherited it from her grandfather, who had passed before she’d ever had the chance to meet him; his picture adorned the tiny front office, the black and white portrait hung proudly on the wall.  It was a quaint and well maintained little place, boasting twelve rooms per floor, and two stories.  It had been a no brainer to hold the wedding here; Maya’s parents had insisted the field behind would make for a great venue, and had mowed and trimmed and prepped everything perfectly in preparation for their daughter’s big day.

Though they’d intended a medium sized affair, the wedding ended up being pretty large, more guests needing to stay at another motel down the road, one that thankfully was’t completely booked up for the weekend.  You and San had a room here, right next to Tina and Maya’s; being the maid of honor certainly had it’s perks, and you’d enjoyed the work of organizing you, Sasha, Bibi, and Micah into a perfect set of bridesmaids.  

As a part of the wedding party, you sat at the biggest table for the rehearsal dinner, right next to your best friend, with your handsome plus one by your side.  Micah was there too, as were all the other bridesmaids and groomsmen, many of whom were also girls.  “This has to be the gayest wedding ever,” Maya remarked when all of you had stood in place, a mixture of genders dotting either side.  You could’t have thought of a better group to be with; there was no drama, no fighting, just plenty of laughter and joy and excitement.

The rehearsal had gone well, much to everyone’s relief.  Things felt rushed and chaotic in the lead up to this weekend, but you figured that was always the case with weddings; it wasn’t like life could be paused, and fitting in all the extra work between other responsibilities was difficult.  Thankfully Maya’s parents could be relied upon for so much, and the place was perfect, food delicious, and venue set just right.

As the sun set, bathing the small field in orange and purple light, yawns were abound.

“Sweetie, we’re going to head back to our room now,” your mother said, her hand on your shoulder.  Your parents were staying at the other motel, just minutes down the road.

“Did you enjoy the sopes?” you asked, smiling as you rose out of your seat to give her a hug.

“So delicious, I haven’t had one in too long,” she sighed, licking her lips.

“Those beans are so good, huh?”

“Full of the good stuff, lard,” she added, and you both chuckled as you separated.  Your twin got up too to give hugs of goodbye, and you made your way towards your Dad, his back hunched in his wheelchair as he keenly observed the scene around him.

“How are you doing Dad?” you asked as you approached, leaning down to give him a hug.  His body was so stiff nowadays, it didn’t feel anything like it used to; hugging him was it’s own sort of sensation now, stilted but still so important to you.

“Good, fine,” he answered as he always did, your question really just a way of showing him you cared, even if you knew you’d never get an honest answer.

“Are you excited for tomorrow?”

“Oh yes, should be fun,” he lightly smiled, as much as the muscles of his face still let him.

“A little birdie told me the cake is going to be chocolate, so you’re in luck,” you smiled deviously, now grabbing onto his hand, letting it shake in yours.

“Ah, my favorite,” he said, attempting a chuckle.

“Okay dear, are you ready to head out?” your mom called as she walked your way, Micah in tow.

“Sure,” your Dad answered, letting you place his hand onto his lap gently.  “Oh, you tell San if he wants my old RPGs, they’re his.  I can send them with you next time you come visit.”

“Oh Dad, that’s really nice of you,” you answered, eyebrows turned up in admiration.  Now you knew what they’d been talking about earlier when the tables had first been set, and your dad called San over to ask him something while the rest of you fretted over tomorrow’s plans.

“Well, I can’t make use of them anymore,” he joked, again trying to smile.  “And neither of you two will use them, will you?”

“We somehow did not inherit the video game gene, unfortunately,” Micah responded.

“Probably for the best,” your Mom added, rifling through her purse to check for something before zipping it closed.  “Okay, goodnight everyone, we’ll see you tomorrow.”

You all wished them a goodnight too, before Micah started yawning as well, retiring to her room three doors down from yours after giving you a big hug.  She’d taken on extra shifts this week, now that she was finally working days and could handle it, but the adjustment was a challenge in and of itself.  Soon the whole field started clearing out, quite a few of Maya’s cousins and other family helping to clean up the area and ready the tables for the next day’s festivities, and you joined in for a moment, following their lead and helping where you could.

San sat lounging in his chair, even as everyone else bustled about and started to leave; being here was causing many thoughts to flood him, and there was relief in just letting them swirl in his head and eat at him.  It was the first time he’d seen your family again in all these years; he wasn’t sure what you’d told them, only knew that your mom was as overbearing with her praise as ever, and that your Dad seemed to genuinely respect him and appreciate his company.  Micah seemed pleased too, in her own way, that he was back.  He had no idea that it really was the difference in you that Micah was responding to, knowing that he’d caused it, that even though it had been so painful at the time, his departure from your life had been the catalyst for so much good.

You and your twin had been through change after change this past year, and though it could have been so easy to slowly grow apart and stop really talking, you didn’t let that happen.  When you visited your parents now you stayed with her in her apartment; she’d had one for years, but for some reason you’d both still stayed at your parent’s house in the living room when you came to the city.

It was habitual, and comfortable in a way, but not staying there anymore was one of those important boundaries you’d set; it allowed you both time with each other, time to process and deal with whatever new changes you were seeing.  Your Dad was only getting sicker, and your Mom was clearly struggling to cope with it; she wasn’t her best self in many ways, and you both knew that, as disappointing as it was.  You had much more capacity for understanding it now, and understanding Micah’s tempers too, knowing that she was the main person your mother relied upon, which wasn’t really fair.

You’d finally encouraged Micah to stand her own ground, and the relief of not always being the person your mother called when in crisis had helped her life improve immensely.  It was one of those patterns that had been established so long ago that she hardly could imagine a life without it.  But now that your mom had started going to therapy herself, and had a hospice team helping here and there with your Dad as needed, she didn’t need to rely on Micah so much.  It was a huge weight lifted, and for the first time in a while it seemed like your twin was living her life for herself.  Even she was finally dating again, and hanging out with a coworker she’d been friends with for years but never had the time to see on days off.

All of these changes showed in the body language of your family; everyone could tell that things were better, not just San, and no one needed a real explanation for it.  The hugs between you and Micah were longer and warmer, the look on your face when you gazed at your parents so much more caring.  It had taken losing San, of all things, for you to turn your life around, and that in and of itself could feel embarrassing; therapy had taught you not to think that way, though, to instead be simply thankful that you were spending your life in a better way now.

Parents.  Family.  It had always been a tough subject for you, one you dreaded talking about, one you avoided at all costs.  It was difficult to explain the true nature of just how severely your childhood had affected you; you’d never been without, always had food and shelter and the tools you needed, so it seemed strange to you that you’d always felt so uneasy.  You’d never had a lot, but you knew no one needed a lot to be happy; many of those with more money than you could dream of were miserable anyway, and some of the happiest people you knew were people who got by with very little.

What you didn’t understand back then was that without truly knowing yourself, you’d never be happy.  It didn’t matter what you had, what you’d accomplished, if you got the money or success or book deal of your dreams; none of it could make you happy if you didn’t dig down deep and rip open the part of you that always wanted to stay perfectly hidden.  The ugly underbelly of your heart was where the truth lied, buried underneath a myriad of complicated feelings: guilt and shame, panic, pain, self-importance, dissatisfaction, frustration, anger, fear.  It was what all kids take on when they’re young; the lie of life is to think that children are innocent, that they don’t understand the horrors happening around them.

You understood perfectly well.  Your Dad was sick at an age everyone thought was too young; your mom was forced to take care of an ailing husband far sooner than anyone thought she deserved; you and Micah had to raise yourselves, take care of your own feelings, not bother either of your parents with a single problem, because they truly didn’t have the time for you.

You’d both dealt with this differently; there was overlap in how closed off you were, but while Micah had taken a pragmatic and almost robotic approach to her life plans, you had fallen deep into the world of all things creative, needing the stories and songs and art to cope with the stresses you constantly felt.  You’d long regretted this, wished you could take yourself back to childhood and somehow reset your path to be just like your twin’s; there was plenty of cultural messaging to support that thought, but it wasn’t helpful, it wasn’t useful, and it wasn’t right.

Honest, that’s what you had to be.  With yourself, and with others, if you ever wanted to be happy.

“You feeling okay?” you asked San as you walked back to the table, still lounging comfortably in his fold-out chair.

“Yeah, just enjoying the breeze,” he sighed, looking around as you pulled out the chair next to him and sat down.  “You all finished cleaning up already?”

“Yeah, everyone’s heading inside,” you answered, wrapping yourself into a ball to fend off the chill in the air.

“You feeling okay?  Are you cold?”

“Yeah, a little,” you chuckled, sucking in a breath through clenched teeth.

“Wanna get up and walk for a moment?”

“Okay.”

You both slid out easily, San pushing in your chairs before you had the chance to yourself.  The field was nearly cleared out completely; each table was blank but a small vase in the middle, every chair pushed in, not a soul in close range.  The only people still visible were Tina and Maya, who had walked back to the small arch her mother had set up, decorated with an assortment of flowers she found in the trees behind the motel.  They were desert mountain flowers, not particularly bright or vibrant, but gorgeous in their simplicity, in the knowledge of how much they endured and how beautifully they still stood.

They held such meaning to you, seemed a perfect addition to the occasion; you were so excited for your best friend to get married beneath that beautiful little archway, her father-in-law  officiating the wedding.  Tina and Maya stood there talking a mile a minute, hands clasped together, smiles bright, barely visible in the waning sunset.

“How did Antin seem Wednesday at rehearsal?” San asked as you started moving, taking the little path that followed the perimeter of the field, walking past the lines of chairs set out for the next day’s ceremony.

“He seemed fine, why do you ask?”

“I just worry about him, I know he texted me that things are going well but I also know he gets really nervous and doesn’t want to show it,” he said, sighing slightly.

“He’s doing fine, I don’t think you need to worry about him,” you answered, hoping your words were reassuring.  “It’s always a tough thing to adjust to, a new directer.  If you think about it, it’s almost like getting an entirely new boss every few months.  Or having multiple at once, that are all asking different things from you.  It’s a lot to adjust to I think, honestly, I’m kind of thankful I’m not an actor.  It looks fun up on stage but it’s a bizarre world behind the scenes.”  

You knew the honesty might not be completely comforting, but you also felt this sense with him that withholding any thoughts was a bad idea.  As much as San wanted to protect Antin’s feelings, you wanted to protect San’s, but you knew that wasn’t how this worked.  You had to all trust each other, to believe that no matter what occurred, you would all be okay.

“I don’t know if he can handle harsh critiques, even if he says he can,” San added.

“He’s not getting harsh critiques, only copious amounts of praise.  Seriously, the director loves him, and I love him, he’s doing really well.  It’s just a hard play, the cast is so fucking huge.”  You’d neared the end of the field and turned the corner, now walking behind the entire set up for the wedding, your two friends still standing together under the little archway.  Your eyes flashed to them but you forced them away, not wanting to stare at what probably was a very special moment.  The last night they’d be simply fiancees, simply awaiting their inevitable union; your head shook involuntarily as you tried to process the change about to come, but you couldn’t.

“I just want everything to work out so that he can stay.”  The sentence left San’s lips with such weight that you stopped, placing a hand on his arm to stop him too.  The touch was such a surprise that he paused jerkily, looking to you.

“Sorry,” you said quickly, pulling it away.  “I just-“

“It’s okay,” he said, eyes softening, stepping closer to you again.

“I just wanted to comfort you, I can tell you’re worried about your friend, but we haven’t made any plans to change our agreement…”  Your eyes flicked over his entire body before moving to the trees behind him, knowing you’d need to broach this conversation now, because you were having this feeling now.

“What are you thinking about?” 

“I want to be able to hug you,” you replied, words whooshing out of you with satisfying relief.

“Then come here,” he said, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into the first hug you’d shared in months.  His warm body was a welcome comfort against the chilly air; you melted into him, wrapping your arms around his waist, not squeezing but simply letting your body rest within his.

“I’m sorry that it’s still up in the air whether Antin can stay or not,” you said, rubbing your head against his chest subtly.

“It’s okay, it is what it is,” he answered, but the sigh that wracked through him was deep enough to shake his entire torso, and you could feel it all the way down to his gut.

“It’s not okay, you should always be able to live near your best friend,” you answered.  “Obviously that’s not how life works, but it’s valid if that’s upsetting to you.”

“It is upsetting.”  Gentle silence hung, but you knew it was a challenge for him to be this vulnerable, and you wanted to say something that would neither embarrass nor discourage him.

“It is,” you finally answered, parroting him.  “But you’ll be okay even if he has to move again.  You were okay before.  And you should enjoy the time you have with him now, and not worry about him so much.  He’s an adult, he can take care of himself.”

“But I want to make sure he’s here if I can,” San sighed.

“That’s not something you can control.”

“I wish it was,” he added, too quickly.

“I know Sannie, you wish you could control everything,” you chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension of his previous statement.

“For everyone’s benefit, not for some selfish gain,” he responded, sucking in a breath.

“I know, but it’s still not how life works.”

“I know, baby.”

That nickname had never left, not even as you’d put a moratorium on physical touch; you’d always be that to him, there was no getting away from it.  And as sweet as he meant it, as wholesome and kind as he was being, it always stoked something fiery within you. You giggled as he said it, at the word and also at his tone.  Therapy had turned you into quite the advice giver, and though you sometimes worried you were overbearing, for the most part your friends and family appreciated the wisdom you shared.  But San’s use of that word made it clear he was done with the serious conversation for now.

“Control is only okay in one context,” he laughed, and you shook your head and laughed with him, poking him slightly in the ribs.

“Don’t talk about that right now,” you pouted, the heat between you growing with a fierce speed, just at the mention of something suggestive.

“Why not?” he chuckled lowly, knowing exactly what was happening to you.  Though he respected your boundaries, he couldn’t help how fun it was to mess with you; the crinkle of your eyes as you fought your smiles, the warmth that radiated off you as you got lost in the feelings and fun, and forgot the heaviness of your worries.  When you laughed San found you grew wings, like you were flying on wind he was sending your way.

“Sannie,” you pouted again, laughing as you pushed away from him gently, hardly strong enough to actually put any distance between you.

“Sorry, I just like hearing you laugh,” he chuckled, loosening his grip, but not completely letting go.  Your left hand found a home against his his torso, able to feel the hard plane of it even through the layers of clothing.  His hoodie and sweats hung off of him comfortably, but there was nothing wholesome about the way your touch was making him feel; a simple hug didn’t need to feel so complicated, but it did when so much time had passed, when physical space had stood between you for so long.

It had allowed the mental walls to come down, just as you both needed.  

As you peered over your shoulder again you saw your two friends hadn’t moved from their spot, but Maya was now down on one knee as if she was proposing again, and Tina stood laughing and covering her face, tears surely forming in her eyes.  San’s gaze followed yours, Tina’s laughter carrying through the quiet night air.  It was so strange to feel such desire when witnessing something you’d never wanted; you’d had some level of confusion about this since the two got engaged, not sure why you were so damn excited if marriage was something you’d never really believed in.

In that moment, held in San’s arms and held by the guarantee that he’d always be honest with you, you finally understood.  They both had always wanted this, had wished to share this promise with someone special and share that someone special with their friends and family alike.  There was beauty in companionship that was so aligned in it’s goals, and that was what you envied slightly, what you truly wanted for yourself.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay if we never do that?” you asked San, watching as Maya stood up and captured Tina’s lips in a kiss, one that started sweet but grew deeper, more passionate, their hands grasping at each other’s faces before they fell into a tight hug.

“Yes, I’m sure, we’ve been over this,” San answered you, turning the two of you away to leave them their privacy, neither of you sure if they even knew you were here.

“But if your mind changes in the future, will you feel like you’ve wasted your time with me?” you added, staring into the blankness of the forest, holding onto him more tightly again.

“Who’s to say it won’t be you who changes your mind?”

“I guess that’s possible,” you sighed.  “But I just really don’t see it happening.”

“And either way, I won’t care,” he said, setting his head on top of yours and squeezing his arms around you.

“You’re sure, Sannie?”

“Yes I’m sure, it does’t matter to me now.  Life is too short, and marriage is not some end goal necessary for happiness, even if some people think it is.  I know that isn’t true.  I know I was quite slow in learning that lesson, but I finally have.”  The deep breath he let out made his whole body shudder, his voice low and grumbly in a way that was making your mind a bit fuzzy.  The words felt too good to be true, too; he was right, this conversation had happened several times over, your friend’s engagement making the subject front and center in your mind at almost all times.

“You don’t believe me still?” he asked, your thoughtful silence lasting longer than you realized.

“No, I do, it’s just…” you couldn’t find the words, there were too many you wished to condense into one succinct sentence, but you couldn’t find a way.  

“All I want is you, in whatever way I can have you,” he sighed, squeezing even tighter.  “I’m never fucking letting you go.”

“Sannie,” you giggled, face getting crushed under his bicep, your breathing cut off.

“Unless things are bad again between us, then we both need to step away,” he continued, the rational side of his brain kicking in.  “I really just want us both to be happy.”

“Me too,” you sighed, wriggling to get more comfortable in his grasp, your body finding this prolonged proximity intoxicating, so easy to fall back into his chest and arms and every inch of him.  “Sannie?”

“Hm?”

“I’m tired of our little boundary,” you sighed.

“You like hugging me again that much?” he joked.

“I do, don’t make fun,” you whined, craning your head up to look him in the eye.

“I do too,” he whispered, dropping any hint of humor from his tone, just smiling at you sweetly with those deep dimples, his eyes heavy even if he tried to keep them open.

“Can we say no more to the no touching rule?  It’s been like what, six months?  I think we’re in a spot now that we can handle it,” you sighed.

“You want to remove the rule completely?”

“Yes, completely,” you nodded, taking in a deep breath and looking at him with wide, sure eyes.

“Completely?” he asked again, fixing you with a similar gaze.  Though it was a genuine question, the implication of it made you break into a small giggle, looking away from him for a moment, your neck craning to the right.

“Yes,” you said once you’d recovered, looking back up to him with a wishful gaze.  It wasn’t long until he was moving into you more, his arms locking around your waist more sturdily, his gaze sharper and heavier than you had seen it in all these months since you started seeing him again.  He was moving slowly and with care, observing your reactions to him, making sure that your words were true, that you really wanted this.  It was clear in your body’s reaction, frankly had been clear for months now that you’d really wanted this, but were holding back for your own good, and for the sake of him too.  It had been a long time; six months was a crazy length to date someone without ever kissing, ever touching beyond a few hugs, especially when you'd already fucked countless times and knew just how good it always was.

His lips met yours with heat, and immediately the months of prolonged waiting and wishing were made completely worth it; he was soft and gentle against you at first, taking his time opening you up, the way he’d always liked to do.  He coaxed his lips along your’s gently, pulling back slightly to tell you to start parting your’s, using the soft brush of his tongue along your bottom lip to help you open even further.  His tongue on yours again sent immediate ripples of pleasure straight through you, landing in your core and stoking that fire that had been waiting to be set free for too long.

Your hands snaked under his hoodie and shirt as you let him devour you as he wanted to; he was heftier than he’d been before, the years apart spent in the gym working on himself, taking care of himself in the best way he could.  It was hard for you to comprehend the thicker layers of muscle you found; you’d seen it through shirts he’d worn in the summer but hadn’t touched it yet, didn’t understand how tough and sturdy it felt, yet all warm and inviting and comforting too.  San was tipping his head to the side, careful to avoid your glasses still balanced precariously on your nose; you hadn’t had the chance to kiss with them on yet, didn’t realize the ways you’d need to maneuver around them.  You reached a hand up to pull them off, holding them off to the side as you kissed him again, worried at any moment you might drop them and loose them in the darkness of the evening.

San could feel the tension enter your body in an instant; his own hands had started snaking under your hoodie and holding your back, feeling the muscles of your shoulder flexing hard as you held onto your glasses for dear life.

“Baby,” he huffed as he pulled back, breaking the kiss.  “Let’s go set those down inside.  In our room.”  He chuckled at the pout on your face, your body feeling like it was missing what it needed now that you weren’t so intensely connected.

“Sannie, I need you,” you whimpered, holding onto his arm for dear life as he started moving.  The need pooling between your legs was overwhelming to a point that your rational thoughts had left you, even if you were worried about your precious glasses too.  It had been an agonizing wait, and the relief that awaited you dangled in front of your nose, egging your body along in it’s growing arousal and neediness.

“You have me, I’m right here,” he huffed, grabbing the glasses out of your hand and folding them closed, holding them with the utmost care as you clung to his other arm.  “Come on, we have a bed in there, we can actually…”

You whined instead of completing his sentence, your mind flying with images of what was to come.

“Stop leaning on me like that,” he continued, his left shoulder working overtime to carry your weight along with him, as he made his way back towards the building.  “Come on, let me carry you.”

You whined in response, still clearly so deep into a lustful headspace that you couldn’t respond with words.

“Baby don’t leave me right now, come back to me,” he said, turning to face you and prop his free hand on the side of your face, so you had no choice but to look at him.

“I’m sorry, I’m here,” you pouted, sighing and coming back into the moment slowly.

“No leaving me tonight, I don’t want you doing that unless we’ve agreed, you know, we’re doing that…”  He trailed off with a soft smile and you were sure in the light of day you would have seen his cheeks flush.

“Yes, San,” you answered, head tilting down in slight embarrassment, but your eyes rose to meet his and you gazed through the top of your lashes longingly.

“Don’t look at me like th- you know what, just-“  He cut himself off by stepping towards you, leaning down to put his left shoulder against your hips and hoist you over his shoulder entirely.

“San!” you called out, giggling as you rag-dolled over him, his left hand holding onto your legs for balance and right hand gingerly carrying your glasses still.

“Have a good night!” San called to your friends as he passed by them, making quick work of the small path.

“You too!” Tina called back laughing, and you raised your head awkwardly to stick your tongue out at her, making her laugh more.  Distracted by the image of them you hadn’t noticed it, but as soon as you turned the corner and were walking down the concrete path that lined the front doors of the motel rooms, San’s hand against the back of your thigh was all you could think about.

It was so close to where you needed him, you were almost worried he’d start to feel how wet you’d become from that kiss by the woods.  As he came to your room he handed you the glasses back, reaching into his pocket for the key.  You had to work at concentrating enough not to drop them; you didn’t realize how thoroughly your body was buzzing with need when your brain had dropped so far, but now it was impossible to ignore.  Once inside he grabbed the glasses back from you without setting you down, placing them safely on the table in the corner before making for the bed, finally tossing you down on it and staring at you with labored breaths.

You were finally here again, watching him rip off his hoodie with so little effort, his t-shirt riding up and exposing the strongly muscled plane of his stomach.  As soon as his was off he was pulling at your’s too, and you were pulling at his shirt, and the two of you were a mess of arms and legs and giggles, your hoodie getting stuck on your hair and making you yelp.

“Sorry, your hair is so much longer now,” San laughed, pulling back to help you untangle yourself gently and without pain.

“So is yours,” you huffed in response, grabbing onto it once your hoodie was off and giving it a slight tug.

“You like it?” 

“Yeah, it looks really good,” you smiled, pulling him into a kiss and wrapping your legs around his waist, his hips coming flush with yours.  “You should get an undercut, it would look so cool.”

“Yeah?”  He rolled his hips into yours as he said it, placing his mouth on your neck and kissing there, hard.

“Yeah,” you moaned, making him chuckle into your skin, moving up your neck further until he was at your ear, winding his tongue around the small ring that sat in your lobe.  It only made you moan louder, the feeling going straight to your head; it was going to be hard to stay as present as he wanted you, when all your body wanted to do was completely let go and give in.  But you understood why he’d said it, and now that he had you wouldn’t disobey; it had been so long since you’d done this, and he needed to know that you wanted it, that you weren’t lying, that this was a decision made of sound body and sound mind.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said as he pulled back and got a good look at you, using the opportunity to begin pulling at your little sweater and tugging it off.  There was nothing underneath, he had noticed it all day and fought with himself not to stare.  It had been like this all these months; you still often went without them, and still wore so many of the articles of clothing he remembered ripping off of you.  It had truly been a test of his will, and he honestly couldn’t be more proud of how well he’d resisted his urges.

Many nights had been spent with his cock in his hand, but it had been enough.  It had been enough, then.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he sighed as he flicked his tongue around your right nipple, and it pebbled immediately under his touch, his lips moving to suck gently.  You threw your head back in pleasure, forgetting just how good this felt and how well his body knew yours.  His mouth was like a ballerina, trained and precise in it’s movements, never faltering once; he moved to your other nipple swiftly, and that one hardened too, your legs and arms clasping him harder.

“Sannie,” you whined, not sure why you did.

“What baby?” he asked, pulling off of you to kiss down your chest and tummy further, moving his hands to the waist of your shorts and starting to pull.  You mumbled in response but it was unclear, your brain fighting with you.  “What is it, talk to me.”

“I can’t, I-“  You cut yourself off with a sharp breath, one that made San stop himself.

“Something’s wrong,” he said, not a hint of a question in his tone.

“No, no,” you sighed, holding onto his head, pulling yourself up to be more normally seated.

“Yes,” he replied, knowing.

“I just can’t stay… here…”  You gestured around, hand swirling to refer to the room; your breathing was already ragged somehow, and you could feel your pulse in your fingers and toes.

“What can I do?”

“Just, talk to me, I don’t know, just don’t shut up,” you mumbled, head braced against his shoulder, needing shooting through you so severely you could feel the comforter growing wet beneath you.

“Is it hard to believe this is actually happening?” he asked.

“Mmhm,” you nodded against him.

“Come here, look at me,” he said, taking your head in his hands and holding your gazes level. “I feel that way too, but it is, we’re here, we’re doing this.”  You just nodded with a slight pout, your eyes so glazed and cheeks so flushed that San thought he might come on the spot.  “You sure you’re ready for this?”

“I need it,” you cried, the words coming out ragged.

“Then you’ll have it baby, whatever you want.  Tell me what you want.”

“Your cock,” you mumbled, reaching forward to pull at San’s own shorts.  He laughed hard in response, but helped you tug them down, stepping onto the floor again to reveal himself entirely.  You salivated immediately, stumbling forward to drop to your knees, your shorts still awkwardly holding your thighs together and your back slumping against the side of the bed. 

“Baby, come on,” he said, lifting you up a moment to help you pull your shorts off, and now you were naked like him and completely exposed, the first time in months, the first time in years, and you were both older and thicker and stronger, and it made the room feel heavy with heat.

“I wanna taste you,” you pouted, dropping to your knees again as soon as you had the chance.

“Come here then,” he said, holding the back of your head gently, snaking his hand trough your hair.  He moved his aching, leaking cock in front of your face, waiting for your lips to open to push it towards you further.  You immediately grabbed the base of his shaft with one hand, licking the underside of his tip while looking up, needing to see the reaction.  His cheeks were flushed like yours but his eyes were sharper, and from below the giant mass of his shoulders was almost too much to bear.  He hissed when you finally made contact, face scrunching in pleasure, the hand on your head steady but not pushing.

There was a reverent quality to what you were doing; you weren’t sure where it had come from, this desire to suck him off, you’d never really done this much and never really liked to, but the need had come over you and nothing felt better than kneeling here in front of him and taking all of his thick length that you could.  He felt bigger than you remembered; these past years you’d been certain you had always overblown his size, that it was the inaccuracy of memory that gave you the impression that he was unbelievably large.  You’d often giggled to yourself at night, both desire and pain squeezing your heart, touching yourself in nostalgia for what had been.  But here in front of him you knew your memories had not lied; it seemed like he’d gotten even bigger, that every part of him had.

“You wanna be good for me tonight?” he asked, softly brushing hair out of your face as you kept working yourself up and down on him, covering his entire length in a thick trail of spit.  You nodded at his question, eyes flashing open to meet his again, before they shut as you gagged on him fully.  “Fuck,” he groaned under his breath, involuntarily.  “I want you to be good for me too baby, do what I say.”

“Yes, San,” you answered him, popping off for a moment.

“Good girl,” he replied, a scene starting to unfold, but one that wasn’t laced with a dark intense control, just a subtle one.  It was the only way you’d stay present as he wanted, he realized that moments ago when you whined in frustration; he certainly didn’t mind it, if it meant he got what he wanted, got to have you here and present and looking in his eyes as he made you feel good.

With a gentle nudge he pulled your head back towards him, and you took him down your throat as far as you could, bobbing on him while staring up, tears and droll starting to fall down your face as you tried desperately to breath through your nose.  The look on his face, equal parts loving and lustful, was so enthralling it egged you on further; no one had ever looked at you like that, and no one else ever would, you were sure of it.

“Fuck, baby, stop for me,” he sighed, holding onto your head as he pulled out, breath hitching when you sucked hard on his tip one final time.  “I’m gonna cum all over your face if you keep doing that.”  You giggled and stared up with a bright smile, your eyes heavy.  “Maybe you want that,” he chuckled, and you nodded, still smiling.  “Okay, you will get what you want, but first I get what I want.”

You nodded and stood, his hands holding under your arms to help you.  He was quick to capture you in a kiss again, a deep one with his tongue in your mouth, like he was staking his claim on it.  One hand was around your back and one was behind your head, holding you to him as you arched back a bit, the ease of the movement making it clear just how much stronger he’d gotten.  Your head went fuzzy again at the thought, and you ran your hands over his chest and arms to feel the taught muscle, then ran them down along his abs and felt the clear lines between them all.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked, unbelievably cocky for him, and your head spun.

“Yeah, you’ve gotten so big,” you sighed, his lips back on yours in a second, a dark chuckle escaping the back of his throat.  It was about the best thing he could hear, making his cock twitch against your leg, your bodies involuntarily bucking against each other, finding any bit of pleasure they could.

“And you’ve gotten so fucking curvy, fuck,” he sighed, landing a smack against your ass, making you yelp and jump into him.  He laughed, turning you around and bending you over the bed, pushing you forward so you were forced to crawl on to all fours, your ass sticking high in the air in front of him.  He kneeled down and licked a long, slow stripe up your slit, reveling in the taste and groaning into you, the vibration echoing through your core.

“You taste so fucking good baby,” he sighed, dipping in for more, sucking hard on your clit and making you yelp again, chuckling lowly at it.  It was a rush of power to be doing this again, for the wall to finally be down and your body free to be used, to be touched, to be tortured.  He didn’t want to do that tonight, not yet, he wanted this to be sweet and wholesome and full of emotion, but you two just never seemed to be able to achieve that; you were too freaky for that, not intentionally but inherently, and it always came out in these moments no matter what San thought he’d be able to avoid.

With swift circles around your clit he had you moaning in seconds, your hips pushing into his face to chase further pleasure.  His nose was pushing into your entrance and had you whimpering at that possibility of being filled completely, that way that only he ever had, that way that you cousin’t achieve yourself no matter how hard you tried.  The angle was just never right, and nothing felt hot and heavy inside you the way his cock did; you salivated at the thought as he sucked harder, your clit so alight in pleasure you almost blacked out, your moans turning pathetic and loud.

“Fuck baby I gotta fuck you,” San groaned at the sound, so turned on and so hard he felt like was going to explode.  He could hold out for a long time, something he had always been quite proud of, but sometimes in moments with you he was so overcome that he couldn’t; he really didn’t want that to be today, not when this was the first time in so long that you finally were letting him in like this.  But even if he wanted to make you cum enough times that you lost count, he also was so hard he couldn’t stop himself, needing his own pleasure too, needing to feel you squeezing down around him.  He pulled back from your pussy with a pop, lining himself up quick and thrusting in hard, your arms falling out beneath you as your shoulders hit the bed.

“You feel so fucking good, fuck,” he groaned again, and you whined and mewled and went completely incoherent at it, the rough tone making you feel like prey, like you were his and only his, like you’d forced him to hold back from this pleasure he deserved for too long.  Now he was taking it and making you pay, the thrusts so strong they were both pleasing and painful, but you loved it more than anything and needed it harder even, wanted him to pound into you as hard as he possibly could.

“Harder, harder,” you managed to squeak out, mouth muffled against the comforter, as you tried not to completely scream your head off and make everyone in the motel aware of your current position.

“Harder?  Are you sure baby?” San asked above you.

“Please, please,” you whined, arching further, looking back at him with tear-stained eyes full of want.

“Fuck, my crazy girl,” he sighed, gripping your hips to snap harder, hitting a spot so deep and perfect that with seconds you were coming undone, squeezing down on him as your thighs shook uncontrollably.  “Baby, baby, fuck, ahh, you’re squeezing me so hard,” San hissed through gritted teeth, maintaining his pace and the pleasure he was getting from it.  He didn’t let up until he could tell the aftershocks were hitting you; he pulled out quickly, flipped you over, and fell into your arms, locking you in a deep kiss before pulling back to find your cunt again.

“Need to see your beautiful face,” he groaned as he pushed back in, so close himself, using every bit of strength not to cum just yet.  He threw your legs over his shoulders and held onto them tight, loving how your face twisted up and your mouth went agape with all the pleasure you were feeling.  “You like that baby?” he asked after another sharp snap of his hips, your legs starting to shake again, your body buzzing.

“Yes Sannie, yes,” you mumbled, holding onto him, grabbing for any bit of skin you could find.  “I’m gonna cum again,” you cried, eyes squeezed shut, cunt so sensitive that you felt like you hadn’t even come down from your last orgasm before this one started blooming.  Waves of pleasure washed over you; you had no recollection of feeling this way in your life, something about it was so deep and intense that you wanted to scream, and San could sense it in a heartbeat and put a hand over your mouth as you came around him again, your entire body convulsing.

“Breathe baby, breathe,” he said as he helped you through it, releasing his hand and stroking it down your cheek comfortingly, even as he continued to thrust hard.  “You still want me to cum on your face?”

“Please,” you managed, opening your eyes enough to pout at him directly.  Your body was spent but your mind still desired the sensation of it, and you found yourself pushing up and stumbling to the ground even as the muscles of your legs still shock and spasmed.

“Fuck, baby, careful,” San said, his cock popping out of you with a loud squelch and ripping the orgasm about to wash over him away.  But he knew with just a few more strokes he’d be done for; this whole turn of events had been overwhelming in the best way, his nerves on fire, his body feeling super charged.  He helped you to your knees gently and then stood up above you, starting to stroke his red and leaking cock, holding it just inches from your face.  Your tongue lolled out of your mouth at the sight, and you managed to reach forward and actually lick him, right as his orgasm hit and the ropes of cum starting pouring out, painting your tongue completely, and your cheeks and nose and forehead too.

“Holy fuck, shit baby, ah,” San groaned above you, his eyebrows pulled together in an almost pained look, the ecstasy he was feeling so severe it was almost blinding.  In the years you had been together he’d only done this a handful of times, and though there were so many ways he loved to cum when he was with you, something about the slightly degrading nature of it in this moment felt so perfectly representative of everything that had changed.

You sat staring up at him, breathing deep once you’d swallowed what you could, wiping more of him from your cheek and licking your finger clean.  San’s muscled chest heaved up and down as he tried to steady himself, his legs feeling weak and shaky now, causing him to sink to the ground too.  He brushed a hair out of your face that was stuck to your lips, chuckling at the dirty image in front of him, and the pleased look on your face.

“You like that?” he asked, finally, the moment stretching in a perfectly comfortable way.

“Mmhm,” you chuckled, scooting over to him and climbing on his lap, peppering wet sticky kisses all over every bit of his body you could reach.  His hold of you was strong and firm and indicated all of the intense feelings he was having; you were his again, in every way now, and though it had been kind of rough and far from wholesome, his heart was swelling with love at the thought of what you’d just done.

The trust was there now, for both of you; there was no further need for the strict boundary, because everything that needed to be said had been spoken, and seemingly every problem had been resolved.  He knew that nothing was ever perfect, and there was sure to be issues in the future, confusion or disagreements to resolve.  But now he was positive that between you the skills existed, that words could resolve every issue, that no longer would you get buried in each other and so codependent, using sex as a distraction to cover any bit of uncomfortable emotion.

It was different, this time; he felt it as you both cuddled in bed, as you showered together in comfortable silence, as you spoke softly of the day to come as the night wound to a close.  Sex between you now was all about connection, and for the first time in his life he understood why some people spoke of kinky acts with such reverence; to be so deeply entrusted to someone that you let them throw you around, hurt you, take control of you body entirely, was a remarkable thing, something only achieved through the upmost emotional maturity.  

Now, that maturity existed between you.  Everything else in life could ride on it, could thrive on it, and he no longer had to worry at all.

“Good morning sweet pea!” you called through the half-opened door, Maya’s mound of curly hair just visible, hanging off the corner of the bed.

“Too early,” Tina groaned as you entered their room, ten on the dot, the time you’d agreed upon.  Maya laughed, pushing the covers off of herself and sitting up, yawning deeply as she stretched.

“You two up late last night?” you asked her, closing the door quietly and walking towards them.  Maya just nodded, her smirk letting you know all you needed to.  They’d always been like this and you expected nothing less; you were certain tonight would be hours of fucking if all went to plan today.

“Baby, you told her to come this early, come on,” Maya sighed, but her tone was sweet and she smiled brightly as she rolled over to her soon to be wife, running a hand through her hair softly.

“This is not the day to sleep in and be late to your plans Ti,” you added, chuckling.

“I know, just give me a fucking second,” she mumbled, pulling her pillow over her head.  You and Maya erupted in laughter; how funny it was that even on this big day Tina was struggling to stay on schedule, her old habits dying hard.

“I brought you coffee,” you offered.

“Oh thank fucking god,” she sighed, finally pushing herself up, sticking out a hand before even opening her eyes.  Maya pushed up too and gave her a hug and kiss, before standing and grabbing her phone and keys.

“Well I’ll be off, see you in a few hours,” she said, giving you a hug too, then leaving.  This morning they’d agreed to be as separate as possible, wanting to be surprised by whatever the other was wearing.  You couldn’t wait to see their faces and inevitable tears of joy; you knew you’d be joining in on the waterworks, you’d warned everyone already and had water-proof mascara along for that very reason.

“You ready for today Ti?” you asked once it was just you two, sitting on the bed in front of her, watching her hungrily sip at the warm drink in her hands.

“I think so,” she chuckled, sighing.

“You nervous?”

“Well, yeah,” she mumbled.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I just am.  There’s been so much buildup, so much shit going on, if something goes wrong it’ll feel like all that work was for nothing,” she said, lips turning down slightly in a pout.

“I will make sure nothing goes wrong, that’s why I’m here babe,” you smiled, grabbing her hands and pulling them into her lap.  “You just focus on having fun today and enjoying yourself.”

“Okay, I’ll try my best,” she answered, a small smile forming on her lips.

It was only thirty minutes later that the rest of the bridesmaids arrived; Sasha and Bibi brought her dress, carefully carrying it between them in a huge black garment bag.  Sasha’s huge makeup bag was slung over one of her shoulders, and you quickly ran back to your room to grab the supplies you needed to do Tina’s hair, having forgotten them in the morning.

When you entered your room San was just stirring; your alarm had woken him earlier, but he was tired and it was the weekend, so he let himself sleep more.  His long hair was laying messily over his face, and the low grumble he let out as he stretched was too beautiful a sound to ignore; you stumbled over to the bed, sat next to him and leaned down to pepper kisses over his cheeks, making him grab onto you and actually kiss you.  He hadn’t said a word yet this morning, hadn’t done hardly anything but yawn and roll over; kissing you first thing was the best start to the day, something he could surely get used to.

“Why are you here?” he asked, running a hand through his hair and yawning.

“Forgot my curling iron and hairspray and bobby pins, and… yeah basically everything I need,” you laughed, looking towards the small vanity in the corner of the room where you’d laid everything out the day before.

“Cause you’re too excited?” San asked, pushing up to his elbows.

“I guess so,” you chuckled, brushing away hair that had again fallen in his eyes.

“I really need to get it cut, goddamn.”

“No please don’t, I love it so much,” you pouted, running your hands through it, tugging slightly on his roots.

“You just like doing that,” he murmured, his eyes closing again as his voice dropped.

“Maybe,” you giggled, doing it again, slightly harder.

“Are you trying to make me hard?”

“No, I-“

He cut you off by grabbing you, his body suddenly alight in energy even though the remnants of sleep were still in his eyes.  Pinning you to the bed he kissed you hard, moving to your cheek and your neck, your laughter building the whole time as your body tried to recover from the surprise of his movements.

“You think it’s funny to make me hard first thing in the morning?” he asked through labored breaths, but he was laughing too, his dimples popping in that way that always made your heart ache.

“Sannie,” you sighed, staring into his eyes mere inches from yours, before kissing him again, softly.

“I know you need to get back to her, I just had to do that,” he chuckled, sitting back on his knees, helping you up.  You could see through his sweats that he was in fact hard, and you looked at his bulge rather pathetically; you felt bad he’d have to deal with it himself this morning, the whole day stacked with plans, not a chance for you to help him.

“Stop looking like that, I can handle myself for a day,” he chuckled.  “What’s a day when I lasted six months?”

You snorted, slapping his shoulder playfully and dipping your head in what almost felt like embarrassment; you weren’t sure why, but now that things were changing and that period of celibacy was behind you, it already was starting to feel sort of ridiculous.

Ridiculous, but needed.  The time that had allowed things to blossom again, to regrow, stronger, healthier, with deeper roots.  There was no breaking your bond now, not with how gracefully and intentionally it had been repaired.

“Go, don’t be late.  I’ll see you later,” he smiled, kissing you once more before moving off the bed, allowing you to do the same.  You quickly scrambled to grab your things, heading back out the door and jogging the twelve feet next door, the entire room already a tornado when you returned.

“What took you so long, miss thing?” Sasha asked as soon as you entered, already starting on Tina’s face makeup, the group of you wanting all the time in the world to get this perfectly right.

“Oh nothing, just San was up, so…”  You gestured with your hands as if they explained anything, fighting a smile forming on your lips.

“Did something happen last night?” Tina asked, and immediately your eyes snapped up, feeling like she’d read your mind.

“How could you tell?”

“Last night he was carrying you over his shoulder,” she laughed, forcing Sasha to pull back her sponge for a moment.

“Yeah?”

“And we saw you guys kissing,” she continued.

“Oh, well, shit, I didn’t think y’all even knew we were there,” you snorted, and the entire room’s eyes were on you, shocked by everything Tina had just said, knowing all about your agreement with San.

“So you guys are done with your no touching rule?” Micah asked, starting to apply her own makeup in her tiny portable mirror propped up on the bed.

“Yeah,” you smiled, and the entire room started cheering, making you cover your face and groan a bit.  

“I feel like you all are more excited than me,” you laughed, shaking your head at each one of them.  “This day is about Tina, too, I don’t want to overshadow that.”

“You won’t mija, but this is such good news!” Bibi responded, everyone nodding in agreement.  “Felicidades y lo mejor.”

“Gracias Bibi,” you replied, smiling genuinely, finally organizing yourself enough to start working on Tina’s hair.  You sidled up behind her, plugging the curling iron into the wall, before getting to work sectioning off her hair and clipping it up.  The room fell into a steady lull of meticulous work, and as you finished curling the bottom section of her hair, Tina finally spoke.

“So, did you fuck last night, or what?”

“Titi,” you laughed, nearly burning yourself in the process.  “I have a very hot weapon in my hand right now.”  You mimicked hitting her with it which made her jump a tiny bit, Sasha scolding your for messing around and almost messing her up, too.

“So you did,” Tina laughed, reaching back her hand to try and poke you.

“Yeah, yeah we did,” you mumbled, laughing as Sasha howled, your twin completely crumbling in laughter, having not experienced the many funny voices and faces of your hilarious coworker.

It took many hours of meticulous work, but eventually as the afternoon wore on you’d all transformed Tina into the bride of her dreams, her hair curled and fluffy, her makeup soft but not subtle, her dress so perfectly fitted she looked like a Disney princess.  She’d gone with a sleeveless option, the new tattoo on her right upper arm visible, the bottom of the dress flowing and huge like her hair, covering the dainty white heels she was wearing.  After scarfing down some food, you all made final adjustments to your own hair and makeup, having worked in shifts helping each other, doing whatever you felt looked good in the moment.  Tina and Maya hadn’t requested anything perfectly coordinated, just wanted you all there and feeling your best, happy smiles on your faces.  It was easy to fulfill their wish when the day had been so pleasant already, elation and joy filling the air as you all slipped into your dresses and made final touches to your faces.

You waited for the text from Tina’s mom that everyone was ready, then waited just outside the door for her to walk over and take Tina’s arm in hers.  The four of you made your way to the small ring of trees being used as a sort of backstage area, then lined up with the four groomsmen, and finally walked your way up the aisle, a small group of local musicians alighting the air with the atmosphere of dreams.

Maya looked sharp and stunning in her suit, just as you’d expected, and as you walked past her you smiled giddily, so excited to see her reaction to the masterpiece that was your best friend in her white dress.  As you all lined up either side of the arch, the music stopped, then swelled, and a new song was started; the song, the predictable one, the one Tina had requested specifically.  She’d always loved Mendelssohn’s Wedding March in C Major, as cheesy as it was; she had always dreamed of this day, and that song was always the soundtrack of all those dreams, a lullaby of future hope and happiness.

And as she turned the corner, as every head in the seats craned backwards, you focused your eyes on her partner, on the one who had made this dream come true for her.  Maya’s eyes were glassy with tears and she did a remarkable job holding them in, taking deep breaths to help steady her nerves.  Tina was also on the brink of tears, but doing a far worse job of hiding it; you saw one slip down her cheek as she neared the little arch, and Maya reached up to brush it free from her cheek, whispering something.

Your eyes scanned back over the rows of loved ones, catching on your mom, your dad, and then San, sat comfortably with your parents and smiling widely.  As Maya’s father commenced the ceremony everyone fell quiet, his wavering sing-song voice filling the air, but you weren’t making out any words, only the soft hum of them.  Your eyes were stuck on that beautiful handsome face; his deep brown eyes, his dimples, his hair falling slightly in front of his right eye. 

There he was, the love of your life.  In his eyes was the promise of love to come, of true companionship, and the proof that you’d changed, you’d grown, that you were so much better now.  Tina and Maya kissed, the rows of smiling people clapped and cheered, tears sprang in your eyes, and life felt about as right as it could.

(the end)

taglist: @pyeongstarr @hwaromi @hi00000234567 @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starhwa1024

@completelyjae @midnightrebel1028 @pautiny27 @snapcracklen @randajjjad

a/n pt. 2: as with my last series, it's truly blowing my mind that I even made it here. this series challenged me in many ways, I felt extremely unsure after finishing part 5 if I'd even be able to write the rest. I feel so proud that I found a way to do it, that I pushed on, and I can't thank you all enough for the response I've gotten.

the asks I've received about this story have absolutely blown my mind. to know so many of you have connected with the story and care so much about these two characters like I do is a spellbinding thought. if you ever have left comments, reblogs, or asks for me, know that I absolutely adore you and I think about your words often. feedback is what every author craves, and I feel so lucky to have received such kind words from you all.

tomorrow will be my one year anniversary of writing and posting fics on here, and to think back now at how much has changed, it's honestly hard to comprehend. though I don't struggle with romantic relationships the way our mc in this story does, there are always hurdles we face in life that seem incomprehensible at the time, that often we are hardly aware of. I hope that in the coming years I can go on a journey similar to hers, and I hope that you all can as well. know that you deserve love, good and healthy love, without pain or confusion or fear. not just form others, but from yourself as well.

I love you all to pieces. thank you for everything <33333

[dde719]

Oneshots:

Workout- Jungkook x reader- long distance love

https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/742986481705058304/an-hope-everyone-enjoyed-it-as-stated-in-my?source=share

Switch- Yoongi x Reader

https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/742988668602597376/dont-roast-me-i-was-editing-these-story-covers?source=share

Love on Top- Yoongi x reader-

https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/743320323078881280/an-this-was-the-second-story-ive-ever?source=share

Paradise- Ot7 x reader

https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/743322454480551936/pairing-ot7-demons-x-yn-brown-skin-girl-written?source=share

Ex-Yoongi x reader- a toxic lover visits her at work.

https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/735337263773466624/pairing-yoongi-x-reader-ex-boyfriend-pays-a-visit?source=share

Chef- Namjoon x reader- he's a restaurant owner who needs extra help learning in the kitchen.

https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/735480880225812480/in-the-weeds-the-kitchen-is-extremely-busy-and?source=share

Hawaii- Jimin x reader, Jungkook x reader-

https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/743347796491583488/pairing-jimin-x-reader-jungkook-x-reader-wc?source=share

Fire & Ice- Hoseok (twins) x reader- au about twins with different abilities

https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/743350024624390144/pairing-twins-hoseok-x-reader-wc-18k-written?source=share

Beasts & the Harlot- Sope x reader- inspired by the song, a night in Vegas Changes Her Life.

https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/722794957005570048/beasts-the-harlot?source=share

Jeepers- Namjoons x reader, Hoseok x reader- inspired by Hoseoks' folio, loosely inspired by Jeepers Creepers (AN will make sense.)

https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/723973380158767104/jeepers?source=share

Bday- Jungkook x reader, Namjoon x reader- a oneshot done for my besties bday.

https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/728136635000160256/bday?source=share

What is he thinking? -Jungkook x reader- a couple unsure whether to keep trying or walk away.

https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/735968253760897024/an-i-wrote-this-on-twitter-as-a-prompt-one-of-my?source=share

First- Namjoon x reader (taller girl)-

https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/745300666919043072/pairing-namjoon-x-reader-taller-girl-wc?source=share

Sin City - Jungkook- a night of passion in Vegas-

https://www.tumblr.com/dde719/774067369330032640/sin-city-jungkook?source=share

Completed Au:

Show Me Your Darkness- Hobi x reader, Yoongi x reader, Jimin x reader- angst, infidelity, smut-

AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42641346/chapters/107111691

Wattpad

https://www.wattpad.com/story/321507407?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=dde719

A Hopeless Place- Jin x reader, Namjoon x reader, Tae x reader- drug addict finds love in mental institution but it's not all that it seems.

AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43546710/chapters/109488975

Wattpad (Story was removed from WP for guidelines :(, maybe it will come back... I've tried )

https://www.wattpad.com/story/326301409?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=dde719

Butterfly Mafia- Yoongi x OC, Jimin x OC

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48339118/chapters/121917094

At The Bar- Taehyung x Reader

Wattpad-

https://www.wattpad.com/story/321351815?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=dde719

Ao3-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42604467/chapters/107017842

Completed Fantasy Au:

Fantasm- Jin x reader, Jungkook x reader (brown skin girl, interracial couple🔞 alien au-

AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42703725/chapters/107276787

Wattpad

https://www.wattpad.com/story/324094384?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=dde719

Our Lady of Sorrows- Tae x reader(brown skin girl)- Tae is a demon preacher, she's a nun-

AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42950976/chapters/107910789

Wattpad

https://www.wattpad.com/story/326307098?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=dde719

Forbidden Desires- J Hope x OC, Jimin x OC- 🔞 the lives and drama that happens in the kingdom of Panem.

AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49791631/chapters/125687737

Wattpad

https://www.wattpad.com/story/351364205?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=dde719

***Stories in progress are listed below, will post links here once completed***

The Librarian

Unkept Promises

Baby Momma

Dead By Sunrise

Angel

[theharrowing]

i posted chapter 1 in dec 2022 and then.............never wrote the rest.💀💀💀 chapter 2 is fully written & in editing stage! chapter 3 is fully plotted!!! 2024 is the year i do this baby justice.

Showstopper

Hoseok knows the rumors.

Everyone in the industry knows the rumors.

Min Yoongi is a player. Min Yoongi is a snake. Stand in front of Min Yoongi’s camera, and you will be just another one of his victims—prey for him to use as he pleases and toss away when he gets bored.

Still, when Hoseok gets the call to audition for the magazine at which the elusive Min Yoongi works as the lead photographer, he does not hesitate to say yes. This is Hoseok’s dream, and he will be damned if he lets some industry hotshot stand in his way. He is an up-and-coming model who has worked with some of the hottest, most chaotic people in the business; surely, one man is not capable of hip-swishing into Hoseok’s life and throwing a wrench in all his plans. 

📸 Hoseok x Yoongi

📸 word count: in progress (13.5k, currently)

📸 strangers to lovers, model & photographer au, angst, smut, fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+

📸 notes & warnings: pining, angst, sexual tension, yoongi is a player, hoseok is trying his best, bickering as a form of flirting, eventual smut (smut warnings are subject to change but expect: top hoseok, bottom yoongi, [maybe switching,] dirty talk, blow jobs, ass to mouth, anal fingering, anal sex, praise, power play, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, and more!)

📸 written for the BTS Found Fest!

📸 thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading!  

📸 posted dec. 2022 - present | read on ao3

1: With me calling the shots, you will blow everyone away | 13.5k words 

2: coming soon!!! for real!!!

3: coming eventually!

4: coming eventually!

tags: @codeinebelle @dasexydevitt13 @fluffybuns69 @giriiboyy @idkjustlovingbts @itsmina29 @mgthecat​ @moonleeai @m1sss1mp @spookyminyunki 📸 want to be added to the tag list? or to all of my tag lists?? or just mxm tag lists??? dm me!

Showstopper is copyright 2022 theharrowing, all rights reserved.

[myprincejinnie]

bts tumblr fic recs!!

-separated by member and then genre-

if it has more than one genre like mafia and soulmate au then i will put it in the section that i think it leans more towards, but most will have summaries and warnings as well so it will be easy to figure out (hopefully lol). the genre is more au based and not like friends to lovers and stuff bc most aus have those genres as well and it is hard to separate. if it doesn't have an au it is prob in others. this list looks kind of scuffed bare w it pls. i really just made this to keep track of my fav fics so i can reread them. + some of them i haven't read in a while. and others i didn't add bc they are either on hold or it is pretty obvious that they are never going to be finished )); i really like hybrid, a/b/o, and soulmate aus so lots of those !! i go to tumblr after finishing my manhwas and when i get tired of trying to find fics on ao3, so i prob have more on the ao3 list. find other group and fandom lists here. >>the mentioned ao3 list<<

📕 - one shot/head cannon/short

📚 - series

🔃 - ongoing

✅️ - completed

🔞 - smut + not going to put all warnings for the type of smut going on in each so make sure to read warnings on the og post jic

OT7 (poly w all or just some)

___soulmate au___

love poem by minniepetals (OT7)📕

Summary: for years you’ve suffered for the longest time and for years they’ve hurt without understanding the true meaning behind it all. soulmates connected through the hearts, soulmates connected through the slightest touches, and when they finally meet their last soulmate, the seven gods vowed to themselves that they will love and protect you for the rest of their immortal lives. >> Warnings & Tags: mentions of death, mentions of war, minor character deaths, fluff, angst, soulmates au, poly, gods au, god of knowledge namjoon, god of stars seokjin, god of music yoongi, god of sun hoseok, god of spring jimin, god of ocean taehyung, and god of hearth jungkook. Notes: SO CUTE !!

baby (you complete us) by purpleyoonn (OT7)📚🔃🔞

Summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches. Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing. >> Warnings & Tags: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, idol bts x disabled mc, and mentions of disability Notes: read the warnings on each individual part. will end up having smut !!!

FRUITS, DAISIES AND A SPRINKLE OF LOVE by imnotlauriane (OT7)📚🔃

Summary: A soul's bond's archives is a shared space between soulmates, a safe space that allows the fated ones to share memories between themselves, a method commonly used to find each other without having to wait endlessly for luck to play its part. But when your own archives get tainted with pain due to bullies with too much time on their hands... Needless to say that despite you not knowing if you have soulmates, you begin to believe that maybe it's a good thing if you don't have any. >> Warnings & Tags: bts x reader, soulmate au, m/f, multi, rated m, mentions of abuse, and there will at times be gruesome details of bullying shown in the form of flashbacks and dreams.

___a/b/o au___

Lone Wolf by sopebubbles (OT7, SOPE FOCUSED)📚🔃

Summary: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life. >> Warnings & Tags: bigotry, including internalized bigotry, negative self-talk, neglect, childhood trauma, mentions of SA, a/b/o, omegaverse, angst, poly ot7 x reader, sope focused, and hurt/comfort. Notes: read the warnings on each individual part. might end up having smut !!!

Snow Angel by daichiduskdrop (OT7) 📚🔃(🔞?)

Summary: After Yoongi and Jimin find a distressed omega in the mall they take her home in an attempt to settle her. Quickly getting attached, the whole all-alpha pack starts to wish to keep the girl around, going completely soft for her. >> Warnings & Tags: a/b/o, strangers to lovers, and fluff Notes: read the warnings on each individual part. might end up having smut !!! the following chapter is listed at the end of each chapter, the mlist isn't being updated at the moment.

Best of Us by bts-trash-blog (RAP LINE x READER)📚🔃🔞

Summary: Being an Omega is hard, it could be so lonely. The hardships that you would sometimes feel seemed to much, always expected of things you could never fully reach. Always seen as a piece of meat to some, seen as weak and stupid. So you worked your ass off to finally work your dream job. And the world all changed when you met one of the bosses. And couldn’t help but end up falling. >> Warnings & Tags: a/b/o, rap line x chubby omega reader, mentions of sexual harassment, heats, ruts, SMUT, angst, and possessive behavior. Notes: read the warnings on each individual part. the next chapter is listed at the beginning of each chapter.

Before I Leave You by hollyhomburg 📚🔃🔞

Summary: Someone always has to leave first; They just didn’t expect Yoongi to come back with a new omega (who’s clearly been through some shit). >> Warnings & Tags: a/b/o au, mafia au, poly, SMUT, heat, praise kink, emotional abuse, physical abuse, forced mating marks, graphic murder scenes, negative self-talk, self-esteem issues, non-verbal characters, abandonment, PTSD, hurt/comfort, gluttonous fluff, agoraphobia, implied/referenced self-harm, suicidal thoughts and brief desperate suicide attempt, unreliable narrators, gender dysphoria, transgender characters, internalized transphobia, internalized misogyny, epilepsy, slowish-burn, beta yoongi, omega reader, omega jungkook, omega seokjin, alpha namjoon, alpha hoseok, alpha taehyung, and alpha jimin. Notes: read the warnings on each individual part.

___fantasy au (werewolf/vampire/etc.)___

Right Here, Right Now by hobidreams (RAP LINE x READER) 🔞📕

Summary: what if little red wants to get eaten by the big bad wolves? >> Warnings & Tags: werewolf au, college au, SMUT, pwp, humor, they’re still kinda sweet, not actually a fairytale au Notes: filthy and hot, but oh so good.

___hybrid au___

heartbeat by minniepetals (OT7)📕

Summary: running away from your master is never easy so you deem yourself this will be the last time if you are fatefully brought back to his hold again. so what happens when you stumble upon seven men who says they won’t bring you back? what happens when they promise you their love and care instead? >> Warnings & Tags: mentions of abuse, running away from an abusive household, hybrid cruelty, hurt and comfort, angst, fluff, hybrid reader, and rich bts. Notes: this is so cute, gentle, and heartwarming ugh SO SO GOOD.

core pride by pasteljeon (OT7)📕🔞

Summary: ot7 where you’re rich and lonely so you adopt 7 hybrids. chaos ensues. >> Warnings & Tags: brief description of assault/violence, panty sniffing, sub jimin, sub jungkook, ur once again the meat in the jikook sammich, bathtub sex, lotta angst, some fluff, hybrid au, wolf namjoon, tuxedo cat yoongi, golden retriever hoseok, tiger taehyung, calico cat jimin, bunny jungkook, and honey bear jin.

Dance To This by hollyhomburg (JIN x JOON x READER)📕(🔞?)

Summary: none. >> Warnings & Tags: eventual polyamory, blindness, service hybrid au, non-explicit sex, non-physical intimacy, mentions of anxiety and depression, hybrid jin, hybrid joonie, blind reader. Notes: idk if part 2 is going to come out so ...

Wait, Little Rabbit! by bangtanflirt 📚✅️🔞

Summary: You, a meek little bunny hybrid, find family amongst six predator hybrids and their lovely human caretaker. >> Warnings & Tags: bruises and a cut, joon is prejudiced against prey hybrids(at the beginning), fear, loss of consciousness, mentions of abandonment and minor character dying of old age, mentions of bullying, SMUT, hybrid au, bunny hybrid reader x human seokjin x dog hybrids jimin and hoseok x cat hybrid yoongi x wolf hybrids namjoon, taehyung, and jungkook. Notes: read the warnings on each individual part. the next chapter is listed at the beginning of each chapter.

___other (idk)___

The Little Things by xxdaengx 📕

Summary: You've never been more glade to have seven men by your side to help with your recovery. Even when times get tough you know they have your back. >> Warnings & Tags: fluffy, romance, polyamory, recovery au, idol bts, sfw, domestic bts au, established relationship, mentions of heart condition, mentions of surgery, reader is in recovery from a surgery, and bts just being sweet.

JIN

i swear i have read a ton of jinnie ones i just cant find them ):::

YOONGLES

___soulmate au___

Maybe I'm a little Dangerous (Maybe Love is Too) - hollyhomburg 📕

Summary: Rare Soulmate marks don't guarantee that you find your soulmate easily, and when your soulmate is the head of a mafia, being together will never be easy either... >> Warnings & Tags: torture, gore, mafia yoongi, killer yoongi hurt/comfort, fluff, insecure reader, self-hate, soulmate au, fluff, and a happy ending. Notes: ALL OF HER FICS ARE GOOD nihyuybnjkyff

The Sugar Wars by hollyhomburg 📕

Summary: Maybe tasting everything his soulmate eats wouldn’t be so bad if Yoongi’s soulmate didn’t have the largest sweet tooth Ever. Maybe you wouldn’t need to sweeten everything if he didn’t drink his coffee so bitter.  >> Warnings & Tags: blood, fluff, intern reader, and brief angst. Notes: I LOVE HOLLY

Just Be Cool by goldensugarywaffles📕

Summary: You’re the newest producer at HYBE Entertainment and it’s your first day. Everything is going to be perfect as long as you keep your cool. >> Warnings & Tags: just fluff and an awkward reader, and soulmate au.

___college au___

Honey Bear by v-hope📕

Summary: Based off a request + “Could I request a one shot Yoongi? Yoongi has been having a really hard time sleeping recently, and so has reader so they make an agreement to be each other’s teddy bears so they can go to bed. They’re pretty good friends, so it shouldn’t be awkward, but it is until they get used to it and one of them realizes they like the other (you can choose who) and claims that they can sleep again, but they’ve gotten worse because they’re used to sleeping by the other and it hurts to be this far away now??” >> Warnings & Tags: fluff, a lil bit of angst, college au, mentions of pianist yoongi but that’s not the main plot. Notes: cute and fluffy

___a/b/o au___

The Mark of Yun-Ki by ladyartemesia 📕🔞

Summary: For a thousand years the tiger god Yun-Ki has marked the heirs of the Min Empire and thus only a marked heir can inherit the throne. When the beautiful daughter of the Min Emperor’s loyal warlord rescues a mysterious tiger hybrid from the imperial prison, she unleashes a secret that the throne would kill to protect. The young emperor claims to be the chosen heir... but who really bears the Mark of Yun-Ki? >> Warnings & Tags: a/b/o sexual dynamics and mating, claiming/marking/biting, explicit sexual content, impreg, a brief mention of slavery, rut/heat, SMUT, hybrid/a/b/o au, Royalty au, Fantasy au , and daechwita au.

___other (idk)___

straight shooter by snackhobi 📕🔞

Summary: min yoongi is the best in the business. you're the best gunsmith int he city and the only person he trusts to program his tech; to make his gear. he likes your work. it's a shame, then, that he doesn't like you. >> Warnings & Tags: cyberpunk au, SMUT, frenemies (?) to lovers, hitman yoongi, black market dealer/gunsmith reader. cursing & explicit language, whole lotta tension, sexual and otherwise, mentions of injury/violence, minor character death (no one important, don’t worry, this isn’t an angst fic), brief hurt/comfort, reader has tattoos, sexually explicit content, and brief mention of aftercare.

Blind Love by yoonlattesworld 📕

Summary: yoongi feels his whole world crashing down at the thought of losing you. >> Warnings & Tags: teeny weeny angst in the beginning. Fluff fluff fluff!! happy ending too! husband mafia yoongi x blind wife reader, all mafia warnings included in this as well prob.

And SCORE! by feelthemadnessinside 📕

Summary: just a silly little Drabble I came up with while watching Yoongi attend all the NBA games >> Warnings & Tags: none and fluff.

care for you by archivedkookie 📕

Summary: Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what. >> Warnings & Tags: fluff, doctor au, curse words, yoongi is way too grumpy, yoongi thinks oc has gotten into a bad car accident, anxiety, small panic attack (yoongi thinks oc is in a coma, dead, etc), mention of car accidents, bruises, hospitals & ERs, yoongi being a secret cinnamon roll, and this is honestly just pure fluff.

HOBI

I NEED SOME REC ME SOME PLS OMG

JOONIE

___soulmate au___

Namjoon Soulmate AU - Wings and Thorns by hollyhomburg 📕

Summary: Your soulmate tattoo is suppose to somehow lead you to your soulmate- but you have no idea why your soulmate is obsessed with birds and he has no idea how the plethora of blooms on his chest is supposed to help him find you at all. or Sometimes soulmate marks just make it more difficult and sometimes: this makes you want to give up looking for them all together. >> Warnings & Tags: none. Notes: I LOVE THEM SM

ambidextrous by softlyjiminie 📕

Summary: soulmates were a common thing in this world, yours could hear the thoughts in your head. the only way to know when you’ve met him, is to hear that one keyword. >> Warnings & Tags: nothing major, probably swearing, fluff, friends to lovers au, college au, and soulmate au. Notes: really cute ahhhhhhhhh

___other (idk)___

The Passport by alpacaparkaseok

Summary: You embark on a memorable journey in an attempt to return Kim Namjoon’s passport. What lengths will you go to in order to return his passport on time? >> Warnings & Tags: none.

NEED MORE CUTE CUDDLE JOON ASAP

JIMIN

lol I think he shines the best when in a relationship w another member and w me HAHAHAHAHAH but pls rec some if you have any good ones. he just doesnt feel like him in most of the writing i have read idk.

TAE

___social media au___

kinda hot by kimnjss 📚✅️🔞

Summary: you’ve always been cute, soft, tiny in taehyung’s eyes. but that’s changing one night when you’re accidentally sending him a naughty picture. forcing him to realize, maybe his best friend is kinda... hot? >> Warnings & Tags: reader is that girl best friend... and taehyung is not the best boyfriend, hobi’s lowkey a fboi... but there’s always room for growth! campus flirt taehyung x sweet girl reader, social media au, jikook, (semi-established) namjin, best friends to lovers. college au. SMUT, fluff and the tiniest dash of angst.

NEED MORE SOLO LOVE TAE FF

JK

___soulmate au___

melted by drowsymochi (deactivated acct ?) 📕

Summary: You believed the color your eyes registered was the default, unaware that you knew your soulmate long before you began searching. >> Warnings & Tags: soulmate au, see in black and white until you touch your soulmate, best friend’s brother au, and university au.

Hiraeth (M) by thedefinitionofbts 📕🔞

Summary: We are always yearning for someone, even if that person may not exist in this tangible realm.  >> Warnings & Tags: soulmate au, college au, light angst, fluff, and mildly explicit sexual content.

The Lucky Ones by today-we-will-survive 📕

Summary: none. >> Warnings & Tags: university au, soulmate au, romance, angst, and fluff.

Two Bodies, One Soul by Morgan Squared📕

Summary: none. >> Warnings & Tags: none. Notes: this one is just really cute. does have a sequel but i haven't read it.

tangled webs by ughseoks 📕

Summary: Soulmates are tricky thing. Not everyone is lucky enough to have their destinies intertwined with their missing piece. Signs come in dreams for those fortunate souls; short bursts that are barely memorable when the sun rises. As for you? Flashes of red and blue are your only indicators to the identity of your other half. >> Warnings & Tags: soulmate au, spiderman au, angst, fluff, mutual pining, swearing, non-graphic violence, threats, knives, attempted mugging, angst, near mcd, guns, kidnapping, fainting, explosions/bombs, weapons in general, fighting, injury, taegikook are little shits, idiots being idiots Notes: i just really love spidey, jk, and soulmate au so this was really a dream i wish was real life.

___fantasy au (werewolf/vampire/etc.)___

Ember Burning by kpopfanfictrash 📕🔞

Summary: The dragon riders of Duret Ghal are known across the continent; fierce warriors who take to the skies on their leashed, winged beasts. You are the last Dragon Queen of Ashya, ruler of a dying species who can transform from human to Dragon at will. When a new foe emerges which threatens both Dragon and rider alike, you find yourself forced to broker peace with your former enemy. The King of Duret Ghal, and a dragon rider himself: Jeon Jungkook. >> Warnings & Tags: SMUT, dirty talk, tattooed, man-bun jungkook who has a big sword, fantasy, dragon, enemies to lovers. Notes: i just love fantasy smut fics, don't judge me.

___hybrid au___

The Milkmaid by iimaginebts📚✅️🔞

Summary: Having milk in your breast ever since you were born got you outcast from the human world but accepted in another. When you met Jungkook, your life was completely flipped over, would you choose to stay with Jungkook or part ways with him.....? >> Warnings & Tags: SMUT, wolf jungkook x reader, fluff, and romance. Notes: lolololololololol ha ha ha. i loved it. link to the next part is at the end of each one.

___other (idk)___

are you my soulmate? by csanflower 📕

Summary: You offered to do some part time work for a Calvin Klein shoot to earn some quick cash. The job was simple. Do whatever the higher ranked people told you to do. You expected a simple job like making coffee or ordering lunch for the staff. You definitely did not expect the biggest star in the world following you around like a puppy, thinking you're his soulmate just because a bell rang when you crossed paths with him... * inspired by jungkooks comment abt hearing bells ring when he meets his soulmate ^^ BUT NOTE THAT THIS IS NOT A SOULMATE AU >> Warnings & Tags: idol/model jungkook x part time staff reader

OFF-SCREEN by thvhoe 📕🔞

Summary: Being a woman in gaming industry is challenging, especially when all eyes are on you. What happens, though, when your biggest rival finds out that the well-known streamer who consistently wins games is not who people believe they are? or You've spent your entire life pretending to be a guy online, so when on of the biggest streamers finds out, things get even more tricky. >> Warnings & Tags: streamer au, gamer au, social media au, strangers to lovers au, fluff, SMUT, angst, pro streamer jungkook x faceless Reader

game over by ressjeon📕🔞

Summary: you might not be a gamer but that won't stop your competitive side from wanting to defeat your boyfriend in this new game that you're both currently obsessing with. it's just a matter of time until one of you gives up but Jungkook can’t help wondering if it will be you or him. >> Warnings & Tags: streamer/gamer au, established relationship, fluff, smut (pwp?), praise kink, hair pulling, voyeurism (through hearing), and switch dynamics 

JK AND YOONGI JUST HIT DIFFERENT lol, they seem to have the most fics that are not just all cringe lol. maybe its a smut thing, bc jk and yoongi smut HOT . . . ALSO when they are all together they seem more them them as well idk idk okay send me recs as well if u want bye.

LAST UPDATED/ADDED ON: 8.25.2023

[hhoneycloves]

Me, completely innocent and has never even heard the term hurt no comfort other than it's my friend talked about :

Oo the art looks amazing!!

Oh they have the story on AO3?

I'm sure it's fine, I've never read a hurt no comfort thing before but I'm sure it's fine-

After Lost in a dream Rp (the AO3 one)

. . . . I want d i e (shaking and crying like a pathetic soping wet cat)

-some foolish idiot that faced the consequences of curiosity/🐇

AUGH!! I'M SO SORRY ANON

Tex's fics are fanworks [written based on our collective [but mostly Randa's] yapping] and focus on some of The Worst moments in the rp I'm SO SORRY

This hopefully should serve as two life lessons for you: 1] read the tags! read them twice!! 2] research your tags!!!! please it will benefit you in the long run: if you don't know what it is, an incognito tab and google never hurt anyone

I'm so sorry LiaD fanfic was your first experience w/ hurt no comfort AAAA;; The fics are good as shit but i understand how they'd be Highly Overwhelming to someone not expecting what they hold.

I'm the one who draws all the fluff art for the rp so i'm v sorry if. if you. were expecting more fluff. in Tex's fics

you can stay Here if you would like more digestible fluff!!! i promise the only angst i draw is Emotional Angst :D