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paladinsuho-moved · 7 years ago

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Bangtan Unsolved [sope]

SHIP: Min Yoongi x Jung Hoseok (feat. a little bit of Kim Taehyung)

GENRE: fluff, humor, angst if you squint

WARNINGS: nothing really, if you get creeped out really easily, I wouldn’t recommend reading. swearing, some suggestive language.

moodboard for the fic here and video this fic is based on is here

A/N: hihihi i just really love this ship and i also really love buzzfeed unsolved,, so this is what came out of it, also the fact that it’s october and i’ve been wanting to contribute to the fandom for halloween :0

They arrived at the house around seven o’clock. The sun had already set, but it wasn’t completely dark yet, the sky a deep dark blue.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,Yoongi, we’re here,” Hoseok said, holding the GoPro so it would stay focused on the front door, trying not to let himself shake, because otherwise, the camera would shake as well. “This is it,” He continued, more to the camera than to his boyfriend, “We survived The Belmez House, we made it through Myrtles Plantation, I’ve got my holy water, I’m ready for this final showdown… What about you, hyung?”

No answer. “Hyung?”

He turned to where Yoongi had been standing five seconds earlier, and he let out a slight huff of indignation at the sight of his boyfriend.

“Are you serious?” Hoseok asked, pointing the camera at Yoongi, who was currently taking a selfie with the address number, sticking his tongue out. “Ah, that’s going on Snapchat for sure,” He muttered to himself, and Hoseok cleared his throat to get his attention.

“What?” Yoongi replied once he looked up, “I wanted to get a picture with Satan before he eats us both.”

“Don’t say that, you insufferable fuck,” Hoseok hissed, causing Yoongi to laugh as he put away his phone. Hoseok’s nostrils flared in further indignation, but Yoongi just flashed a gummy smile, causing Hoseok’s indignation to waver.

“You’re cute when you’re scared,” He told him, trying not to laugh.

“Assuming we don’t die tonight, I want a divorce,”

“Hobi, we’re not even married—”

“I’m keeping the dog—”

“Oh, you know I wouldn’t let the dog get away from me. Or you, for that matter, no matter how much of an ‘insufferable fuck’ I am. Now, what were you saying?”

“I said,” Hoseok huffed, “‘I’m ready for this final showdown… What about you, hyung?”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “Oh man, I’m ready.”

Hoseok moved the camera again, pointing towards the front door as it had been before. “Ladies and gentlemen, here we are at the Sallie House, in Atchison, Kansas,” Hoseok said, putting on his narrator voice, “A house that is apparently known as ‘the most haunted house in America’, and is reportedly haunted by an actual demon.”

Yoongi nodded toward the front door, dangling the key he’d procured from the landlord a few hours earlier. “Shall we?”

“Wait, I’m building myself up to it.”

Yoongi laughed again, and this time, Hoseok couldn’t resist joining him.

“How about now?” Yoongi asked, trying to contain his laughter, to which Hoseok felt around in his pockets for something. “Wait, wait, I need to get it from the car.”

“Get what from the car?”

“The fucking holy water!” The amount of seriousness that came out of Hoseok’s grinning mouth almost had Yoongi doubling over in laughter. “Go get it then!”

Hoseok handed the GoPro to Yoongi, and he turned the camera to face him.

“Hobi always says ‘joke all you want, but don’t ask for any later’, and, well, okay, I don’t need any!” Yoongi told the camera with a gummy smile, “It’s hilarious. He’s so cute.”

A few seconds later, Hoseok returned, and Yoongi turned the camera to face him, before letting out a shaky breath as he pocketed his little bottle of holy water, before asking, “Oh man, do you feel that?”

“Feel what?”

“Everybody says that it’s bullshit when you feel energy, but… How do you not feel that? I mean, do you not feel a little bit weird?”

“Hobi, you’re insane. This house feels exactly the same as every other house we’ve been to for the exact same reason: none. of them. are haunted.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, his smile never leaving his face. “Gimme the camera,” The taller boy said, motioning to his boyfriend, and he obliged, and Hoseok began to speak again. “C’mon, let’s get in there! Get it over with!”

Yoongi looked at Hoseok, before looking to the camera, grinning again before promptly opening the screen door.

The door creaked, loudly, and Hoseok let out a soft exasperated whimper. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Honestly, you’d think demons would know how to oil a door,” Yoongi mumbled, trying, once again, not to laugh.

Finally, Yoongi unlocked the door. “SATAN, I’M HOME!” He yelled as he stepped inside.

“Yoongi, I swear to god--”

Yoongi turned on his flashlight by twisting the top, looking around in the dark for a lightswitch.

“Oh, sure,” He said, turning to face the camera as the light landed on a baby stroller next to the staircase, which was to their left, “Way to sell it.”

As Yoongi found a lightswitch and flipped it on, the living room was filled with warm light and Yoongi nodded in admiration. “Do you know what a place like this would cost in LA? Like, an arm and a leg, maybe even a kidney…”

Hoseok shook his head, “You can’t be serious.” “Of course I’m being serious!”

“Can we just tell the story of this house?” Hoseok asked, a laugh leaving him.

“Holy shit, Hoseok, don’t look over here.” Hoseok always had a knack for detecting when his boyfriend was being sarcastic.

“Gee,” He deadpanned, “I wonder why ever not.”

“There’s a little teddy bear over here. I’m quaking in my boots.”

Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok had been dating for four years, and had been doing the vlog series for two. They were currently somewhere around 2.4 million subscribers on YouTube, hoping to reach three million by the end of the year. The vlog series, Bangtan Unsolved, consisted of them doing one of two things: either recapping the events of a mysterious, unsolved crime, or spending the night in a haunted house.

And while the trailers they put up for every ‘season’ that came out made it look intense and suspenseful, if they had to be honest, at least a solid seventy percent was just them making stupid remarks and wheezing at each other’s taunts, another twenty percent was Hoseok telling Yoongi to fuck off, and the remaining ten percent was legitimate inexplicable occurrences.

They’d spent their nights in places like Myrtles Plantation in Louisiana, they’d spent another around a New Jersey forest, looking for the Jersey Devil, another one in Suicide Forest in Japan. Their most popular video, when they’d gone to The Belmez House in Spain, had gone viral all because Yoongi had decided to jokingly announce “hey demons, it’s me, ya boy.”

At the moment, Hoseok had laughed and rolled his eyes before calling him an idiot, but if he’d known that it would cause his boyfriend to turn into a living meme, he would’ve asked him to say it ages ago.

A few minutes later, after they’d turned on all the lights to the set up the equipment, they sat on the couch, facing the camera as Hoseok looked over the folder containing the history of the house he’d typed up the days before they’d flown to Kansas.

Yoongi looked at Hoseok before he turned the camera on. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” His voice was serious, staring at the brown-haired boy. “We can leave whenever you want, if you don’t feel comfortable--”

“I’m fine, hyung. I may feel like I’m about to piss my pants, but you know I want to do this… sort of.”

Yoongi nodded, before gripping Hoseok’s hand in his. “If you say so.”

And with that, he turned on the camera.

“We’re back!” Yoongi raised his arms, flashing the camera a smile. “We’ve set up our equipment and our sleeping bags in the living room of Sallie House, where Hobi and I plan to spend the night--”

“For some stupid reason,” Hoseok remarked, shaking his head with a smile, and he felt Yoongi’s hand squeeze his in reassurance, “I’ve lived my life with only one rule, and that is: don’t fuck with demons, but here I am anyway… Shall we get started?”

“Go on! Tell your spooky story. I love watching you squirm.” Yoongi wiggled his eyebrows, moving his eyes from his boyfriend to the camera. The only way he could’ve made a more obvious innuendo was if he held up a sign that said: WE’RE BONING!!!

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“I didn’t even swear. Go on, tell the story.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, before beginning to tell the story of the house.

“Located at 508 North Second Street in Atchison, Kansas, the Sallie House is the ultimate haunted house, and is widely considered to be the most haunted house in America. Built between 1867 and 1871, the house has had three deaths inside its walls: Michael Finney in 1872, William True in 1918, and Agnes True in 1939. And while the deaths have probably added to the house’s ghostly inhabitants, the real evil comes from something much different.

“While most residents have reported feeling paranormal activity, it wasn’t until the 1990s when Tony and Debra Pickman moved in that things took a turn for the sinister. What follows is based on their firsthand account of what started off as a small haunting but ended up becoming a living nightmare.”

“The Pickmans moved into the house on December 31st, 1992. The haunting started small: lights in the house would dim, the dog would bark incessantly at the entrance to the nursery, and their newborn baby would wake up every hour. In Debra Pickman’s words, quote ‘As if someone was playing with him’ unquote. The Pickmans’ neighbor could see the window of the nursery from her house, and eventually asked Debra why she kept the nursery light on all night long with the baby sleeping in there. This question came as an icy shock to Debra , who always turned the light off.”

“Oh snap,” Yoongi murmured sarcastically, causing Hoseok to break seriousness and laugh.

“That’s a little bit weird, don’t you think?” Hoseok asked, laughing again, and Yoongi shrugged, nodding a second later. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Anyways. Things got especially weird on July 14th, 1993, when Debra , Tony, and her sister Karen discovered all the stuffed animals in the nursery arranged into a neat circle, back to back, all on the floor. The three of them figured it was one of them playing a practical joke; so they put the animals back, turned off the light and went downstairs. To their horror, when they returned, not only was the light on, but a bear was knocked off its chair, lying on its back on the floor.”

It was Yoongi’s turn to laugh, causing Hoseok to look at him with confusion. “‘Oh no, we better leave the house, someone knocked the bear out of his little wicker chair!”

“What, are you saying you wouldn’t be, I don’t know, a little bit unnerved if you found a bunch of stuffed animals arranged into a little cult circle?”

“If the bear we saw when we walked in here was there then yes. Little fucker gave me the willies.” Yoongi’s sarcasm was spot on, causing Hoseok to rub his temples, trying not to give into the urge to laugh.

“MOVING ON. After that, like any normal person would, they packed up some stuff, took their baby, and left the house to stay with Tony’s parents.”

“But did they take the bear though?”

Hoseok blinked. “...I don’t believe they brought the bear. I mean… there’s— I can’t imagine why they would bring the bear.”

“While they were leaving the house, Tony felt a sharp sting in his back. When they lifted his shirt, they discovered three long scratches. Tony would continue to get viciously scratched as time went on, and at one point, a scratch manifested itself on video. The Pickmans would eventually turn to a psychic, who picked up on a presence named Sallie.”

“According to Debra Pickman, on the morning of October 31st, 1993--”

“Oh, Halloween! I always appreciate a demon who waits until the appropriate date to terrorize families.”

“AS I WAS SAYING, Tony went to grab a glass of orange juice from the kitchen, when he turned around, he saw a little girl in early 1900s clothes; shortly after, he sketched what he saw for Debra. I have a picture of the drawing here, actually, here it is.” Hoseok pulled out a drawing from the folder, holding it so the camera would see it, Yoongi tilting his head as he stared at it.

“And what may be a curious coincidence, a former resident who lived in the house shortly before the Pickmans, said, quote ‘my daughter was five at the time. She had an imaginary friend, Sallie. I would scold her for something, and she’d come back at me and say “I didn’t do it, Sallie did it.”, or, “Sallie told me to do it.”’ When shown Tony Pickman’s drawing 11 years after they’d moved out of the house, the daughter identified it as her imaginary friend from her childhood.

“The Pickmans also reported fires that would start on their own. In fact, two former residents before the Pickmans reported fires starting inexplicably in the room that would eventually become the Pickmans’ nursery. The activity continued to escalate beyond fires, however; a lamp was thrown at Tony’s mother. Tony reported hearing scratching coming from behind his bed. Quote, ‘almost like you had an animal digging to get out of the wall,’ end quote. At one point, Sallie even appeared in the room and grabbed Tony’s wrist, burning dark red finger marks onto his skin. At this point, Tony believed, quote ‘we’re dealing with something way beyond a little girl’, end quote, and begged to leave the house. Yet Debra, who at this point hadn’t witnessed anything alarming, didn’t feel the same.”

“This was the 90s! People had frickin' video recorders, right?”

“I mean, the scratches happened on camera!”

Yoongi groaned.

“Here’s the thing: this is what I love about paranormal evidence. People are always clamoring for it, right? And then, once they finally have it, they look for like five seconds before going like, ‘fake.’”

“Well, you’re not wrong.”

“Things eventually went beyond physical terror, however. According to Tony, quote ‘It got to the point where I, whenever I was in the house, I could not think any happy thought. It was just strictly, I wanted to hurt her. Hurt Deb. I… I was a whole different person. That something can come inside and make me capable of… doing that… it just, it tears me up. As much as I hate to say it, I planned on slitting her throat—’”

“Oh, fuck no!” Yoongi yelled, before quieting down, “Hobi, I love you but if you slit my throat tonight I’m going to have a hard time forgiving you.”

“Will you haunt me for the rest of my life?” Hoseok asked with a sarcastic smile.

“No. I’d be dead. Ghosts aren’t real.”

Hoseok’s smile disappeared. “Oh.”

“Keep going! I’m interested,” Yoongi pleaded, still sounding skeptical.

“Fine. In 1994, the Pickmans finally moved out of the house. At this point, you’re probably wondering who Sallie is. From what I could find, records show that a Sallie Isabel Hall did indeed live in this house in 1905… But, she was actually a 34 year old black woman.”

Yoongi broke out into laughter. “Wait, WHAT!?”

Hoseok couldn’t resist laughing as well. “Hear me out, hear me out!”

“No! This demon’s a racist! He had a good thought and said ‘oh, there was a black lady who lived here? Nah, I can’t haunt with that. How about a… a little white girl? A little blonde one, I’ll give her pigtails!’”

“Yoongi, that’s not how demons…”

“Fuck that demon, he’s whitewashed the history of this house. He’s everything that’s wrong with Hollywood.”

“If you let me keep going, I would’ve said that demons don’t present themselves as adults.”

“Ever?”

“Ever, Yoongi.”

“What about the old lady from Insidious?”

“Yoongi, that’s a movie!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“YES, WHATEVER. CAN I PLEASE CONTINUE?”

Yoongi nodded, closing his eyes, as if he were making the decision to allow his boyfriend to continue.

“I will allow it.”

“Yoongi!”

“Are you gonna keep going or not?”

Hoseok sighed.

“An entity like this needs to gain humans’ trust to feed off of them, of course they’re not gonna immediately come out with the horns and stuff, so they come out with a sweet little girl. It makes sense to me, I don’t know.”

“Whatever. Demon’s racist. I’ve lost all respect for this guy.”

A knock on the door caused Hoseok to jump, before realizing what it was.

“He’s here!”

“Who’s here?”

“I invited a paranormal investigator here.”

“...Of course you did.”

With that, Yoongi picked up the cameras that were right next to him, handed one to Hoseok, standing and following his boyfriend to the door.

Hoseok opened the door and smiled at the man standing outside.

“I take it you’re Taehyung?”

The man nodded with a boxy smile, and Hoseok stretched out his hand, and Taehyung shook it gladly, not seeming to mind the camera in his other hand, probably due to the fact that they’d discussed it on the phone the week before they came. “I’m Hoseok.”

Yoongi held out his hand. “This is my boyfriend, Yoongi,” Hoseok said sheepishly, and Yoongi nodded in acknowledgement as he shook hands with the man, still holding the camera.

“Kim Taehyung.”

“Min Yoongi,” Yoongi answered with a cheeky grin, “I think this is all bullshit.”

Hoseok wheezed with laughter at Yoongi’s forwardness

“Half of it is,” Taehyung replied with a laugh. “Let’s get to it!”

They led Taehyung to the kitchen, where they'd laid out several things: a few flashlights, their phones, Hoseok’s bottle of holy water, an EVP recorder.

“You think we might be able to communicate with something tonight?” Yoongi asked, voice dripping with skepticism.

“I’m not communicating with shit,” Hoseok proclaimed, raising his free hand before looking to his boyfriend, “Remember what the Father said the first time when we asked him for advice?”

“You mean, after his first piece of advice, which was, ‘don’t do it’?”

“Exactly.”

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember, before Hoseok quoted the priest they’d visited the very first time they planned to go ghost hunting all for the sake of views. “He said, ‘I would do nothing to invite the demon into conversation.’”

Taehyung chuckled at the interaction. “Hate to break it to you, Hoseok, but you already are communicating with it if you’re in here, if we’re gonna be communicating with it.”

“Oh, hell no, I’m content with just standing in the background, you know?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, a smile on his face as he leaned against the wall.

They headed up the stairs, Hoseok leading the way. That is, until, halfway up, he got cold feet and stepped behind Yoongi, Taehyung watching bemusedly as the scene unfolded. “Yoongi, you go first.”

Yoongi turned towards him, pointing the camera in his direction. “What, babe, are you scared?”

“No, my mom taught me that ladies should always go first, you know?”

Taehyung burst out laughing, and Yoongi pointed the camera right in Hoseok’s face, his playful yet serious tone making a return. “Ladies and gentlemen, turns out I’m dating a misogynist.”

“Misogynist? I went to the women’s march with you this year!”

“One word, Hoseok: Microaggressions.”

“Oh, I’ll tell you what’s micro—”

Before Hoseok could actually bring up anything smaller than average, a soft banging noise caused them all to quiet. Taehyung’s laughter stopped abruptly, and the three of them, including the cameras, turned to where the sound was coming from: the room at the top of the stairs, the exact same room where the Pickmans had their nursery.

“What was that?” Yoongi asked, voice dropping to a whisper as he turned on the flashlight.

Hoseok could feel his heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline quickly flowing through his veins. But when Yoongi turned on the flashlight, and nothing instantly murdered them, he felt his nerves quell. Yoongi took another slow step up the staircase, and Taehyung did the same, forcing Hoseok to also take another step.

Hoseok forced himself to take a deep, shaky breath before he continued up the stairs, following Yoongi, who was having the time of his life, unwavering, holding the GoPro in one hand and the flashlight in the other. When they got to the top of the stairs, Yoongi stepped into the room that was the nursery before calling out, “Anybody there?”

He pointed the camera over to Taehyung and his boyfriend, who was frowning at him as he remembered another point the priest they’d spoken to had brought up.

‘I would do nothing to invite the demon to show itself—’

“No racist demons around here? Hey howdy hey?”

‘—No taunting whatsoever.’

“Yoongi, shut up!” Hoseok whispered, half serious, trying to keep his camera from shaking yet again.

He turned the camera to Taehyung, who was looking down at their EVP. “What's it say?”

Taehyung shook his head. “Nothing yet.”

Suddenly, as if on cue, the light on Taehyung’s device lit up, a bright green illuminating the dim room. At the exact same time, a chill rolled down Hoseok’s spine, and he felt the hair on his arms stand up.

“Holy shit,” Hoseok whispered, turning the camera toward Yoongi, while looking back and forth at both of the men, “Did you guys feel that?”

Taehyung nodded. “It feels like the temperature just dropped fifteen degrees.”

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows. “That's just because you took off your jackets,” He replied, pointing at his camouflage windbreaker, staring at the pair as if they were mental. “I didn't feel anything.”

“Because you don't believe in this stuff.”

“Exactly. You guys do. Placebo effect. Mass hysteria.”

“There's only two of us!”

“Fine, Hoseok. Dual hysteria. Whatever.”

Hoseok looked into Yoongi’s camera. “See what I have to deal with?”

Taehyung snickered, still looking at the EVP as he waved it around slowly, trying to get another reading.

“Let's head downstairs, check out the kitchen,” Yoongi proposed, “Maybe we'll see Sallie. Or Satan.” He looked around the dark room. “Whatever you prefer to be called,” He said loudly, as if he was talking to someone who was ignoring him.

“Min fucking Yoongi, I will not hesitate—”

The quick journey down to the kitchen was uneventful, to which Hoseok was grateful. Yoongi set his flashlight on the counter, turning it off. Hoseok pointed his camera at him, planning to ask his boyfriend what he planned to do next, when he was interrupted by a scraping noise.

“Ohfuckfuckfuck, hell no, fuck that,” Hoseok muttered, and both Taehyung and Yoongi broke out into laughter.

“Hobi,” Yoongi wheezed, “It was a car passing by.”

Hoseok blinked, before also breaking down in laughter, feeling the moment releasing the tension he'd been holding in.

As the laughter quieted down, Hoseok shook his head. “No, but being serious, what now?”

Yoongi looked at the watch on his wrist. “It's almost like, one in the morning. Let's check out this last spot and head to sleep. How's that?”

Both Taehyung and Hoseok nodded.

“So,” Yoongi continued, flashing a devious grin. Hoseok’s eyes widened—because whenever Yoongi smiled like that, it was because he had gotten a really, really bad idea.

Yoongi pointed the camera towards his flashlight, and Hoseok backed away towards the table, where he had his holy water.

“Hey, de-maaahn,” Yoongi taunted, crouching to be at face level with his flashlight as it rested on the counter. “If you don't like us, turn the light off.”

“Come on,” Hoseok muttered nervously, “There's no way—”

The flashlight dimmed for a split second, before the light faded away completely.

“Holy shit,” Taehyung murmured. Hoseok jumped back in fear, a screech barreling out of his throat.

“What—the—FUCK!?” He screeched, and Yoongi cackled with glee. It was at this moment that Hoseok concluded: he was dating a psychopath.

“Do you, uh, d’you mind proving your point again? If you really don't like us, turn it back on.”

“Where's my fucking holy water,” Hoseok sputtered out, hearing Taehyung whisper to himself, “There's no way it'll do it again—”

Light shot out of the flashlight, shining in Yoongi's eyes. Hoseok screamed again, Taehyung watching in disbelief.

“You should’ve never talked to it, Yoongi!” Hoseok screeched once he was finished screaming.

He put the camera down, and Yoongi took that as his sign to knock it off. “Are you okay?” He asked. It was their code for, should I stop being a dick?

“I'm fine, I'm fine,” Hoseok replied, another scraping noise being heard in the background.

“Was that another car?” Taehyung asked. “No, that was the fucking flashlight.” Hoseok was actually laughing, a strange smile on his face.

“Oh come on, it's a flashlight, it's cylindrical!”

“T-Taehyung, what does the EVP say?

“I'm definitely getting something,” Taehyung answered, pointing at the flashing green light, “Holy fuck.”

Yoongi grabbed the flashlight, hearing Hoseok wheeze out in between hysterical laughing, “You never should have fucking talked to it, Hyung.” He felt his chest pang slightly with regret, because, he knew that no matter how much Hoseok also enjoyed the goofing around with him on the show, he also knew that when Hoseok started giggling like that when he’d been screeching a few seconds later, it was because he was genuinely scared; his laughter was a defense mechanism.

He’d been the cause of that.

“I think it’s time we get to bed,” Yoongi muttered, and Hoseok nodded. Yoongi pointed the camera at himself. “We’re gonna be right back,” He explained, smiling lightly, “I think we need a quick break.”

Taehyung seemed to understand the situation just fine, no awkward hovering around the couple or tiptoeing around the situation. He said goodbye, wished them luck, thanked Hoseok for the invitation to be on the show, and left the house.

Hoseok sat down on his sleeping bag, and Yoongi plopped himself down next to him, quickly pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s temple. “I'm sorry, babe,” He said, “I didn’t realize you were that on edge.”

Hoseok shook his head. “I wasn’t that on edge until the flashlight turned on.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No. Just… Just hold me, please.”

Yoongi nodded, and put his arm over Hoseok’s shoulder, allowing his boyfriend to bury his face into his neck.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Hoseok gripping onto Yoongi’s free hand in the dimly lit living room.

During the entirety of the show, Yoongi maintained his skeptical persona on camera. But when it came down to his personal opinion, Yoongi had seen some truly unusual things happen (the flashlight not included. It could have been twisted incorrectly. It was cylindrical. Cylindrical objects tend to roll), things that could truly not be explained; and on the inside, he did have the occasional doubt, the occasional ‘what if I take things too far this time?’.

The thought of some unseen entity hurting him and taking Hoseok away was low-key terrifying, and he clung onto his skepticism as stubbornly as he did for both his and Hoseok’s sake. Because if he let go of his skepticism, he’d be letting go of his logic, and they would both be screwed; they’d be two idiots with a camera screaming in the dark. And while they already were two idiots with a camera in the dark, only one of them screamed (That being Hoseok, obviously. Min Yoongi didn’t scream).

“Hey,” Yoongi whispered, trying to lighten the mood, “Have you ever considered having sex in a haunted house?”

“Oh. My. God.”

“I’m just saying, what if Sallie’s a secret voyeur? Maybe she took up the job of haunting the house so she could watch people get freaky.” Yoongi said, and Hoseok snorted, finally looking at his boyfriend. Even in the dim light, he could make out his mint green hair, and his suggestive, gummy smile, as he wiggled his eyebrows. “You’re an asshole.”

“You love me anyway.”

Hoseok nodded. “That’s true.”

“Should we sleep?”

“Yes, please.”

Yoongi nodded, unzipping his windbreaker, and pulling the cover of the sleeping bag off. “Do you want to edit this part out? Because the cameras we set up around here are still rolling, you know.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok answered. “I don’t want anyone to hear you suggesting we bang here.”

“It’d get us a lot of views, you know.”

“Yoongi.”

“Alright, alright.”

They settled into their sleeping bags, and Yoongi turned off the flashlight, setting his GoPro next to him. He turned to look at Hoseok in the dark. “Hey, Hobi.”

“Hey, hyung.”

“You know I love you right?”

“Of course I do. I love you too, Yoongi.”

Yoongi smiled in the dark, and he saw Hoseok smile back.

In that moment, from both Hoseok’s and Yoongi’s perspectives, ghosts didn’t exist. Neither did demons. They weren’t in the Sallie House. They were at home.

Because for them, home wasn’t their little apartment in LA. Home was each other.

And nothing, nor human nor supernatural, could change that.

#min yoongi #jung hoseok #yoongi x hoseok #yoonseok #bts #bangtan sonyeondan

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