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1.
The first time Yoongi ever expressed any insecurities about his body to Hoseok was when they were fucking for the first time. They had been on a date, their 50th in the 10 months they’d been together in fact. It was special to them. They’d been trying to abstain from sex in that 10 months for some reason neither of them could even remember, but all hell broke loose that night.
Yoongi had shown up to the date with lip gloss on and a flimsy dress shirt and Hoseok had shown up with a full suit and wind-tousled hair. The only thought either of them could process was how much they had wanted the other. Hoseok, the one between the two of them with less self-restraint, could barely keep his hands off of Yoongi the whole night.
They stumbled into Yoongi’s apartment, their keys and coats flying everywhere as they fumbled their way into the bedroom. Hoseok had gently pushed Yoongi onto the bed and whispered quietly that he was going to make love to the older.
Hoseok noticed something was a little bit off with Yoongi when he started leaving hickies on Yoongi’s inner thighs. The older did hide a lot of things from him, mostly thoughts that tended to drag Yoongi down, but this felt different then all of the other times. Especially because Yoongi’s hand shot up to push Hoseok’s head away.
Hoseok climbed on top of Yoongi and pressed a kiss to his jaw, quietly asking, “What’s wrong hyung? Are your thighs sensitive?”
“No,” Yoongi mumbled, pulling Hoseok closer to him. His hand snaked down to Hoseok’s cock, his fingers gently thumbing at the tip as he buried his face in Hoseok’s neck, “I just don’t like my thighs is all. It’s too chubby.”
Hoseok propped Yoongi’s legs up on his shoulders, Yoongi’s beautiful thighs resting against Hoseok’s bare chest. The younger gently squeezed Yoongi’s thigh as he slipped his slender fingers in with a generous amount of lube and began stretching the older out. Yoongi stroked Hoseok’s length with lube in his hands to ease the stretch when they got to it.
“Hyung,” Hoseok frowned. He crooked his fingers inside Yoongi, making the other let out a quiet whine. “There’s nothing wrong with being soft and squishy. I like being able to grab you there anyways. You fit right into my hands.”
To illustrate his point, Hoseok grabbed Yoongi by the thighs and folded him as far as Yoongi’s relatively inflexible body would go. Hoseok’s fingers sunk into Yoongi’s asshole deeper. Yoongi let out a muffled yelp, his thighs tensing up.
“I swear we’re going to vore each other one day,” Hoseok chuckled softly, kissing the inside of Yoongi’s thighs. “And I’m going to start with your thighs. God, I wouldn’t mind being trapped between them. That would be a nice death.”
Yoongi let out a choked laugh and hit Hoseok’s shoulder weakly, “D-don’t joke around like that while your fingers a-are fucking me. Can you stop talking and fuck me properly?”
“Only when you say your thighs are beautiful,” Hoseok smiled cheekily. He scissored Yoongi one last time before removing his fingers. He watched as Yoongi glared from between his legs, his pink hole clenching around nothing but air. Hoseok could see Yoongi considering his options carefully.
Hoseok lifted Yoongi into his lap, wanting to speed up his hyung’s thinking (Hoseok was still hard after all). The moment Yoongi felt the head of Hoseok’s cock brush against his entrance, he caved.
“My thighs are beautiful,” Yoongi whimpered unconvincingly. He attempted to sink down, but Hoseok stuck his fingers inside Yoongi’s eager hole again.
Yoongi’s cheeks were flushed pink and his bottom lip began to tremble. He looked up at Hoseok with pleading eyes in an attempt to make Hoseok just fuck him already.
Every one of their friends knew that Hoseok could never hold his own when Yoongi got pouty. Hoseok let out a long sigh before kissing Yoongi and slowly breaching the older’s entrance. It was a maddeningly painful stretch, making Yoongi quietly mewl in pain as Hoseok pressed kisses to his jaw and mumbled reassurances.
“You’re doing great hyung.”
“Just a little further hyung.”
“Breathe Yoongi, breathe.
Both of them let out a long exhale once Yoongi’s ass was flush against Hoseok’s lap, the younger’s cock fully buried inside Yoongi. Their bodies were on fire from the entire year without being on this level of intimacy. It took every last drop of self control for Yoongi not to ride Hoseok so hard that his hips broke and for Hoseok not to fuck Yoongi six ways to Sunday.
Once Yoongi felt like he was adjusted enough, he slowly began to move up and down. It was awkward, and at first he didn’t get how to move, but he eventually figured it out. Hoseok’s hands held onto Yoongi’s hips, guiding the other up and down just a little bit faster. Yoongi’s face dug into the crook of Hoseok’s shoulder in embarrassment as Hoseok’s hands moved to help Yoongi by the thighs.
Yoongi almost fell off the bed when Hoseok hit his prostate straight away. He muffled his moan with Hoseok’s mouth, kissing and riding the younger until Hoseok fell backwards onto the bed.
Hoseok flipped the two of them over quickly, his lips still moving right along with Yoongi’s. They continued kissing as Hoseok began thrusting into Yoongi. The two of them couldn’t feel anything but love and an overwhelming heat that enveloped the both of them.
They kept going late into the night until Hoseok’s thrusts became messier and more needy, and Yoongi’s quiet moans became louder than the maddening sound of their skin slapping against each other. Yoongi clawed at Hoseok’s back as the younger snapped his hips forward jerkily, making them both spill over the edge at once.
Hoseok pulled out barely in time, coming all over the inside of his thighs and Yoongi’s lower stomach. He grabbed a small tissue paper to wipe Yoongi down and collapsed next to the older on the bed.
“My sweet little pumpkin,” Hoseok called out, his arm wrapping around Yoongi’s waist so that he could kiss the top of his hyung’s head.
Yoongi’s arms wrapped around Hoseok’s hips in response, burying his face inside the younger’s chest. Everything was still hot and they were both still coming down from the high.
Why hadn’t they done that before?
“Yoongi-ah,” Hoseok laughed melodically, using the name that he knew made Yoongi pout and scold him for not having respect. “Yoongi-ah~~ I love you just the way you are, you know that right? If I ever made you feel like you have to change to keep me, I didn’t mean to.”
Yoongi held Hoseok a little tighter and shook his head, “It wasn’t you. My boss pointed out that I was getting chubby and...I don’t really know. I guess it stuck. I’ve kind of always felt like that though so it’s nothing big.”
Hoseok frowned at Yoongi and slowly began to rub circles into Yoongi’s thighs. He played with Yoongi’s hair, the older responding by leaning into his boyfriend’s touch. Yoongi’s long lashes fluttered against his cheekbone as his eyes shuddered to a close.
Just before Yoongi could drift off to sleep, Hoseok pressed a kiss to his forehead and whispered, “I’m going to make sure you know how much I love your thighs, and I’m going to do it in the touchiest way possible. And, if it comes down to it, I will not hesitate to finally vore you.”
“You’re going to have a thigh kink after you’ve succeeded,” Yoongi mumbled sleepily. “All I’m going to hear all the time is you waxing poetry on how much you love my thighs.”
“I’m not going to stop after I’ve succeeded. I’m going to keep going until the end of our lives,” Hoseok whispered.
Yoongi traced Hoseok’s jawline with his thumb gently. He looked away as he asked tentatively, “D-do you really think we’ll be together for the rest of our lives? I mean, so much could happen and maybe we don’t work when we live together. There’s so many people you could easily leave me for too or we could always fall out of love or one of us might not see a future with the other-”
Hoseok pulled Yoongi towards him by the thigh, making the older cut off his sentence. He pressed a kiss to Yoongi’s lips and smiled a bright, heart shaped smile, “How could you think there’s someone better than you? Or that I would ever stop loving you Yoongi-ah? I’d be a damn fool if I ever left you. Plussss...I’d be missing out on being choked between your beautiful thighs.”
The older of the two groaned as Hoseok’s face spread out into an even bigger, proud smile.
Still, Yoongi couldn’t help but think about how in love he is with Hoseok.
~~~
For the past few months, Hoseok has practically been worshipping Yoongi’s thighs. It was subtle, but Yoongi could tell that the amount of times Hoseok has 1.) kissed his thighs, 2.) threatened to eat them, and 3.) touched them had gone way up.
It’s not like Yoongi hated it, in fact he kind of loved how genuine Hoseok seemed about making Yoongi feel better. It was working too. In a weird way, seeing Hoseok worship his thighs made him feel a little more confident about him. He even managed to muster up the courage to wear the skirt he’d always been wanting to try out to a date.
(Hoseok had really looked ready to risk it all for Yoongi’s thighs that day, and he almost did when he nearly got into a fight with a much bigger guy who was staring at Yoongi’s legs a little too hungrily.
In conclusion, everyone is ready to vore Yoongi at any time and Hoseok is most definitely included in that list.)
Now, everytime Hoseok praised his thighs, Yoongi would simply laugh and act cocky about how soft and full they were. It was amazing what just a little bit of love could do for Yoongi. It was amazing how much a handful of words and touches meant to Yoongi.
Hoseok was making Yoongi feel okay, like it was as simple as the sun shining down.
2.
Even after Hoseok noticed Yoongi was feeling more confident, the younger continued to worship his hyung’s thighs. He just toned it down a little bit once they moved in together. Yoongi still laughed and appreciated it just as much. He was still a little scared about wearing things that showcased his thighs in public, but he was very open to it in private. Oftentimes Hoseok would come back to the apartment from work only to find that Yoongi was working in one of the younger’s college hoodies and a pair of high waisted panties or boxers.
One night, they were half-naked, cuddling on the couch and watching movies when Hoseok laid his head on Yoongi’s stomach. He felt something weirdly textured against his head underneath Yoongi’s hoodie. It felt almost like tape or ribbons.
Yoongi had gone deathly silent next to Hoseok. When the younger looked up, Yoongi’s face was much paler than it usually was. Maybe it was the lighting from the movie on the TV screen, or maybe it was Hoseok’s imagination, but something was off.
“Pumpkin,” Hoseok called out softly, his hand moving to touch Yoongi’s face. “Are you feeling conscious about your belly? Is that why you felt the need to flatten it with tape?”
Yoongi’s frame shrunk into the couch, Hoseok’s hoodie swallowing him up right along with Hoseok’s arms. This time, Hoseok could feel Yoongi starting to cry from embarrassment. Hot tears pricked his own eyes as well, the movie that was playing completely abandoned as Hoseok held Yoongi tightly.
“My precious hyung there’s nothing wrong with your stomach. Even if you don’t want to tell me, you shouldn’t try to force it down. That can’t feel very good. I’ll support you if you want to go on a diet or something, but not this. You understand that, right,” Hoseok asked quietly, his thumb rubbing circles into Yoongi’s thigh. “How long have you been doing this?”
Yoongi was quiet for a moment before he admitted shamefully, “A few weeks. We were taking a bath together and I looked in the mirror. Th-there’s a little bump or pouch or something a-at the bottom that won’t go away and my stomach wasn’t flat like the way you like it.”
“Yoongi, honey, I love you but when the hell did I even imply that,” Hoseok frowned, letting Yoongi cry into his shoulder quietly. He patted Yoongi’s back like you would with a baby, making sure to be as gentle as possible. His right hand held Yoongi’s head by the back of the hair messily while his left supported Yoongi by the thigh.
“A little before we got together,” Yoongi cried softly, his hands grabbing at his (Hoseok’s) hoodie. “You c-came into my apartment drunk and s-said that you liked my cute, flat stomach. D-don’t you remember? You held me like a piece of g-glass and danced with me i-in my old apartment.”
In all honesty, Hoseok didn’t remember at all. But it sounded like this memory meant a lot to Yoongi and the last thing Hoseok ever wanted to do is disappoint Yoongi. There was something about disappointment that was even worse than anger, especially with Yoongi. Anger was easy enough to handle, but the hurt expression Yoongi had on his face when someone disappointed him made Hoseok crumble purely because he had no idea how to fix it.
“I didn’t mean it,” Hoseok whispered. “And I’m sorry I ever said it. I don’t care about things like that. I care that you’re the sweetest boy I know. You know that, right? I just praise you for being pretty because I’m not as good at putting my feelings into words.”
Yoongi sunk down into Hoseok’s arms and nodded twice before burying his face in Hoseok’s chest.
“How about we go on a diet as an alternative,” Hoseok suggested gently. “Instead of me praising your stomach 24/7, we make it a point to research and eat the right foods and exercise. Does that idea sound better to you than restricting your stomach?”
Yoongi shook his head and pushed Hoseok away from him, “You don’t have to do it with me. You’ve got a perfect body, so you don’t need it. And I’d hate to clog up the fridge with food for my diet and the ribbon binding works really well. Just forget about it this once, you don’t have to waste energy trying to take care of me.”
Hoseok pushed the hoodie Yoongi was wearing up slightly, revealing a red colored ribbon tied around his stomach. Just by pushing it up a little, Hoseok could see lines where the ribbon was digging into Yoongi’s stomach.
“Pumpkin I don’t think it’s healthy. Your skin looks really red and irritated,” Hoseok frowned.
“I’m an adult Hoseok, it’s not your job to be my nanny and tell me what to do,” Yoongi sniffled, tears rolling down his cheeks in fat globs. He tried to wipe them messily with his hoodie, but the stains on his cheeks were still there.
He stood up and threw the blanket off of him with a frustrated yell, “ I chose to do this and it’s fucking working. So what if my skin is red? I like it and this makes me feel more better about myself than when you waltzed into my apartment drunk and told me you liked what I’m not right now!”
Hoseok stood up to try to calm Yoongi down, but the older shrugged Hoseok’s hand off of his shoulder violently and stormed to their shared bedroom. The door slammed shut with a loud bang.
The younger decided to give Yoongi time to cool off before trying to go into the bedroom. He cleaned up their movie and straightened things up. As tempted as Hoseok was to go into their room, he could hear a small sobbing inside. He didn’t take any of what Yoongi said personally, he was well aware that Yoongi sometimes blurted things he didn’t mean when he felt like he was in danger or when something like a fight was about to happen. His guard always went up too early, and sometimes it hurt people around him.
Hoseok had two things on his side though. Patience, and love for his hyung. In normal conditions, Yoongi was the sweetest thing alive. He’d quietly cook Hoseok’s favorite dish for him when the younger was having a bad day, and he’d been the one to give Hoseok a huge event on Valentine’s Day even though they weren’t dating at the time. Yoongi had simply done it for Hoseok because the younger was mopey over a breakup. Their anniversary is actually on the last day of March, and the first one was coming around really quickly.
Once he didn’t hear any noises coming from the room, he quietly opened the door and stepped inside. Yoongi was fast asleep, curled up on their bed with the blankets enveloping his body. Hoseok quietly stepped around to the other side to look at Yoongi’s face.
Yoongi’s face was still stained with tears, and there was a little damp spot on the mattress where Yoongi had been crying. Yoongi’s hand held onto something tightly close to his chest.
Hoseok climbed into the bed with Yoongi, slipping under the blankets so that he could provide some warmth for his boyfriend. Yoongi’s grip on the item loosened once Hoseok disturbed the peaceful balance of the bed.
Out fell a circle with a crudely sewed moon in the middle of it. Hoseok smiled at the object, and the memory that came with it.
They had met at Hwagae Market when their mothers brought them along to buy some treats. Hoseok had somehow snuck out of his stroller and walked into Yoongi’s. Yoongi’s was a double stroller because his brother used it too, but it was just Yoongi that day with a small cookie in his hands.
All the way back when Yoongi’s voice sounded more soft and high-pitched, like Pikachu’s voice when pi was sad, Hoseok climbed right into the double stroller with Yoongi and handed the kitty boy half of the pastry he had in his hands.
They grew up together, both of them jumping at the chance to go to Hwagae market to see each other. When Hoseok was 6 and Yoongi was 7, they had wanted to be in the boy scouts together. The only problem was that they couldn’t because they were in different cities. They had sadly eaten their pastries when Yoongi suggested that they make badges for each other.
Hoseok had almost vibrated with excitement at the idea. They immediately got to work naming their makeshift boy scouts. When they had to go home, they were both determined to sew badges for each other.
The following week Yoongi gave Hoseok a badge with a sun on it, and Hoseok gave Yoongi one with a moon on it.
When Hoseok was 11 and Yoongi was 12, a new person joined the bulletproof boy scouts. They both presented Taehyung with a badge that had a purple heart sewn onto it.
When they were both 17 and Yoongi had been dating a boy named Kim Namjoon for a year and a half, Hoseok had pretended that he lost his badge so that he could spend the day trying to find it with Yoongi. He didn’t know what prompted him to do that at the time, but present-Hoseok knew it was because of the feelings for Yoongi that he had always repressed.
A year later Yoongi was engaged to Namjoon, and Hoseok realized how much he loved Yoongi much too late. He still thinks back on how close he was to not being able to have Yoongi. He always felt so grateful that fate had been on their side, even if Yoongi was heartbroken because they called the engagement off. Namjoon got a job that put him in America, and well…it was his dream job and there just wasn’t any room for Yoongi in that plan.
That relationship had left Yoongi fucked up for a while, but their new friends Jimin, Jungkook, and Jin had helped Yoongi through it. Both Yoongi and Hoseok had managed to scrape their way out of college okay.
Hoseok pressed a kiss to Yoongi’s head and sighed. He really didn’t want the older to be so insecure. Hoseok wanted Yoongi to be able to see himself from the younger’s point of view. Maybe then he’d see how beautiful he actually was, but Hoseok also knew that it was partially because of scarring from Yoongi’s relationship with Namjoon.
Yoongi tended to overthink a lot, so it was no surprise that he’d eventually jump to a conclusion that Namjoon really left because he didn’t want to be engaged to Yoongi anymore.
Yoongi slowly stirred until he was awake, more tears dripping down his face when he saw Hoseok’s face so close to his.
The first question Yoongi could even choke out was, “Y-you’re not leaving?”
Hoseok’s mind briefly moved to think about the object he had hidden in his sock drawer before he pressed his lips to Yoongi’s forehead, “I’m not going to leave you hyung. Is your wall down now?”
“Yeah. At least I think so,” Yoongi nodded, moving closer to Hoseok. “Can we try the diet together? I know I said you don’t have to but it’s kind of scary. And can you still praise my stomach if it’s not too much for you? I just don’t want us to fight because of me.”
“It’s okay Yoongi, and of course,” Hoseok smiled. “I was going to do that anyway.”
~~~
Going on a diet together was actually much more fun than Yoongi thought it would be. The word “diet” made it sound intimidating, but it apparently wasn’t that bad after the research they did. A few times Hoseok would try to catch Yoongi sneaking in one of the foods from their no-no list, and even more times Yoongi would catch Hoseok doing the same. They simply scolded each other and tucked the snack away from their sight.
It wasn’t visibly working at first, but they still kept going to see if it was going to work eventually.
In the end, it only made Yoongi’s cheeks less chubby, but Hoseok’s worshipping of both Yoongi’s thighs and stomach made Yoongi laugh and feel much better than he was before. Granted, he was still scared of putting on crop tops or really anything that showed his stomach, but he definitely wasn’t feeling as terrible about it.
Sometimes Hoseok would come back from work to flop on the couch and use Yoongi’s stomach as a pillow. He kissed it and complimented it to the point where Yoongi began to joke about Hoseok making out with his stomach more than him.
(“I think I’m never going to tell you about any insecurities ever again,” Yoongi sighed teasingly. “You pay more attention to my thighs and stomach than me. I mean, how many times have you fucked my thighs this month?”
Hoseok flicked Yoongi’s forehead and laughed in response, “Stop acting like you don’t love it, you’re always cheering about not being sore the day after.”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t want you to make love to me the old fashioned way,” Yoongi huffed, crossing his arms jokingly. “To me not my thighs.”
Yoongi’s face broke out into a wide, gummy smile as he opened one eye to see Hoseok’s reaction. They both burst out into laughter, falling asleep with Yoongi clinging to Hoseok like a koala not long after.)
You always have to start somewhere, right?
Yoongi was just grateful to have Hoseok there to support him every step of the way.
3.
Yoongi, in accordance with what Hoseok asked, didn’t make his birthday a big deal. They went out to eat with their friends and headed home after a few hours. There, Yoongi presented Hoseok with a small cake with a big candle on top. He even had mint chocolate ice cream in the fridge and a Kaws doll plus a few hoodies (as repayment for all of the times Yoongi closet raided Hoseok) in their room.
They went a few rounds with Yoongi allowing Hoseok to do whatever he wanted (which resulted in Hoseok repeatedly using no honorifics and tying Yoongi down so that he could kiss his stomach and thighs without protest) before they headed out to go on a date.
“What do you want to get,” Hoseok hummed. They were currently sitting inside a Korean barbecue restaurant, looking over the menu together. Normally they would know what each other wanted already, but Korean barbecue tended to be a gamble for the both of them. The only thing they could always rely on was galbi and a lot of japchae.
Yoongi wrote down what he wanted on the notes of his phone and handed it to Hoseok, “I wrote some stuff for me, but a lot of these things you haven’t tried before. I think you’ll like them though.”
“Aish how much did you get for us,” Hoseok laughed, scrolling down the list. “I thought we were just on a diet a few weeks ago, are you planning for us to make up for 2 weeks worth of food in one night?”
Yoongi smiled sheepishly at Hoseok and handed his phone with their list to the waiter.
“You still have quite the appetite Yoongi-hyung. You look like you’ve been eating more. You look healthy.”
Both Yoongi and Hoseok’s heads shot up to find Namjoon standing at the table with glasses and an apron on. Hoseok smiled politely at Namjoon while Yoongi rushed to wipe off his face of anything that could be there and check to see if he really had gained weight.
Yoongi looked up towards Namjoon and waved politely, “Hi Namjoon-ah. What are you doing back in Korea? I thought your job had you in America for the rest of your life.”
“My mom needed help so I came back,” Namjoon shrugged. “America wasn’t really for me anyways. It was much worse than I thought it would be. I see you and Hoseok are still friends ‘til the end.”
Before Yoongi could respond, Hoseok placed a hand on his and smiled at Namjoon, “Actually we’re boyfriends. We’re celebrating my birthday today.”
The tension between the three of them was almost tangible. It wasn’t long before Namjoon decided to just go get their order in, leaving the two to themselves. The pair watched as Namjoon backed away hesitantly. He was smart, he knew when it was safer to retreat.
“What was that,” Yoongi whispered at Hoseok, his hand retracting from Hoseok’s hold. “And don’t even try to give me some bullshit about you being polite, I know when you’re being hostile.”
Hoseok placed his hand on Yoongi’s thigh underneath the table and frowned, “He hurt you, and he said that you looked like you’ve been eating more. I was just worried that you’d take it personally.”
Yoongi’s fingers laced itself with Hoseok’s. He slowly caressed Hoseok’s hand to calm the younger down. Hoseok by nature was very protective of the things he loves, but sometimes Yoongi just had to cool him down and bring him back to a logical standpoint.
“I’m okay with it...I think. I did regain a lot of my baby fat,” Yoongi admitted shamefully. “And I was okay with him going to America. It wasn’t really a one person decision. Namjoon was just the one who officially called the engagement off. Don’t fight with him, I’ve been okay with everything that happened for a long time.”
Before Hoseok could respond, a different waiter brought their food out. Yoongi immediately got to work cooking the meat and Hoseok started piling japchae and a good portion of all of the other cooked food onto Yoongi’s plate.
Yoongi looked down at the food on his plate and laughed sheepishly, “I won’t be able to finish this Seokseok-ah. I had a snack before we left. You can take most of it, I know you love these and it’s your birthday.”
Hoseok pressed his lips into a thin line and took a small portion of the food onto his own plate. He knew Yoongi was making an excuse to not eat as much, but he didn’t want to force him either. It was kind of sad how easily affected Yoongi was by a small comment.
At one point in time, Yoongi used to be able to be called a whore on stage and simply flip everyone off knowing that their boyfriends would be asking him to blow them or come on his face in just an hour or two. Sometimes, Yoongi would have upwards of three people at a time standing over him and degrading him.
Hoseok wasn’t really sure what happened to that Yoongi or how Yoongi had changed so drastically. The breaking off of the engagement definitely did its damage, but Yoongi’s underground rap career took its course after the engagement had happened. There was definitely something Yoongi hadn’t told Hoseok, about what had happened in the two years they had been separated (Yoongi had started uni in Seoul when Hoseok was starting his last year at high school, but Hoseok had to attend a college in Gwangju because of some family matters for a year before he could join Yoongi).
“Open up Yoongi-ah,” Hoseok smiled brightly, holding up a piece of beef to Yoongi’s mouth. He watched very carefully as Yoongi opened up his mouth just a tiny bit and pushed the beef inside, his lips ever so gently wrapping around the chopstick as he slid the meat off. “Make sure you’re full because you’re going to be needing a lot of energy to mass produce C27H34N6O6 later.”
Yoongi looked at Hoseok confusedly before the realization hit him (admittedly it did require a Naver search.) He nearly choked once he realized what Hoseok meant, all while Hoseok watched with a heart shaped smile on his face.
It wasn’t long at all before Yoongi eagerly ate everything on his plate and a little more that Hoseok had snuck while Yoongi wasn’t looking. Food with them was like a trading game. They’d both quietly slip food onto the other’s plate purely because they were happy as long as the other was full and content. Hoseok was generally much faster than Yoongi, resulting in Yoongi accidentally eating more than what he originally had most of the time.
They paid quickly and drove back home as fast as they could, Yoongi leading the way to the bedroom. They jumped onto the bed together, their bodies bouncing up and down on the mattress as they laughed.
The first two lube-coated fingers that went inside Yoongi slipped in easily, the older’s plump ass sucking it up eagerly.
“Your fingers are so pretty Hoseok,” Yoongi sighed dreamily. His back arched as Hoseok pushed in another finger. “Especially when you paint your nails.”
“Geez, now I know what you feel like when I start waxing poetry about your stomach and thighs. It feels weird,” Hoseok laughed, removing his fingers from Yoongi’s ass and wiping them on the bed sheets. Yoongi let out a small whine at the lack of something to fill him.
Why wasn’t Hoseok putting his cock in already? Yoongi was starting to get impatient and it would be midnight before long. They only had the next hour to celebrate Hoseok’s birthday and Hoseok was sitting there doing nothing whatsoever. The older was already laying down sideways on the bed, what was taking Hoseok so long?
Hoseok laid down right next to Yoongi and smiled cheekily, “Since you said I can do anything I want, I’m going to wait for it to become midnight, and then I’m going to fuck you. Since I can do whatever I want for my birthday, I choose to make you digest all of the food you ate.”
“This is stupid,” Yoongi huffed, throwing the blanket over the two of them in defeat. “I’m going to get chubby from all of the food you know, and then I’m going to be complaining 24/7. I’ll be like a little gremlin in the corner of your vision complaining about you tricking me into eating.”
“Oh I know, but it’s okay to be chubby as long as you’re healthy,” Hoseok cooed. “And at least you don’t look like a skeleton anymore! You used to walk around looking like a chicken, I was scared your legs would snap like twigs one day!”
Yoongi slapped Hoseok’s shoulder and scoffed, “I wasn’t that skinny.”
That was a lie and they both knew it. Even as a child, Yoongi had chicken legs. He ate a lot but his metabolism was almost insanely high. He couldn’t gain weight if he tried, and all the basketball he played did nothing to help him.
“Is it midnight yet,” Yoongi asked sleepily. “I think I’m going to fall asleep soon.”
Hoseok blinked the sleepiness out of his eyes and nodded, “It’s not, but there’s just a few minutes left. You want me to take care of you?”
“No,” Yoongi replied quickly. He rolled over to straddle Hoseok’s calf area and laid down on Hoseok's legs, his lips coming right up to Hoseok’s clothed crotch. “Let me blow you, you’ve been working so hard to make me feel better about myself. It’s only right that I start repaying you.”
Hoseok down at Yoongi and snickered, “You’re going to finally show me your tongue technology Mr. Agust D?”
“I regret doing this now,” Yoongi grumbled. He rested his head right on Hoseok’s cock, his bread cheeks squishing against Hoseok. His fingers pulled down Hoseok’s boxers with one swift move. Suddenly they were skin on skin, and everything felt like fire.
Yoongi took a few experimental licks to find out where Hoseok was sensitive before taking Hoseok’s entire length inside his mouth quickly. Hoseok’s hips jerked up as Yoongi began sucking as hard as he could and bobbing his head up and down slowly. His mouth was hot and wet, and his cheeks were puffed out in the cutest way possible.
Hoseok’s cock hit the back of Yoongi’s throat, making the older choke and let out a few small tears before continuing. Hoseok moaned quietly as Yoongi looked up at him. The sight of his hyung blowing him was too much for him to handle. The knot in Hoseok’s stomach formed and released before Hoseok could even warn Yoongi.
The older lapped it all up and swallowed it diligently. Hoseok’s hips snapped up every now and then from oversensitivity. His hands immediately went to Yoongi’s waist, pulling at the soft and full flesh.
Suddenly there was something wet and sticky covering the inside of Hoseok’s calves and a very embarrassed Yoongi pulling off his cock. A string of saliva still connected them, but Yoongi’s face was bright pink.
Hoseok burst out into laughter once realized what had happened. He pulled Yoongi up into his lap and laughed, “Did you actually come untouched right now? The self-proclaimed god of oral sex, Agust D, just came untouched from me pulling his skin, I feel honored.”
“Shut up,” Yoongi blushed, hiding his mouth with his hands. “I came because you pulled my skin. You got a handful of it and pulled me so easily, it felt really good. I forgot I liked that.”
“Well hey, I was able to pull you so easily because you have more meat on your bones now,” Hoseok smiled cheekily. Yoongi slapped Hoseok’s shoulder lightly and pinched his cheek hard, making the younger howl in pain and betrayal.
“What have I done to deserve this,” Hoseok cried out jokingly. He flopped down on their bed dramatically, bringing Yoongi along with him. “My own boyfriend is so mean to me and all I’m trying to do is show him I love him!”
Yoongi pressed a small kiss to Hoseok’s dimples and retreated just as quickly. Hoseok wasn’t actually sure if it happened or not. For all he knew it could’ve been Yoongi pressing his cheek against Hoseok’s quickly.
Whatever it was, Hoseok smiled at Yoongi, looking at him like a love struck puppy. Maybe he was just a love struck puppy for Yoongi. Even when he was young he’d follow Yoongi around everywhere without question because Yoongi seemed so cool. Yoongi’s had a cupid’s arrow through Hoseok’s heart ever since they’d accidentally shown up to a Halloween party wearing matching costumes all the way back in Hoseok’s freshman year of high school.
Yoongi had been a moon god/goddess because he was starting to get into his now-permanent state of fucking gender norms. He had a toga that looked more like a dress that wrapped around his neck, exposing his shoulders. The skirt ended right above his knees and a brown tweed string wrapped around his thin waist. A silver wreath of victory sat on his head, accenting his hair just right. On his arms were elbow length, white gloves with gold accents.
Hoseok had shown up as a sun god. He even had a pair of wax wings to go along with his crown and his alarmingly exposing toga. The sandals were annoying clunky, so much so that Hoseok nearly tripped over them while walking up to the house that the Halloween party was at.
The older had been so beautiful and smiley that day, something struck Hoseok’s heart hard, even if he didn’t pick up on it until college.
They still had the costumes tucked away in their childhood homes. Hoseok didn’t fit in his anymore, but Yoongi had stopped growing right around that time.
“I love you too you know,” Yoongi mumbled, his gentle and slightly scratchy voice cutting across Hoseok’s thoughts. “Thank you for everything Hoseok, and thanks for trying to make me feel better all the time.”
“Hey, that’s my job. I’m your battery after all,” Hoseok smiled. He took a piece of tissue paper and wiped the both of them down before throwing a blanket over their bodies. “Let’s go to sleep, I have to go to work tomorrow and you have a zoom meeting with your boss.”
Yoongi bit his bottom lip nervously and nodded, “Maybe it was for the best you didn’t fuck me. My boss always seems to notice. He pays a weird amount of attention to me, but that’s a conversation for another day. Goodnight Seokseok-ah.”
“‘Night Yoongi.”
4.
The last thing Hoseok expected when he came home from work a week later was to find Yoongi sitting at the computer meeting with bright blue hair. Hoseok was almost about to faint right at the door.
Yoongi looked back at Hoseok and waved happily. Hoseok put his shoes at the door and walked up to kiss Yoongi. Upon closer inspection, Hoseok found that Yoongi was wearing his gray college sweater and a pair of panties. Hoseok smiled proudly at Yoongi, the older returning the smile right back.
“Who’s this Yoongi,” A voice asked through the computer. Yoongi’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he switched back to the call. His boss came up on screen.
He was surprisingly young and attractive. Yoongi did mention that his boss had been given the company as soon as possible, but Hoseok didn’t think that meant as soon as he graduated university.
“Oh whoops,” Yoongi laughed sheepishly. “I forgot I was doing a presentation. Mr. Lee, this is my boyfriend.”
Mr. Lee quirked his eyebrow at the pair. A frown tugged at his lips as he asked, “Have you two been dating for long?”
Yoongi hummed in thought for a moment before he replied, “I don’t think that long. We were best friends for over a decade though, so I guess you can say we’ve been together a long time. Seokseok-ah, this is my last meeting of the day. I won’t be long.”
Hoseok nodded and made sure not to disturb the meeting for much longer as he slipped away from sight. His hand gave Yoongi’s blue hair a small ruffle just before he left.
Yoongi was finished with his meeting not long after. Hoseok could hear it when Yoongi’s padded feet thumped against the wooden floor of their apartment quickly. Yoongi ran-waddled into the room and jumped onto the bed right next to Hoseok.
“Hey hyung,” Hoseok smiled, letting Yoongi grab onto him like a koala. “Why’d you dye your hair? I don’t think you have since high school, something about the bleach burning your skin?”
Yoongi nodded quickly and replied, “I felt like I needed a change. I’ve felt kind of bored and I’ve been gaining a lot of weight. I just made a trip down to the store and picked out a shit ton of dyes that’ll probably go to waste unless we use them. How do you feel about being orange haired?”
“I feel like you’re trying to escape the subject,” Hoseok laughed, pressing a chaste kiss to Yoongi’s forehead. “Did you think that having bright hair will make people not notice you’ve gained some weight?”
“Oh god you’ve noticed,” Yoongi groaned, his hands moving over his stomach protectively. Hoseok could feel Yoongi shaking with the effort to hold back tears. “I really tried to not eat too much, but I…”
Hoseok let Yoongi bury his face into his shoulder. Both of them were quiet for a while, Hoseok because he really didn’t know what to do other than talk to Yoongi and Yoongi because he felt like he was disappointing Hoseok. Hoseok reached over Yoongi’s shoulder to grab the big Kumamon plush Yoongi kept right next to the purple horse plush Hoseok had.
Hoseok buried his face in Yoongi’s hair, the blue locks tangling in between his fingers. He took a deep breath of Yoongi’s floral scent and smiled to himself, “Hyung I notice everything about you the same way you notice everything about me. You notice when I’m in a mood or when I’ve cried while I know what goes through your head and when you’re feeling upset. It’s just soulmate things. Jimin and Taehyung can do it too. Jin and Jungkook too. Don’t think I’m disappointed in you for being insecure again, it’s not like it was going to go away that quickly.”
“But aren’t you ever tired of having to reassure me and take care of me,” Yoongi sniffled, the tiredness in his own voice audible. “Even I’m tired of looking in the mirror and managing to find a million things wrong.”
It would be a lie if Hoseok said he wasn’t, because in all honesty he was. After a while of doing everything he could to help Yoongi feel better about his body with little effect, the exhaustion was setting in. He was always happy to do it, but it had started to become more and more of their life. Hoseok couldn’t help but wonder if his running around was ever going to stick or if Yoongi needed help beyond what Hoseok could give him.
“Sometimes, but I’m always going to run around to pick you up. All you have to do is talk to me,” Hoseok smiled warmly. “I’ll always be there for you, just tell me what’s wrong.”
“It’s because of the engagement I think,” Yoongi mumbled. He squeezed the Kumamon in his arms nervously and turned around in the bed. His blue hair spread out over the pillow, his back pressing flush against Hoseok’s torso. Hoseok could tell he was starting to cry.
Hoseok pressed his hand to Yoongi’s hair, silently signalling that it was okay for Yoongi to keep talking. It was just one of the many noneverbal cues that they had grown accustomed to over all the years they’d known each other.
“I...I’m not really sure if it was though,” Yoongi sniffled quietly. His shoulders tensed against Hoseok’s collarbones as he recalled the memories. “All I know is that, one day, I was Agust D. I was rude, I was sexy, I was confident. I think I was happy. M-maybe I was happy. And then one day I overheard s-some classmates talking about how being a lyricist wasn’t a time heavy job. I-it hurt s-so much because I c-could’ve been with him. Why would he l-leave me if he c-c-could’ve fit me in? W-why else other th-than I wasn’t g-good enough?”
“Yoongi no…” Hoseok frowned. He turned Yoongi around to find that the older was crying into his Kumamon plush, his face hidden from Hoseok’s sight.
Hoseok wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders and pulled him in for a tight hug. Yoongi sobbed quietly into Hoseok’s arms while Hoseok let a few small droplets slip down his cheeks. How could Yoongi ever think he wasn’t good enough?
“A-a-and then there was you. You m-made me feel like an angel, you put me up o-on a pedestal that was so high, the real me w-was scared of it. I was s-so scared of falling down to the b-bottom and shattering again once you realized I-I’m never going to be good enough that I jumped off on my own,” Yoongi rambled messily, his lungs gasping for air in between his crying. “You m-made me feel good again, b-nut I felt like I was drowning again a-a-and this time there was nobody left for me to g-grab onto to replace what you and J-joon made me feel.”
The moment Hoseok realized what Yoongi had said, he sat up from the bed.
Yoongi seemed to realize it too. He grabbed onto Hoseok’s arm wildly and sobbed, “N-no I didn’t mean it like that. You weren’t just a replacement for Joon, don’t leave me Seokseok. Please don’t leave me, I don’t think I could take it if you did. Please Seokseok please...I love you so much, please stay…”
Hoseok stepped out of the bed, Yoongi’s hands falling away from his arms. He blinked at Yoongi a few times. The older was still crying his heart out, but Hoseok couldn’t hear anything. Yoongi’s earlier words still echoing in his mind.
He pressed a kiss to Yoongi’s head out of instinct. It did nothing to calm the older down, but it at least made him stop talking as much. His cries were simply reduced to begging Hoseok not to leave him, even if that wasn’t much better than what he was screaming before.
“Don’t cry my little prince,” Hoseok smiled weakly. “I just need a little time to process everything. I’m going to get back late, so don’t wait for me to eat dinner. See you soon angel.”
The moment Hoseok closed the door, he could hear Yoongi sobbing loudly, convinced that Hoseok was never going to come back. His frustrated screams about messing everything up again would keep Hoseok awake at night for weeks to come.
When Hoseok got back home, he found Yoongi fast asleep at the dinner table, a pool of tears underneath his face, and a meal for two set out. Now cold and completely untouched.
Hoseok ran the pad of his thumb across Yoongi’s full cheeks and cried quietly, “Why did you wait for me, my honey? All of th-this food was wasted. Y-you didn’t even eat anything.”
Hoseok slumped to the ground with guilt, holding the small bag of Yoongi’s favorite treats close to his chest. The whole walk seemed like a blur to him. He was so in his head the whole time, processing Yoongi’s words, that he couldn’t even remember what he had done or where he had gone.
“You’re such a fool hyung,” Hoseok sobbed. “Why do you have to be so stubborn...even when I said I wasn’t going to be back soon you just had to hope. You d-deserve more than this Yoongi hyung, you deserve so much more.”
Even though they were officially in spring, that day felt like the dead of winter.
5.
Things were still tense between the two of them. It’s not like they didn’t want to talk...it was just hard. Their schedules got busier and busier, and the only time they were even able to spend together was when they were asleep.
Even then, Hoseok only came back from work after he knew Yoongi would already be asleep. Every night he found food set out and untouched on the dinner table and Yoongi fast asleep in their bed. He was thinner, and his cheeks weren’t full.
Yoongi always woke up and locked himself in the bathroom until he knew Hoseok was gone.
Hoseok...well he wasn’t doing great. The stress on their relationship had reflected across every single area of his life. He couldn’t go anywhere without remembering something about Yoongi and him, and subsequently Yoongi’s words that night.
He’d become moodier and more easily upset. He was honestly exhausted, but he didn’t know how to fix it. Hoseok didn’t know how he was supposed to talk to Yoongi after leaving that night, and Yoongi didn’t come to talk to him either.
He supposes that was their greatest weakness. They were never able to sweep things under the rug or get over things easily. They didn’t fight often, but the first time they did resulted in them not talking for months. They only made up because Yoongi had his first breakup and absolutely needed Hoseok.
Hoseok didn’t want that to happen again.
The day was March 7th, and Hoseok was in a mood. He had come home from work early because his boss made him go home (something about working too many overtime hours and not giving himself a break). He didn’t know where Yoongi was, but he was upset.
That’s why he was more bored than happy when Yoongi walked up to him with the Kumamon plush. The older was in nothing but an oversized sweater - yes literally nothing underneath - and he looked upset.
Hoseok didn’t know if it was the fight or his mood, maybe both, but he felt himself unfazed at all by Yoongi’s state. In fact he was kind of exasperated. Yet another problem to deal with?
Even Hoseok was surprised with his own thoughts.
They couldn’t be his thoughts, could they?
But as much as Hoseok wanted to say they weren’t, they were his. Even if they came from the side that Hoseok always hid away from people, the dark, cruel, vindictive side of him, they were still his own thoughts.
Yoongi sat down right next to Hoseok and sank into the couch, his body closing in on itself protectively. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t move. Yoongi simply sat there right next to Hoseok, his eyes trained on the blank screen of the TV.
Hoseok didn’t ask, he simply turned the TV onto Spongebon. They both sat there watching the mind-numbing dumbness of the sponge and his starfish friend.
Not a word was said. Not a single movement was made.
In all honesty Hoseok didn’t know what irked him more, the fact that Yoongi came over to him or the fact that Yoongi wasn’t saying anything. The older had always been the one who was better with words, and he had no problem voicing his concerns or problems before. So why wasn’t he saying anything now?
While Hoseok was busy being annoyed in his own head, Yoongi leaned against him tentatively. It felt like a test at first. Just to see if Hoseok was okay with it.
Hoseok sucked up all of the annoyance that was brewing in his mood and asked blankly, “What do you want hyung?”
Clearly sucking up all of the annoyance wasn’t enough. Yoongi slinked away at the bluntness of Hoseok’s tone and retreated back to his position on the couch. He hugged himself by the knees tightly, his Kumamon plush snuggled between his legs and chest.
“What’s wrong,” Hoseok tried again. Even he could tell his tone came out harsher than he had intended. Yoongi flinched away from him, his hands’ grip around the Kumamon growing tighter with every sentence Hoseok said.
Hoseok took a deep breath to calm himself down and asked more gently, “Why are you so quiet hyung? What’s wrong?”
Yoongi buried his face into the pillow. He turned away from Hoseok on the couch with a small huff. No response came, and Yoongi didn’t even try to give Hoseok a hint as to what was wrong. This shit just had to be happening in one of Hoseok’s moods.
Now Yoongi was getting under Hoseok’s skin. It was taking his all to not explode at the older.
The silence dragged on painfully. It felt like nails against a chalkboard, screeching in Hoseok’s head loudly. The itch in Hoseok’s skin grew bigger and bigger as time passed. A feeling set in his bones that Hoseok couldn’t comprehend. It felt like a mix of worry and anger and frustration and love. It felt like the constant desire Hoseok always had to make Yoongi happy, to make the older want to stay with him, but it also felt like all the times where Hoseok was waiting for Yoongi to call him every day after a fight.
Just waiting and waiting and waiting…
Because he missed Yoongi.
Hoseok missed Yoongi, but he was also mad at Yoongi for insinuating that he was easily replaceable that he was a replacement.
“Are we going to break up?”
The question was quiet, but it was loud. Hoseok couldn’t stutter anything out but, “What?”
Yoongi sunk in on himself and mumbled, “You seem like you’re mad at me and I barely see you anymore. You’re always at work or somewhere else, you never come home to eat, and you still act like you’re mad at me. Are we going to break up?”
“I don’t know,” Hoseok sighed. He grabbed Yoongi’s shoulders and pulled him in for a hug. “Was I at any point a replacement for Namjoon?”
“No,” Yoongi replied quietly. He shifted on the couch so that his legs wrapped around Hoseok.
Hoseok’s head tilted to the side to rest against Yoongi’s shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the crown of Yoongi’s head and scolded, “You know I can tell when you’re lying to me? Don’t lie to me just to make me stay, I’m not going to leave anyway.”
Yoongi closed his mouth for a moment before nodding, “Yeah...at first you were a replacement for Joon. But not anymore. I really do love you. You’re like my sun and my stars all in one.”
Hoseok smiled brightly at Yoongi and nodded, “I love you too hyung. You don’t ever have to worry about our relationship, okay? Put some pants on, let’s get you cheered up.”
“You can get me cheered up with my pants off,” Yoongi pouted.
“Aish this hyung,” Hoseok laughed, his hyung’s antics lifting him out of his mood. His heart shaped smile brightened up the room and caused a small gummy smile to erupt from Yoongi’s face. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”
Yoongi nodded and smiled in response, “I know, now please vore me.”
The younger laughed nervously at Yoongi and quickly looked up on the internet “how to vore someone without hurting them”. Luckily there was a very helpful article that Hoseok was able to skim through while holding Yoongi’s head back.
“You know, for someone who joked about voring me so much, you know very little about how to vore someone. It looks like I have to go show you,” Yoongi huffed. He stood up and dragged Hoseok to the bedroom. They laid on the bed together, simply holding each other.
Hoseok smiled at Yoongi and laughed, “Was this just a ploy to get cuddles?”
“You know me too well,” Yoongi smiled. He closed his eyes and moved himself down a little so that he could sleep in the crook of Hoseok’s neck.
Hoseok eventually fell asleep in Yoongi’s arms, his thoughts drifting off to the little velvet box he had hidden in the drawer for Yoongi’s birthday.
Only two more days.
+1
On the day of Yoongi’s birthday, most of their friends were out of town. They managed to get on a group call to celebrate though. Each person had their own slice of a cake with a candle for Yoongi. Their gifts were already dropped off at the apartment thanks to Jimin’s secretary having the foresight to tell him that Yoongi’s birthday collided with the fashion week he, Taehyung, and Jin had to go to.
The call was nice and Yoongi tried to pretend to be grumpy the whole time, but really he was smiling and blushing at all the attention. Yoongi opened all of the presents while Hoseok recorded for their friends. Sometimes he reminded Yoongi to look at the camera and smile, but Yoongi was extremely confused the whole time.
Once they were all wrapped up with their friend’s presents, they hopped on a call with Yoongi’s parents. Yoongi’s parents were delighted to see that Hoseok was there as well, even if Yoongi had forgotten to tell them he and Hoseok were dating.
Everything was smoothed over quickly until Yoongi’s mom mentioned that she sent over Yoongi’s baby book (the heavy, pink book because fuck gendered colors).
Hoseok barely managed to wrestle it away from Yoongi. He squealed like...well...a baby at every single picture of baby Yoongi. Who knew that Agust D used to be such a precious bean? There was even a picture of Hoseok sitting in a confused Yoongi’s stroller, sharing a bun with him.
Maybe Hoseok snapped a picture of that one while Yoongi wasn’t looking.
Once they were finished up with the calls, Yoongi ran into their room to change his clothes into something more comfortable. Hoseok got to work making lunch while Yoongi looked through Hoseok’s clothes for something to wear.
As expected, Yoongi reappeared in one of Hoseok’s favorite hoodies and a pair of jean shorts. He hugged Hoseok from behind and smiled, “Hey honey I’ve escaped from the depths of your half of the closet. And guess what I found there?”
Hoseok froze, thinking Yoongi had found the ring box. He was about to say something when Yoongi took a white mass out of his pocket.
“You should’ve told me you wanted to try wearing skirts! We could’ve torn up the town together,” Yoongi laughed. “Seoul wouldn’t be able to survive the power of your legs in a skirt. Maybe a mom will even scream at us.”
Hoseok let out a breath of relief and laughed, “We should soon. We’ll be more of a power couple than Taehyung and Jimin.”
“Ohh don’t say that in front of anyone but me. The entirety of Korea might think that we’re challenging them for their spot,” Yoongi snickered. “What do you want to do after lunch.”
Hoseok thought for a moment before ruffling Yoongi’s hair and teasing, “We should look at more of your baby photos, and maybe old photos in general. I wonder how much we’ve changed since high school and college.”
Yoongi moved out of the way so that Hoseok could put the hot food on plates. They sat down and ate, chatting happily with each other about different types of skirts. Really they were just happy that they had reconciled everything before Yoongi’s birthday rolled around.
They finished up their food quickly. Hoseok was happy to notice that Yoongi had eaten the majority of his plate. Yoongi cleaned the dishes much to Hoseok’s dismay, but Hoseok used the opportunity to grab the ring box and put it in his hoodie pocket. He also grabbed the photo box that Yoongi had hidden away under the bed.
When he walked back into the kitchen, Yoongi was sitting at the table waiting for Hoseok to get back.
The moment Yoongi’s eyes landed on the box, his face paled considerably. He looked up at Hoseok hesitantly and mumbled, “That box has pictures of me and Joon in it...are you sure you want to look through? Especially considering what happened a few days ago…”
“It’s okay,” Hoseok smiled, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s nose as he sat down. “There’s also pictures of us in here. Namjoon is also part of your past, it’ll be fun to look back on what your life used to be.”
The very first photo Hoseok pulled was the three of them sitting together with ice cream in their hands. Namjoon’s arm was around Yoongi, and Hoseok was sitting the farthest away from the camera. They were all laughing at something someone, probably Yoongi, said.
Yoongi stared at the photograph fondly, a soft smile on his face as he looked at past him. In the picture you could see the engagement ring on Yoongi’s finger.
“Aish, I was so young and foolish back then,” Yoongi sighed, looking at Namjoon’s face. “We shouldn’t have gotten engaged that fast. We were just excited, you know? We never thought we’d lose each other.”
Hoseok gently laced their fingers together, his thumb running over the back of Yoongi’s hand comfortingly.
“You know you can cry if you want. I won’t judge,” Hoseok informed Yoongi.
The older simply shook his head and smiled, “I’m over it. It’s just strange to think about how much has changed and much our plans changed. Like we planned to go to college together and get married after graduation, then work together to make music as a duo. Now I’m a PR manager, and I’m with my best friend of 19 years.”
Yoongi looked at the photograph a little bit longer before setting it aside. He pulled another one out of the box, a photo of him on stage, blonde hair messy and middle finger stuck out towards the crowd.
“When was this even taken,” Yoongi frowned. He turned the photo around, looking for any indication of the date. “And when did I even perform in a miniskirt?”
Hoseok laughed at Yoongi and smiled, “I took this hyung! I snuck into one of your shows because you refused to let me go. It was quite the nice rap, but I think everyone’s favorite part was when they got a peek of what was under the skirt.”
Hoseok remembered it clear as day. Just before the performance had ended, Yoongi’s opponent had walked up to the older and rapped something about Yoongi being an easy slut. Hoseok was ready to fight someone for Yoongi’s honor that day, but he was well aware Yoongi would freak if he knew that Hoseok had snuck in.
In response, Yoongi had gotten up extremely close to his opponent and rapped something along the lines of “you wanna kiss me so bad.” That ended in the other rapper actually kissing Yoongi, but he was so tall that Yoongi had to get on his toes. That ended in him leaning over just a little and flashing the entire audience by accident.
Hoseok remembered quite clearly the hard on he’d gotten from the sight of his best friend’s ass, as well as the hell Jimin gave him for it the next day.
“What can I say, I have cakes,” Yoongi shrugged. He hit Hoseok with the photo and scoffed, “How dare you not tell me when you sneak in? There was a reason I never invited you to one of my shows. For one, I wouldn’t have worn a miniskirt that day. My legs look like I stole them from a chicken, and I would’ve prepared a rap that wasn’t as… explicit. And maybe I wouldn’t have chosen my fuckbuddy as my opponent.”
Yoongi took another look at the photo before smiling, “You know, I do look a lot better with some weight on me. I look less like a chicken, more like a snack.”
“I'm glad you've finally realized how beautiful you are, but you’re a whole damn meal hyung” Hoseok laughed. He looked at another picture of him and Yoongi and sighed, “Now if only I aged as well as you, I still look like a rat that got drowned.”
“That’s not true,” Yoongi laughed, hitting Hoseok’s shoulder with the photograph.
He burrowed through the photos quickly, polaroids and printed out memories flying onto the table. Yoongi landed on whatever he was looking for and held it up to Hoseok.
It was a photo of the two of them at prom. Yoongi had gone with Namjoon as his date, but he and Hoseok always shared one dance together as a tradition. The photo was probably taken by Namjoon.
They were hand in hand, dancing the slow dance together even though they weren’t a couple. Hoseok had a black suit on with a black corsage pinned to his suit jacket. Yoongi was wearing a white suit with a matching corsage, as well as a pair of heeled boots so that he wasn’t too short next to Namjoon.
Even when they weren’t together, they were always together, and they looked beautiful. It looked like the whole world only revolved around the two of them, and they were the only people that mattered.
“You still look at me like that you know,” Yoongi smiled, handing Hoseok the photograph. “You look at me like I’m your whole world. Always have. Even if the whole world bashed us for being together, for being us, you’d still look at me like that and I’d still look at you like you were the morning sun.”
“The world has no right to bash you hyung,” Hoseok frowned. “We do look beautiful here though.”
There’s a silence between them. It’s quite comfortable. The moment felt like it revolved around them, and only them. The two that were always together, even when they weren’t. The two who’s lives had been tangled together for 19 years. The two that had gone through heaven and hell and everything in between together.
So yeah. It was perfect, and Yoongi couldn’t have asked for anything more.
Hoseok did have something though.
“Will you marry me?”
The question came tumbling out as fast as Hoseok thought it. He watched as Yoongi’s face broke out into a smile, and then a laugh, thinking it was a joke. Hoseok watched Yoongi’s face carefully as it fell once Yoongi realized he was being serious.
Yoongi stared at Hoseok quietly as the younger pulled out the ring box from his hoodie pocket. Hoseok’s hand opened it up to reveal an aquamarine ring. The band was white and rose gold, mimicking twisting vines. Diamonds were set into two of the stems and into the leaves surrounding the aquamarine gem.
A few tears rolled down Yoongi’s cheeks as he stared at the ring. He covered his mouth as he started laughing nervously, “I-it’s beautiful Hoseok.”
Hoseok took a deep breath and nodded, “Only the prettiest I could find for you. I have a matching one with an amethyst in the closet. I just...I know it’s stupid because you rushed into an engagement before and we’ve only been together for a year but…I don’t know, you’ve always been such a big part of my life. I don’t know...when I thought about what was in my future, the only thing I could see was you. I understand if you say no, I can always save it for another time when you’re re-”
“Seok-ah shut the fuck up,” Yoongi laughed tearily. Droplets of tears rolled down his cheeks as he rushed forward to hug Hoseok. “Please just...shut the fuck up. Of course I’ll marry you, you idiot.”
Yoongi let go so that Hoseok could slip the ring onto his finger. It looked beautiful against his skin.
“Y-you’re such a-an idiot,” Yoongi sobbed, the top of his head bumping into Hoseok’s chest. A few tears dripped onto Hoseok’s pants, but Yoongi didn’t bother trying to wipe his cheeks. Hoseok could feel a few tears rolling down his cheeks as well. “You of all p-people would pr-propose like this. You didn’t even g-give us a chance to get dressed up. I’m in fucking sweats and you’re proposing to me idiot.”
“I’m sorry,” Hoseok sniffled, his arms wrapping around Yoongi’s shoulders. “I wasn’t planning for it to go like this, but we’ll get you in the prettiest outfit possible for the wedding okay?”
Yoongi nodded against Hoseok’s shoulder and laughed weakly, “It better be the tightest dress possible if we’re going to show off all my curves.”
Hoseok smiled at Yoongi and patted his boyfriend’s thigh.
They were going to be okay. Yoongi was going to be okay.