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Yoongi was more of a man of action instead of words. So it doesn’t really affect Hoseok when his boyfriend refuses to say the words back because he always responds with a flawless smile, crescent eyes, rose-blooming cheeks before snaking his arms around his neck, standing on the tip of his toes and pressing their lips in a chaste yet passionate kiss that never fails to make the butterflies in Hoseok’s belly flutter until they threaten to break free. But he would be lying if he said he didn’t wish to hear those three innocent words fall from Yoongi’s pretty pink lips like an angel sighing.
“What’chu thinking about?” Yoongi asks him one day while they were cuddling on the bed beside the massive window that reaches the edge of their mattress. Hoseok was leaning on the wall with Yoongi curled between his legs, head on his shoulder and arms hugging a kumamon stuffed toy that Hoseok got him two years ago. The sky was dark and gloomy as it poured buckets of rain over the hectic streets of Seoul. Even in this kind of weather, citizens would still be rushing around to attend their errands. Hoseok tears his eyes from the frowning clouds and turns to Yoongi’s curious smile. He couldn’t help but smile back. “I’m thinking about you, baby,” and he laughs wholeheartedly when Yoongi rolls his eyes with a groan. Teasing Yoongi childishly like this never fails to make him laugh.
“You’re so cheesy, I hate you,” Yoongi grumbles, burying his face in Hoseok’s chest as he snuggles closer as much as he can. Hoseok wraps his arms around his lover’s small body, enveloping him in his warmth. “Yoongi,”
“Yeah?”
“I love you,”
There was a pause, a slight shift, a soft inhale before Yoongi is pulling away to straddle Hoseok’s hips and sit on his lap. Yoongi looks absolutely adorable; dressed in the latter’s navy hoodie that swallows his whole frame. His hair tousled and cheeks dusting a shade of shy pink as he pouts lightly. Then he cups Hoseok’s jaw, bringing their faces close until their noses bops and Yoongi smiles. He parts his lips, a small breath coming out before he closes them again. It was as if he wants to say something but there’s a lump in his throat and it’s hard to speak, hard to breathe, hard to swallow and think of anything because at this moment his boyfriend said he loves him and he can’t find the right words to say it back. So with his eyes fluttering closed, he tilts his head and presses his lips against Hoseok’s. It was innocent; just the soft touching of Yoongi’s soft lips against Hoseok’s chapped ones but it was gentle and Yoongi loved every moment. Their lips slotted perfectly as if they were made for each other; like a puzzle piece meant to be together.
When Yoongi pulled away, his eyes avoided Hoseok’s as the tips of his fingers dances across the younger man’s chest as if debating what to do next. Hoseok just watching with fond adoration as the man on his lap shyly meets his eyes through his eyelashes and with the smallest, sweetest voice he’s ever heard; Yoongi said. “I love you more,” then it was like a wave of affection and happiness bursting through every layer and structure of his being as Hoseok swoons and falls in love all over again, heart racing in his ribcage. He pulls the older man into his loving arms, sighing heavenly as he kisses him again and again until they’re lying on the bed in tangled sheets and limbs and broken giggles.
They’ve been dating for over four years now and never has Yoongi said those words. Hearing them now for the first time only made it special. Although every word of affection from his lover’s lips was every bit of special—this one is just really special.