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it all started with a stupid bet…
Yoongi and Hoseok have been together for 7 years now. they met through mutual friends and somehow they just clicked and they've been together ever since. but anyways, they've been looking at new entertainment stand to buy because they (Yoongi) personally think that it's too big. their tv fits inside of it just fine but other than that they don't have much else to put inside the other compartments.
Hoseok had built it on a whim because he had found himself unusually creative one afternoon about a year ago and hadn't done the measurements correctly, so it was a little (a lot) bigger than he had planned for.
the two of them were supposed to go browsing today and find a new one, one that would suit their cozy living space, but Yoongi's been unexpectedly called into work on emergency matters that Hoseok doesn't understand.
"why can't they just call someone else in? this was supposed to be your day off, we were gonna have fun." he's pouting, and Yoongi knows that he's trying to convince him to stay.
"Hobi, you know I would stay if I could, but they need me. and you know how strict my boss is." Hoseok knows. "besides, i'm the best they've got and the more I stay on their good side the closer I am to getting this promotion." he tried to keep his tone bright and cheery for Hoseok's sake but now the younger stares at the counter with a solemn look and gives a tiny nod.
"I know, it's just, I was really looking forward to spending the day with you. but it's fine I understand, we can always reschedule. it's not like we need the new entertainment stand today." he glances up to see Yoongi is the one now pouting and he can't help but coo over how cute he looks.
"we'll have all the time in the world tomorrow, I promise." Yoongi comes around the counter to embrace Hoseok and breathe in his comforting scent so that his nerves stay calm at the office. Hoseok leaves a soft kiss on his forehead and Yoongi swears he melts because forehead kisses are his favorite sign of affection.
"i'll hold you to that promise." the younger smiles at him before giving his boyfriend a few lingering pecks on the lips. he adjusts his tie even if it was already perfect the way it was because he loves the way Yoongi looks in his suit and likes to have any excuse to touch. "have a good day a work babe, i'll see you when you come home."
Yoongi grabs his briefcase and is making his way out the door when he stops and turns around, snapping his fingers.
"oh! almost forgot, that guy said he was coming by today to look at the entertainment stand to see if he'd like to buy it. his name is slipping my mind, but anyways. I just thought I should remind you so that you don't get scared about answering the door while I'm not here." he grins and blows a flustered Hoseok a kiss before heading off to work.
"for fucks sake it was one time!"
a few hours pass and Hoseok is honestly bored out of his mind. he's washed the dishes, vacuumed every room that has carpet, swept the tile floors, made their bed. he stared at the bathroom door for a few minutes before deciding it wasn't that dirty and he'd rather not smell like toilet scrub when this guy comes to visit.
so Hoseok lays down on the couch and opens up the first game on his phone that he sees, if it happens to be angry birds then so be it, and only has around 10 minutes to play before there's a knock on the door. he sets his phone down on the counter and walks to the door, peering through the peephole into the hallway only to be met with the face of someone he can only assume is a model because goddamn he's beautiful. he opens the door, still with caution, and sticks his head out into the hall.
"may I help you…?" the man grins and Hoseok just about dies. he really can't believe his luck, wait till he calls his aunt later and tells her he's now a firm believer in god and everything holy so long as this one man exists.
"hi! my name is Seokjin, i'm here about the entertainment stand. you must be… Yoongi?"
"i'm actually Hoseok, Yoongi's… partner?" he wasn't sure if this guy would be comfortable with him and Yoongi being boyfriends but-
"oh, so you're boyfriends? don't worry man i'm chill with it." Hoseok didn't know he had tensed up until he relaxes at that statement. he opens the door wider and gestures into the apartment.
"o-oh awesome! well come on in, I tried my best to clean up so I apologize if I missed anything." he scratches at the back of his head nervously.
"i'm not here to judge the way you're living you life." Seokjin takes a brief glance around the living room before his gaze falls on the entertainment stand and he points to it. "is this the one?"
"that'll be it." Hoseok watches as this angelic looking human wanders around to each side of the stand, opening and closing the cupboards as he goes. he takes special interest in the biggest cupboard, Hoseok notices. Yoongi and Hoseok never could find anything worth putting in there. Seokjin turns back to him with a single eyebrow raised.
"nothing fit in this one?"
"ah, we just never could figure out what to put in there." Hoseok fiddles with the hem of his t-shirt, suddenly very conscious of himself when Seokjin doesn't look away from him.
"not to worry, I'm sure I'll be able to fill it." he steps away and stands in the middle of the living room before releasing a huff of air. Hoseok assumes it to be some form of laugh. "in fact, I think my younger brother will love that spot for hide and seek." Hoseok blinks at him before doubling over in a loud fit of giggles.
"I hate to burst your bubble, but no one's gonna fit in there." there's that eyebrow raise again.
"you don't think so?" Hoseok shakes his head. "really? because I bet that even you could fit in there." Hoseok should maybe be wondering why this strange (beautiful) man is betting that he'll fit inside of a tiny cabinet, but he isn't. instead he's thinking about how he has to prove himself to this guy (why does he have to?) and show him that he will, in fact, not fit inside the cupboard.
"alright, then I'll prove it!" he ruffles his hair and marches straight past Seokjin, completely missing the smirk on this man's face, and proceeds to haul himself into the cabinet. he's genuinely surprised when he fits without a struggle and looks out to see the man grinning at him.
"see? told you." Hoseok rolls his eyes and starts to climb back out when the man stops him and ushers him back inside.
"wait, can I just have you test something out? I don't want my brother getting trapped in here when we play and if it takes me a while to find him I'd like him to be able to breathe fresh air. can you try to open it from the inside?"
Hoseok knows, he knows deep down that he shouldn't be trusting a stranger so willingly like this. he shouldn't be agreeing to lock himself inside a cabinet because what if the guy turns out to be a serial killer or something and this is his way of kidnapping Hoseok? but Seokjin is giving him puppy dog eyes and if he wasn't so damn beautiful maybe Hoseok would be able to say no, but he finds a small "yes" falling from his lips before he can stop himself. he would like to say that the dealing smile Seokjin blesses him with is worth him suffering a few more seconds in this cramped space. but boy is he wrong.
so far, it's been what feels like hours but what is really closer to 10 minutes locked inside this cabinet. it turns out you can't open it from the inside and Seokjin seems to have left the apartment. he never even said if he was going to buy the stand or not.
anyways Hoseok is starting to cramp up from being stuck in the same position with limited space and can feel his muscles freezing with every passing second. his tailbone hurts and he's sure that one of his buttcheeks has fallen asleep.
a few more hours pass and honestly Hoseok really just wants to cry. his muscles are now screaming at him to move from this position and he's sure Yoongi has called him at least 3 times but he can't be sure because his phone is still on the counter so he can't call for help. he doesn't think he's claustrophobic but he just might be after this. there's not much fresh air seeping in through the cracks in the wood and so he's basically been breathing his own air for 4 hours now, which he's sure can't be good for his health, and he feels hot and sweaty and really wishes he wasn't wearing sweatpants.
it's when Yoongi finally comes home from work that Hoseok can't take it anymore and he starts to cry, like really cry. and I mean the type of crying where it starts out small and helpless but in the span of just a few seconds turns into full blown sobs because you just can't hold it in anymore.
"hey- what the fuck? where did-" Yoongi halts in his tracks as soon as he steps into the apartment because he suddenly feels like maybe he walked into the wrong one. he's sure that his apartment was filled with furniture when he left? "Hoseok! where the hell-"
"Yoongi! Y-Yoongi i'm in here! help, please!" and Yoongi has never heard Hoseok cry like this so his nerves start tingling as he makes his way into the living room to see the cupboard door of the entertainment stand being pushed against repeatedly from the inside.
"oh my god, Hoseok!" he rushes over and unlatches it, only semi prepared to catch Hoseok before he falls on his face, watching him with concern as he takes in deep breaths of fresh air. well, as deep as he can while still hyperventilating.
Yoongi pulls him over to, well to the area that their couch had been this morning, and sits against the wall hugging hoseok tight. he shushes him and rubs soothing circles into his shoulders, his other hand running gently through his sweaty curls.
eventually, but it takes a while, Hoseok's sobs reduced down to wet sniffles and shuddering breaths as he ducks his head into his boyfriend's neck as a way of seeking comfort. he feels Yoongi place several gentle kisses on the top of his head, reminding himself to apologize later because he's sure he's covered in sweat, and releases a shaky sigh.
"Hobi, are you okay now?" Yoongi continues to pet his hair while Hoseok hides in his neck, and they way he asks is so soft, almost like he's afraid of breaking the calmness that's settled over them. but Hoseok nods and lifts his head enough to look into Yoongi's eyes. he can see how scared he is, how confused.
the younger looks away and into the living room, heaving a deep sigh when he sees many of their belongings missing. he looks back at Yoongi and almost wants to start crying again because he's so sorry for being so stupid and he'll never ever trust a pretty man ever again and-
"wait, what?" Yoongi stops him and raises an eyebrow and it's only then that Hoseok realized he was ranting his thoughts out loud.
"I- I said-"
"that you'll never trust a pretty man ever again." despite still having tears in his eyes Hoseok let's out a nervous laugh.
"did I say that? I-"
"Hoseok, who did you let into our apartment?"
"the- you said the man was coming today so I, I opened the door like you said to do."
"what did this man look like?" Hoseok blinks at him, wondering why he needs to describe the man that Yoongi had invited over in the first place, but then he shrugs and gestures wildly with his hands.
"the man! the pretty man that you invited here! I don't know he had black hair and was wearing a suit and he had huge shoulders and was kind of tall and- what? what, why are you looking at me like that?"
Yoongi seems to be trying to hold in his amusement, either that or he's about to cry which Hoseok hopes he doesn't because he hates when he's the cause of Yoongi's tears. but Yoongi doesn't cry, he let's out a shout that seems to be a mixture of a laugh and a frustrated yell and Hoseok has never been more confused.
"Hoseok, oh Hoseok. oh my god, I should have called in sick."
"Yoongi? what's so funny?" Yoongi takes Hoseok's face between his palms and gives him a gentle kiss before pulling away and laughing again.
"i-i'm sorry. it's just that, the man that was supposed to come today is not the same man that you just described. the man who was supposed to show up was probably in his 50's."
for a moment Hoseok just sits in dumbfounded silence while Yoongi continues to snicker every now and then. but when he thinks about it that makes perfect sense because about an hour after Hoseok had been locked away he had heard knocking at the door. he had tried shouting but it must have been muffled because no one came to his aid. he falls forward with a groan and shoves his face into Yoongi's stomach, leaving a few kisses there before sitting back up and glaring at his still laughing boyfriend, though there's no real anger behind it.
"I feel like such an idiot. and you're still laughing for christs sake, shut up!" but it's not long before Hoseok is laughing along with him.
"i'm sorry i'm sorry, I love you." Yoongi manages to stop his laughter and coaxes Hoseok into looking at him once he's calmed down. "seriously though, are you really okay? I can't imagine what it was like to be trapped in such a small space all day. you really had me worried when I came home. I thought-"
Yoongi doesn't want to voice the rest of his fear out loud. when he had walked in and seen most of their things gone he had honestly assumed the worst. he knows Hoseok loves him, he really does, but part of him will always have this irrational fear eating away at the back of his mind that one day Hoseok will grow tired of him and walk away. that he'll get sick of his crankiness in the mornings, or the endless hours that he has to work to pay his half of the rent (sometimes even on holidays), or the tiny messes he leaves and sometimes forgets to pick up, or the way he clings to Hoseok at the end of the day trying to get as close as possible so that not even air can come between them, or how Yoongi is always so greedy for Hoseok's kisses and his hugs and his sweaters and everything else. but he also knows that these are things that Hoseok has said that he loves about the older and that he has nothing to worry about.
"Yoongi? what did you think?" Yoongi blinks and comes back into himself before giving the younger a small smile and a peck on the lips.
"nothing, don't worry about it." they share a few more kisses that vary in intensity, Yoongi moving his hands up into Hoseok's hair to tug at it lightly and Hoseok moving his hands to wrap around Yoongi's small frame and cling to the back of his suit jacket. Yoongi pulls away just enough to get his mouth free.
"Hoseok?"
"mhm?" he lowers himself to leave soft kisses on Yoongi's neck.
"when you said you wouldn't ever trust a pretty man again, did you mean… all of them?" Hoseok halts what he's doing and brings his face back to be level with Yoongi's. he squishes their noses together and notes the pink flush on the older's cheeks and the way he keeps his eyes on Hoseok's lips instead of his eyes. he's being shy.
"Yoongi. hey, come on look at me. there you go." he grins when Yoongi turns a deeper shade of pink. "you're the only pretty man I'll ever trust again. okay? I promise. you're the prettiest." Yoongi will deny it later but he flashes a grin that shows off his gums and giggles at the praise, and Hoseok knows he lives off of it. he leans in again to press their lips back together, muffling whatever insult Yoongi was about to say because they both know he wouldn't mean it anyways.