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Yoongi stirs, inhaling sharply and blinking his eyes open. He squints uncomfortably at the sudden bright light of the room and attempts to get up. Which turns out to be a horrible idea because a sharp pain jabs at his shoulder and he groans and falls back onto the bed.
Everything is blurry and all of his limbs feel abnormally heavy. He feels lethargic and so exhausted and even something simple as blinking and breathing seems to be taking a lot out of him. He can’t remember anything for some reason.
No thoughts, head empty, he thinks groggily and laughs internally about his sense of humor.
“Oh shit! He’s awake!” He hears a deep baritone voice call out from the end of the room. After a moment he hears some shuffling and someone walking up to him.
As his vision clears, Yoongi blinks rapidly trying to take in his surroundings. He sees two men sprawled across a small bench at the end of the room looking directly at him. They seem really familiar but he still can’t piece anything together.
And there’s another person standing next to his bed and when Yoongi takes one look at his face, he’s a goner. This man— Yoongi seems to have forgotten his vocabulary— is an angel in every sense.
“Yoongi hyung, can you hear me?” The angel smiles softly and Yoongi thinks the sun has competition. The gorgeous boy’s hand brushes over his cheek before finding his hand and tangling their fingers together.
When Yoongi doesn’t respond back, the boy looks at him worried and pours a glass of warm water from the bedside table and hands it over to him. Yoongi takes the cup still dazed at the sight of the beautiful boy and gulps it down.
“Holy fuck.” He finally lets out, his voice still shaky.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” The angel asks, his warm, brown eyes full of concern as he grips his hand tighter.
He continues to stare intently at the boy with his mouth slightly open, his cheeks suddenly feel warm at the special attention. He’s so beautiful , he thinks and before his brain can catch up he just blurts out.
“Are you an angel? You’re fucking gorgeous! Am I in heaven? Oh god, I made it into heaven!?”
“W-What?” Hoseok’s eyes widened in genuine, absolute shock, and his cheeks turned a bright pink.
“Am I dead? Are you seriously the angel assigned to look over me?” Yoongi stammers, speechless. “Were you a model when you were alive? You’re breathtakingly beautiful.” He’s still staring in shock that he doesn’t notice the other boys in the room filming him.
“Oh my god.” Jimin cackles from the back of the room. “He’s so gone right now. The painkillers must’ve made him as high as a kite.”
“You’re not dead, you’re in the hospital, Yoongi hyung.” The boy smiles and if Yoongi weren’t dead already, he might as well be now. That heart shaped smile should be illegal. “You had a surgery to get your shoulder fixed. This has been a long time coming but your shoulder should finally be better now!”
Yoongi nods, taking all of that information. Surgery… Shoulder…. That does ring some sort of bell but it’s still foggy.
“Are you my nurse then? Do you work here? No no that doesn’t seem right, you’re far too beautiful to be a nurse!” Yoongi peruses, deep in thought before lighting up immediately. “I know! You’re a model! Why is a model in my room!?”
“I’m not a model-”
Taehyung interrupts him. “That’s your boyfriend, Yoongi hyung!”
“Wait- Wait! Seriously!? Yoongi gawks at him, his expression a mix between joy and disbelief and he looks back into those pretty, brown eyes. “Fuck, I must’ve saved the world or something in my past lives, maybe we were even lovers in the past too! What the actual fuck, I seriously hit the fucking jackpot because you are quite possibly the most beautiful man to ever grace this Earth and I can’t believe you’re mine!”
Yoongi’s voice turns raspy from all that talking and the boy refills his glass and brings it to Yoongi’s lips. Without wasting any time, Yoongi gulps the water down and smacks his lips. He doesn’t think the water helped but there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for the boy in front of him.
“He’s still just as whipped for Hobi hyung when he’s high on drugs.” Jimin muffles a laugh while trying to hold his phone upright to film properly and Taehyung, next to him, looks like he’s about to pee his pants from how hard he’s holding in his laughter.
The boy sits down at the edge of the bed next to Yoongi and runs his hand through Yoongi’s hair. Yoongi attempts to move closer, making the boy pout. God! He’s so cute! “Don’t move too much, hyung. Your shoulder needs to heal.”
“So how long have we been dating.” Yoongi asks, still shell shocked at the recent disclosure of this very important piece of information.
“It’s going to be four years in May.”
“Oh fuck. How did I manage to do that? You stayed with me for almost four years!?”
The boy giggles, his shoulders shake and dimples appear at the corner of his lips. Unconsciously, Yoongi’s finger pokes it, earning a small gasp from the boy who still continues to giggle.
“Woah.” Yoongi responds starstruck. “Even your laugh is beautiful.”
“Thank you. You tell me all the time.” The boy beams bright and pretty and it’s too much for Yoongi’s still mushy brain.
“Do I take care of you well? Am I a good boyfriend?” Sudden insecurity and uncertainty seeps through Yoongi’s voice and the boy’s face immediately softens.
His hands cup Yoongi’s cheeks softly as if he’s made of glass. “The best. You take care of me so well, Yoon.”
Yoongi visibly relaxes. “Well, that’s good then. That is what you deserve.”
“Why is Yoongi hyung a hundred times more gay on painkillers?” Taehyung interrupts from the back of the room wheezing at the situation in front of him. He’s trying not to fall onto Jimin but he can’t help it, his hyung is too funny and too gay.
“WAIT! I have an important question to ask.” Everyone turns back to Yoongi who scrubs a hand over his face before moving his hair out of the way. He leans in and when he speaks, his voice comes out serious as if he’s asking an important secret. “Have we kissed?”
The boy bursts out laughing at Yoongi’s antics. “Almost everyday.” He replies, smirking, playing with Yoongi’s fingers in his hand.
Yoongi is about to ask another question when he spots something shiny on the boy’s finger. “Fucking fuck . Is that a ring? Are we engaged? Are we getting married?”
“Nope. We’re not engaged.” Yoongi’s face falls for a second but then the boy continues. “ Yet . We still have a long time for that.”
Yoongi nods happily, blinking, taking in the boy’s response. “I have another question. Did we fuck?”
The boy chokes, the tips of his ears read. “You’re so shameless, hyung!” But not even a second later, he replies with an “Of course we did! ”
Jimin and Taehyung burst out laughing yet again from the back of the room. “I can’t believe Seokjin hyung is missing out on this top tier entertainment.”
“Can we kiss? Like right now” Yoongi has the decency to blush this time and the boy smiles happily, face still pink before responding.
“Of course! We can kiss all you want.” He takes Yoongi’s cheeks in hands and leans in. Yoongi malfunctions a bit before focusing his attention onto the mole on the boy’s pretty lips and closes the distance.
Yoongi pulls back immediately after a second. “Wait! You still haven’t told me your name?”
The boy grins, face flushed. “Hoseok. Jung Hoseok.”
“Hoseok.” Yoongi says, feeling how the name sounds in his mouth. “My Hoseok.”
“Yours.” Hoseok leans in again meshes their lips together again. They kiss slow and steady, Yoongi practically luxuriating in it. Hoseok’s lips are soft, warm and feel so right and Yoongi curls his good arm around Hoseok’s forearms.
"God, you're beautiful," Yoongi gasps, his voice hoarse and low, he turns Hoseok’s forearm to kiss at his wrist. He’s too busy admiring Hoseok’s glossy lips that he doesn’t notice Hoseok pulling him in for another kiss. This time the kiss is the exact opposite of the first one.
The kiss builds until it’s wet and sloppy. When Hoseok’s tongue curls into his mouth, he groans and loses himself. He can feel Hoseok smile into the kiss. Pretty lil shit. He retaliates by biting and sucking Hoseok’s lip and the result is phenomenal because Hoseok lets out these soft noises and Yoongi is done for. Mine , he thinks, moving closer trying to deepen the kiss.
Suddenly pain twinges in Yoongi’s shoulder and he hisses out a breath, breaking the kiss. Hoseok pulls back and freezes at once, eyes blown wide with worry. “Shit, hyung, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get carried away.”
“It’s okay, I’m okay.” Yoongi has this dreamy look in his eyes and they both smile at each other, fond. Hoseok smiles and Yoongi’s heart feels full, everything between them feels so intimate and familiar.
“You guys are disgusting.”
Yoongi looks over to see both Taehyung and Jimin walking over, putting their phones away. “Visiting hours will be over soon. We’re gonna have to go. Glad you’re still as gay as ever, Yoongi hyung.”
Hoseok looks back at him softly before leaning down and pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s forehead. “Here. Before I forget, I brought you your Switch and a pair of pajamas. The doctor said you’ll be released tomorrow morning.” He shows Yoongi the bag before setting it down on the table next to his bed. He leans back down to give Yoongi one final kiss, soft and lingering. “I have to go. Don’t get into trouble, take your pain meds and make sure you eat. We’ll be back tomorrow to pick you up. I love you.”
Yoongi sighs, everything is still fuzzy but he knows for sure he loves the boy in front him. “I promise, I will. I love you too.”
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“Why did you have to wear platform shoes to the Awards? Now everyone thinks you’re like a whole foot taller than me.” Yoongi whines, plopping down on his couch with a huff.
Hoseok, busy cleaning up the leftovers from their take out, doesn’t look back from his spot in the kitchen. Instead he replies cheekily, “That’s because I am.” They ordered too much takeout for dinner and they’re left with too much leftovers. He brings out another tupperware box from Yoongi’s cabinet to fill it up with food.
“Three centimeters is not a foot, Seokseok. Besides, you need to stop flirting with me on live television!” Yoongi says groaning and picking at the loose thread on his sweatpants. He pouts when Hoseok doesn’t reply immediately and grabs the remote to turn on the tv and flick through movies on netflix. He can hear the clinking of the tupperware and the sound of the refrigerator opening.
When Hoseok speaks again, his voice is much closer. “It is in your case because you're so small and cute, kitten.” Yoongi tips his head back onto the couch cushion and stares at the ceiling before closing his eyes. A shiver racks through his body at the nickname, his cheeks flush with warmth. Hoseok is so embarrassing sometimes.
Grumbling, Yoongi crosses his arms keeping his eyes closed. “You’re terrible. Why do I even like you? Where is the respect.” His ears perk up at the shuffling of feet coming closer.
He hears a high-pitched giggle and opens his eyes to find an upside down Hoseok staring down at him. “Okay, kitten hyung. We’re well past the ‘liking’ phase, we’re practically married.” Hoseok moves Yoongi’s hair out of his face and plays with the strands.
"I hate you and I want to break up," Yoongi intones. “And that's not what you said in the hospital a couple months ago. You said we aren’t married.” He can feel the press of Hoseok’s lips against his forehead, warm and grounding. If Hoseok thinks a couple of kisses will make him feel better, then he thought wrong. Yoongi pouts even more for dramatics as Hoseok walks around and sits down beside Yoongi on the couch.
“You’re so cute even when you’re jealous of yourself, you know that?” Hoseok laughs, throwing his head back. He’s beautiful. “Besides I said YET . We’re not married yet because you still haven’t given me a ring.” Hoseok waves his left hand in Yoongi’s face with a smile so bright. “I’m waiting.”
Yoongi doesn’t dignify that with a response and instead moves closer to press their lips together. Hoseok grips onto Yoongi’s shirt, loosely but the angle is weird and both of them keep fidgeting. It takes Hoseok by surprise when Yoongi climbs into his lap but then he wraps his hand around Yoongi’s waist and pulls him impossibly close. Once they’re both settled, Hoseok has a goofy grin on his face and mutters, “Oh, hello.”
“Hush,” Yoongi replies before leaning in for a kiss. Hoseok hums when Yoongi digs his now grown nails into the nape of Hoseok’s neck before sighing into the elder’s mouth. They kiss slow and lazy without a care in the world. Yoongi’s fingers slowly card through Hoseok’s hair, he accidentally pulls his soft strands roughly and Hoseok sighs into the kiss, sweet and happy.
They pull back some indeterminate time later and make their way into Yoongi’s bedroom. Hoseok stalks off into the bathroom to do his nighttime routine and Yoongi follows behind him. They brush together standing side by side with Hoseok trying to pepper Yoongi with wet kisses and ultimately succeeding. Yoongi shoves him off, laughing while trying to rinse his mouth and face. Afterward, Yoongi gets into bed first, leaving Hoseok to finish his ten step skincare routine. (Yes, Hoseok brought a toiletries bag for the night).
Hoseok stumbles out of the bathroom moments later, face glowing from all the product and climbs into the bed and lays on top of Yoongi’s chest. “Did it hurt, hyung?” He asks, rocking their bodies side by side on the bed.
Yoongi rolls his eyes playfully, already knowing what’s coming. “When I fell from heaven?” He combs through Hoseok's soft, silky hair with his fingers.
“Nope.” Hoseok lifts his head, smiling cheekily and sets his chin on Yoongi’s chest. “Did it hurt when you fell for me?” Hoseok attempts to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively but instead he just looks like a dork and Yoongi bursts out laughing.
“C’mere, you lil shit.” At that Hoseok lifts himself up, rising on his hands and knees above Yoongi. He doesn’t fall back down on Yoongi, knowing full well that his shoulder is still healing. Instead, Hoseok hovers over him, his beautiful black locks falling onto his face while he breaks into a soft smile. Yoongi can’t stop his heart from thudding against his ribs.
He’s so beautiful. Hoseok’s eyes are blown wide, so bright, glowing in the room’s light and Yoongi can’t get enough. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his heart but Hoseok smiles, soft and sweet, a smile only reserved for Yoongi. He tugs at the collar of Hoseok’s pajamas impatiently, the soft satin feeling smooth on his finger. Hoseok gasps, pressing his hips down onto Yoongi’s while bracketing Yoongi’s chest with his forearms and holding himself up. Yoongi marvels at how sweet and careful Hoseok is, his heart squeezes.
“You can’t have pressure on your shoulder, you dork. Stop being difficult.” Hoseok huffs a whine onto Yoongi’s lips before closing the distance. They exchange sweet pecks back and forth until Hoseok convinces Yoongi to sit up against the headboard. Immediately Hoseok wiggles onto his lap, tilting his head to catch Yoongi’s mouth again.
Yoongi wraps his arms around Hoseok’s waist loosely. Hoseok on the other hand, takes his face into his hands to pepper light kisses across Yoongi’s warm cheeks, the tip of his nose, his freshly shaven chin and even his eyes. He huffs a laugh making Hoseok pull back and giggle.
After deeming his face, especially his cheeks thoroughly kissed, Hoseok draws Yoongi closer, tipping his face up and finally kissing his lips. His tongue swipes over Yoongi's bottom lip, warm and wet and Yoongi breath hitches as he lets Hoseok in slowly.
They kiss sweet, slow and lazy savoring every moment. Hoseok rolls his hips down languidly against Yoongi’s every so often with short gasps and shudders. Yoongi feels warm all over, his whole body vibrating. After a moment, Hoseok pulls back but Yoongi chases after him, drawing him back in with one hand wrapped tightly around his waist, almost possessive and the other on Hoseok’s back.
Hoseok moans when he feels Yoongi rolling his hips up in shallow little thrusts against his ass. He moves his hands from Yoongi’s face and moves back to grip his hair. Yoongi groans at that familiar feeling. It’s so good. Yoongi’s lips drift down to Hoseok’s neck and he drags his tongue up Hoseok’s throat before sucking a sloppy bruise. "That's good," he hears Hoseok whisper and he digs his nails into Hoseok's skin. He can practically feel Hoseok shivering in his lap trying not to laugh at the soft kisses Yoongi’s peppering on his neck. Yoongi makes his way up back to Hoseok’s lips and Hoseok laughs against his lips, pressing their foreheads together.
Yoongi just stares at Hoseok, eyes hooded, calculating his every move, their ragged breathing nearly drowning out the intensity of Yoongi’s pounding heart. Hoseok’s lips are pink and spit-slick, and Yoongi wants to just kiss him again. Yoongi licks his lips, he wants to just take Hoseok apart and feel him inside himself and himself inside him. It’s been far too long and—
“No.” Hoseok’s voice rings out into the silence, commanding. Yoongi startles and comes out of his thoughts.
“I didn’t even say anything.” Yoongi whines and kicks his leg up making Hoseok tumble forward onto his chest.
“You didn’t even have to. You have that ‘ I wanna fuck’ look on your face so, no.” Hoseok moves to get up off Yoongi’s lap making Yoongi whine even more.
“C’mon, Seokseok! It’s been months! This surgery gave me the worst case of blue balls.” Yoongi slides down onto the bed and lies flat, much like he’s making a snow angel and stares up into the ceiling grumbling.
“Nope. But if you're good I’ll blow you tomorrow morning.” Hoseok ignores Yoongi’s protests and bends down to give him a kiss before he goes off to grab his phone from his bag next to Yoongi’s dresser. “Anyway, I made a list of funny youtube videos to watch. And I think Jungkook saved some new anime shows to your list on your Crunchyroll account. I’m pretty sure he figured out your password by now.” Hoseok chuckles, grabbing Yoongi’s macbook from where it is on the dresser.
Yoongi lifts head up from the bed, eyebrow’s furrowed. What the fuck . He looks at Hoseok as if he’s trying to read him to see if he has a hidden agenda but Hoseok just looks happy and content, like he’s happy to be with Yoongi and spend time with him. Hoseok is just so good , always wanting and willing to make others happy without a care in the world.
God, he loves him so much.
Yoongi waits till Hoseok crawls back under the sheets before pulling him into a deep kiss.
“Thank you for taking care of me. The fact that you went out of your way to still help is just-- I just really appreciate it Hoba.” Yoongi mutters between kisses.
“I missed you so much, Yoongi hyung. You’re the strongest person I know.” Hoseok whispers, pulling back from a kiss, his eyes look a bit sad. “You’ve taken care of me for about 10 years now. Even in the beginning when things were rough for you, you were always there for me. Now, I want to be there for my favorite person just the way he has been for me all these years. It’s been so hard not having you around.”
“I love you,” Yoongi whispers into Hoseok’s ear. “Even when you embarrass me and call me cute in front of everyone.” Hoseok giggles at that, the sadness from earlier seemingly gone.
“I don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t have you by my side all these years, hyung. Now I get to take care of you and make you blush as I shower you with endless jokes and affection! I love you so much.” Hoseok replies, dimples popping out while he opens up Yoongi’s macbook and connects it to the tv in Yoongi’s room.
Soon they decide on a show and Hoseok snuggles up to Yoongi after putting a little too many pillows under his shoulder and head. It’s been months and his shoulder is a lot better but Hoseok can never be too careful. Yoongi pulls him closer, snaking his arms around the younger’s waist until their bodies are side by side. He lays his head down on Hoseok’s shoulder and tangles their fingers together. Hoseok brushes his lips over Yoongi's forehead, and Yoongi brings their intertwined hands up to kiss Hoseok’s hand.
Tomorrow they’ll be busy again with more award shows, more practice and more work, work, work. Hoseok will be busy trying to make sure their performances are in sync and Yoongi will go to his PT appointment before joining the boys. The days ahead will be busy and full but tonight it’s just about them.