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The way Min Yoongi stares at Jung Hoseok can't be described as anything other than intimate frustration. His dark eyes follow his movements like a kitten obsessed with a new toy, only less like it might attack and more like it doesn't know what to do with itself. His friends don't bother ignoring it.
"So, are you guys having a problem, or?" Inquires Taehyung. He's busy cuddling Yeontan in his lap.
Yoongi revolts as he’s pulled from whatever weird headspace he was in only moments ago. Instantly replying, but not with much credibility: "What? No, what gave you that idea?"
Taehyung draws up his perfect eyebrows. Even Yeontan seems to stare at him judgmentally. Like owner, like dog, Yoongi thinks. It’s a little creepy. But then it’s probably the same with him and Holly.
"You mean you're looking at him like you want to hate fuck him for no reason?" Taehyung goes on.
Yoongi notices his face has been on intense anger mode for what was probably the last half hour. Has he been staring at Jung Hoseok for half an hour? He smoothes out his expression completely and looks Taehyung directly in his eyes with the blankest look he can muster and says, "Like what?" He can’t pretend. But he sure as hell can try, just for his own dignity’s sake.
Taehyung giggles in response. Yeontan barks. Yoongi flinches.
"Nothing, hyung,” Taehyung says, eyes amused. “By all means continue. Though I think-"
He gets interrupted by the object of Yoongi’s most recent stare session rudely, screeching "Who's my favorite puppy?!" loudly as Jung Hoseok simultaneously sweeps Yeontan out of Taehyung's lap into his arms and enthusiastically coos. Yoongi wants to die, metaphorically. He wants to reenact the most dramatic death scene he can remember from the improvised theater performances during his middle school years and he wants to be applauded for the amount of discrepancy he deals with everyday. His favorite dongsaeng is too adorable. But then, and Yoongi knows it's coming, like it came every time before when Taehyung had brought over his pet, and he can only watch with horrified disgust as Hoseok let's Yeontan lick all over his mouth. And then goes in to kiss Yoongi.
Yoongi has, in response, shoved himself a little more flush up against the wall behind the bench he was previously comfortably seated on to avoid his boyfriend. "No, no way. Wash your mouth first."
Hoseok pouts. He pouts. Taehyung looks offended.
"Aww, hyung, come on," he begs.
"Yeah, Yeontan is my baby, hyung, are you saying he's nasty?" Taehyung smiles ominously.
"I can't believe you condone this, Taehyung. And we’ve been over this before, Jung Hoseok. Don’t you dare.”
Hoseok makes kissy noises.
"No. Absolutely not." He turns away his head,
“Aw, cmon, hyung, gimme a smoochy smooch.”
Yoongi’s face probably states extreme constipation and incredulous realization. He’d let this man do so many fucking things. Hell, he has already. Yoongi is but a simple man and his desires are too. His limits, however, muddled they might have been regarding those things precisely because of his disregard surrounding the gray areas of life because of Jung Hoseok, have become blatantly clear this last month.
“I will do no such thing.”
I am so in love with this man, he thinks once again. But what the fuck.
“Oh, the face of,” Taehyung switches to a lower voice, “something happened that went way past my Min Yoongi approves-o’meter,” He picks up his normal voice again, “has increased. Is this what you’ve been thinking about the past weeks? I thought you were just very angry about how in love with him you are,” Taehyung says.
Yoongi’s face heats up.
“Is that what you call ‘the face’?” Hoseok asks, genuinely interested. Finally he wipes his mouth with the back of his sweater paw and Yoongi feels immense relief at the bare minimum and can again, not stop thinking about how cute this man is. He tries not to squirm. Hoseok smirks at him. Yoongi wants to kiss it off of him, but only after he’s sure his mouth is clean.
“My face is fine, stop talking about my face,” he says.
“Be flattered, hyung. You’re just cute,” his boyfriend says.
He struggles with himself a moment as he realises he’s unable to hold back the absolute truth he’s been living by he mutters, “...So are you.”
“Whipped,” Taehyung says.
“I’ll go brush my teeth, hyung.” Fuck his smile is brighter than the goddamn sun like he even radiates pure light out of his eyes, Yoongi thinks. He resists the urge to squint.
“Good. Thank you.” He breathes easier.
“Always.” Hoseok winks and walks away.
Yoongi slouches into his seat as the threat recedes.
“That was a close one, hyung,” Taehyung says, smiling.
“Shut up. You need to brush your dog’s teeth.”
“His dental heath is perfectly fine, thank you. Be glad it was Tannie, I’ve heard Mickey’s favorite activity is to lick her own ass clean.”
“First of all ew, but isn't that every dog’s favourite?”
“Ultimately, probably.”
“You talk like they have secret ulterior motives we'll never know about,” Yoongi says. Then, “There should be bidets for dogs.”
Taehyung laughs. “Poor Holly. I really don't understand how you're a certified dog owner, hyung.”
“Ah yes, Min Yoongi, traumatising dogs since 1993 with his revolutionary ideas,” he answers.
“You’d do well to apologise to Tannie over here, hyung. I think he feels hurt.”
“The only thing that feels hurt is Jung Hoseok’s ego, probably.”
“Don’t blame him, he loves you a lot, hyung.”
“I know. I’ll make out with him later.”
“When he’s brushed his teeth.”
“When he’s brushed his teeth.”
xxxx
The following morning Yoongi awakes in his bed along with his boyfriend. Both very relaxed seeing as their schedules are particularly lenient for the next couple of days and they don’t immediately have to get out of bed. Yoongi turns over in Hoseok’s tan arms and sees his eyes on his, Hoseok's hold tightening around Yoongi now that he’s aware his boyfriend is awake.
“Good morning, hyung,” Hoseok smiles lovingly.
“Good morning.” Yoongi smiles back at him. Squints his eyes a little bit while he looks at Hoseok's relaxed and happy face. “It’s too early for the sun to be this bright.”
“It’s because you’re cute, baby,” Hoseok gravelly compliments.
Yoongi holds eye contact and then leans in but Hoseok sneakily retreats and boops Yoongi's nose lightly.
“Not before you brush your teeth, hyung.”
Yoongi groans and lets himself sink back into the bed beside him, offended. “You asshole.”
“I’m serious! Don’t you know how many bacteria there are in your mouth? Especially in the morning, you know.”
Yoongi gapes. Then decides he’s not awake enough to argue. He closes his eyes and doesn’t move as he says, “Fine.”
He hears Hoseok snicker. Then feels the bed dip as Hoseok moves to hang over him. Yoongi lazily looks up.
“I was joking, hyung. Come here, I’ll let you kiss me even if we’re gross and unhygienic.”
Yoongi smiles. “Is that supposed to declare your love to me?”
“Yes.”
Yoongi kisses Hoseok. It’s a soft press of lips on lips early in the morning that makes Yoongi feel preciously loved. They break apart.
“I still won’t let you kiss me after Yeontan,” he clarifies.
Hoseok laughs.
“Alright, hyung.”