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To say that Yoongi loves Jung Hoseok is an understatement.
In fact, Yoongi refutes the statement so often the maknaes make a slideshow on them. It was terrible, the presentation disorganized and the boys shouting over each other. And what the hell, why do they have so many pictures of him and Hoseok holding hands? How did they even take any of these? The rage born that day festers in Yoongi and raises his blood pressure often, but Hoseok had smiled then. He cried tears of laughter the whole presentation and Yoongi marveled at the glow of his smile. Though he’ll never admit it out loud, it’s true that Yoongi loves Hoseok more than love itself.
But his adoration towards the younger man does come with a fatal flaw. Rose-colored lens blind him and reshape his vision into a heart-shaped tunnel of gold and pink. It convinces him that Hoseok is the only light in the darkness of this cruel, miserable world. Why should Yoongi ever lift his gaze from this gorgeous being who radiates hope and life? Who could ever compare with the beauty and loveliness of Jung Hoseok?
Not that anyone would try, who would be stupid enough to try? But it becomes a gross affectionate display, sometimes too much tongue, too much touch. It's accompanied by an unwilling audience too tired with this repeating show. And unfortunately, it seemed everything they tried to staunch Yoongi’s affection failed. Of course it would, how stupid could they be to try to stop the moon and sun's love for one another? They should have known it the moment the moon and sun fell in love, whey created their eclipse of eternal passion.
Hoseok thinks it’s cute. He loves what Yoongi becomes when they’re together. He enjoys the neediness that Yoongi never demonstrates with anyone else. It could be cute, except that he doesn’t see what encouraging that clinginess evolves into when he’s not in the room. In the shadow of the eclipse they created, a needy Yoongi is one hell of a heart-eyed beast.
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내 고윤기 <3
hobi-ya
answer me
홉아 내 태양
hai yoongi hyung ^__^
내 고윤기 <3
when are you getting here
it’s been 30 minutes
홉아 내 태양
ㅋㅋㅋ
u miss me that much hyung?
내 고윤기 <3
yes
i’m bored and i want you
홉아 내 태양
ㅎㅎ wait a little longer for me
jiminie n i are coming back from the store with the drinks now~~
i’ll b with u again before u know it :D
내 고윤기 <3
drive safe
홉아 내 태양
we will~~~ don’t worry too much!!
With a scowl, Yoongi shuts his phone off and slumps against the sofa. “He’s a brat,” he grouses, “he teases me too much and I’ve had it.” No one is in the room with him, but he gets an answer anyway.
“Can you shut the fuck up?” Seokjin says from the kitchen. “Do I not tell you enough how being lovestruck makes you so much more of a brat?”
“You say that as if Jimin fake-proposing to Namjoon with a Ring Pop and not to you the other week didn’t make you flip your lid.” Yoongi almost regrets saying that, because there’s a pause and then --
“Excuse me?” Seokjin sticks his head out from the threshold of the kitchen, a brow raised. “I am in my legal right to flip lids, thank you very much. I already have our wedding planned out to every single detail! I deserve a Blue Raspberry Ring Pop proposal as much as Namjoon does.”
“Jin-hyung,” comes Namjoon’s embarrassed voice further inside the kitchen. “We did give you the Cherry Ring Pop too.” Damage control.
Seokjin turns his head at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice and his face morphs into a look of fondness. It worked. “Aw, don’t worry my Namjoonie, I’m not actually mad,” he says smiling. “The rings I plan to get for you and Jiminie will be sweeter than any kind of sugar.”
Blech. Yoongi mimics vomiting, to which Seokjin’s head spins to glare at him. “Thin ice, Yoongi-ya,” he says, a threat lacing his words. Yoongi rolls his eyes and his cringe hyung returns to the kitchen to make kissy noises at his boyfriend. Gross.
He opens his phone again to review the messages between him and Hoseok and checks the timestamp. It has only been a minute since the last message, and it makes him frown. Has time ever moved this slow? Yoongi can hear Hoseok’s voice in his head, smiling and bright. You’re so impatient, hyung, you know I’ll always return to you no matter how long it takes. It’s a promise Hoseok has never broken, but waiting around is such tedious work.
“At this rate, Yoongi-hyung is gonna start counting the seconds until Hoseok-hyung arrives.” Jungkook takes a seat on the other part of the L-shaped sofa, legs folding underneath his body. “How many has it been, hyung? 13 seconds?”
“It’s a miracle that he hasn’t downloaded a tracker app to stalk Hobi-hyung’s location yet,” Taehyung snorts. Entering from the kitchen, he sits down on the couch and slides Jungkook into his lap. Jungkook giggles as the older boy wraps his arms around his midsection and kisses the side of his head. Ah, young love.
“I should,” Yoongi muses, thumbing the home screen button. His phone has fallen asleep and auto-locked. “It’s a fantastic idea and it will give me some peace of mind.”
“It will also make you seem more of a freak then you already are, hyung,” Jungkook adds. His voice is pleasant, yet irritates Yoongi with his usage of the honorific. “Does Hoseok-hyung know how crazy you are when he’s not with you?”
“Shut up,” Yoongi grumbles, and opens his phone. As if it were destiny, his phone dings notifying him of a message from the man in question. It’s a selca of Hoseok smiling wide in the passenger seat. Jimin is in the background with his hands on the wheel, mouth open mid conversation. Even in this dark, pixelated image, Hoseok shines bright and lights up the world around him.
홉아 내 태양
be there in 10 min ^o^
plz wait for me a little longer my moonlight~~
It brings a smile to his face. As Yoongi types back his response, he can hear the other two laughing and cracking jokes at him. But all that matters in this moment is how sweet it feels to bask in the warmth of the sun’s love.
내 고윤기 <3
of course my sunshine
홉아 내 태양
<3 <3 <3
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It has been 12 minutes since Hoseok texted him and Yoongi’s fingers are crackling and buzzing. At 9 minutes and 36 seconds, his foot began to tap against the floor and he glanced at the door every couple of seconds. Yes, he said he would wait longer but he was hoping to have to wait only 10 minutes, or even less. His patience doesn’t really last that long.
“Hyung, deep breaths,” Taehyung says, amusement in his voice. “You’re going to be okay.”
“Shut up,” Yoongi snaps back. He hears a muffled snort from Jungkook, whose face has made a home in Taehyung’s neck. “I’m fine, I’m perfect, I’m healthy, I’m not obsessing, I’m not worrying, and I am breathing at a normal rate.” (He’s actually not, he feels like the warmth of the sun is melting off his body and he’s disliking it very much.)
Jungkook giggles. “Yoongi-hyung be like, ‘I love Hoseok a normal amount’, and then vibrate at a frequency that can shatter glass."
“Taehyung, control your boyfriend,” Yoongi says, crossing his arms and huffing. Jungkook is right, but he’s not going to let the brat know. “He’s forgetting how to respect his elders.”
“Sure, hyung,” Taehyung replies before crooning at his boyfriend. “Jungkookie~ did you hear that? You have to behave and be respectful to your hyungs. Don’t you want to be a good boy for hyung?” And Lord, does Yoongi want to shoot himself in the head.
“Yes, Taehyungie-hyung,” Jungkook simpers back looking up at Taehyung, voice airy and sweet. “I’ll be so good for you, hyungie, I’ll be the bestest boy.” Taehyung hums and presses a kiss to the younger boy’s forehead.
“Very good, you’ll get a treat later if you behave then.”
“Can you guys stop engaging in Jungkook’s praise kink in my living room, I am uncomfortable,” Seokjin says. He enters from the kitchen and sits between Yoongi and the maknaes. Namjoon trails after, holding back a laugh. “Jungkook and Taehyung are the reason why I, as a gay person, am homophobic.” Namjoon fails to hold his laughter then, collapsing on the couch beside Seokjin. It does bring a remnant of a grin to Yoongi’s lips through his half-mock irritation.
“Oh so you can hump Namjoon on the counter, but I can’t tell Jungkook to be a good boy on your couch, I see how it is.”
“Exactly, it’s because I despise you both.”
At that moment, there’s a knock on the door and Yoongi’s heart swells and jumps up into his throat. Jin stands and walks over to unlock the door, complaining about his back but Yoongi pays it no mind. The light of his life, his sunshine, his Hoseokie is here. (And Jimin too, but Yoongi’s heart doesn’t jump the same way for him like Jin and Namjoon’s do.)
“We’re here and we have alcohol!” Jimin announces as he steps into the room, raising the plastic bags he has in his hands and smiles. Taehyung and Jungkook cheer and rush over to take the bags into the kitchen. Yoongi stands too, but for a different reason.
When the sun does enter, it’s as if the room burst into golden light, warm and glowing. Hoseok stands before him like he always does, but so blinding, his eyes shining like amber. He’s so beautiful that Yoongi is almost afraid he’s nothing more than an illusion.
“Hope-ah,” he says, soft, quiet, and Hoseok smiles at him, sweet, shining.
“Yoongi-yah,” he responds. “You waited for me.” Hoseok looks so proud, so fond.
“Of course I would,” Yoongi says, voice dropping into a mumble and averting his eyes. Why is he so shy again? “You took so long, but I would wait as long as the moon does on the coldest winter nights to reunite with the sun again.” Hoseok beams and Yoongi’s heart swells so much he feels like he might burst.
“Wow,” Jin says, his dry voice interrupting the moment. “It’s amazing to watch Yoongi wax both poetry and lies at the same time, he is so talented in multitasking.”
“You’re such a killjoy, Jin-hyung, that was actually so sweet and cute,” Jungkook says. He stands in the kitchen threshold and takes a sip from the bottle of soju in his hand, frowning at Seokjin. “How do you cry over dating both Jimin and Namjoon-hyung and then not realize how cringe you are about them?”
“Yah, would it kill you to use honorifics for me?” Jimin grumbles from in the kitchen. “Brat.”
“It's simple! It's because I'm better than everyone else and I can be cringe without consequences." Seokjin winks and beams, pulling Namjoon close to him by his waist. Namjoon's pink flush pink, both Jungkook and Yoongi roll their eyes, and Hoseok bursts out into laughter.
“Okay Jin-hyung, keep lying to yourself,” Hoseok says. “And move out of the way while you’re at it, I’m gonna put the soju in the kitchen.” Jin wrinkles his nose at him, but he and Namjoon move out of the way to reclaim their spots on the couch. Hoseok smiles at Yoongi, tilting his head towards the kitchen as if to say follow me. So Yoongi follows, pulled by the gravitation.
“Don’t fuck in my kitchen, please, for the love of God, Yoongi,” he somewhat registers Seokjin's voice. He thinks Taehyung snickers at him as he passes by, but he pays it no mind because nothing else in the world matters right now. The stripe of skin on the nape of Hoseok’s neck is tantalizing, tanned golden and glowing. Hoseok needs all his attention right now.
“Help me put the extras in the fridge?” Hoseok says, still smiling, eyes still glittering. Who is he to turn down this celestial being? Yoongi hums, taking the other bag in Hoseok’s hand, and begins unpacking the bottles from the box.
“You didn’t suffer from missing me too much, did you?” Hoseok says, opening the fridge door and arranging the bottles as he puts them inside. “I know I made you wait a little longer.”
Yoongi shrugs. “Time is a small price to pay to be able to hold the sun again in my arms,” he says. He hands Hoseok the soju, bottle by bottle. To be honest, he was suffering. To be the cold rock of silver moon away from that warmth for so long, to feel like nothing without that warm glow. But Hoseok doesn’t need to know that he was in pain, he doesn’t want to worry him.
Hoseok hums. “Well, you can have me all to yourself now,” he responds, shutting the fridge door and turning to grin at him. That smile, the only one that paints him with pinks and oranges of pleasure and joy, tracing him with gold. Yoongi feels so warm, his insides melting from Hoseok’s smile.
Taking his hand, Hoseok pulls them up from the kitchen floor and towards the living room to rejoin the group. They’ve both got soju in hand, but Yoongi forgets when Hoseok pulls him into his body, burning him from only touch. In a second, Yoongi has slid into Hoseok’s lap perched on his thighs; here he is, the moon grasped and tangled in the sun’s rays. Has Hoseok always looked so beautiful, sunny and shining, his smiling mouth the shape of a heart? Yoongi wants to lean down and kiss him, cupping Hoseok’s jaw and --
“Good god, you people are gay,” Seokjin remarks yet again, causing everyone around them to laugh. “Homosexuals, in my home.”
“You exist like that, and you’re calling out me and Hobi for being gay people,” Yoongi retorts, his eyes still on Hoseok. (“True!” Jimin says, and Namjoon makes a face of agreement while drinking from his bottle.) The sun beams at him, and Yoongi feels like he could melt in Hoseok’s palms. His skin is so hot, almost scorching underneath Yoongi’s fingers.
“I’m calling you out for being gay because you’re making heart eyes at your boyfriend while fighting with me. This is true love at its finest.”
“Once again hyung, how can you lack so much self-awareness?” Jungkook says. “You are at least ten times the gay having two fiancés, and yet bullying Yoongi-hyung for being in love.” Taehyung laughs, his arm tight around Jungkook’s waist.
Namjoon looks at Jimin. "Fiancés?" He questions. "When did we get proposed to? Or propose at all?"
Jimin hums as he takes a sip from his soju. "The Ring Pops," he says voice plain and simple, and Namjoon goes ah.
Seokjin scoffs. “Fine, I will bully you for being in love with Taehyung instead.” And so the three start bickering, Namjoon and Jimin nestled on either side of Seokjin.
And the sun and moon still tangle, pressed into each other as if they could merge if they tried hard enough. He could live in the glow forever, basking in Hoseok’s warm touch, painted hues of gold and orange and pink and yellow. His hands are still cupping Hoseok’s face, their lips so close together.
“You’re so beautiful, my little moon,” the sun whispers to him, his eyes gazing upon him fond and sweet. His hands slide up Yoongi’s body, and pause at the perfect parts, stabilizing him and warming him only by touch. “So gorgeous, so lovely.”
“I could say the same for you, my sunshine,” Yoongi murmurs back. “Without you, I am nothing, because the moon needs the light of the sun to shine upon its face to be able to function.” Hoseok hums, his thumbs rubbing Yoongi’s skin and it burns so sweet, so wonderful he could die happy.
“Then I’m so glad that I have the privilege to gaze upon your sweet silver face to make you glow like this,” Hoseok replies. “Do you know how much the sun loves the moon, Yoongi-yah?”
The moon smiles. “It would be too much of an understatement if I were to ever try to voice how much it does,” he says. The sun laughs, a beautiful sound with a lovely melody and bright warm tones. “I can try to show you though.”
Hoseok raises his eyebrows. “Oh, do show, I’d love to see it.” So Yoongi leans down to let the moon meet the sun, and by the stars, do they marvel at the eclipse they’ve created this time.
(“Please don’t desecrate my couch, good fucking god.”
“As if we haven’t already done it hundreds of times, Jin-hyungie.”
“...Jimin.”
“He’s right, hyung.”
“Fuck you guys, we’re not getting married anymore.”)