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Yoongi balances his phone on his shoulder as he punches the keycode to his and Hoseok’s apartment. He’s trying to balance his work bag, lunch box, and phone, but somewhere in between that and trying to enter the code; he ends up dropping his phone and lunch box.
He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and pinches the bridge of his nose.
It feels on par with how his night went.
At work, it seemed like everything that could go wrong did, the doctors wouldn’t listen to him about a crashing patient, and it all went downhill from there.
He’s glad he has a week off and will spend every moment with his boyfriend.
Hoseok’s on tour, but he just had the last show and will be home the following day. It’s the only thing that got Yoongi through the horrible shift.
“Hyung? Hyung?”
Yoongi picks the phone off the ground and sets his bag down so he can properly open the door. “I’m here, love,” he murmurs. “Sorry—dropped the phone.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” Hoseok breathes and then starts diving into the story he was telling.
Yoongi hums along, but he’s only half listening. Hoseok’s telling him about how the show went, and as much as he loves him, he doesn’t have the energy to contribute to the conversation. But Hoseok’s voice is all he needs.
“That’s great, Hobah,” he offers softly as he walks inside. “I’m glad everything went well.”
Yoongi means it, and although his energy is low, Hoseok can tell.
“Are you okay?” Hoseok asks quietly. Yoongi hums. “You seem quiet, is all.”
“S’all good. Just tired.”
Hoseok hesitates but doesn’t have long to dwell on the response because Yoongi asks some more questions, like what songs he performed and how big the crowd was, which starts the conversation again.
Yoongi listens closely, humming every so often as he changes and gets ready for bed. It’s the same routine they’ve had for months since Hoseok’s been on tour.
The idol ensures he’s free whenever Yoongi gets home from work in the morning, and they talk until Yoongi falls asleep. It’s nice, a way of keeping close while so far apart. Although, Hoseok’s missed the calls a few times this week—Yoongi’s rationed it as being okay because he’ll be home this week, just in time for their anniversary.
The end of the tour is always the busiest; they both know that. And it’s okay because he’ll be home soon.
Yoongi has big plans and spent a few days organizing everything they’ll do for their anniversary.
He wants a simple dinner at home, but a perfect one—with him driving all the way across town to find Hoseok’s favorite meat, going to a handful of stores until they can find the best candles, and even calling his eomma to learn how to make his favorite dessert, just the way he likes.
It’ll be the perfect anniversary, with a quiet night in, and that’s all Yoongi’s been looking forward to.
Yoongi sets his phone on the bathroom counter and lets Hoseok know he’s going to shower fast but then he’ll be back. The younger stays on the line until he’s done, working on some lyrics as a pastime.
The way they met is a bit unique, and one of them being an idol can be challenging, but neither of them would change anything about their relationship for the world.
Yoongi’s a nurse who volunteered to work for the medical team at a festival that Hoseok was headlining; the rest is etched into history.
“I’m back, baby,” Yoongi calls out while drying his hair.
He can hear Hoseok’s smile through the phone as he says, “I missed you.”
“I miss you.”
Hoseok chuckles. “I miss you too, darling.”
Yoongi could melt. He feels warm and fuzzy inside and out, comforted by Hoseok’s sweet words. He smiles but tries to stifle it as he huffs out a laugh.
“I love you,” he says quietly, smiling down at the picture of them as his background. “Can’t wait until you’re here tomorrow—gonna cuddle the shit out of you, never let you go.”
Usually, Hoseok would laugh and quickly tell Yoongi he loves him too, but he grows quiet too, and it has Yoongi on edge instantly.
“I love you too,” Hoseok replies, but then he trails off, and Yoongi knows something’s not right.
He walks into the bedroom and sits on the edge of the bed, bracing himself for something—he’s not even sure what.
“What’s wrong?”
“About our anniversary—coming home tomorrow,” he tries carefully, but Yoongi crumbles instantly.
He groans and throws himself back on the bed. “What about it?” he asks, voice flat.
“I can’t—they want me to stay longer, shoot some footage.”
“And you agreed?”
“Baby, it’s not that simple—”
Yoongi lets out a bitter laugh and shakes his head, frustrated tears springing to his eyes. “But it is. You’re blowing me off for work—again.”
Hoseok flinches and immediately starts protesting. “No, no. It’s not like that—”
“Stop.”
Hoseok goes quiet, and Yoongi doesn’t know what to say either. The conversation got away from them so fast.
Yoongi snaps, “How else would it be?” He takes a deep breath before continuing, “Hobah, I’ve been more than understanding,” Yoongi clarifies. “I know your job isn’t normal, I know it’s demanding, but that doesn’t mean it gets to come before me.”
Hoseok can’t help but scoff, and Yoongi’s blood starts to boil. “When have I ignored you for work?”
“You’ve missed our calls three times this week,” Yoongi says simply and tries his best not to sniffle, but he wipes his eyes. “you came home late from the last tour, too, and when you are home, it feels like you’re always at the studio and finding some excuse to work.” Yoongi sits up, breathing heavily by now, a steady stream of tears falling from his eyes. He can’t help but sniffle now. “I don’t know if it’s on purpose or you don’t realize you’re doing it, but—” he cuts himself off and takes a deep breath before continuing, “I know what I agreed to when we got together, but this is ridiculous. I-I don’t know if I can do this anymore.”
Hoseok gasps, and then his voice is small as he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me you felt this way?”
“I kept thinking it would get better by our anniversary,” Yoongi tells him, and it’s bitter in a way that Hoseok’s never heard from Yoongi before. “That if we could just get through our anniversary—it would be okay.” A silence falls over them, but before Hoseok can say anything, Yoongi finishes, “But something’s clearly changed on your end, and if you don’t want to come home, I wish you’d just say it.”
Yoongi’s words are spitting, angry, and he doesn’t give Hoseok a chance to say anything else before he hangs up and tosses his phone away from him. He lays on the bed again, loudly groaning and covering his face in his hands.
He’d been meaning to talk to Hoseok about it, really, but he thought that if they could just make it through their anniversary, they’d be alright.
But apparently, Hoseok has other plans.
It hurts deeply that Hoseok would even think it’s okay to miss their anniversary for his label's latest scheme.
Yoongi’s not one to make a big deal out of things, but this anniversary felt different. It felt like it represented something. It’s their third year together, but Yoongi’s not sure how many they’ll have together after this, and he hates that thought.
Hoseok’s everything to him—his sunshine, his battery after a long shift, and the most important person to him.
He doesn’t want to lose him, and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he does.
The world won’t know any different, his brain supplies, and it has him choking on a sob.
They haven’t gone public with their relationship, and Yoongi’s never minded, but to think about how obvious it would be that his world is shattered and how no one would know the difference to Hoseok if they broke up hurts.
Every little insecurity he’s ever had is working its way to the surface, and it hurts.
There’s probably a line of people waiting for Hoseok the second he shows interest, but Yoongi’s not sure he would want anybody else if Hoseok weren’t in his life.
Yoongi’s chest aches as he looks at the empty side of the bed and sees Hoseok’s undisturbed pillow and nightstand and how it’s been that way for months and probably will remain that way now.
He never goes to bed angry, but as Yoongi lays down and pulls the covers over his head, exhaustion takes over. He tries to fight it, but his eyes flutter shut, and he’s unable to open them again.
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Yoongi wakes up to the smell of garlic wafting through the apartment.
It throws him through a loop, to say the least.
Because what are the odds of someone breaking in only to cook dinner?
He suspects that it could be Seokjin and Taehyung coming to cheer him up after Hoseok explained that he’s not coming home. It makes sense.
Yoongi sighs as he sits up, lets the covers fall to the side as he stretches, and lets out a quiet groan. He rubs his eyes, gets up to walk to the bathroom, quickly washes his face, and brushes his teeth. He feels more like a human, ready to face whoever is waiting for him in the kitchen.
He realizes he probably should be more alarmed, but he can’t bring himself to care at the moment. Many friends have the code, and it’s probably one of them, anyway.
But when he turns the corner and sees Hoseok standing in the kitchen, humming softly to a song playing through the speakers as he stirs a pot on the stove, he stops in his tracks.
Hoseok turns around as he hears Yoongi’s footsteps and smiles as their eyes meet. Yoongi’s eyes well up with tears, and his hands start to shake.
He looks so beautiful, with his dark hair hidden under a beanie, slender limbs hidden by an oversized sweatshirt, and even the dark circles under his eyes.
Yoongi wants to take everything back.
“Wha—what are you—” He can’t find the words as he shakes his head and takes a step back, but he runs into the counter.
Hoseok takes a tentative step forward like he’s scared Yoongi will run away. He takes another step forward and then another until they’re inches apart, and Yoongi pulls him forward by the shirt into a tight embrace.
“I want to be home—you’re home,” Hoseok tells him, and Yoongi loses it.
He tries to stifle a sob, but Hoseok quickly shushes him and tells him it’s okay.
“I’m sorry—so sorry,” Yoongi pleads and shakes his head before burying it in Hoseok’s neck. “I-I didn’t mean anything I said. I love you.”
Hoseok pulls away, takes Yoongi’s face in his hands, and gently brushes the falling tears away with his thumbs. “I know, baby, I know. It’s okay.”
Yoongi shakes his head, frowning deeply. “It’s not okay. I shouldn’t have said those things.”
“But you were rightfully upset—”
“That’s not an excuse—”
Hoseok kisses Yoongi to keep him from arguing, knowing they’ll go back and forth for hours. The elder sighs into it and loses himself in the feeling. He cups Hoseok’s neck, pulls him forward, and deepens the kiss—but it’s not heated or rushed, just the two of them enjoying each other’s lips after a long time apart.
“I’m sorry,” Hoseok whispers as Yoongi pulls away and presses their foreheads together. “Everything you said was right.” Yoongi swallows thickly and goes to shake his head, but Hoseok continues before he can, “I need to prioritize you.”
Yoongi sucks in a breath, “But your work is important—"
“Not as important as you are to me.”
Yoongi’s bottom lip trembles as he smiles. “Tell me again.”
Hoseok throws his head back and laughs. He wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist, holds him close, and kisses his temple. “You’re the most important thing to me, hyung.” Yoongi hums and leans into Hoseok’s chest. “You wanna know what I told them when I left this morning?”
“Absolutely.”
“I told them I didn’t care what it took, but I needed to go home now. They tried to convince me to stay, to keep working, but I told them I was about to lose something very important to me, and if that happened, there wouldn’t be anything left of me to give.” Yoongi sucks in a breath of air as Hoseok smiles brightly. “They didn’t really have a choice after that.”
Yoongi embraces him, holds him tight, and buries his head in Hoseok’s neck, squeezing his waist.
“Thank you,” the elder whispers.
“You don’t have to thank me for anything—this is what I should have been doing in the first place,” Hoseok tells him, and it’s honest, vulnerable, and raw, in a way the two of them haven’t been in a little bit. “Everything you said was right. I just—I think I got too caught up in this album—”
“—as you should, it was beautiful.”
Hoseok snorts and shakes his head as he pets Yoongi’s hair and runs his fingers through it. “That’s because it was about you.”
Yoongi surges forward and catches Hoseok’s lips in a soft kiss. Their lips move together, and Yoongi wraps his arms around Hoseok’s neck and pulls him closer.
“I love you,” Hoseok whispers, pulling away to press a kiss to the elder’s forehead.
Yoongi doesn’t hesitate, “I love you too.” He smiles as Hoseok kisses his cheeks and whispers, “And I promise I’ll talk to you next time there’s an issue.”
“Thank you for that.” Hoseok sighs. “I can’t make it better if I don’t know what’s wrong.”
He pulls apart and walks back to the pot on the stove, and Yoongi hops up on the counter next to him. “It’s hard when you’re gone,” he admits quietly and reaches out, searching until he can lace his fingers with Hoseok’s free hand.
“I know it may not seem like it, but it’s hard being gone. I hate being away from you.” Yoongi blushes a little and tries to hide his smile as Hoseok walks over and stands between his legs. “I like waking up early, having breakfast waiting for you when you get home, working on music with you sleeping quietly next to me.”
Yoongi’s blush intensifies, and he hides his face in his hands. Hoseok can’t help but laugh as he pulls his boyfriend’s hands away from his face, brings them to his lips, and kisses them.
“I like that too,” Yoongi tells him. “It’s hard coming home to an empty place.”
Hoseok kisses his cheek. “I know. Good thing we don’t have to worry about that for a while.”
Yoongi raises an eyebrow, a hopeful smile on his face. “I cleared a few weeks of my schedule.”
“For me? How did—” Yoongi shakes his head like he’s going to protest, but he doesn’t want to.
“I didn’t give them a choice—told them this is how it was going to be and how I’m going to need more free time after this.”
Yoongi pulls Hoseok into a crushing hug, squeezing him tightly. “I’m so proud of you—I love you.”
Hoseok giggles and hugs Yoongi tightly. “I love you too.”
Yoongi thinks he could stay like this forever, holding Hoseok as they sway back and forth to the music, Hoseok singing along softly.
This is what forever feels like, he notes. This is all he wants.
“C’mere,” Hoseok murmurs and steps back, offering his hand. Yoongi takes it as he hops down. Hoseok pulls him close, places a hand on his waist, and they start to sway along to the music, taking Yoongi’s breath away. He tucks his head into Hoseok’s neck, and they move together, not caring about anything in the world except each other.