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"I love you." Taehyung giggled and buried his face further into Hoseok's neck. They were currently curled on Taehyung's living room couch putting off the classwork they both knew had to be done,but why work when you could cuddle? Or at least, that's what Hoseok thought. Who needed Trigonometry anyways, no one actually used it right?
Hoseok thought he wouldn't get a reply, but then he felt his boyfriend intertwine their legs and latch onto his hand with a hushed reply, "I love you too." The three words that would never fail to put a smile on his face, no matter how shit the day had been. Both boys were enjoying their moment, and then Jimin came storming in, a rather common occurrence.
He slammed the door behind and proceeded to slap his books on the kitchen table."STUPID YOONGI! STUPID STUPID YOONGI WITH HIS STUPID FACE AND HIS STUPID CLOTHES AND HIS STUPID LIFE!" Jimin slammed the cabinet he had opened shut and took the jar of peanut butter into the living room. He stomped to the uninhabited couch and shoved a spoonful into his mouth.
Taehyung groaned and turned away from Hoseok to glare daggers at his younger twin brother. He only wanted to spend some alone time cuddling with his boyfriend. That was it. That wasn't really much to ask for right? But because he was a sucker for Jimin and because the moment was already ruined, he spoke up, "What'd he do this time?"
Jimin slammed the peanut butter onto the coffee table, jumped to his feet, and began to wildly flail his arms as he ranted, "WE BOTH AGREED THAT WE WOULDN'T GET EACH OTHER ANYTHING FOR OUR SIX MONTH ANNIVERSARY! AND WHAT DOES THAT BASTARD DO? HE GETS ME SOMETHING! HE BOUGHT ME THE EXACT PROMISE RING I SAID THAT I LIKED AT THE JEWELRY STORE 2 MONTHS AGO! AND OF COURSE, I HAD NOTHING FOR HIM! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS? IT'S RIDICULOUS! THE NERVE OF THAT MAN!"
"Yeah bro, it sounds like you've got it pretty bad." Taehyung rolled his eyes dramatically and went back to cuddling with Hoseok. Jimin seemed to take the hint and went up to his room pouting.
They cuddled in silence for a moment, Taehyung on Hoseok's chest, drawing patterns into his boyfriend's shirt. Hoseok felt guilty. He wanted to give Taehyung nice things like rings, and take him to nice places, and fancy dinners, and nice trips, and buy him everything that he wanted, but he couldn't. Hoseok came from a very anti-gay family, whom upon discovering his "condition" refused to provide anything for him except his room, if they found out about Taehyung, it was game over. They would throw him out. Taehyung knew about his situation and didn't mind, but Hoseok felt like crap about it. Taehyung deserved the world, and he couldn't even give him the satisfaction of meeting his parents. Hoseok had a job to pay for his needs that his parents neglected, and occasionally was able to save up enough money to take Tae out to a nice movie, but that didn't happen often. Minimum wage could only afford so much.
Hoseok flipped on the couch to where they were staring directly at one another and ran his hand through Tae's hair. Taehyung reveled in the touch. "TaeTae, do you want a ring?"
Taehyung froze. He knew exactly where Hoseok's thoughts were going, and he didn't like it, so he gently placed his hands on both sides of Hoseok's face, "Hobi, you know exactly how I feel about those types of things. I know that you love me, and I don't need a stupid ring to tell me that. I only need you. I don't need expensive things, and to go to fancy places with snobby stuck up people, or anything of that sort. When will you realize that I'm happy with you? With us."
That was all Hoseok needed, that extra reassurance. He crawled on on top of Taehyung and straddled his lap. "I love you, so so much." Taehyung laughed and slung his arms around Hobi's neck to close the distance between their lips. "I love you too." Their lips were then connected once more, kisses growing more and more heated. Hoseok slipped his tongue into Tae's mouth and battled for dominance, feeling a rush of satisfaction when he won. He slipped his hands under Taehyung's shirt and caressed his sides. Tae whimpered at the contact, hungry for more. Hobi leaned back down and ravished Taehyung's lips as he slowly trailed his hands across his nipples.
"Really? The middle of the living room? Come on guys, I just picked up Jungkook."
Hoseok immediately detached himself from Taehyung and sat up, his face red and burning. Taehyung adjusted his shirt and sent a mortified look in his dad's direction, "Oh my God dad, how long have you been here?"
"Oh, about two minutes. You know you have a room right? Hey Hoseok, good to see you in my house. Again."
"H-Hello sir."
"There you go again with formalities, you've been over here nearly everyday for almost two years. It's just Namjoon."
"Hello, Mr. Namjoon."
"Improvement. You can drop the "mister", but we can work on that later. Anyways, Taehyung, your father is going to be a little late, he got held up at the hospital, so it's take out tonight. Where's your brother?"
"Okay. Jiminie is pouting upstairs." Taehyung crawled into Hoseok's lap and pulled his arm across his body.
"Yoongi?"
"Yoongi."
Namjoon placed Jungkook on the ground and made his way to the staircase. Before heading up, he stopped and looked towards his son on the couch. "Remember Taehyung, the room that you have? Ring any bells?" Namjoon shook his head and went up the stairs to see his other son. Taehyung grumbled and snuggled further into Hoseok.
Jungkook toddled in front of Taehyung and wrinkled his nose. "TaeTae's gross."
Taehyung threw up his arms and pouted. "Is it attack Taehyung day or something?" Hoseok only laughed and held him tighter. Jungkook wiggled onto the couch and curled into Hoseok's side. He didn't ordinarily take to people outside of his family, but he liked Hoseok.
Jimin came downstairs and joined everyone crammed together on the couch. "Me and Yoongi made up."
Hoseok shook his head, "Oh really? Shocker."