No One's POV

In the practice rooms, the BTS members had just finished going over a dance or two. They’re finally all together again. They missed each other dearly, and the way Taehyung and Jimin were attached to each other post-dance had anything to say about it, no one knew what else could.

“YAH Jungkook please! You can’t possibly be this energetic after this. Sit down!” their eldest’s voice rang through the room followed by their maknaes giggles. On the floor, Seokjin was laid down on the floor looking like he was forced to speed run a military course, sweat stinking to his forehead and wet patches starting to form on different places on his shirt. Above him Jungkook, almost in the same state but looking more energized than drained as he teased his hyung.

“Come on Hyung~ it isn’t that bad! We did like..” he paused and giggled again, “2 songs!!” Seokjin merely rolled his eyes and rolled over and away from the giggling maknae. “Two songs. We definitely only did two songs." The sarcasm dripped easily.

In the other corner, with the other two maknaes, Taehyung was leaning near the mirror while Jimin was practically thrown over him. One arm and one leg over his ‘soulmate’ while they scrolled on Taehyung’s phone. The others gave them side glances of weirdness as they both looked sticky and sweaty but paid them no more mind.

“Jiminie. Do you have to press into Taehyung like that? You both look like you guys run marathons and you’re… well.” the voice of Yoongi who decided to rest on one of the couches instead. His expression would have made anyone else rethink their actions but these two are used to their Yoongi-hyung already. “Yes hyung. Tae and I feed off of each other's energy and right now we’re recharging.” Yoongi scoffed. “That looks uncomfortable is all.” he complained and then Taehyung rebuttaled, “It is hyung. It is.” He didn’t even give Jimin a glance when Jimin let out a fake gasp and the two broke into some fake lovers quarrel.

In another corner of the practice room, sitting on a different couch was Hoseok and Namjoon. Namjoon sprawled out and breathing heavily, he swore his vision was getting worse the more he breathed. He turned over and basically froze. His Hoseok hyung didn’t look the least bit winded like the others, but he was their main dancer and choreographer, so he calmed down and focused on his breathing again.
“Hyung. What are you doing??” he vocalized―still very out of breath―not even bothering to look back at his hyung again. It would take too much energy and he needed to conserve that as much as he could. “I’m ordering lunch Namjoonie.” That caught everyone’s attention. “Hyung! I wanna order too!!” Jungkook raced over and Hoseok, anticipating such just sighed, turned his phone off to ensure none of his members saw his messages and placed his phone face down.

He gave Jungkook an expression that was too hard to explain but it was scrunched up as the younger pressed into him all sweaty. “Jungkook please! You're sweaty, scoot down!” he scolded. “And I did order for you guys. We’ve been family for what? 13 whole years.” he scoffed. “I know what you guys like! And I got something you guys could try that I think you would like as well!” Jungkook got up from the couch with a fist bump. “Yes! Thanks hyung!!!”

Hoseok chuckled looking to his side to see Namjoon just staring at him. Tired but breathing better now. “Thanks Hyung.” He breathed out. Hoseok’s face softened as he smiled. “You’re welcome Joon.”

He was broken out of the soft moment by his phone. The soft smile breaking into his iconic heart one as he quickly typed back shutting off his phone again putting it face down. “Who was that hyung??” he blinked at Namjoon “food service.” he answered in quick succession, getting up and clapping his hands, gaining everyone's attention. “Up! Up! One more dance! By the time we’re done food should be here. C’mon.” He basically relished in the groans he watched them all position themselves.

With Yejun, he was preparing up to 10 meals for someone. He was asked to deliver it to them personally as well. Right now he was supposed to have an off day. Stay home and wait for his husband to be done with his practices and others so they could have their weekly home dates.

The list of food that was wanted of him were really simple, he thinks. He liked that they ordered quite a bit from his western foods too. They asked him to portion them in a buffet style so they could take off what they wanted. He made them korean dumplings, a pot of rice, a pot of noodles, he portioned off the 삼겹살, 김치찌개 and 잡채 off and then went to the other foods.

He sighed out finally as he packaged all the things to go, taking a shower―yes he had a shower and bathroom in his restaurant, being a chef/cook/server gets messy okay??―and getting better clothes he was setting off.

Back with Hoseok, he was faring better, he stepped out of formation to study his members as they moved. He knew they were good but brushing up and ironing out faults now would do them all great. He lets out a sigh thinking back on his husband. He missed him if he was being honest. It felt like he hadn't seen his husband in AGES, which is a lie seeing as they live together.

Sighing AGAIN as time was passing, correcting anything major with the dances he ended practice cause hunger was getting to him. Hoseok turned to look at his bandmates, only to then deadpan, and it seemed that it was getting to his boys too. He was going to let out another sigh―man, what was wrong with him today―when there was a knock at the door, preventing him from fantasizing about his husband that he missed so dearly.

He didn’t even get the chance to go open the door when he watched his youngest speed to the door like he was tired or anything. Hoseok sighed and sat down on one of the benches near the door when serving trays on wheels at least three of them were wheeled in. Just the scents of all that good food was sending him over. That was until―

“Order for Bangtan?” Hoseok knew that voice. His head whipped to the door. He kisses the lips that voice comes from. All of his exhaustion vanished when he laid his eyes on the very man he missed the most in his life. He didn’t wait, he swore everything around him faded away as he practically jumped his husband. “BABY.” Hoseok was finally, finally at peace again. How did he not know his husband worked at the very restaurant he frequented aka one of the best restaurants world wide??? “Hoseok..?” Yejun wrapped his arms around his husband with a confused raise of his eyebrows. Around them Hoseok’s bandmates looked confused. The food was long forgotten as they watched the interaction. Their Hoseok was clinging to someone and calling them ‘baby?’.

“You didn’t tell me you were a part of BTS Hoseok?” Yejun questioned with a soft laugh not letting go of Hoseok, titling his head when Hoseok pressed his head to the crook of his neck. “And you didn’t tell me you worked at Maison Verre.” was spoken but muffled as Hoseok did not take his face away from his husband's throat. Yejun laughed, “Honey. I own Maison Verre, and every other branch world wide.” Hoseok froze and lifted his head, eyes wide. “I beg your pardon?” Yejun nodded, “I own the restaurant. And other branches world wide.” Hoseok blushed, "I married a rich man." His eyes shawn and he clutched Yejun’s shirt while Yejun ruffled his hair. “Baby. you are a rich man.”

With that line the whole room busted into laughter. Yejun scrambled. “Right. The food.” He walked over and removed the covers for each dish. “All dishes prepared and served, by me! Enjoy boys!” The three maknaes dug in quickly. Hunger taking over at the sight and smell of the food. While the three eldest―Seokjin, Yoongi and Namjoon― walked over to the couple―married couple, they had to remind themselves.―small but welcoming smiles. Seokjin, ever the nosy but protective one, spoke out first.
“So uh..”
“Yejun, Jung Yejun.”
“Yejun-ssi-”
“Just Yejun is fine.”
“Mhm Yes, how long have you and Hobi been married for?”
They walked over to the bench again, Hoseok planting himself onto Yejun's lap, naturally pulling a laugh from Yejun and looks―not bad, just cheeky―from his bandmates. “Hoseok and I have been married for about 7 years now. Our 8 year anniversary is in 2 days.” Seokjin, Yoongi and Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“And neither of you know of each other's popularity or wealth??!?!" It was absurd really. “I’m not big on kpop. Yes i know one or two songs but you are basically faceless to me. And Hoseok just likes food. I don’t usually go around showing off, you know?”
“Right. He doesn’t question me, I don't question him and we’re happy.” Hoseok chimes in. “That sounds unhealthy to be honest…” Hoseok shrugs. “It’s not, we kept it vague, not unknown. There is a difference. I’m a dancer and he’s a cook. Plus, it's fun knowing that I didn’t marry a Sasaeng..” Hobi shuddered. The three nodded. “That is true…”

Namjoon jerked a bit- “Let’s go eat before big, bigger and biggest takes it all and leaves us hungry.” He walked off to the food leaving the others. Yoongi and Seokjin followed behind as the ruckus around the food got bigger and more familial. Yejun stood up forcing Hoseok to stand as well. “Baby you’re so fucking clinging.” He giggled out. “Cause I fucking love you.” He tightened his hold around Yejun’s shoulders. “I love you too baby.” he plants a kiss to Hoseok's lips, hands onto his waist rocking the two of them slowly. “It’s my anniversary this year right?” He reminded Hoseok who nodded really happy now. His husband always knew what to do each year it was his turn to plan it out. “Alright super glue. Go eat. I have to close up shop and you have the rest of this to finish.” That earned a whine from the dancer as he tip-toed to kiss his husband goodbye. They parted ways with a few kisses only to meet back up at home happier than ever knowing that nothing really changed after finding out what each other did.