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tell me about your heart,
how it stole breath
from my lungs and
still warmed my veins.
(k.e. henson)
sometimes hoseok is overwhelmed by the feeling he gets when he thinks that it would be so fucking easy to kiss taehyung right now .
he doesn't know when it started – this strange, unknown feeling that's got his toes curled inside his sneakers and his mind a little bit too cloudy, the way his throat threatens to close because just the thought of not kissing him can make hoseok gasp for air – but he knows it's there, and he's afraid it's been there for a really long time now.
so, yes, he kind of thinks about kissing taehyung when they're in airports and it's 3 am, and taehyung's chin is digging into the curve where hoseok's neck meets his shoulder because he's so tired, his eyelids are slowly dropping and his breath tickles the older's skin from time to time. and hoseok, well, he's always two seconds from kissing the tiredness out of taehyung before something happens – sometimes it's namjoon, talking to them, or their manager, handing out their passports. then taehyung's gone, off to bother jimin or someone else.
he kind of thinks about about kissing taehyung during fan meetings, when he's searching for a pen that actually works and, if the universe is good to him, taehyung is doing the same. hoseok almost thinks it's on purpose – the way tae's fingers brush on his, how his touch lingers for a second or two more than the necessary, how he says "keep it, hyung!" before pulling away and continuing whatever he was doing before. not before squeezing hoseok's hand really quickly, of course, and making his heart ache in the process before going back to the real world.
he kind of thinks about kissing taehyung in the middle of variety shows, when everyone's talking about the kiss they'd shared in the past – when taehyung was too young and nervous, and hoseok was too afraid of kissing boys –, and taehyung's hiding his face in embarrassment and his knee is pressed against hoseok's (because whenever this kind of thing happens, it's like taehyung wants him to know that he's not ashamed of it, even though it's not what it seems), and he wants to push tae's hands away and kiss him, this time for real, this time good and right just like taehyung deserves a kiss to be.
he kind of thinks about kissing taehyung when they're watching tv past midnight, while the others are asleep and taehyung feels so warm and close and there . he wants to kiss him until he's breathless, a whimpering mess under hoseok's touch, because he can't quite get his thoughts together when taehyung's body is pressed against his side, a source of warmth in a cold, cold night. he wants to kiss his eyelids, the mole at the tip of his nose, he wants to kiss him on the lips again and again and again. and those are the times in which hoseok dislikes the most, in which he's too desperate because these are the times in which he actually could … but doesn't.
hoseok kind of thinks about kissing taehyung every single time he doesn't.
"i think your noodles are ready," says yoongi, when they're alone in the kitchen and hoseok thinks he'd been zoning out again because he definitely didn't hear the beep. "hey, earth to hobi, hello? were you even listening to what i was saying?"
"i'm always listening to you," hoseok places his cup noodles on top of the counter, opening the lid. "it's just that i've been a little tired lately. but i'm always listening.”
the look yoongi sends him almost makes hoseok think he knows that he had one of his moments not even an hour ago – because taehyung's face was too close to his while they were waiting for their turn to play mario kart, and his hand was casually resting on hoseok's thigh for whatever fucking reason, and hoseok thought he was actually going to, well, die. but when he really thinks of it, it's better to believe that yoongi has way more important things to know about. like jeongguk's crush on him. but that's none of hoseok's business, anyway.
"you should get some sleep," says the older, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. they've been out of coffee for some time now, and no one's willing to go buy it, so yoongi kind of has been living out of hot cocoa. "i'll go to the studio later with joon, but you should stay here with jin and the others."
he really should sleep. last week's schedule was tough as hell, so their manager somehow got them three days off to get some rest and breathe for a moment. hoseok is chewing on his noodles and ready to complain about namjoon and yoongi working on their day off when he realises that the later isn't even there anymore, probably off to take a nap before work.
hoseok finishes his meal in complete silence, listening as the maknaes scream and laugh in their living room.
"ok, so, who volunteers to go buy stuff in the street?" says jimin, after an episode of strangers things ended. hoseok is lowkey freaked out with the demogorgon and his hands are a little bit sweaty, but nobody needs to know that. he hides them inside the pocket of his hoodie. "i'm craving some candy right now."
they'd been binge watching netflix for hours now, cuddled up on the sofa and blankets on the floor. hoseok doesn't really get the hype about the show, but jimin and jeongguk couldn't stop talking about stranger things, and he wasn't one to upset them and search for anything else to watch. also, they'd eaten so much popcorn that their fingers are sticky with butter, so jin prohibited everyone from touching the notebook before washing hands – and no one really wanted to get up.
"i think the youngest should go," jin stretches his back, staring down at jeongguk, who's sitting on the floor. "don't you think, gguk?"
"no," said boy replies, looking annoyed. he crosses his arms. "the oldest should go. manager-nim said you need to take care of us, anyway."
hoseok rolls his eyes as they start arguing. he's sitting by jimin's side on the left end of the sofa, quietly playing a game on his phone and trying to ignore the way taehyung's head is resting on the space beside his left thigh, as he sits on the floor. hoseok didn't even dare to move for hours, as taehyung's ear was pressed to the clothing of his pants and he lay there with his eyes closed, looking like he was almost dozing off. his bangs are too long now, reaching his eyes, he needs a haircut. hoseok instantly brushes the hair off his face, quickly going back to his game as if nothing happened. he thinks that taehyung didn't notice it until the later opens his eyes and stares at him.
his gaze makes hoseok almost choke on his own spit. he ignores the way taehyung is looking at him until he moves and presses the side of his nose to hoseok's thigh.
well, shit.
"i can go buy groceries," taehyung says, the sound a little bit muffled because he keeps pressing his face to hoseok's fucking thigh. the others cheer, and he adds: "but hobi-hyung is coming with me."
hoseok kind of wants to lean down and kiss him right there.
"sure," he says, instead.
the problem with going grocery shopping with kim taehyung – besides that being such a boyfriend concept, which makes hoseok want to scream and maybe bang his head on the nearest wall because he really, really wants to kiss taehyung when he's wearing large pants and oversized t-shirts –, is that he wants to buy all the ice creams, all the cakes and pretty much all the kind of stuff that makes you diabetic or at least with a hell of a sugar high. or both.
the problem is also that hoseok can't say "no" to him. like, ever. listen, he's not yoongi or jin, alright? maknae line has him wrapped around their pinky fingers on most days, because hoseok likes them so much and they're always kind to him – but taehyung, fuck, hoseok's not even going to talk about him. he's afraid of the things he'd do if taehyung asked him with a smile.
all he does, instead of saying "no", is hold taehyung by the arm and physically take him away from the sweet stuff, and pretends he's not listening when the younger starts to tell him about those new candies he'd like to get a taste of or whatsoever.
(this is kind of a sick old habit of lying to himself, though. hoseok is pretty sure he's gonna end up buying everything taehyung wants because he won't ever ignore him like that, and the thought of that alone wants to make him slap himself in the face because goddamn it, when is he gonna get his shit together )
"hyung!" he can see the top of taehyung's head over the shelf next to him. the young raises a hand to let him see the package he got. "can i take these?"
it doesn't seem that bad, compared to all the atrocities hoseok had shut down before. just some of those coca-cola flavored gums, which he knew that taehyung adored. he sighed. "sure, tae."
he's already collected everything the others wanted – ice cream for jimin, a piece of cake for jin, the snack pack jeongguk likes. he even got yoongi's favorite gums and namjoon's beer because he's feeling generous, not to mention two packs of their coffee. it's just that they've been there for almost thirty minutes already, and he was getting a little tired of following taehyung around the place because he can't decide what to get because he wants, well, everything. the convenience store is only a five minute walk from their dorm building, but the sun is already settled and hoseok hates it when he walks home at night. a part of him wishes taehyung would hurry up, and the other just stay silent.
it doesn't help that taehyung's wearing one of yoongi's beanies and it's slowly falling off his head. hoseok kind of wants to kiss him because he's 1) annoyed, 2) tired and 3) just wants to kiss him in general. that's probably going to be his ruin one day, so he looks away quickly when taehyung smiles at him. hoseok hopes he thinks he didn't notice it.
"tae, we gotta go," he says. "y'know, will byer's probably gonna be found by the time we get back to the dorm."
"don't be silly , hyung!" taehyung replies. he smiles at him again from the other side of the store, and this time, hoseok can't help but smile back. "we only saw two episodes, he can't be found during episode three. that would be cheating."
he pauses.
"or, he could be eaten by the demogorgon. you never know with these north american tv shows. they always come up with the creepiest shit, anyway."
hoseok shakes his head, laughing. "let's go, kid. jimin will be pissed if we show up with his ice cream all melted.
"well, that's a good reason to go home. let's go, then."
he's sitting on namjoon's bed one morning when he tells him: "you and taehyung look at each other like you're about to kiss."
and hoseok drops the book he was just holding, leaves it on the space beside him. he doesn't know what to say, so he doesn't at all. the hem of his sweater looks like the most interesting thing in the world for about seven minutes – he counted – before namjoon shifts and shifts on his chair and looks at him. and he looks at him like he wishes to suck out hoseok's insecurities from his chest – and, knowing namjoon, he probably does.
"there's nothing wrong with that," namjoon tells him, low and carefully, like hoseok's a kid and he's trying to teach him about boys wanting to kiss other boys. "you can want who you want to, hobi. you know that."
"not here," he answers, as simple as that. "not now. you know that."
"yeah, i know. and i'm sorry."
"me too."
the thing is that hoseok doesn't want to be in love.
he'd been there before. loving people so deeply he felt like his heart was going to explode, like his skin is on fire and there's no more air for him to breathe because that's hoseok's way of loving. diving face first, offering all of himself and not expecting much in return because he'd always been the giver type. and the problem with that is: sometimes he gave too much. and that had left him with a few disappointments before, if you're asking.
(between heartbreaker and heartbroken, hoseok liked to see himself as an in between – he had his heart broken so many times already that he knows what it takes to break another as well)
he doesn't think he's afraid, either. love is hard and sometimes it leaves a few scars but hoseok thinks it's worth the fight. it's always worth the fight. boys, girls, it doesn't really matter to him, it had never mattered to him at all. but taehyung is… something else that's entirely different. hoseok has known him for a really long time now, but he's still strange territory, an unknown sea in which he badly wants to dive in.
and that? that hoseok cannot do.
so he walks away, laughs loudly enough to not make taehyung think his attitude is changing. plays mario kart at midnight but sits on the other end of the sofa, popcorn bowl placed between them so their knees don't touch. waits for three minutes before getting up to use the bathroom in the morning so he knows he won't bump into taehyung. and he hides his heart in a box deep inside his chest and hopes that no one's going to notice the bleeding.
because hoseok's not an idiot, and even if he doesn't want to, he knows that there's a hole in his heart that has the shape of a boxy-smiled, tall boy from daegu.
it’s a warm night and hoseok’s shirt is sticking to his back as he gets into the van after a concert, a headache clearly starting to form as he hops on the seat beside the window and presses his forehead to the cold glass for a moment.
his plan is to sleep for the entire two hour ride, so he quickly takes his noise-cancelling earbuds and makes himself comfortable. there's something about the aftermath of every concert that gives him a different kind of exhaustion – it's the good one, the one that warms your heart when you lay down at night. hoseok's legs feel like jelly and his back hurts, and he’s about to doze off when a knee presses against his.
he's almost ashamed of how he knows it’s taehyung without even opening his eyes. he glances at the younger and offers taehyung a tiny, tired smile.
“sorry, hyung,” says the later. “didn’t wanna wake you.”
“don’t worry ‘bout it,” pause. taehyung looks at him nervously, which takes hoseok off guard. “you-- you did well today, tae. like always, of course.”
taehyung lets out a breath, as if he was anxious about what hoseok had to say. it doesn’t make sense to him, so he just thinks he was tired and out of breath anyway. then the younger presses his side to hoseok’s and rests his head on his shoulder. “thanks, hyung.”
it’s pathetic how hoseok’s heart jumps a little bit when he does it. he falls asleep to the sound of taehyung’s soft, little snores.
they’re in a hotel room in new york, a room up so high hoseok feels like he could touch the sky if he opens his windows.
it’s too bad that he’s afraid of heights. so he watches, quietly, as taehyung tells him about all the lights in the street, how the people look like ants and he feels like god or the creator of the sims. of course he’s hoseok’s roommate — even though taehyung didn’t tell him, hoseok knows he switched with yoongi.
and there’s something about the way taehyung’s eyes shine a little bit more when he’s telling hoseok about how he wanted to be able to fly. it makes hoseok’s heart ache so much he presses his knees to his chest, chin dugged into his arms because he can’t take his eyes off taehyung. he had never could, anyway.
it’s only 8:23 pm, and the dinner they just had at the hotel restaurant is still warm in hoseok’s belly. they watch cartoons on his notebook until the battery is dead and he’s too lazy to find the charger. taehyung’s elbow is pressed to his ribs, the younger’s head resting on his shoulder. hoseok thinks that he’s sleeping until he hears it, in a whisper so low it barely leaves taehyung’s mouth: “can i ask you a question?”
“well,” hoseok laughs. “you already did.”
taehyung sits up, looking at him in the eyes. “i’m serious, hyung.”
“i know. shoot it, kid.”
his eyes widen just a little bit, like he wasn’t really expecting hoseok to play along. it makes something on the pit of his stomach get cold — did taehyung really think they couldn’t talk about serious things?
he fights the urge to poke the other on the cheek as he take ages to verbalize whatever he was going to say. hoseok thinks that taehyung may have backed off and given up on talking to him, so he’s about to get off the bed to shower when taehyung grabs his arm and pulls him. he falls on his back laughing, and even if the younger’s face is still dead serious, he lights up a little bit.
“just say it--”
“have you ever kissed a boy?”
hoseok stares, but taehyung’s not looking at him anymore. he’s playing with the hem of hoseok’s sweatshirt with long, long fingers. he replies, jokingly: “what, besides you?”
“no,” taehyung replies. “i mean, yes , but-- i mean doyouliketokissboys , do you--”
hoseok presses a hand on his shoulder because taehyung’s not fucking breathing , he drags the hand across his neck and rests it on the other’s cheekbone. “hey, breathe, alright?” he says, and pauses for a second or two before answering. “and, yes, i do like to kiss boys.”
he drops the hand on taehyung’s face, rests it on his own lap. he tries to stop his heart from beating so fucking fast because of the way taehyung’s expression literally dies because he’s not being touched anymore. it lasts for a couple seconds before he pokes at hoseok’s belly, a tiny nervous smile on his face.
“i think i like to kiss boys too, hyung,”
“yeah?”
“yeah,”
hoseok’s tongue feels like sand on his mouth, he watches as taehyung keeps playing with the hem of his sweatshirt because none of them dares to move at all. there’s a look on taehyung’s face that he had seen many times in the mirror before — he wonders if he told jeongguk first, or his parents, he wonders if he told anyone at all. it brings him back to namjoon’s words, so he says. “you know you can want who you want to, right? i know-- i know that things aren’t easy these days, but love is love, tae. and you deserve love just like everybody else does.”
taehyung is quiet for what seems like ages, measuring the weight of his words. then he actually throws himself over hoseok, wrapping arms around his torso, face pressed to his collarbone. “thanks for that, hyung.”
in this moment, hoseok cares fuck-all about his stupid crush. he hugs taehyung as tight as possible and even presses a kiss or two to the top of his head, which makes taehyung shriek and laugh.
by the time they put on their pajamas and get ready for bed, there’s still a smile on taehyung’s face so bright that hoseok thinks times square should be fucking jealous.
something has changed since new york, and hoseok can feel it in his bones.
even though he had always been the closest to the maknae line — jin plays games with them and namjoon tries to do pep talks that always end horribly, but they had always felt more comfortable around hoseok, besides the fact that he understood jokes better than yoongi —, he felt that the bond between the three of them was something no one could have too. it sometimes bites him hard, how close jimin and taehyung are, or how taehyung’s laugh is so much easier when he’s with jeongguk. but then... it changed . he finds himself hanging out even more with the youngers because taehyung keeps pulling him close, dragging him by the arm, talking to him across the table. it's always something so small that he almost doesn't notice, but it's there – taehyung's pinky finger brushing his when they're walking side by side, the way he smiles at him brightly from the other side of the stage for a couple seconds more than he used to.
but yoongi notices it too, and he jokingly nudges hoseok’s ribs with an elbow saying “look’s like tae’s got a crush, and it’s not jiminnie”. he rolls his eyes so hard it actually hurts, but hoseok can’t deny that his stomach jumped a little.
he doesn’t think taehyung has a crush, he thinks that taehyung just had found someone in whom he could confide something important, and he wants to say that to yoongi but stops mid sentence, hand hanging in the air (he was trying to make a point), and he thinks he must look really stupid because yoongi is just standing there, staring at him with a funny face. hoseok furrows his brows.
(that's not his secret to spill, anyway)
“what,”
“i can’t believe you’re so fucking whipped that you were ready to drag my ass to hell and back and back because of taehyung.”
“jesus, yoongi, mind your own business --”
he walks away before yoongi notices he’s blushing.
"hyung,"
"uh?"
"would-- would you kiss me again, if you had the chance?"
silence.
"i think so, yeah,"
"nice,"
he pauses, then says: "i'd kiss you again, too,"
it's around four in the morning when hoseok wakes up covered in cold sweat, startled with the sound of jimin breathing – he's always been a mouth breather –, and it takes him good ten minutes to calm himself down and explain to his body that he's not going to actually die .
fuck bad dreams. really, fuck 'em. he throws the covers aside and gets up, bare feet seeming like a bad idea when the floor's so fucking cold but hoseok doesn't really care. he walks past jimin's bed quickly, only stopping by the end of taehyung's bed after noticing he's not there. must have gone pee or something.
he makes his way to the kitchen in silence, careful not to trip over the things everyone leaves around in the dorm – jeongguk's boots, bags and plastic cups, countless pairs of socks that namjoon keeps losing and never remembers to actually search for them. it's a mess, really, but it's not like they don't try to clean it. it's just hard when you live with six other boys and none of them is quite the organized type, not even jin. he chuckles, collects some of the plastic cups and places them on the sink before getting water himself.
there's something interesting about 4 am that hoseok can't fully understand, but he tries anyways. maybe it's the blank walls and the things they saw during the years they had lived there. maybe it's the way the lights on the street peek through the living room window and remind him that the world out there still exists when they're safe behind closed doors. maybe it's the seven pairs of shoes near the carpet by the entrance (eight when jeongguk leaves his timberlands there as well) or how the faint light of yoongi's lampshade peeks under his and jin's doors, which reminds hoseok of how he should make an intervention and put him to sleep as soon as possible.
but, most of all, it must be the way taehyung's chest rises and falls as he sleeps on the couch, the tv still on and casting blues and greens and reds over the boy's face – because that's what he is when he sleeps like that. just a boy. it doesn't even make sense but seeing him sleeping like that makes hoseok's insides twist and twist and twist. he finishes his glass of water and goes back to their room, pulling the covers from taehyung's bed and bringing them to the living room. he tries his best not to wake him as he places them over taehyung's body, but just as he's about to turn and leave, a hand tugs at his t-shirt.
"hyung," taehyung whispers, his voice barely audible. "stay?"
it's not really a question, but sounds like it. and it feels like there's a lump in hoseok's throat, so he swallows, hard, a voice in the back of his mind telling him that this is not a good idea – it could never be a good idea. he ponders whether or not to ignore taehyung, then stops.
he could have this moment. just this little moment. he could freeze it in a frame, hide it somewhere deep in his brain-- no, in his chest. next to a beating heart. no one would look, no one would know.
that moment would be his to keep, forever. and he wonders where in his life he started to think poetry about kim taehyung, but leaves it be.
(his hands feel sweaty, he presses them to his pajama pants and hopes that the other won't notice)
without answering, hoseok lays down on the empty space beside taehyung. they barely fit – some couches are made for cuddles in the middle of the night, but theirs surely isn't. it doesn't really matter, though, because taehyung presses his body against hoseok's, one hand on his lower back, an arm under his head.
there's a pair of brown eyes staring at him like hoseok knows all the secrets of the universe – and that's what it kind of feels like when you look into taehyung's eyes. because he'll look at you like you're the sun.
"go to sleep," hoseok whispers. his voice is so low he's afraid tae won't listen, but he does. they're so close, of course he does. "it's ok, now,"
"i don't want to sleep," pause. i want to look at you,"
"okay," he answers. "i'm not going anywhere,"
and it
would be
so
fucking
easy just
to kiss
him right
fucking
now.
although, he doesn't. per usual.
he falls asleep to the sound of taehyun breathing, long fingers drawing abstract patterns on his lower back, surrounded by warm skin and the smell of clothes that aren't his.
(thinking of it now, it's safe to say that the truth about kim taehyung is that he'll look at you like you're the most beautiful sunset he had ever seen.
and the thing about sunsets is pretty much the thing about all things that are too pretty: they'll be gone before you notice.
that's how kim taehyung looks at you: he looks at you like you're leaving.)
it's quiet evening, too quiet for hoseok's liking, if you're asking. he likes the background noise – jimin's laugh, jin talking on the phone, yoongi blasting off music on his new speakers, casual shit talk in the kitchen. but there's this thing about silence, too. silent days get taehyung sitting on his bed like this, watching as he separates the dirty clothes. silent days get taehyung looking at him – not at jeongguk playing on the xbox, not at namjoon writing lyrics in the kitchen, not at yoongi working on his tunes; at him . and it makes hoseok's toes curl inside his socks because he doesn't know why he's there, but he is.
"i'm pretty sure there's way more interest things than watching me do the laundry, tae," he says, quietly, not really wanting him to go away but wanting to knowwhy .
taehyung crosses his arms, grinning. "i'm not here because of the daily laundry, hyung,"
he scoffs. "yeah, sure,"
"i'm serious. i want to be here with you, hyung,"
he holds a pair of dirty boxers that probably belongs to jimin and pretends throwing it, making taehyung screech and then fall over his back, laughing.
"how sad is that jimin's not even a bit intimidating, but his underwear is?" hoseok asks, casually.
"i don't get how you can touch these things," taehyung sighs. he rests a hand on his belly and stares at the ceiling for a moment before talking again. "i think i would die if i had to touch anyone's underwear,"
"it's just clothes?"
"yeah, but, i mean--" pause. "forget it, it's just my pet peeve,"
hoseok chuckles. "i didn't know you had pet peeves,"
he watches as taehyung laughs, waving his hand. "oh, i have plenty," he says. he keeps doing his job in silence as tae tells him about some of his pet peeves – touching people's underwear, accidentally stepping in puddles of water while wearing socks, jeongguk's loud chewing, people that throw trash out of car windows, the color ochre –, and the list goes on and on and on. sometimes he looks up for a couple seconds, only to enjoy the sight of taehyung laying on his bed like that, limbs spread all spread out (like a starfish, as he describes it himself), head resting on hoseok's pillow, eyes closed. my favorite scent is the smell hoseok's bed . and he feels his cheeks burning at the thought, then decides to take some extra time going through his pile of clothes on the floor just because.
"although," taehyung says, holding up a finger to exaggerate his point. "my biggest pet peeve is how you play dumb to ignore that i really want to kiss you, hyung,"
hoseok nearly chokes , raising his head so quickly it gives him vertigo. "what the fuck did you just said?"
he waits for it to be a joke. see, it's not that hoseok thinks low of himself. he's quite cool really, handsome too, but there's something in the realization that he'swantable that makes his brain go numb. wantable . he's wantable. worthy of a crush. worthy of taehyung's attention – because there's nothing in the look he's giving him that resembles the way taehyung looks at namjoon, for example, or anyone else.
taehyung sits up again. he stares at hoseok for a really long time. "you know what i said,"
(and that look is for hoseok and him only. it kind of makes the stars inside him threaten to go supernova. and it kind of makes him want to crawl over taehyung and kiss him right there )
he gets up on the floor and sits on the bed, his knees touch taehyung's. "say it again?"
"the color ochre is a pet peeve of mine," and he must have a really angry face right now because taehyung starts laughing, bumping his knee against hoseok's repeatedly. "i really want to kiss you, jung hoseok,"
so he does it. he jumps over taehyung so quickly that ends up with a painful knee on his ribs, but it doesn't really matter because he holds taehyung's face with both hands and kisses him for real.
(and good, and right just like he deserves a kiss to be)
there are stars dancing on his mind right now. taehyung kisses him soft and slowly, as if he's afraid he'll break under his fingers at any moment. it makes hoseok's head spin, holding him closer and closer until their bodies are so pressed together that he wants to combust , turn into ashes. he hums against taehyung's mouth, teases his bottom lip with his tongue. they kiss, open mouth and lazily, until the walls of their shared room are tinted with the colors of a sunset, light peeking through the thin curtains, and when hoseok presses one last peck to the other's sore lips and leans back, he thinks that taehyung might be the prettiest thing he's ever seen.
" holy shit, " they say, at the same time. it makes the both of them explode in laughs, taehyung's head tucked under his chin as he hides his face on hoseok's chest.
there's a billion of stars dancing in hoseok's mind right now, and he kind of kisses taehyung until the last of then blows up, and then a little bit more.