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There’s some kind of glow on the pavement, or maybe that’s just what the alcohol in Hoseok’s system is making him see.
Yoongi’s walking a bit in front of him, his usually short hair now grown into a mullet. His boyfriend has his hands in his pockets and is talking a bit loudly, which means he’s absolutely trashed; the soothing voice he normally sports is gone with the rain and the several glasses of champagne he drank tonight.
Namjoon, on the other hand, is as quiet as Hoseok, listening to Yoongi talking with a stupid smile on his face that Hoseok has learned to mean I’m in love with you .
He likes to see it directed at Yoongi as much as he likes to see it directed at him.
“Hoba, don’t you agree?” Asks Namjoon, and Hoseok nods, having no idea what he’s agreeing with. “You’re not listening to us.”
“We’re saying that this was a great party,” Yoongi mutters. "Taehyung’s ridiculously filthy rich.”
Hoseok agrees in silence, reaching out his hand so Namjoon can intertwine their fingers. “I’m a bit drunk, I think.”
“You think?” Exclaims Yoongi, turning on his heels to look at both of his boyfriends, a wide gummy smile spread across his soft features. “I have much higher alcohol tolerance than you and I’m seeing four heads right now, can’t imagine you’re seeing less than eight.”
“Hoba didn’t drink as much as you, yeobo,” Namjoon argues, fishing his phone from the pocket of his pants to probably fetch a taxi. “Hm, now that I’m thinking about it, no one has drank as much as you tonight.”
It’s Yoongi’s turn to pout, crossing his arms as if offended, so Hoseok surges forward to peck his lips “I’m gonna throw up when we get home,” he informs, resting his forehead on Hoseok’s shoulder.
“It’s impressive that you’re determined to hold it in until we get home,” Namjoon comments teasingly, stroking the back of Hoseok’s hand with his thumb. “Isn’t it, Hoba?”
Hoseok hums in agreement, taking his free hand to caress Yoongi’s nape. “But I believe in you.”
Yoongi holds his waist, almost purring. “Thank you, Hoseokie. Namjoon’s just mean, I don’t think he likes me that much.”
“The audacity,” Namjoon scoffs, and Hoseok turns to look at him in time to see his boyfriend shake his head in feign disbelief. “I stayed up with you all night this week to help you prepare for this presentation, and it was so successful you can barely hold yourself up right now.”
The older of the three lifts his head abruptly, holding tighter to Hoseok’s waist so he doesn’t fall. “Maybe you do like me a little bit, but do you love me? I don’t think you do.”
“Hyung.” Namjoon’s use of the honorific makes Yoongi’s eyes turn softer. “Hoba”, he says next, as if to make it obvious he’s addressing the both of them, stepping closer and letting go of Hoseok’s hand to embrace them both at the same time. “I love you more than love itself.”
Hoseok should be used to it by now, three years down the road; at how Namjoon’s words manage to make his heart beat faster and warmth spread through his limbs like a blanket in a cold starless night. But he isn’t, and maybe that’s part of the magic. Part of why he sees the glow in the pavement when it has stopped raining for several hours now.
“You’re so sappy, Joonie,” Yoongi mouths, smiling. “I won’t throw up on you.”
“Is that your way of saying I love you too?” Namjoon wonders
“That’s his way of saying please cuddle me a lot after I’ve gotten this out of my system ,” Hoseok chimes in.
Yoongi grumbles, pulling away from Hoseok’s hug. “You’re both so mean to me.”
“We love you, hyung.”
“I know.” Yoongi looks up at the sky, missing a step, but Namjoon holds him by the waist. “God, I’m really drunk.”
And I wanna marry you , Hoseok thinks, amazed that he’s able to hold his tongue even when the champagne glasses want to push the words out of him. He watches silently in awe as Yoongi wraps his arms around Namjoon’s neck, getting on his tiptoes, only to kiss him softly on the lips, and he thinks it again. I want to marry them so fucking much .
“Hoba?” Namjoon calls, reaching out his hand. “Come here.”
Hoseok goes easily, humming when Namjoon’s lips connect to his. He puts his hand inside the right side of his pocket and wraps his fingers around the small velvet box. It would be so easy to do it now when they’re so happy, hugging in the street on a cold December night waiting for a cab, but Yoongi’s too drunk -- maybe he won’t remember it tomorrow, and that’s not something Hoseok wants him to ever forget.
“I want to be the middle spoon tonight,” he says instead of proposing.
“Okay,” both of his boyfriends reply at the same time. “As long as I’m the little spoon,” whispers Yoongi right after, and all three of them laugh.
A car pulls up near them and soon they’re inside; warm and safe, going to the place they always go back to, no matter how long or exhausting the night was.
Hoseok stirs awake in his sleep, but doesn’t open his eyes because holy fuck , that’s a way too strong headache for someone who only downed three champagne glasses. He whines, sinking onto the pillow, feeling Yoongi’s warm back against his chest. His boyfriend doesn’t move, which means he’s still fast asleep, and Hoseok hopes the amount of water Namjoon made him drink after he threw up last night will be enough not to make Yoongi have a hangover, too.
He doesn’t feel Namjoon against him, which most likely means he’s woken up to either work or make them breakfast (he secretly hopes for the former because Namjoon has burnt enough eggs for the three of them in the time they’ve been together). Mickey’s also not there, which could potentially mean Namjoon decided to take him for a walk because his boyfriend does enjoy walking in the morning; something he understands and shares the sentiment, but Yoongi doesn’t.
Hoseok thinks about getting up, finding himself some aspirin, maybe drinking a glass of water. But despite his headache, it’s so comfortable here with Yoongi, that he ultimately decides a little bit more sleep won’t hurt. It’s Saturday, after all, and he needs to feel good enough to go along with his plan.
Yoongi turns in his slumber and Hoseok blinks his eyes open just to look at his boyfriend’s peaceful expression. He wonders how he will react to the proposal. He knows it's unlikely he'll refuse; they have discussed the possibility of marriage before, after all. More than once, too.
They’ve been running towards their own dreams; Yoongi becoming a partner at the firm, Namjoon’s doctorate degree, Hoseok opening his own dance studio. It’s all happened now, they’re where they’ve always wanted to be - career wise. They’ve lived together ever since Yoongi came to the rational decision that it was simply too much work to keep three apartments when they were always sleeping together in one of them, anyway.
Why pay three rents when we can pay just one? He had asked, a very serious expression on his face with a sheet sitting prettily on the table that apparently contained all the benefits of moving in together. Why bother three roommates with sex noises when we can bother only the neighbors?
He does have a point , Hoseok had said.
We are not gonna bother our neighbors with sex noises, dear God , Namjoon had exclaimed, exasperated. Then, after a long stare from his boyfriends, he sighed. Fine, we will, but let’s try not to, it’s not cool.
“Will you marry me?,” Hoseok whispers to Yoongi’s sleeping features. “Will you spend the rest of your life complaining that I forgot to wash the dishes?”
Yoongi’s mouth’s slack open, brows relaxed. He’s very deep in his sleep, possibly dreaming, having no idea what Hoseok has just asked him.
The door cracks open and Hoseok turns slowly, catching his other boyfriend moving silently into the room (as silent as he can get, anyway) and behind him comes Mickey, who immediately jumps on the bed and curls up by Hoseok’s side.
Namjoon’s wearing a maroon sweater, the one hoseok gifted him three christmas' ago. It was the first time they had been celebrating as three parts of a whole. He walks towards their bathroom and Hoseok smiles to himself, not surprised that his boyfriend didn’t notice he was awake. He decides to roll out of bed and maybe surprise Namjoon in the shower, kissing Mickey in the stomach and watching as their dog walks closer to Yoongi. He can almost hear Mickey saying well if you’re going away I still have someone else to cling onto .
And Hoseok’s head’s still pounding, but he’s confident a few kisses will make it all better (even if just in spirit).
He opens the bathroom door to find Namjoon butt naked, ready to take a shower. His boyfriend turns around, a bit surprised by Hoseok’s presence. Then his face lightens up and he opens his arms as Hoseok steps into his space. “How are you feeling?”
“No talking,” Hoseon whines, placing his nose on Namjoon’s neck. “I feel like dying.”
“Get into the shower, I’ll make you some tea–”
“You’re naked already, it’d be a waste of time to just walk out of here…” Hoseok kisses a vein on Namjoon’s neck. “Besides, if we’re loud enough, maybe hyung will join us.”
Namjoon hums, caressing Hoseok’s hair. “Hyung does like that sort of thing…”
“It’s hyung’s most favorite thing, actually.” Hoseok lowers his hands to cup Namjoon’s asscheeks. “Yoongi loves to hear us.”
“Leave the door open, I’m sure he’ll wake up.”
Hoseok chuckles, moving back just enough to reopen the door. Yoongi’s still in the same position Hoseok left him in, except now, alongside a very cute dog, there’s a frown between his eyes, which means he’s either close to waking up or he’s having a nightmare. He hopes it’s the first.
Namjoon brings him to a kiss, a fierce one that doesn’t happen often this time of the morning– but then again, Hoseok has no idea if it is still morning. He has no idea how long he and Yoongi have been sleeping.
And all he knows for sure right now are three things; one; Namjoon’s hands all over him. Two; Yoongi will eventually wake up to join them. Three; he’s gonna ask these men to marry him by the end of this day.
Hoseok doesn’t ask his boyfriends to marry him by the end of that day.
It feels like the universe is against the gays, and he knows for a fact that’s not true.
“But I specifically remember telling you to settle,” Yoongi mutters on the phone, calm even in the face of chaos.
“Are they going to trial?” Hoseok asks Namjoon, who’s busy very carefully chopping up carrots for Yoongi to make them dinner.
“Most likely,” Namjoon sighs. “You know how hyung gets in the middle of a trial…”
“He comes to bed very late.” Hoseok pouts. “We’re already asleep, it’s really bad not to have him there as I go off to dreamland.”
Yoongi gives both of them a look and that makes Hoseok laugh and Namjoon chuckle. The older of the three sighs heavily; to them or to the phone, Hoseok isn’t sure. He turns around, listening to Jimin talk on the other end of the line.
“You think he’s tense?” Namjoon wonders, putting the chopped carrots aside and grabbing the onion. “I think he deserves a massage.”
“It’s not his birthday,” Hoseok argues just to tease Yoongi, Mickey curled up on his lap, but then his mind’s flying towards the rings he hid inside his nail polish drawer; not his birthday, but should be his engagement day. Stupid settlement. “He’s been on the phone for over an hour, though, so maybe a foot massage.”
Yoongi puts his hand over the speaker, pulling the phone away from his face just to mutter: “I hate you both.”
“Sure,” Namjoon scoffs, eyes filled with tears due to the acid coming from the onion he’s cutting. “Just leave us, then, I’d like to see how long you can go without me kissing your neck and Hoseok going down–”
“ Shut up ,” Yoongi hisses, but his cheeks are blushing so Namjoon probably considers this a win. Hoseok won’t lie; he does too because Yoongi looks beautiful when he blushes. “Yes, Jimin, I’m here. No , that’s too little money.”
Hoseok reaches out to wipe the tears off Namjoon’s face and his boyfriend whispers a thank you before continuing his work.
It takes Yoongi over 4o minutes to hang up the phone and come over to the kitchen, thanking Namjoon for getting things ready for him to cook. His voice is low and a bit dry, which means he’s not in the greatest of moods, which means it’d be idiotic of Hoseok to propose now.
Stupid fucking settlement.
Hoseok holds the little velvet box in his hands, staring at the TV, not exactly sure what’s happening on the k-drama, but that’s because he’s not paying much attention to it. He’s been sitting on the living room couch for hours, conflicted and a bit anxious. He normally wouldn’t mind having a day-off when everyone else is at work, but then he decided to buy wedding rings and it became all he could think about.
It’d probably sound stupid to his friend Seokjin, for example, that he’s waiting for the perfect moment to give his speech and go down on one knee, but his mother told him about his father’s “perfect proposal” so many times that Hoseok can’t just ask them for a lifetime commiment over chicken noodle soup. Or when one of them has had way too much to drink and may not remember it. Or if one of them didn’t have the greatest of days.
“It’s not where you do it, it’s how you do it,” Taehyung says over a phone call an hour later.
“The when is also important, and that’s what I’m desperately looking for, Tae.” Hoseok sighs, eyes on the beautiful golden bands. “Lately there’s no when that seems right.”
“You’re overthinking it,” Taehyung argues. “Yes, the moment matters, and the wedding matters, but you know what matters the most?”
“Here we go, shower me with wisdom.”
“The marriage.”
Hoseok kinda wants to roll his eyes because that was very cheesy, but Taehyung isn’t wrong. He closes the velvet box, puts it back inside his pocket, wondering if he shouldn’t just take them to the place where they had their first official date as boyfriends and ask them for forever in the place between the roller coaster and the carousel.
“Sounds romantic,” Taehyung says when Hoseok runs the idea by him. “Just do that, Hobi, it’ll be very special.”
“They’ll both be free on Saturday night, so I’ll take them and ask.”
Taehyung squeaks. “I’m so happy for all of you! I wish you all the happiness in the world, you know that, right?”
“I do, TaeTae.” Hoseok smiles. “Thanks for listening to my rant.”
“That’s what best friends are for. Tell me how it goes.”
“I will.”
“I’d love to, baby, but this trial is eating me alive ,” Yoongi says with the biggest pout Hoseok has ever seen. He’s on the floor, with a bunch of very confusing papers all over the center table and his glasses on, with Namjoon kindly massaging his shoulders behind him. “Can we go during the weekend? I’m sure the workload won’t be as bad, then.”
“Yeah, no problem.” Hoseok smiles, but both of his boyfriends frown, which means he didn’t do a great job pretending it’s no problem. He’s never been that good of an actor, that’s a fact. “Really, it’s fine.” And now he made it even worse.
Yoongi drops the pen he was holding over one of the documents and both men are up in no time, coming closer to Hoseok. “What’s wrong?” Namjoon’s the one to ask. “Are you sad?”
“No,” Hoseok replies too fast with a low voice and he only does that when he’s lying, all of them know it. Fuck, he’s really bad at acting. “Okay, fine, I just wanted to go back there, okay? And I’m sad that we can’t go tomorrow, but I understand why we can’t, so it’s alright.”
“Oh, babe,” Yoongi whispers, getting on his tiptoes to kiss Hoseok’s lips softly. “Since this is really important to you, I can take the night off tomorrow, and just work a little bit harder on Sunday.”
“I don’t want to get in the middle of your work,” he argues, feeling a bit silly. “It’s really fine, hyung, we can go next weekend.”
Namjoon caresses his nape, which sends goosebumps all over Hoseok’s body while Yoongi settles his fingers under Hoseok’s shirt, on his hip, caressing a spot there. He looks between the men he loves and once again all he wants to do is drop to his knees and ask their hands in marriage.
“Can you really take Saturday night off, hyung?” Namjoon asks, looking at the smaller man. “If you can, I think we should go.”
“Yes, let me just get some of these things done tonight, which means I’ll be coming to bed late,” he smiles. “But that’s the bargain I’m offering you, Jung Hoseok.”
“I’ll accept the deal, counselor Min.” Hoseok says, biting down his lip, unable to contain his excitement. It’s finally going to happen; he will ask them to marry him, in the place they officiated their relationship, between the lights and the happiness of other people, they’ll become the happiest ones there.
Hoseok doesn’t know how much more of this he can take.
He watches, in silent anger, as the rain pours heavily outside. It’s been going down since 3pm and it doesn’t look like it’s stopping any time soon. He got off work all wet, upset and cursing the entire universe, which is absolutely not him. He’s happy and sunny, not sad and grumpy.
Why is it that fucking hard to get a proposal to be right, to be what the loves of his life deserve? He’s really starting to reconsider if the universe likes the gays, after all.
The turning off keys lets him know one of his boyfriends has arrived home, and Hoseok turns to look just in time to catch Yoongi’s wet hair and suit, pink cheeks and annoyed expression enter the apartment. “Got so fucking wet, why is it raining like that?! It’s not even that time of the year.”
It’s because the universe is against me proposing to you , Hoseok thinks bitterly. “Yeah, it’s weird.”
“Namjoon texted, he said he’ll be home soon.” Yoongi takes off his black suit and goes straight to the laundry, dumping all of his clothes inside and coming back to the living room absolutely naked. He looks at Hoseok. “Sorry about the amusement park. But I can work tonight and we can go tomorrow instead?”
Hoseok nods, smiling a bit. There’s no difference between today and tomorrow, anyway. It’s just– 24 hours more until they’re all engaged. Hoseok can live with that.
Yoongi keeps looking at him, as if trying to guess what Hoseok’s thinking, and Hoseok feels kinda bad about it, as if he’s hiding something and well, he is , but it’s for a purpose.
“I can see your penis and you’re kinda humid,” he jokes, trying to light up the mood before Yoongi asks any questions.
“You see my penis all the time,” Yoongi argues, an eyebrow lifted, voice dripping with sassiness. “And sometimes you also see me humid.”
Hoseok chuckles, shaking his head. “Go take a shower so I can cuddle you before I lose you again to all of these damn court papers.”
“Okay, baby.” Yoongi offers him a smile before disappearing down the hallway and into their bedroom.
It doesn’t take long for Namjoon to arrive, and he walks inside just as wet as Yoongi did. He’s wearing a sweater, glasses filled with droplets of water. He closes the door behind him with a sigh, and pulls the wet clothing over his head, taking off the glasses and removing his shoes. “It wasn’t supposed to rain today.”
“Nope,” Hoseok replies with a pop and a pout, which makes Namjoon’s face turn soft and his dimples appear in a small smile. He starts walking towards Hoseok and the older man shakes his head. “ No , you’re all wet and I’m all warm.”
“I hear the shower running,” Namjoon comments, getting closer. “Maybe we could all join hyung in there. It is the reason why we looked for an apartment with a huge bathroom, after all.”
Hoseok rolls his eyes and a smile appears on his face, but he’s unable of not shivering a bit when Namjoon’s naked cold arms wrap around him. “You do have a point.”
“I always have points.” Namjoon kisses his neck. “Since we can’t go out, maybe we can have our own amusement park.”
“You’re unbelievable ,” Hoseok laughs, pushing him teasingly. “ God , just terrible with flirting.”
“Am I, though?”
Hoseok doesn’t reply to that, choosing to peck his lips instead. “Do you have some new shower kink? This is the second time this week.”
“The rain inspired me.”
“I won’t even say anything.”
Namjoon laughs and soon enough they join Yoongi in the bathroom. Their smaller boyfriend has shampoo on his head and smiles widely when he notices his boyfriends intend to get in the shower with him. “Two times in a week? Is this a newly developed kink?”
“No,” Hoseok says as he pulls his sweater over his head. “Namjoon’s just inspired by the rain.”
Yoongi starts washing off the shampoo. “It does sound like him.”
Hoseok’s sitting at the edge of their bed, watching as Yoongi applies a skincare product to Namjoon’s face, waiting for his turn. They’re dressed in boxers only, all dried up and warm, ready for bed (him and Namjoon, of course, while Yoongi’s probably only cuddling them after 3am; stupid fucking trial).
He once again thinks of the velvet box hidden inside his nail polish drawer, imagining getting down on one knee tomorrow and proposing to them between the carousel and the rollercoaster. Special, significant, amazing. Possibly even perfect. A moment to remember.
“I saw this really beautiful artwork today,” Namjoon says, taking Hoseok’s mind off the rings. “I was thinking of commissioning the artist to draw my bonsai.”
“That’s really cool,” Hoseok comments, hoping Namjoon can hear the smile on his face since he has his eyes closed.
“Do they draw humans too?” Yoongi asks, spreading the green product on Namjoon’s forehead. “I think it’d be so pretty to have a drawing of us hanging in the living room, next to Mickey’s, Holly’s and Moni’s portraits.”
“A big one?” Hoseok asks and Yoongi nods firmly. “Why are we so gay?”
“I know that’s rhetorical, but I think it’s more to do with being madly in love than the gay part.”
“You know it’s rhetorical, but here’s why ,” Yoongi jokes. “All done.” He turns to Hoseok. “Your turn, mister.” Hoseok closes his eyes and feels the cold product being applied to his skin almost immediately.
“It’s because some rhetorical questions really should get an answer,” Namjoon argues, so Yoongi pecks his lips quickly, which leads them all to be graced by Namjoon’s dimples.
“Okay,” Yoongi says slowly, spreading the cold material all over Hoseok’s face. “Can I ask Hoseok a rhetorical question that I think really deserves to be answered?”
“Was that a rhetorical question?” Hoseok wonders, jokling. “Cause you know you can ask me anything.”
“All done, smartass.” Yoongi’s hand stops moving across his face, so Hoseok opens his eyes. “No, that was not the rhetorical question I wanted to ask.”
“What was it, then?”
Namjoon’s sitting on the bed next to Hoseok and Yoongi’s standing in front of them with his difficult-to-decipher smile, all three of them covered with green face masks.
“Is that a velvet box in your drawer?”
Hoseok’s brain short circuits and he opens his mouth several times to say something, anything , but he can come up with absolutely nothing besides: “You don’t even like nail polish.”
That makes Yoongi chuckle airly and Hoseok pouts a bit, thinking he should probably have put it in a better spot.
“No, don’t pout.” Yoongi pecks his lips. “I’m genuinely wondering… Well, I’ve been wondering for weeks now, and it’s honestly killing me.”
Hoseok turns to look at Namjoon, who’s been silently staring at them this entire time, mouth slack open as if his boyfriends were suddenly green (well, they are at the moment) and letting him know they’re actually aliens.
“Joonie?” Hoseok calls. “Are you okay?”
Namjoon slowly nods his head, starting to frown, and Hoseok’s panic mode is immediately activated. Yoongi places one of his hands on Namjoon’s shoulder and massages it for a few seconds before asking: “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” Namjoon shakes his head, then exhales heavily, starting to giggle a moment after. “It’s just– Well, Hoba, the velvet box, what is inside it?”
“What do you think?” Hoseok says, but he’s not really asking. He stands up, going straight to the drawer and fishing the box, heart hammering against his chest. He doesn’t recall the last time he was this nervous. “It’s, uh, well.”
He clears his throat, and does the thing; drops on one knee and opens the box, showing his boyfriends three matching golden rings. Yoongi’s hand flies to cover his mouth, eyes shining, and Namjoon stands up immediately, a mixture of surprise and amusement on his face.
“I think I had a whole speech prepared, but it doesn’t matter,” Hoseok starts. “I mean, the speech isn’t what’s important. The commitment is important, this need that I have to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to be your husband, and I want you to be mine.”
“Hobi…” Yoongi trails off, kneeling in front of him. “Ye–”
“Let me ask!” Hoseok pouts and Yoongi laughs, eyes getting watery. But Namjoon remains silent, so Hoseok looks up at his other boyfriend, still standing, and the fear that he was wrong about this, about Namjoon wanting this, creeps in. “Joon? Do you not–”
Namjoon’s face morphs into panic in the blink of an eye, and he shakes his head furiously. “No, no, it’s not that! Wait here!” He runs out of the room, almost trips on the door and Hoseok’s frozen in place, down on one knee, with a velvet box open in his hands, and Yoongi’s staring at the door, confusion splattered on his face, equally on his knees.
“I just thought it was amusing,” Namjoon’s voice comes from the corridor and a second later he’s back inside the room, with another velvet box in hand. “That we both got rings.”
“Where did you hide this?” Hoseok asks at the same time Yoongi exclaims: “I was the only one who didn’t get rings? ”
The way he says it, with a pout and his arms crossed, makes Hoseok believe he has never loved Yoongi more. When he’s about to say that it’s okay he didn’t get rings, that they can still get married anyway and have two rings on their fingers, Yoongi shouts:
“I’m going to get rings right now!”
“Hyung,” Namjoon calls, holding his wrist as Yoongi’s starting to go out the door. “A couple things. First, your face is green. Second, no one proposed yet.”
“Exactly, I need to get the rings so we can all propose at the same time,” Yoongi argues like a child, which makes Hoseok laugh and love him even more. “About the green face, I’m sure it’s not the weirdest thing people at the mall have seen.”
“You’re probably right about that, but hyung, still,” Namjoon begins to argue, but the older of the three stops him with a finger to his mouth.
“I’m getting the rings,” Yoongi states, looking between them. “And you both will wait right here, without proposing . Okay?”
Hoseok shakes his head in endearment, “How can I propose if you’re not here, dumbass?”
“ I’ll be right back! ” Is all Yoongi replies to him before storming out of the room. Hoseok eyes focus on Namjoon, who looks just as endeared, and finally stands up; Yoongi said he’d be right back but God knows how long it’ll take him to find the perfect rings (Hoseok knows how hard it can be since he did it) and his knee was starting to hurt a bit.
The front door slams shut as he sits back on the bed and Namjoon laughs out loud. “I can’t believe he actually left the house looking like that.”
“Love does make people crazy.”
Namjoon looks at him, his hand running through Hoseok’s hair. “Yeah, it does.”
They’re in the kitchen enjoying ice cream when the door cracks open again, bringing in a very breathless Yoongi.
“Okay,” he says, closing the door behind him and kicking off his shoes. He drops his wallet on the sofa and walks towards them, placing both his hands on the counter. “The mall was closed. Well, mall s . I went to three. Apparently, it’s late.”
“Baby,” Hoseok half laughs, half laments.
“I’m sorry you couldn’t get the rings, but hey, we can wa–” Namjoon starts, but is cut off by Yoongi’s:
“Who said I didn’t get rings?” He wiggles his eyebrows, shoving his hand inside the pocket of his sweatpants and placing three plastic rings next to the ice cream box. They’re all different colors – one pink, one purple and one blue – and they all come with a shining fake diamond on top. “Got it at the gas station.”
Hoseok makes an excited sound in the back of his throat, taking one of the rings in hand to examine it better. Namjoon touches the other two with the tip of his fingers, and Hoseok doesn’t have to look at him to know that he’s smiling, dimples and all.
“I know it’s nothing like what you got, but–”
“It’s perfect,” Namjoon mutters as Hoseok shouts.
“Are you kidding?! This is amazing.”
Yoongi looks between them, eyes open wide in surprise, as if he wasn’t sure if his boyfriends would like the rings, which is silly. Hoseok has never wanted to kiss him more and he’s sure Namjoon feels the same.
“Are we going to wear all three?” Namjoon asks, placing his own velvet box on the counter next to Hoseok’s and Yoongi’s plastic rings. “I think we should.”
“The plastic ones are temporary,” Yoongi reminds him, coming closer. “We can’t possibly wear them in our hands forever, it’s not practical.”
“Forever,” Namjoon mutters, and the way the word rolls out of his tongue makes Hoseok’s heart beat just a little bit faster. “I like the sound of that.”
Hoseok takes the two velvet boxes and the three rings and brings them to the floor, getting on both knees. “Come here,” he says, reaching out to his boyfriends. Without saying anything, Namjoon and Yoongi get on their knees as well, in a small circle between the objects that symbolize love, commitment and eternity.
They look between one another, stupid silly smiles on their lips that reach far beyond their eyes, going deep enough to touch their souls and make home in their hearts. The words are tingling in Hoseok’s tongue, ready to be said, to be spoken and accepted by the universe, but someone else beats him to it.
“Will you both give me the immeasurable honor of marrying me?” Yoongi asks, voice choked up.
“Yes,” Namjoon says, tilting his body forward to peck Yoongi’s lips, and then his forehead.
“Yes,” Hoseok echoes, also kissing Yoongi on the lips. “Namjoon,” he turns to his other boyfriend. “Will you accept me as your husband?”
“Yes,” Namjoon says one more time, and before he can even move, Hoseok’s lips are on his. When he pulls back, Namjoon’s pouting. “I didn’t get to ask anyone.”
“Ask us, then,” Yoongi mutters, tears falling on his soft cheeks. “I will never be tired of saying yes to you.”
“Neither will I.”
Namjoon’s smile gets even bigger as he looks between the other men. “Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi, will you marry me and make me the happiest man I can possibly be?”
“Yes,” they reply together. Hoseok’s not sure who moves first but then they are holding each other and laughing and crying. He’s never felt anything quite like this. This is the happiest moment of his life.
“Wait,” he says after a while. “I didn’t get to ask Yoongi, that’s not fair.”
Namjoon’s laughter tingles on Hoseok’s chest. Yoongi places his hand on Hoseok’s cheek. “Ask me, Hobi. Please, ask me.”
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” Yoongi says and the word sounds like a song coming from his lips. “Of course I will.”
They kiss and cry some more, and then eventually remember about the rings. So many rings. Their fingers look pretty wearing them (especially the plastic one, they all agree).
Later that night, when they are lying in bed together, Yoongi’s head on Hoseok’s chest and Namjoon’s heavy breathing on his neck, all their hands connected over Hoseok’s belly, Hoseok looks up at the ceiling, body filled with so much warmth he thinks if he went outside right now he would be able to sulk up all the rain falling from the sky.
“I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me,” he whispers, knowing both of his fiancés are asleep. He will repeat that, though, in the morning. And the next day, and the day after that, and the following weeks, and months, and years. He will definitely repeat that on their wedding day, and all the anniversaries that come their way, and every day, as long as he is alive.
Forever .
Hoseok can’t wait for it.