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Hobin, laying on the L shaped sofa his little company has, had been thinking about how many times has it been that he almost threw his life away, just for donations? He couldn"t keep count. But, he definitely, undeniably values money more than anything in the world.
His viewers, including himself were all big idiots. But hey, at least he"s the only one getting the money, grabbing the bag, and that"s all that matters.
So,
It has been brought to his attention that a certain account, had been "shipping" him and Taehoon. He had to ask Rumi about the term, because asking Gaeul and Snapper would just be all worthless.
Let"s just say, THIS certain account is keenly and consistently giving his channel a very large amount of donations. Being the "good" newtuber as he is, he decided to do just this one thing for the viewer.
He emailed the account, gave his appreciation and gratitude and proceeded to ask them if they want him to give something in return.
To which the account replied,
> stanhobin_ : Just seeing you realize "it" would be enough, I"m suffering because of how dumb and oblivious you are.
> stanhobin_ has donated 90,000 won
- no deadline btw! ;) love ya even though you"re lame, upload videos more often you dumbass lol.
"Man, what?!" he exclaimed, exasperated sigh follows suit.
If it wasn"t for the donation he received, he would have applied the Calf kick he"s been training to this person.
Anyways, his interactions with Taehoon had been awkward after this. Because he had to gather everything he has, and wring all his brain cells to come up to a conclusion as to why would this account would even think there"s something going on between them.
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Snapper has spent a good amount of time observing some people in this office while munching on a pack of skittles. It turns out that the two idiots, Taehoon and Hobin have been quite....distant. They"re never that close to be hanging out all the time to begin with, but, they are certainly aren"t that distant to each other either. They pester each other in one way or another all the time.
Actually, correct that, Hobin is the only one being distant, it seems. Is this idiot already over being a dumbass and actually grew up once and for all?
Seeing as how he dramatically sat on the stairs, with his hands rubbing on his chin and a ray of light (?) that came from nowhere, shining on him like a spotlight, Snapper was convinced that nothing will change Hobin.
Taehoon on the other hand isn"t doing so well. Come on now, you gotta be blind if you don"t know what"s up with Taehoon and his "issues" with Hobin. He obviously likes the latter. It"s so painfully obvious for someone who actually has wit, except for Hobin and Gaeul, those two have the same brain anyway.
He"s always angry and gloomy and grumpy that it"s getting into his nerves. But Snapper wouldn"t even dare complain, of course, he don"t wanna have his face bruised any time.
Because apparently, Taehoon happened to received a very, very alarming news. It was that Hobin has been training MMA with someone and it"s the exact reason why he missed some of Taehoon"s classes. Now, that is a very big issue to Taehoon, if Hobin cares about money, Taehoon definitely cares about Taekwondo a lot....and Hobin, maybe.
Snapper on his seat wouldn"t stop squirming, they need an idea for an upcoming livestream soon and something is bothering the star, Hobin, which is so not good! He stood up and was about to approach Hobin to abuse his ears with a good lecture but he felt that someone is just looming behind his back, there"s three of them on the office right now, meaning that that"s got to be Taehoon, so being the coward that he is, he ran away and immediately left the building.
"I"m so sorry, Hobin! You gotta handle it on your own for a while!" Snapper shouted as he goes scrambling away, eager to leave Taehoon"s wrath.
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The tension between them was thick, it was slowly getting unbearable, so with a stretch of his left arm and a yawn, Taehoon menacingly approached Hobin on the staircase.
"Yo, you bastard." Leaning on the rails of the stairs, he tilted his neck and pointed to Hobin"s face.
"What"s up?" Hobin replied awkwardly.
The brunette clicked his tongue at the reply. "Don"t "what"s up" me, you dumbass. What"s wrong? Why aren"t you attending your damn Taekwondo lessons?" he asked.
Even though Taehoon might be the only one sensing it, something is definitely wrong. Hobin has been avoiding him like a plague. Even outside classes.
"It"s nothing, just busy with um..."
Hobin seems to be having a hard time thinking of how to lie, he just went through the things he did this week and tried to find anything good to reason. He didn"t do anything that much except training MMA though, so with a small "fuck it." He decided he"ll just go with that.
"What??" Taehoon asked impatiently. Thinking about how much Hobin had been stammering like he"s gonna get killed in an instant.
"Um... MMA?, No! Wait, it"s Bomi I think. Something is up with us, you know!" He answered, terribly. Decided to lie the last second like the idiot he is.
Taehoon cocks an eyebrow. In which two of those reasons, he seems to dislike both.
"So that"s why? You went bitching around than trying to enhance your shitass kicks then?" Suddenly, Taehoon was in an awful mood, his chest tightening a little and there"s something, an awful feeling on the pit of his stomach.
Hobin certainly did not appreciate the name calling. "What? Don"t call Bomi a bitch!" he stood up and exclaimed.
"No point in defending her now, you know there"s also new " "connections" you had been meeting up with lately, right? With your MMA coach.....Munseong? So, you just decided to just drop out my class or what? Are you not training your kicks anymore, is the deal already broken here?"
He tried to reason back, he knows that what he"s currently saying would obviously raise some questions into the others mind, like, why is he always bringing up Munseong.
"I am training it, just, uhm, I just thought I"d also get some extra training from Munseong?" Hobin brushed off. Lie, lie, lie.
That name again, if Taehoon can physically kick a word, he would. This undescribable feeling is eating him away and he doesn"t have any idea how to deal with it.
"Keep your MMA to your ass, bastard."
Confused, Hobin asked, "Why are you so mad anyway?"
"Why am I so mad? Who says I"m mad?" Taehoon replied while scanning his surroundings, just in case someone was in here again.
He doesn"t even notice how he cornered Hobin into the staircase and got his face way too close to the other.
Hobin, cornered by someone who can easily leave him unconscious, have no choice but spill it. He also feels a little flustered by the closeness.
Suddenly whispering, Hobin explained, "You!.. fine then, I need to think about this... particular thing, okay? It has something to do with my feelings, and romance...? I know it sounds cheesy to you but...wait, woah, don"t get too close. It"s...kinda getting into my head since this viewer brought it up." He squeezed himself farther into the staircase, not meeting the other"s gaze.
Taehoon had a definite idea of what Hobin might be hinting at.
Scoffing and turning his head away, disappointment bubbling in his body, he spoke. "You liking someone? Guessed it."
Who is he anyway? for Hobin to tell his secrets, for Hobin to have any interest in. If his mood before is awful, now it"s definitely worse, it"s like he"s been drained of energy and motivation and all that.
"Wait..." Hobin stared at him with his eyes blown wide, tips of his ears a little red still because of the closeness.
Completely gave it away. So, it is exactly what he thinks it is, then.
"Fuck off. I got something to do, don"t come to my class if you don"t wanna. I hate your face." Taehoon doesn"t even want to hear anything what else Hobin might say. It would be dangerous for him. Gathering all his belongings in the sofa he previously sat on, he began storming his way out with Hobin tailing behind him and tapping his back.
Hobin can"t seem to get an answer out of him, he shouts, confused, "Wait! Where are you going, you!"
But the other definitely did not give a flying fuck. "Taehoon, you ass!"
He sighed as he watched Taehoon ride away with his bycicle, wondering why was he getting so worked up for. Now, the bickering just seemed to contribute more to his headache.
He can"t ruin his relationship with Taehoon now, he"s one with their little company! And with another reason as well....Hobin just can"t place his finger on what exactly is it.
So, he decided, "Fuck it." He would attend the class tomorrow.
Thinking about the things that took place today, Hobin grumpily jumped on the sofa and decided to just spend the night there at the office, sprawled out on the sofa.
Whatever, he"s the boss anyway.
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And so the time passed,
Hobin can"t sleep, he just rolled around the sofa, and his deadass brain forced him to think about things he shouldn"t.
He thought of Taehoon, all night...long.
Starting from when he felt this thing when Taehoon particularly barged into their territory, and how he save for his sorry ass by kicking someone"s face as a "cool" entrance. All memories, feelings from their past experiences and Taehoon"s suggestive actions just resurfaced and realization dropped into his brain like a dynamite, and then it exploded.
Boom.
He realized it...he realized "it". Whatever the viewer was pertaining to. Maybe, he does like Taehoon? In that-that way.
He can feel his cheeks heating.
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In the end he didn"t sleep a wink, and wasted the night thinking about his feelings and Taehoon. Oh, he definitely has a crush on Taehoon, he definitely likes him. So what? Fuck it all.
He pushed it aside for now and was determined to gain Taehoon"s favor again. He didn"t notice that he was avoiding Taehoon. He just felt really awkward. He still needs to swoon Taehoon to make him forgive him, Taehoon"s one of the most important person in his current life and an asset in his company.
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Early in the morning, the sun is still sleeping, with dark spots under his eyes and a dehydrated throat, Hobin was already in front of Taehoon"s dojo with a milk bread he brought on a 24/7 convenient shop on the way there. He isn"t sure if Taehoon is still upset, and he doesn"t wanna get beaten. The bread was sort of a bribe for forgiveness.
Sighing, he ran his hand through his hair and stuffed the bread into his backpack, there"s no going back, he needs Taehoon sooner on the company.
And so he finally decided to open the doors of hell, "Hello, Taehoon, you there?" Hobin called softly while removing his shoes upon entering, the place still has the windows closed, understandable, since it was still pretty early.
But, he knows that Taehoon is up around this time, as he read every text the group chat has to say this early in the morning.
Maybe he"s just being ignored. He looks around and slowly stepped inside the softly lit dojo.
"Taehoo- ack!" A kick from behind the knee made him fall face first into the ground, luckily there"s soft mat, or else he would"ve had a broken nose. The kick is not that strong, he heard Taehoon chuckling softly.
"What finally brings you here? You got over your deary MMA teacher and Bomi, so now you want me again?" The taller man asked before throwing the taekwondo uniform Hobin would always wear, on his face. Earning Taehoon a small yelp.
"Wait! I"m not here to train!"
Hobin explained while trying to get into his uniform right on the spot, he couldn"t have Taehoon kicking his ass out if he doesn"t.
"Hmm, oh, but you will."
Taehoon was surprisingly already on the other side of the room, kicking his poor punching bag, which makes a loud "wack" sound everytime a contact is made. Err, Hobin shuddered, "I don"t think I can walk if I get hit by that."
Oh, right, Hobin is here to say something, "Well, I need to ask you some questions since you walked away on me yesterday."
Taehoon shrugged him off and continues what he"s doing. "Nah, not interested." Wack! Hobin grimaced.
Ignoring his nonchalant-ness, he asked, "Why are you so angry yesterday? It"s not like it"s my first time not attending class." Hobin is just throwing his life away, but whatever. Rather have himself killed by Taehoon than any other. Eww, Hobin is physically cringing at himself.
"How won"t it anger me? You were ignoring me for days, not attending my classes, for someon- something else." Taehoon deadpanned, putting his hands on his hips.
"You"re just a little more..pissed off yesterday, I skip your classes often and you don"t react like that." Hobin nervously fidgeted.
An exasperated sigh can be heard,
"You"re obviously avoiding me." The taller deadpanned. And Hobin"s face made an unrecognizable expression.
"Whatever, bastard." Taehoon groaned and scratched his head.
He decided to let go of the topic. Hobin just keeps staring at him. And just kept on staring. The tension in the air is getting thicker, and it"s becoming a little overwhelming for Taehoon. With all the closed windows, dim lights and Hobin.
The latter opened his mouth, "Just to clear any confusion, master-"
Taehoon grimaces, surprised by the sudden title. "Don"t call me master right now."
But, Hobin, being the stubborn idiot he is, still did, "Master, I am not ignoring you these past days, I"m just thinking about something."
Taehoon was taken aback when he met the others" eyes, he was staring directly at his soul, carefully studying how he moves, he felt so exposed that he knows his ears had started turning red. Hobin"s real serious for once, and it"s...interesting.
"Fuck you." Taehoon shrugged the feeling, "Spill it." As he squeezed himself to the part of the room with lesser light, to hide himself a little. He won"t back down, though, so despite the distance, he stared back into Hobin"s eyes just as deeply.
"You probably wouldn"t have any idea of what I"m going to talk about, I think I"m finally realizing what a viewer meant." Hobin stated as he laid down on the floor mat, caressed his hand on his chin and stared at the ceiling. Then proceeded to tell about the email he received, he crossed out the part that it involves Taehoon, though. Taehoon crosses his arms and cocks an eyebrow.
Hobin, still staring at the ceiling, mumbled. "So, I"ve been thinking hard, about something, like a crush-" Ended suddenly when his face was almost met with a kick! He sat straight up again and held his chest, heaving, as if he"s going to have a heart attack.
"The fuck you mean?" Taehoon shouted, interest absolutely piqued. Very well for Hobin.
Hobin was still heaving from surprise, "Jesus.. what if you just let me finish what I have to say first?" stammering as he shouts. Taehoon just flipped him off. Tsk, this guy.
After a while, Hobin recollected himself and sat properly again.
"Someone, erm- said that I should have something I should realize, even Snapper, Rumi, everyone-" Hobin awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and pretended to look at the surroundings.
"I"m not following." Taehoon threw a glove at his face. He just picked it off the floor.
"That"s why you should just let me speak!" Hobin hissed, and looked at the gloves that got thrown at him. Sighing, he continued, AGAIN. Watching intently as Taehoon flawlessly kicked a training bag.
"I"ve been trying to understand things, romantic things, specifically. I thought about what I really feel about Bomi, and about what I feel towards this other person. How I feel a little annoyed when this person shows interest to someone, how much I treasure their company and how much this person has helped me through literally almost all my fatal moments."
The latter stopped kicking his punching bag and replied,
"If you"re here for your talk that includes Munseong or Bomi, I don"t wanna hear it."
Hobin continued, "They, Snapper, Rumi- everyone doesn"t know that I already have feelings for this person long time ago, I guess I just have too much on my plate before and it got pushed at the back of my mind so deeply that it never crossed my thoughts again."
Taehoon is getting impatient as he listens to Hobin babbling about someone he might be infatuated to. "And.....?"
Hobin stopped what he"s doing and slumped down, looking straight at the floor and hung his head low, "I don"t know..."
There was a good minute of awkward silence. Taehoon decided to break it by faking a cough.
Hobin proceeded to continue, "All I"m saying is, I didn"t know about how they see me until I heard it from other people, and it got me thinking, that if someone else notices, then it"s possible and obvious, right? I"m still not sure, I trust them but what if it"s a prank? All of you view me as an idiot, anyways." Hobin points at Taehoon accusingly.
"I"m failing to see how does all of that bullshit involves me, and why are you telling this to me. Stand up, let"s train." Taehoon stated bitterly.
Really, all this shit that Hobin"s saying doesn"t make sense, is this on purpose? Does Hobin know how he felt about him, and decided to mock and torture him? If he"s going to be honest, Taehoon is feeling both awful and jealous right now to the point he wants to fight Hobin, and kick him out just so he would stop talking.
"Stand up, and get this over with." Taehoon repeated.
His punching bag is leaking sand, because of how hard he would hit it every time Hobin would imply liking another person in his presence. It sucks, it really does. If what he felt in the office is bad, this one is unbearable.
Do Hobin need to rub it in his face? Does it really-
"It"s you."
Taehoon"s train of thought came to a halt and starts to process what Hobin just said.
"It"s me, what?" Taehoon turned to face him fully.
Hobin hesitated. "It"s you I"m taking about. I like you, don"t make me say it again. I like you like, like-like. Do you like me too? Is this weird? Is this alright?" Hobin is a bundle of nerves right now, his hands are trembling and his nervousness is eating away his bravery, he"s too embarrassed, ears and cheeks all red, visible under the dim hue.
Hobin had gathered all the courage he has all his life and blurted it out. Fuck it, he"s a loser, and he got nothing to lose anyways, he thought.
As the pregnant silence still continues on consuming the place, he spoke, "I"m sorry, this is so cheesy. I understand if you don"t have anything to say. Sorry, Taehoon." His brain is experiencing short circuit at how Taehoon is giving him nothing but silence. He couldn"t look up at him to see his reaction and he wouldn"t dare. He threw away his pride and dignity altogether. He wished the floor would just swallow him whole, right here, right now.
After almost five minutes of silence, Hobin decided to grab his bag and attempts to leave, only to be greeted by a hard kick on his backpack, seemingly measured to not hurt his back directly. Though, it still sent him flying back to the dojo. Oh no, his bread would be all messed up.
Bewildered and still embarrassed after the confession, he finally turned to look at Taehoon with his face and ears all bright red.
"What the...you! That hurts!" He exclaimed, stammering and avoiding Taehoon"s gaze.
Taehoon replied with a chuckle, and an amused eyes, "Stop overreacting, I hit the backpack."
He walked towards Hobin, whose one step away from begging him to spare his life.
Taehoon kneeled in front of Hobin and caged him with his arms both placed just beside his waist. "You like me, yeah?" He asks, and leans in closer.
"...Yeah." Hobin basically shouted, flustered by the distance, by everything. The dim lights and the closed windows isn"t helping at all, by the way.
Taehoon smirked and leaned closer to Hobin"s face, which is currently as red as a tomato.
His feelings are all over the place right now, his heart pulsating erratically, he can feel his cheeks heating, and his smirk growing wider. But one thing is clear, he"s currently overjoyed that he wants to go around and destroy every punching bag he can set his eyes on.
Still positioned dangerously close to the other, he crouched a little bit to level Hobin"s face, locked his eyes into his and leaned in closer, whispering, "So it"s alright if I do this then. May I....?" He hoped he gets the point across.
Hobin averted his gaze and curtly nods, gulping as he do so. Taehoon nods back in acknowledgement and cupped Hobin"s chin. Not bothering to waste any more second, he then closed the gap between their lips.
Hobin was startled at first but relaxes after a while, as he unconsciously brushed his finger through Taehoon"s wrist. The kiss was gentle, soft and full of emotions at first until Taehoon slowly raised his hand to brush Hobin"s nape and held the back of his head for support. Taehoon knows he wants more. He pulled away for a second to ask for permission, but it"s seemingly useless as Hobin tried to chase his lips when he did.
Closing the gap once again, the kiss this time was a little bit more passionate, and deep as Hobin tilted his head and leaned more closely. Taehoon feels hot all over, and he feels his face getting warmer and warmer, he raised his other hand and held Hobin"s flank.
After a few seconds, Taehoon felt Hobin nibble at his bottom lip. He knows what that means. He parted his lips open, each other exploring each other"s mouth. Hobin kissing back clumsily, learning as they go along.
Hobin, under his touch, can"t help but squirm, and shudder at the feeling. And oh boy is he liking it.
Taehoon left the other"s lips and started leaving trails of pecks along his cheek towards his jawline, as the latter"s breathing slowly getting heavy. With his hands supporting Hobin"s back, he ran his index finger against his spine.
He looked at Hobin"s eyes, and blinked. Hobin looked back at him, and nods. So Taehoon went back to his cheek, leaving butterfly kisses until his lips goes down to Hobin"s throat, he nibbled and sucked softly and stopped. Mischievously, he peeked at Hobin through his lashes with his face flushed and pupils dilated, which earned him a groan. He teasingly bit the skin.
Taehoon pointed at a certain spot on his neck, "Hickey, please?"
"What, huh? Oh, no, no! I have school, Taehoon, you jackass, the uniform can"t cover up that-" ignoring Hobin"s request, Taehoon ran his tongue along Hobin"s throat and started to suck and bite quite aggressively. Intentionally leaving him a hickey that would last for a while.
" -can"t cover up that high." Hobin is struggling to keep his voice in control because of how Taehoon kept caressing his hips and how he keeps giving his neck attention.
"You....you have a class with Munseong tomorrow, yes?" Hobin felt Taehoon grins against his throat. He can"t speak, he nods.
"This might help repel insects, then." Taehoon kept holding his back with the other hand. They"re at the very corner of the dojo, hiding at the darkest part of the room. Still nibbling and sucking on Hobin"s throat, collarbone and his jaw.
Hobin moans quietly, and slapped his own hand to his mouth. Taehoon groans in reply, and removed it. His hand massaging Hobin"s thigh to help him relax. Every little mewls go straight to his member, thank heavens he isn"t wearing his usual jeans, or it would"ve felt so tight.
Breathing heavily and blushing all over, he looked at Hobin. Kissing him deeply again and Hobin had never looked so beautiful. His face all flushed, eyes all droopy, and his lips were slightly swollen and everything they did was kiss.
Taehoon is feeling hot and bothered, he wants more of this. Hobin kept drawing circles in his shoulder blades, as if he"s doing it for comfort.
At this point, Hobin is straddling his lap and his hand supporting the smaller"s back, his own leaning against the wall. They kept kissing and kissing, tongue against tongue and heart beating in sync with each other.
He"s getting light headed after all of this and how Hobin looks really nice in his eyes right now, adorned by the marks that he left and lips all kiss-swollen. But Hobin"s eyes, half lidded, has purple tinge underneath them, it"s as if he"s lacking sleep. There are still leftover scratches from his previous fights left in his face. He ran his finger through some.
With Hobin still straddling his lap, he carefully adjusted his posture and crossed his legs. Hobin now nuzzling against his shoulder, looking dizzy and sleepy, still flustered.
"You like me huh? I"m irresistible like that, huh?" Taehoon teased.
Hobin closed his eyes, "I still need you to beat some guys in my stead." Taehoon chuckled.
He can take care of his needs later, when he"s by himself. But right now, Hobin was on the verge of sleeping, and so Taehoon lets him. With Hobin"s face on his shoulder and his chest breathing slowly and relaxed. Taehoon caressed his hair to lull him.
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Hearing a tune and feeling like he"s being carried, Hobin started to stir awake.
He opened his eyes only to be met by a fuzz of brown hair, he looked around and asked, "What the, where are you taking me? What time is it?" Raising his head and rubbing his eyes, he realized he"s being carried by Taehoon on his back.
Taehoon hums in response, and gripped Hobin"s thigh a little tighter.
Hobin groaned and leans his forehead onto Taehoon"s nape, "I still have a Livestream to do today, shit."
Taehoon"s long strides becomes little steps, "You mean you have a fight today...again?" He keeps walking, not affected by Hobin"s weight on his back.
The wind blew strong, and the sun shone brightly. Illuminating the dark alley they are currently in.
Yawning a little, Hobin replied.
"Yeah."
The brunette turns his head a little, "No, I"m taking you to the office, you dumbass. Let"s just waste the day there." Taehoon suggested and basked on the feeling of the afternoon sun and Hobin"s warmth behind him.
"But money..." the latter grumbled, feeling sleepy again, and kicks his feet a little but Taehoon lightly slapped it.
"Are you kidding me? No, we"re going to the office. If you don"t want to, I can just knock you out."
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As they arrived to the office, they"re greeted by...nothing. The office, as usual, was filled with the other members sprawled out and minding their own personal businesses. All except Rumi, who stares at them both from afar, giggling as she watched Taehoon carry an asleep Taehoon, both still wearing their Taekwondo uniform.
Skipping to her phone on the counter, she sent a message to a familiar email,
to: viralhit@-----
>stanhobin_ : Congratulations, CEO. (>_^)<3, enjoy the 90,000 won- err, I meant to say....enjoy your new boyfriend. ;)
And then she sent it gleefully, returning her eyes to the way Taehoon just dropped Hobin onto the couch and sat beside him. His fingers maliciously brushing against Hobin"s collar, pulling it down, revealing tons of.....very visible hickeys. Smirking, seemingly pleased by his work.
Rumi can"t help but take a picture.
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Fin.