THIRTY - "DROWNING IN YOU"

                                    

                                          
yoongi smiled 
as hoseok led 
him up to his 
apartment. 
thanking almost 
anything he could 
think of that the 
younger took him 
back so quickly 
and easily. he 
obviously missed 
him as much he 
did back.
                          
they entered 
quickly, hoseok 
placing his keys 
down on the 
small side table 
beside the door, 
slipping his shoes
 off before padding 
into the kitchen, 
already pulling 
out two glasses 
from the cupboard. 
                          
"would you like 
a drink?" he asks, 
filling up one of 
the glasses with 
water for himself, 
taking a refreshing 
sip to hopefully 
moisture the dry 
throat he's had 
ever since he laid 
eyes on yoongi. 
                          
"sure. water, 
if that's okay?" 
                          
hoseok nodded, 
filling up the 
second glass, 
passing it over 
to yoongi before 
their hands 
brushed, the 
younger completely 
panicking, the 
cup flying down 
to the floor as 
it shattered, 
spraying up their 
ankles. tears 
brimmed hoseoks 
eyes as he shakily 
ran from the 
kitchen, slamming 
the door to the 
bathroom and 
pulling himself onto
 the toilet, knees 
tucked under 
his chin. 
                          
why would 
yoongi ever 
want him back. 
he's an absolute 
nervous wreck, 
whimpering and 
crying over the 
slightest touch. 
it's like any human 
contact sends him 
back to that teacher. 
and it's all naphats 
fault. the man his 
sister was going to 
marry in a month 
or so. the wedding 
he'd be uninvited 
to following the 
news of naphats 
stupid wandering 
hands. 
                          
a tiny knock 
sounded throughout 
the bathroom as 
hoseok stayed 
quiet, the bathroom 
door was unlocked 
anyway. he'd not 
of thought to lock it. 
maybe that's because 
he secretly wanted 
yoongi to come in 
and comfort him. 
maybe not with 
touch, but at least 
with words. 
                          
"hoseok?" the 
door now creaked 
open, yoongi 
slipping in as 
he looked at the 
boy cuddled up 
on the toilet seat. 
"i'm sorry."
                          
hoseok chuckled, 
shaking his head. 
"what are you sorry 
for yoongs? it's not 
your fault."
                          
"but maybe if i 
hadn't of left that 
day then-"
                          
"please don't 
blame yourself." 
he whispered, 
feet sliding off the 
toilet seat so his 
legs fell with them. 
"it was bound to 
happen. he said 
he'd always wanted 
to try it out with 
a boy."
                          
yoongi swallowed, 
moving forward a 
little. "i won't break 
the promise i made 
that day."
                          
hoseok licked 
his lips. "i doubt 
you'd even want 
to keep it. i'm a 
mess yoongi. i'm 
covered in ugly 
scars, i hate the 
thought of contact 
and i can barely 
make it through 
one day without 
crying."
                          
"i made a 
promise."
                          
"i'd that why you're 
back? because of 
some stupid 
promise?" hoseok 
scoffed lightly. "i 
thought you came 
back for me. don't 
you want me 
anymore?" tears 
brimmed hoseoks 
eyes again. he didn't 
believe anything 
that came out of 
yoongis mouth, who 
would want him. 
absolutely fucked up. 
but yet he still 
wanted to hear
 yoongi say yes. 
                          
"oh." yoongi said 
quietly, eyes basking 
into hoseoks as 
suddenly the tiny 
bathroom felt far 
more smaller than 
it did before. hoseoks 
scent now lingering 
in the air as his body 
warmth radiated off 
of him. it was all 
intoxicating. some 
may say too much. 
but yoongi would 
say just right. "how 
could i not want you?"
                          
hoseok felt his 
chest clench. he 
try to make him 
believe it was lies. 
but the intense gaze 
he was receiving 
from yoongi and 
the way he saw his 
hand twitch as 
though he wanted 
to reach out and 
touch him made 
him wonder if 
yoongi was holding 
back. (he was. very 
much so.) so hoseok 
looked back up 
into the gaze, heart 
pounding, hands 
sweaty as he 
swallowed harshly. 
                          
"let me touch 
you." he spoke 
carefully, hoseoks 
hands reaching out, 
fingertips tingling 
with a anticipation 
of the skin of yoongi. 
the older frowned 
a little. 
                          
"a-are you sure? 
i don't want to rush 
anything. you need 
to take this slow. okay? 
and i understand
if you-"
                          
he was cut off. 
                          
hoseok had his 
hand, palm pressed 
to his pecs, fingers 
splayed as he 
grasped the material 
of his cotton t-shirt, 
sighing in satisfaction. 
and what shocked 
yoongi even more 
was when warm 
lips were pressed 
against his, kissing 
him ever so lightly 
before pushing back 
in, deepening 
it slightly. 
                          
yoongi pulled back.  
a whine emitting 
from hoseok. "why'd 
you do that?"
                          
"because you're 
rushing hoseok. 
and i don't want 
you to." yoongi spoke
slowly and carefully 
as hoseok shook 
his head. 
                          
"if i was rushing 
i would've shoved 
my hand down your 
trousers and 
made you cum."
                          
a twitch right 
down in yoongis 
groin as explicit 
images flashed 
in his mind. god 
he was gonna to 
have to wank later. 
                          
"let me kiss you. 
and touch you." 
hoseok whispered, 
leaning back in as 
yoongi slowly 
nodded.
                          
and that was 
all hoseok needed 
before pressing his 
lips back onto yoongi, 
the elders hands tightly
 by his side as he 
drowned in the flood 
that was jung hoseok.