DESK MATES ✔|SOPE|Yoonseok

73. Kittens, Puppies, and Rap Concerts (1)

"Yoongi, baby, please, this is literal torture."

Min Yoongi sat on top of Hoseok's kitchen counter with his uniform shirt unbuttoned half-way, begging, practically screaming for Hoseok to finish it off and undo the other buttons.

And he couldn't.

"Tell me what your project is, then," Yoongi shrugged, swinging his legs back and forth. He checked the time on his phone as Hoseok stood there helplessly, catching a mere, beautiful glimpse of his boyfriend's chest underneath the fabric of his shirt. The chest he'd been keeping hidden from him all week long. "Last chance before Jimin gets here."

Hoseok squeezed his eyes shut, seeking the few, last drops of strength deep within himself to keep his lips sealed.

Don't tell him. Don't tell him. Don't tell him. Don't--

Holllllly fuck he'd just caught a nipple, an actual nipple!

That was it. Hoseok was officially dying.

"You're cruel, Yoongi. So, so cruel," Hoseok whispered, his boyfriend glancing up at him with a slight brow raised.

"No I'm not," Yoongi shrugged again. "All you have to do is tell me what your project is. Pretty simple if you ask me--"

"Yoongi, you won't even fucking let me see you shirtless during sex!"

Hoseok flopped down into one of his dining table chairs and pressed a hand up against his cheek, letting out a pitiful huff of air. "I mean, is it really that important to you? That you have to deprive your own boyfriend of your sexy abs when you know damn well how much I love them?"

Yoongi's legs stopped swinging. "Well... 'deprive' is a strong word, Hobi—"

"No, it's not," Hoseok snapped. "You're being insensitive, Yoongs, and you know it. I don't see you punishing Namjoon for not telling you." 

Yoongi went silent, lips pressing flat together. Hoseok watched him as his gaze flitted from the end of the kitchen, up the stairs, and then straight down to the ground.

Oh, could it be? A twinge of guilt hiding beneath the surface?

Then, Yoongi looked up at him through his eyelashes and sat on top of his hands, shoulders caving in so that his shirt tightened around his chest. Quietly, he asked, "Are you actually mad?" As if the kitchen counter might crumble if he spoke any louder. 

Now that Hoseok was less focused on Yoongi's abs, he noticed his boyfriend was actually a complete mess and not even close to being ready for school, despite the fact they were supposed to leave in a few minutes.

One of his socks hung off his toes, and rebellious strands of mint hair hung in wisps above his eyelids, refusing to be smoothed down. Yoongi was able to get away with not brushing it that much back when he'd just gotten it cut, but now his hair was getting longer, almost to its original length. If he gave it a couple more weeks, he'd probably be back to constantly flipping his bangs out of his face. Yoongi couldn't even half-way button his shirt properly either, and he'd have to re-do it once he realized some of them were in the wrong places.

"Yes, Yoongi, I'm very mad," Hoseok said, stifling a laugh. He crossed his arms in a very serious-like manner and snuck a glance at his boyfriend, who's frown was now weighing down his lips as he stared at the ground between his feet.

Hoseok couldn't remember a time he'd ever actually been mad at Yoongi. Frustrated, maybe, but that was usually because of something dumb, like when he'd gone into his phone and changed the language to Chinese, or like when he refused to take off his shirt. Hoseok had learned that Yoongi didn't handle people being mad at him very well and tended to shut down entirely, sort of like car headlights slowly fading out.