When Yoongi had Hoseok ready, he kissed back up his body, pulling his legs up as he positioned himself and kissed Hoseok. "I love you, Hoseokaa," Yoongi said as he pushed into Hoseok and covered his mouth with his. That evening Hoseok took Yoongi out to dinner to thank him for being there for Taemin, even though it should have been Yoongi taking Hoseok out for them almost getting caught that morning by Taemin and Jimin.
Yoongi thought it would be a great idea to sneak out to the pool after they made love where they continued to make out. Hoseok was glad that he grabbed their robes as he was pulled from the bedroom by Yoongi because when Taemin was calling for Hoseok that morning, he was able to grab his robe and get out of the pool to meet him closer to the house so Taemin couldn't see that Yoongi was naked in the pool. At the end of dinner, they were just sitting, drinking wine, and enjoying one another's company, when Hoseok decided to ask something he had been wanting to ask for a while.
"Tell me about your family?" Yoongi looked across the dining table at Hoseok. "Why don't you ever talk about your parents? And you only have one sister, right?" Yoongi sat the wine glass that he was drinking from down and swallowed. "Honestly, there is nothing to say about my parents.
I haven't spoken with them for years. Once I came out to them, they disowned me." "Yoongiaa, I am sorry."
Hoseok was, he really hadn't known why Yoongi never talked about them. "Your sister too?" Yoongichuckled, "Yeah, I think she graduated the same year as you. She doesn't talk with me either, not that she gives a shit about me being gay.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
We were never that close, so when my parents disowned me, it gave her an excuse to pull away completely." Yoongi looked at Hoseok. Hoseok even looked like he wished he hadn't opened this line of questioning with Yoongi.
"Hoseokaa it is okay. It has been a long time; it doesn't bother me anymore." "How old were you?" "Twenty-one, senior year of college.
I am just glad that I had finished all the requirements for a general education degree, of course specializing as a Phys-Ed teacher. During the off-season I did my student teaching, just in case the pros didn't happen. I didn't think that Taeyang would beg me not to go.
I was thinking more about a possible injury or not being good enough." "Ten years?" "What?" "Haven't you been following this conversation at all Yoongiaa?" Hoseok asked. Yoongi laughed, "Yes, Hoseokaa it has been ten years since I last spoke to my parents or anyone from my family.
Do I know how anyone is? No. Do I know if anyone is dead? No. Does it bother me now? No. Did it use to? Yes.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
But Hoseok, I am not going to open old wounds. If my family really wanted to find me, they have the money to find me. It isn't that I am far from where I grew up; hell, from where WE grew up. I teach at the same fucking private school we all graduated from.
I am sure all the alumni were told when I was hired, who I was the son of." Yoongi was trying to keep his voice low, and Hoseok could tell that he had hit a nerve that ran very deep. Hoseok reached across the table and held Yoongi's hand in his.
