"S-sir?"
He stutters, cheeks tinting red as he adjusts his falling glasses up to his nasal bone.
"Hoseok, I need you to marry me."
"What?!"
The male shouts, heart racing wildly as he he stares at the silver haired male in disbelief.
[YoonSeok]
*Slo...
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Yoongi walks out of the room with his hair still soaking wet from the hot shower, dressed in a casual grey sweatpants and a black tank top with a towel hanging on both his shoulders. He plops down on the couch with a lazy yawn as his gaze slowly shifts to his husband who's laying on the spacious side of the couch with a bag of chips in hand and eyes glued to the huge tv screen intently.
The brunette doesn't seem to acknowledge his presence, the true crime series having him on the edge of the seat. Yoongi does not like that, call him a brat, but he hates that the smaller is not paying him attention.
He coughs into his palm, obnoxiously loud, watching as the younger only munches on the junk food without sparing a single glance his way.
"Doll..."
"..."
"Hoseok..?"
"..."
"Jung Hoseok, you better pause that damn show and listen to me right now."
The brunette clicks his tongue in annoyance before doing as told, sitting up with a cute glare set on his face. Yoongi wants to laugh at how adorable he looks.
"What?"
"My friends are coming over tomorrow for dinner. They'd been pestering me for your cooking and wanted to know if you'd be able to cook for them. I said yes."
The man groans, slowly leaning back on the couch with his legs spread and hips jerking up ever so lightly. Hoseok could feel his throat tingling, the apple of his cheeks turning pink as his gaze wanders over the taller's physique.
"Earth to Hoseok...?"
The brunette clears his throat, trying to bury those arousing emotions of lust pooling across his stomach.
Did Yoongi notice that little look of yearning?
"You said yes without asking me?"
He tries to sound annoyed but those words were nothing but a meek whisper. Yoongi tilts his head, ruffling his dripping hair making it look messier by the minute.
"I... Yeah...?"
"Yoongi! It's barely been two days since we got back home. I'm very exhausted so I really don't appreciate you making this decision without my consent."
Hoseok exclaims, falling back into his position as he grabs the remote to resume his show. Yoongi sighs before standing up, slowly striding across the room towards the laying man.
The brunette gulps, catching the older's act through his peripheral vision making his heart race in nervousness. He doesn't look up, pearly teeth chewing on his lower lip.
Yoongi bends down, hovering above him but not quite. Hoseok closes his eyes as a drop of his husband's wet hair hits his cheek, the hold on his lower lip releasing. The black haired male shifts his gaze to the glistening plump lips with a soft smile.
