If I could go back... I wouldn't

2: The Morning After

When Yoongi wakes, he's comfortable under the fluffiest comforter he's ever felt. He nuzzles into the fabric, sniffing deeply and happily sighing, closing his eyes as his body relaxes back into the bed. His mind is foggy, his omega happily purring inside, happily whispering to yoongi, mate,mate, mate.

Yoongi snorts, pressing up against blankets solid behind him, settling before realizing that his omega is settled because they're still at hoseok's and this is hoseok's perfect freaking comforter and it's Hoseok's smell that is mixed with his that's Making him so content and-

Yoongi groans, hiding under the blankets before peaking out to scan the room. No hoseok in sight. No clothes from last night on the floor. His ears twitch, yup, that's the washer running. He lifts his nose high, as far as he can crane his head without leaving the warmth of the comforter. Is that bacon?

Yoongi's Stomach grumbles in affirmation. He hides back in the comforter, thinking about the best plan of attack. His omega whines, protesting, but Yoongi really should be getting home.

'Here we go,' he thinks, peeling back the safety of the comforter, arms erupting in goosebumps as he makes his way to the dresser, picking out a nice oversized tee and some sweats.

At least hoseok's Style and his match. He finds a pair of sandals in his closet and steals one of the hoodies hung there just for the kick.

Shuffling, he stands before the door separating him, his omega, and the one thing that could change his life forever. Already /did/ change his life forever. He sighs, opening the door to face death.

Though, at least he's Pretty to look at. Hoseok stands at the bar of his kitchen, plating breakfast. Yoongi follows his side profile, cute perfect slope of his nose, can even see that freckle on his lip he loved to tongue at.

All that beauty, and the one thing that makes him groan internally sits beside the gorgeous alpha. Yoongi squints his eyes, and zeroes in on a coffee mug. Damn him, he knows him too well.

Hoseok's Nose twitches, before turning around with a blinding smile. "Hyung!" He beams, taking in yoongi's appearance. His eyes darken before he swallows, "come eat hyung. Made just for you." Hoseok says sweetly.

Yoongi feels his body move on it's own, his omega steering him right towards hoseok's chest instead of the seat. Hoseok fumbles, placing the pan down before yoongi's Face makes contact with his chest.

He hums happily, wrapping his arms around yoongi, kissing the top of his head. Yoongi melts, letting his eyes close. His heads empty, feeling Hoseok scent him, letting his hands rub down his back, before they settle low, rubbing smooth circles.

Yoongi feels his eyes sting, scent souring as he remembers why exactly he went out to party last night. Why he happily went home with Hoseok knowing full well why they had broken up, knowing that now they'll never get back together, because he's /sterile/.

Yoongi sobs, tears flowing freely to soak Hoseok's Shirt. Hoseok's arms still before wrapping him up tighter, shushing him gently. Yoongi can smell him pumping out calming pheromones but he just shakes his head, ugly crying into Hoseok's neck.

Hoseok's deep soothing voice tries to comfort him, "my sweet baby boy, my perfect omega." Yoongi sobs, such an ugly noise, "nooo" he whines, waterlogged. He sniffles but his nose is clogged.

Yoongi's grabbing Hoseok's Shirt tight on either sides. Hoseok giggles lightly, one his hands leaving Yoongi's back, pulling back. Yoongi panics, whimpering, presses himself to Hoseok's Front.

Hoseok pushes Yoongi's hair off his forehead, "baby, my baby." Yoongi doesn't Want to look up, staring pointedly at the wet spots he's made.

Hoseok coos, pinching Yoongi's wet chubby cheeks gently. "Look at me, darling." Yoongi shakes his head a little and sniffles.