Yoongi truthfully couldn't stop thinking about the brunette ever since the kiss. He had never felt such raw emotions for someone, not even for the woman who tore him apart.
He wakes up giddy everyday just to the thought that he would get to see the younger and goes to sleep knowing that he'd be doing the same in a few hours again.
Hoseok...
God, he is so fucking beautiful and it takes Yoongi every last fibres in his body to not bust with want whenever their eyes meet. The urge to kiss his lips and to hold him in his arms whenever and wherever makes him go insane.
It's just another day where he feels absolutely helpless with his growing feelings.
Yoongi walks out of the elevator and stops right away as his gaze falls on the brunette who stands by the receptionist, talking rather animatedly with his heart lips stretched into a wide smile.
He bites his lip, the pit of his stomach erupting with thousands of butterflies as he gulps down the lump in his throat. Oh, Yoongi could marvel at his husband's beauty all day.
Hoseok is effortless.
He walks around with his hideously huge glasses, clothes that don't really fit his slim frame and yet look so pretty and radiant.
He isn't afraid of being himself.
And Yoongi loves it.
Hoseok catches the older off guard when he turns, making their eyes meet in a gentle gaze. He smiles even wider, the side of his almond eyes crinkling up with cute little lines that tugs at the black haired male's heart strings.
As if being hypnotised, Yoongi walks over to the smaller with a gummy grin.
"Hey."
Hoseok seems shy, the apple of his cheeks turning red. It's been a couple days after the kiss and they had not talked much since.
"Hi."
"Done for the day?"
"Yeah. I'm going to visit my grandma at the hospital now."
"Oh? How are you getting there?"
"Namjoon told me that he'd be willing to drive me over, he'll bring Jiwoo with him anytime now."
The brunette utters, still smiling. Yoongi wants to refuse so badly but then he could see her staring at him with a smirk.
Chae.
There's a teasing glint in her eyes, mocking his care towards the brunette and that's when he realises he's far too gone.
"Good. Not like I was concerned or anything. I just didn't want to be driving you around."
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Dearest Love
Fanfiction"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...