Secrecy Untold

It's Just A Date.

'You call that acting? Your sweet nothings are about as convincing as a plastic flower!' Yoongi hissed, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Hoseok rolled his eyes. 'Oh, please. At least I'm not making everyone uncomfortable with my stone-faced apathy. You're like a walking funeral.'

Yoongi scoffed. 'At least I don't need to force a smile every time I look at you.'

Their bickering was interrupted by a soft cough, and both turned to see Namjoon leaning against the hallway wall, arms crossed.

'What were you two doing out here?' He asked, his voice calm but his eyes were sharp.

Yoongi and Hoseok exchanged a panicked glance. Their charade was crumbling faster than a sandcastle in a hurricane. They had to act fast.

With a strained smile, Yoongi stepped closer to Hoseok, placing a hand on his arm. 'Just saying goodnight to my darling husband,' he purred, his voice smoother than honey. 'We were about to head off to bed.'

Hoseok, caught off guard, managed a shaky smile, mirroring Yoongi's touch on his arm. “Yes, indeed. We've had a long day, haven’t we?”

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over them. 'Then why are you standing here?' He drawled, 'Why don't you go and do all that sweet talking in your own room?'

The air crackled with tension. Yoongi and Hoseok froze, their smiles turning into strained grimaces. They hadn’t expected this.

'Our…' Yoongi started, his voice wavering.

'Room?' Hoseok finished, his face pale. Their eyes met, a silent plea to get out of this mess.

Namjoon’s lips curved into a faint smirk. “I'm sure you both know that you're living in the shared room, right?'

The silence stretched, thick and heavy. Yoongi and Hoseok exchanged a glance filled with the shared misery of being caught in their own poorly constructed fabrication. With a sigh, both slumped back against the wall, the facade of marital bliss was finally about to shattered.

'We...were... 'bout to...' both whispered almost like dead corpse.

'This is going to be a long week,' Yoongi muttered under his breath, his voice devoid of his usual sarcastic edge.

***

Yoongi slammed the door shut, the sound echoing through the vast room. He was already regretting agreeing to this charade. The bed, a monstrosity of plush cushions and silk sheets, loomed in the center of the room, mocking him with its inviting curves.

'Well, this.. is... something,' Hoseok said, his voice a soft melody in the silent room. He took a tentative step towards the bed, his eyes widening at its size. 'Quite the upgrade from my previous one, wouldn't you say?'

Yoongi, leaning against the door, scoffed. 'Don't act like you're not enjoying this,' he said, crossing his arms. 'I got it ...You've always been a sucker for luxury! Isn' it?'

Hoseok chuckled lightly. 'Luxury doesn't mean happiness, Yoongi. Just a change of scenery.' He shrugged, playing with the tassels on his robe. 'Besides, the room is just a room. It's what we do with it that matters.'

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, his gaze hardening. 'And what are we going to be doing with it, exactly?'

Hoseok's smile turned a little sad. 'We're going to be convincing Namjoon that we're happy together.' He looked at Yoongi, his eyes filled with understanding. 'For our own separate reasons, of course.'

Yoongi averted his gaze, his jaw clenching. He hated this forced intimacy, this charade he had to play. He hated the way his heart thumped a little louder when Hoseok smiled at him, the way his mind wandered to the warm touch of Hoseok's hands, which he had felt briefly during the forced wedding ceremony.