Twisted Devotion(BTS X Hobi)

43~ Cracks Beneath the Surface

Authors pov

The six brothers sat around the dining table, the sound of clinking silverware filling the room as they ate in silence. Hoseok was still upstairs, waiting in his room, unaware of the discussion that was about to take place. The atmosphere was thick with tension, each brother lost in their own thoughts.

Taehyung sighed deeply, breaking the silence as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. "So," he began, his voice measured, "what are we going to do with Hoseok?" His question hung in the air, causing a few of the brothers to glance up from their plates.

Jungkook shrugged casually, a smirk playing on his lips. "Nothing serious," he said, stabbing a piece of steak with his fork. "We just want to play with his feelings for a bit. See how far we can push him."

Taehyung’s hand stilled, the knife hovering over his plate. He furrowed his eyebrows, the words sinking in deeper than he expected. Before he could stop himself, he snapped, "That isn’t very nice." His voice was sharp, and the brothers turned to look at him, surprised by the uncharacteristic outburst. He harshly cut into the beef on his plate, the tension in his body evident.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from his plate to Taehyung’s face. He didn’t say anything, but the unspoken question lingered between them.

Jimin, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up, his voice laced with curiosity. "Taehyung, are you okay? I’ve noticed the tension between you and Hoseok. Is something going on?"

Taehyung shrugged nonchalantly, though his shoulders were tense. "Nothing’s going on," he replied, trying to dismiss the topic.

Yoongi, who had been sipping water from a glass cup, scoffed and set the glass down with a click. "Come on, Taehyung," he said, leaning back in his chair. "We’re your brothers. We know you inside and out. Something’s bothering you."

Taehyung slumped his shoulders, letting out a long breath as he contemplated what to say. "Yesterday," he began slowly, "Hoseok and I... we had a moment. He was willing to kiss me. For the first time, it wasn’t forced. It felt nice, you know? Not having him scream for it to stop every minute. It felt... better."

The brothers exchanged glances, not quite sure where this was going.

"But when I wanted to go further," Taehyung continued, his voice wavering slightly, "he pleaded with me to stop. And... I couldn’t continue. I felt bad. Really bad. And I’ve never felt that before. It’s been nagging at me ever since, and I don’t like it."

The room fell into silence as the brothers processed Taehyung’s confession. It wasn’t just guilt he was feeling—though none of them would openly admit it, they were all beginning to feel it too. The things they had done to Hoseok, the way they had treated him... it was starting to weigh on them.

Namjoon cleared his throat, breaking the heavy silence. "Taehyung," he said carefully, "are you... developing feelings for Hoseok?"

Taehyung’s eyes snapped to Namjoon’s, wide with shock. He hadn’t even considered that possibility. But now that Namjoon had voiced it, the thought lodged itself in his mind. Was he really falling for Hoseok? Or was it just guilt eating away at him? The idea seemed absurd, impossible. Hoseok was nothing more than their sex toy, an object to be used at their leisure. He wasn’t supposed to get pregnant, and yet he did. And now, they couldn’t help but start loving their twins. But falling for Hoseok? That was bullshit.

"No," Taehyung muttered to himself, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the thought. "I’m not falling for him. None of us ever will. He’s just a plaything."

He pushed his chair back and stood up abruptly. "I’m going to check on the kids," he said, his voice flat. Without waiting for a response, he left the dining room, the other brothers watching him go with a mix of concern and understanding.

As Taehyung walked away, he muttered under his breath, "I’m not going to fall for Hoseok. None of us ever will."

But even as he said it, doubt lingered at the edges of his mind.

You can't resist falling for hobi🙄