RACERS to RINGS

Chapter 12: A Night of Hesitation

As they stepped into their private suite, Yoongi and Hoseok both took in the romantic setting with a sense of shared, silent wonder. The large king-sized bed was perfectly adorned, covered with delicate rose petals arranged in a heart, an unmistakable gesture meant to set the tone for their first night together as husbands. The soft, ambient glow of candlelight filled the room, casting gentle shadows that danced across the walls, wrapping the space in warmth and intimacy.

Hoseok’s gaze lingered on the bed, his heart beating erratically. They both knew they weren’t exactly experienced in matters like this, yet the atmosphere was undeniably suggestive. A blush crept across his face as he realized what was expected of them tonight, or rather, what everyone else likely assumed would happen. He was flustered but couldn’t deny the excitement simmering beneath his nerves, the curiosity about what this new chapter with Yoongi might hold.

To steady himself, Hoseok volunteered to shower first, leaving Yoongi in the main room. The warm water helped calm his nerves somewhat, but as he returned to the room in a soft white robe, the sight of the bed still made his heart race. He sat on the edge, his hands gripping the fabric of his robe, his feet tapping against the floor. Anticipation and a touch of anxiety coursed through him, his mind racing with all the possibilities, the expectations he couldn’t quite shake.

Meanwhile, Yoongi had gone in to shower. As the water ran, Hoseok found himself unable to sit still, his foot unconsciously tapping against the floor. What if Yoongi felt the same way? The uncertainty made him fidgety, and his thoughts spiraled, alternating between eagerness and apprehension. He wanted this, but he couldn’t help the faint tremble in his legs from the weight of it all.

When Yoongi finally emerged from the bathroom, he was half-dressed, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, beads of water still clinging to his skin. His dark hair was damp, and the way he ran a hand through it, letting it fall messily around his face, was almost mesmerizing. Yoongi’s gaze fell on Hoseok, and he noticed the faint shake in his husband’s legs, the slight tension in his posture. Misinterpreting Hoseok’s trembling as fear or reluctance, Yoongi felt a pang of guilt, realizing he may have been too focused on what others wanted rather than what Hoseok was comfortable with.

With a soft sigh, Yoongi took a few steps closer, reaching for the robe he’d left on a chair. He slipped it on and moved over to the bed, his expression softened with understanding as he looked at Hoseok.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his tone gentle, as he took a step back. “I didn’t mean to push anything on you. Let’s get some rest, okay? We can talk more tomorrow.” Without waiting for a response, Yoongi gave Hoseok a brief, understanding smile and left the room quietly, closing the door behind him.

Hoseok’s POV

I blinked, stunned, staring at the closed door in disbelief. Yoongi had just… left. My initial reaction was shock, the quiet of the room settling heavily around me, leaving me alone in a space that suddenly felt too big, too empty. I hadn’t expected him to walk out.

Slowly, the surprise gave way to frustration. I’d spent the whole evening building up the nerve, letting myself hope that tonight might be the start of something special between us. And now, Yoongi thought I didn’t want him. Didn’t he see the effort I was making, the way my heart raced just sitting next to him?

I looked down at my hands, clenching them into fists. I could still feel the thrill of Yoongi’s presence, the warmth that lingered from the thought of being close to him. Despite my nerves, I wanted him to stay. I wanted him here, with me.

With a sigh, I lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. A small, bitter smile crept onto my face as I replayed the way he’d looked at me, his concern so genuine that it almost hurt. I wished I had been able to tell him what I was feeling, but the words had tangled up in my throat.

As I lay there in the dim glow of the candles, I found myself replaying the whole evening over and over, wondering how I could have let him go so easily, how he could have misread my desire for him. And, slowly, a sense of determination started to replace the frustration. I wouldn’t let this miscommunication ruin things. I’d find a way to make him understand, to tell him how I felt, no matter how awkward or vulnerable it made me.

Tonight might not have been our night, but I was going to make sure that when the time was right, Yoongi would know without a doubt how much he meant to me.

Third Person POV

As the night wore on, Hoseok lay sprawled out across the large bed, tangled in the soft sheets that seemed to trap him along with his racing thoughts. He’d tried everything he could think of to relax counting breaths, closing his eyes, letting the quiet of the suite lull him into sleep. But every time he got close, his mind would drag him back to the evening, to Yoongi, to the look in his eyes before he left.

The room felt too quiet, too empty, and no matter how hard he tried, Hoseok couldn’t shake the anxious energy coiling in his chest. He kept replaying the moment Yoongi had turned to leave, remembering the way his shoulders had slumped, the way he had looked so understanding, as if he’d accepted rejection. And now the silence was deafening, each tick of the clock an unrelenting reminder that Yoongi was on the other side of that door, close yet impossibly out of reach.

He groaned softly, rolling onto his side and tugging the sheets over his head, hoping to bury the restless thoughts. But it didn’t help—if anything, it made things worse, because all he could picture was Yoongi’s face, Yoongi’s voice, Yoongi’s warmth lingering in the space he had abandoned.

“What are you doing, Hoseok?” he muttered to himself, exhaling sharply and pushing the sheets away. His body wouldn’t stay still; his hands fidgeted with the fabric, his legs shifting under the covers as though they were trying to make up their own mind to get up and go to him. But he kept resisting, kept hesitating.

And the questions, the doubts, kept building up, one after another. What if Yoongi thought he wasn’t ready? What if Yoongi regretted marrying him at all? What if Hoseok had done something to push him away?

“Stop overthinking,” he told himself, his voice barely a whisper in the empty room. But he couldn’t help it. Every time he closed his eyes, he pictured Yoongi—Yoongi, looking at him with concern, Yoongi, misinterpreting his silence as reluctance. Why couldn’t he just say what he felt? Why did everything have to feel so complicated?

Finally, Hoseok sat up, running a hand through his hair in frustration. His heart was pounding, and he knew it wasn’t just from his racing thoughts—it was because a part of him, despite all the nervousness and uncertainty, wanted to be close to Yoongi. He wanted to show him that he wasn’t afraid, that he cared more than he’d ever let on.

He took a deep breath, his fingers clenching and unclenching in the fabric of his robe. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do next, but one thing was certain: he couldn’t lie here, alone, tangled in his own thoughts.

And with that, he made up his mind. He slipped out of bed, his bare feet padding softly across the floor, and made his way to the door.

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