last hope

Chapter 16

** content warning: this chapter does get kinda smutty :| please feel free to skip if you're not comfortable! I wasn't going to include this but I was asked to <3 **

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'Tell him to fuck off,' Yoongi shouts back, his face red. His eyes never leave Hoseok's face, and he digs his nails into Hoseok's thigh, smirking as he groans beneath him.

'Hyung, I think it's important,' Jungkook says, his voice muffled by the door. 'He has bags.'

Hoseok is out of bed in an instant. He doesn't even stop to consider the fact that his aforementioned shrunken pyjama shorts are leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Yoongi manages to pull on his shirt before he heads into the living room to find Namjoon standing in the doorway. He does in fact have bags. 'What the fuck are you doing here? It's two in the morning.'

'Really, hyung? I didn't realise!' Namjoon hisses. 'I should call Seokjin and tell him it's insensitive to kick me out so early in the morning, we're clearly interrupting your sexy time.'

Hoseok tries to ignore the way Namjoon gestures at his crotch, but he does cover himself with his hands.

'Why did Seokjin kick you out?' Hoseok asks, his voice soft. He senses that Yoongi's about to say something inappropriate, and gestures at him to keep his mouth shut. Hoseok isn't happy about having their "sexy time" cut short either, but they have bigger problems right now.

'We had a big stupid fight,' Namjoon shuffles into the room, dropping his bags on the floor by the door and slumping onto the sofa.

Jungkook opens his mouth, likely about to protest that the sofa is in fact his bed for the night, but apparently thinks better of it.

'I don't want to talk about it,' Namjoon says sulkily, and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

'You barge in here when I'm about to fu-'

'I think what Yoongi means,' Hoseok glares at him. 'Is that you're more than welcome to stay the night. Jungkook, you take Yoongi's room.'

Yoongi looks like he wants to protest the last point for about thirty seconds, before Hoseok shoves him back towards his own bedroom.

Jungkook grabs his stuff from the sofa and hurries into Yoongi's room, obviously sensing that Hoseok wants some space.

Namjoon sighs. 'I really don't want to get into it right now.'

Hoseok nods, pulling Namjoon into a hug. 'Sleep on it, tell me in the morning.'

Namjoon nods, but takes a deep breath and speaks anyway. 'He asked if I was seeing someone else. He asked if I was cheating on him.'

'Excuse me?' Hoseok inhales. 'Why the fuck would he think that?'

Namjoon runs his hands through his hair, pacing across the room. 'Well he doesn't think that, not really, he just said it because he was mad but it still hurt and-'

Hoseok hugs him again, holding him tight against his chest.

'I've been studying late, what with my assignments due and the end-of-term exam next week. He's just mad that I'm too busy to take him out.'

Hoseok sighs. 'He'll get over it, he's just-'

'Being a brat,' Yoongi supplies, appearing behind them. 'He's such a hypocrite.'

Namjoon frowns. 'He's always working late. Half the time he sleeps at the office, and when he comes home I'm studying, or working, or in class. We're both busy.'