RACERS to RINGS

Chapter 25: Felt Right

Hoseok POV

I didn't even hesitate. The second those words left Yoongi's lips, I couldn't hold back any longer. I reached out, grabbing him by the collar, and pulled him close, pressing my lips against his in a kiss that held every ounce of emotion I'd been bottling up. The feeling of finally kissing him was overwhelming -everything I'd hoped for and more. He was warm, and his lips were soft, just as I'd imagined.

For a moment, Yoongi didn't move. I could feel his shock, frozen under my touch, and a flicker of doubt made my heart stutter. But just as I was about to pull back, feeling vulnerable and a little embarrassed, he grabbed me. In one swift move, he spun me around, pinning me against the wall with an intensity that left me breathless.

This time, it was him who closed the gap between us, capturing my lips in a way that made my knees go weak. His hands found my waist, pulling me closer, pressing me flush against him. The kiss deepened, and I lost myself in it, feeling nothing but him, his touch, his warmth, the way our breaths mingled. His lips moved against mine, confident and demanding, and I couldn't help but respond, meeting his every movement with my own.

It was like we fit perfectly together, like our lips were made for this. His hand tightened on my waist, pulling me closer as if he couldn't get enough, and I felt my own hands instinctively slide up, gripping his shoulders, anchoring myself to him.

I could feel his heartbeat pounding, and I knew mine was racing just as fast. The world outside faded, and there was only him, only us.

I felt my breath decrease and I tap his shoulder indicating to stop, he pull out while looking at me with love, I was about to be ok when he speaks to me "Are you ok Hoba? " oh I love it when he calls me with nicknames, he tried to pull his hands out of my waist but I stopped them from going anywhere.

With a moment of silence I told him " let's seat down shall we? " with a smile plastered on my face.

Third Person POV

The two husbands sat side by side on the leather sofa in Yoongi’s office hands tangling with each other, the atmosphere thick with the weight of everything unspoken between them. Yoongi, normally composed and reserved, looked at Hoseok with a nervousness he rarely showed, his gaze soft but intent. After the kiss, he knew he couldn’t keep hiding anymore. It was time.

He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he started to speak. “Hoba… I need you to know everything. There’s more to me than what I’ve shown you, and you deserve the truth.”

Hoseok sat silently, his gaze fixed on Yoongi, his expression unreadable. He hadn’t expected Yoongi to open up like this, but he could see the vulnerability there, the slight tremble in Yoongi’s hand as he spoke. So Hoseok simply nodded, encouraging him to continue.

Yoongi went on to reveal it all: the double life he’d led, the secrets he’d kept even from himself, the nights he’d spent in the underground racing scene as Suga. He described the thrill of the race, the feeling of freedom on the track, the thrill of competition everything he’d hidden away for so long. He confessed how, for years, he’d lived with these dual identities, afraid that he’d lose himself or, worse, lose Hoseok.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Yoongi reached the revelation he knew would hit hardest. “And… I’m Suga, Hoseok. The one you’ve been racing against all this time… it’s me.”

There was a pause, and Hoseok’s expression froze, his face unreadable. He looked at Yoongi with an almost blank stare, as if his mind hadn’t caught up with the words he’d just heard. But inside, Hoseok’s thoughts were a chaotic swirl. Shock wasn’t enough to describe what he was feeling. Suga the one he’d been racing against, the one who’d always driven him to his limits, the rival he’d competed with again and again—had been Yoongi all along. HIS Yoongi.