Between Blood and Desire ~ YoonMinSeok

The Kiss.

Authors pov

Hoseok sat quietly on the kitchen stool, his elbows resting on the counter, his face buried in his hands. Silent tears streamed down his cheeks as he sniffled softly, the heaviness in his chest unbearable. The ache of his fight with Jimin weighed on him, and he couldn’t bring himself to go to their bedroom. Jimin needed space, and Hoseok thought he’d give it to him.

The soft creak of the front door opening startled him, and his head shot up. He quickly wiped his tears, sniffling again as he heard footsteps approaching. Hoseok looked toward the kitchen entrance and froze when Yoongi appeared, his hair disheveled, his clothes slightly rumpled, and the faint scent of alcohol wafting from him.

Yoongi paused when their eyes met, his sharp gaze softening slightly. He stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate, until he was sitting on the stool next to Hoseok.

“You’ve been crying,” Yoongi said, his voice low and calm. He raised a hand and gently cupped Hoseok’s jaw, tilting his face up. Hoseok blinked, too tired to pull away. Yoongi’s thumb brushed his cheek before he let his hand drop, his eyes narrowing. “Why?”

Hoseok hesitated, biting his lip. “Where were you?” he asked instead, his voice a soft murmur.

Yoongi shrugged, leaning back. “Out for a drink. You and Jimin left me here alone, so I decided to entertain myself.”

Hoseok managed a weak smile. “We went for a couples’ night, but…” His voice trailed off, and he sighed.

“But?” Yoongi leaned in slightly, his intense gaze locking onto Hoseok’s.

Hoseok bit his lip again, the action drawing Yoongi’s attention to his mouth. “It got ruined,” Hoseok admitted, his voice trembling. “This waiter… he was apparently flirting with me, but I didn’t realize it. I thought he was just being friendly. Jimin didn’t take it that way, and it caused a fight between us.”

Yoongi’s expression darkened, and he rolled his eyes. “That’s not fair. Jimin should trust you,” he said bluntly.

“Exactly!” Hoseok exclaimed, his frustration spilling out. “I would never cheat on him. But Jimin… he’s just so—”

“Insecure,” Yoongi finished for him, his tone sharp.

“My husband isn’t insecure,” Hoseok protested, though his voice lacked conviction. “He’s just…” He trailed off, unable to find the words to defend Jimin.

Yoongi sighed, his hand reaching out to cup Hoseok’s face again. “You deserve better,” he whispered, his voice like a soft caress.

“I already have better,” Hoseok replied, his voice barely audible.

Yoongi leaned closer, his lips brushing against Hoseok’s ear as he whispered, “Does Jimin make you feel better? Can he kiss you until your lips are swollen and red, until you’re breathless? Does he touch places inside you that make you go insane? Can he make you cry out his name over and over again, until your voice is hoarse and your body’s trembling from pleasure?”

“Stop,” Hoseok whispered, his voice shaky.

But Yoongi continued, his lips dangerously close to Hoseok’s. “Can he make you feel so good you forget your own name? Can he make you beg for more, even when you’re too exhausted to move?”

Hoseok’s breath hitched as Yoongi leaned down and licked his lips, the boldness of the action sending shivers down Hoseok’s spine. “I can show you that and more,” Yoongi murmured, his voice dripping with confidence.

Hoseok looked up at Yoongi, his heart pounding in his chest. He closed his eyes, his mind spinning.

Yoongi smirked and closed the distance between them, capturing Hoseok’s lips in a heated kiss. Hoseok inhaled sharply as the taste of alcohol flooded his senses, Yoongi’s lips moving against his with a hunger that stole his breath. Yoongi’s hand slipped to the back of Hoseok’s neck, gripping tightly as he tilted Hoseok’s head, deepening the kiss. His tongue slid into Hoseok’s mouth, exploring with a roughness that made Hoseok moan involuntarily.

Yoongi bit down on Hoseok’s tongue, eliciting another moan. The kiss was hot, desperate, and possessive, Yoongi pouring all his unspoken desires into the way his lips moved against Hoseok’s.

Suddenly, Hoseok pulled away, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. Yoongi’s lips followed his, not wanting the kiss to end, but Hoseok placed his delicate hands on Yoongi’s chest, his fingers brushing against the hard muscles beneath Yoongi’s shirt.

“Stop,” Hoseok whispered, his voice trembling as he bit his lip.

Yoongi’s eyes darkened with desire, but before he could say anything, Hoseok stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. He wiped his lips, his movements hurried as he composed himself.

“Nothing happened,” Hoseok said firmly, his voice shaking slightly as he turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Yoongi sat back, biting his lip as he closed his eyes, savoring the lingering taste of Hoseok on his tongue. A smirk played on his lips as he muttered under his breath, “God, save me from temptation.”

Meanwhile, Hoseok entered the bedroom, his heart still racing. He locked the door behind him, his mind spinning with guilt and confusion.

Jimin was already lying on the bed, his back turned. Hoseok paused, realizing the gravity of what had just happened. He swallowed hard, composing himself as he removed his footwear and climbed into bed.

He moved closer to Jimin, draping one leg over Jimin’s waist and inhaling his familiar, minty scent. It was intoxicating, grounding him in a way nothing else could.

Jimin turned, his eyes meeting Hoseok’s. Tears filled Jimin’s eyes as he broke down, pulling Hoseok closer and holding him tightly. “I’m sorry,” Jimin whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry.”

Hoseok smiled softly, shushing him as he ran his fingers through Jimin’s hair. “It’s okay,” he whispered.

“No, it’s not,” Jimin said, his words stumbling as he tried to get them out. “I—I shouldn’t have gotten so angry. I shouldn’t have made you cry. I’m sorry, Hoseok. I’m so sorry.”

Hoseok silenced him with a gentle kiss, their lips moving together in a sweet, reassuring rhythm.

Jimin pulled back slightly, his brow furrowing. “Did you… did you drink whiskey?”

Hoseok froze, then nodded slowly. “I took a small sip from the one in the kitchen drawer,” he lied softly.

Jimin sighed, cupping Hoseok’s face. “I’m sorry for making my baby cry.”

Hoseok smiled faintly. “It’s nothing,” he said. “But… there’s only one thing that can make me forget.”

Jimin’s eyes lit up slightly, his curiosity piqued. “What is it?”

Hoseok leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. “Fuck me.”

Jimin chuckled, his lips curling into a smile. “Gladly.”