Between Blood and Desire ~ YoonMinSeok

Giving in.

Authors pov

Three days later...

It had been three days since the tension between Hoseok and Jimin had resolved. Things felt normal again, and they were back to being the sweet, loving couple everyone admired. Jimin was relaxing in the living room, flipping through channels on the television during his rare day off.

Meanwhile, Hoseok was enjoying a warm bath in their shared bathroom, the steam curling around him like a gentle embrace. He let out a content sigh as the water ran over his skin, soothing the lingering stress of the week.

Suddenly, the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing broke the peaceful silence. Hoseok smiled to himself, assuming it was Jimin. “Come on in,” he called out casually, his voice echoing slightly in the tiled room.

But there was no response.

Frowning, Hoseok pushed the glass shower door open slightly, curiosity tugging at him. His breath caught in his throat when his eyes met Yoongi’s.

The man stood there, a towel slung low around his hips, droplets of water still clinging to his pale skin as if he’d just come from his own shower. His dark, intense eyes scanned Hoseok’s form, and his breath visibly hitched.

Hoseok’s body was covered in a thin layer of foam, the water cascading down his toned chest and shoulders. The steam only accentuated the glow of his skin, the sharp lines of his collarbone and the soft curve of his waist almost too mesmerizing to ignore. Yoongi swallowed hard, his gaze lingering shamelessly.

“What… what are you doing here?” Hoseok stammered, his voice trembling as he instinctively pulled the glass door closer to shield himself.

Yoongi didn’t answer. Instead, he muttered, “Fuck it,” and let his towel drop to the floor.

Before Hoseok could react, Yoongi was in the shower with him, closing the door behind him. His strong hands gripped Hoseok’s waist, pinning him against the cool, wet tiles.

“Yoongi!” Hoseok gasped, his hands pressing against Yoongi’s chest in a futile attempt to push him away. “What are you doing? Jimin is right outside—he might hear us!”

“If you don’t want this,” Yoongi said, his voice low and dangerous, “then tell me to stop. Say the word, and I’m out of here.”

Hoseok stared at him, his lips parted, his chest heaving. But the words wouldn’t come.

Yoongi’s eyes darkened further. “That’s what I thought.”

Hoseok’s resolve crumbled as he muttered, “Kiss me.”

Yoongi smirked. “Good choice.”

His lips crashed into Hoseok’s, capturing him in a kiss that was rough and possessive. Hoseok whimpered, his hands clutching at Yoongi’s wet hair as their mouths moved together. Yoongi’s grip tightened on Hoseok’s waist, his nails digging into the soft flesh as he deepened the kiss, tasting every inch of Hoseok’s mouth.

Hoseok tried to pull back, breathless, but Yoongi didn’t let him go. Instead, he moved lower, his lips and teeth marking a trail down Hoseok’s neck. Hoseok’s head lolled back against the tiles, his eyes squeezing shut as Yoongi’s mouth latched onto the sensitive spot at the base of his throat.

“Yoongi, please,” Hoseok whimpered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.

“Please what?” Yoongi teased, his lips curling into a smirk against Hoseok’s skin.

“Don't leave any marks.” But the words turned into a gasp as Yoongi’s hands slid lower, gripping his thighs and lifting him effortlessly. Hoseok instinctively wrapped his legs around Yoongi’s waist, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.