Between Blood and Desire ~ YoonMinSeok

Torn Between Fire and Vows.

Authors pov

The room was still dark, the only light filtering in was from the moon outside the window. Hoseok and Jimin were cuddled up on the bed, limbs tangled in the warmth of their shared love. Both were fast asleep when the door creaked open softly, and a shadowed figure slipped into the room.

Yoongi.

He didn’t bother closing the door behind him. Instead, he tiptoed toward the bed, his eyes narrowing at the sight before him. Hoseok lay nestled against Jimin, their bare bodies pressed together in a picture of intimacy that made Yoongi’s blood boil.

With swift precision, Yoongi clamped a hand over Hoseok’s mouth. Hoseok jolted awake, his eyes wide with fear, his muffled squeak barely audible. When his gaze landed on Yoongi, the fear was replaced with sheer disbelief.

Yoongi?!

Hoseok shoved Yoongi’s hand away with a glare, his heart hammering in his chest. “What the hell are you doing here?” he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper as he glanced at Jimin, who was still peacefully asleep.

Yoongi’s gaze wasn’t on Hoseok’s face. It was locked on their intertwined, naked forms. His jaw tightened, and his hands balled into fists.

“Get up,” Yoongi demanded, his voice low and threatening.

Hoseok carefully peeled himself away from Jimin, placing the covers gently over him to avoid waking him. Standing, Hoseok didn’t bother to cover his bare skin, his irritation outweighing any sense of modesty.

He turned toward his wardrobe, intent on finding something to wear, but Yoongi’s hand shot out, gripping his wrist tightly. Hoseok gasped as he was yanked backward, his bare chest colliding with Yoongi’s.

“Yoongi,” Hoseok whispered harshly, “let me—”

Before he could finish, Yoongi moved, forcing him backward until his spine hit the wall. Hoseok’s breath left him in a startled gasp as Yoongi leaned in close, their faces mere inches apart.

“Why are you naked?” Yoongi’s voice was a dangerous growl, his eyes blazing with a mix of jealousy and possession.

“Are you insane?” Hoseok whispered angrily, his heart pounding. “We can’t do this here. Not now.”

Yoongi ignored his words, his hand moving to grip Hoseok’s neck firmly but not cruelly. “You’re mine now, Hoseok,” Yoongi said darkly, his voice dripping with raw possession. “No one touches you, not even him.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened, his mind reeling. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” he whispered harshly, his voice trembling. “Jimin is my husband!”

“And you’re mine!,” Yoongi shot back, his voice raising slightly.

Panic shot through Hoseok as Jimin stirred on the bed, groaning softly but not waking. Hoseok quickly slapped a hand over Yoongi’s mouth, glaring at him. “Keep your voice down!” he hissed, his frustration mounting as tears pricked his eyes.

“What’s wrong with you?” Hoseok whispered, his voice cracking with emotion as he removed his hand.

Yoongi’s dark eyes bore into his. “I want you to divorce him,” he demanded.

Hoseok’s jaw dropped in shock, Yoongi’s grip on his neck not loosening. “You’re insane,” he whispered. “We’re stopping this. This affair—it’s messing with your head. It’s over, Yoongi. It has to be.”

Yoongi’s expression darkened further, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur. “Say that again,” he dared, his tone icy and threatening.

Hoseok gulped, his body trembling against Yoongi’s. “This is wrong,” he said, his voice barely audible. “You’re his brother, Yoongi. And you’re married!”

Yoongi scoffed, his hand sliding lower, his touch possessive. “And yet,” he whispered, “you moan my name like it’s the only one you’ve ever known.”

Hoseok’s breath hitched, his mind racing. He wanted to push Yoongi away, to scream at him, but his body betrayed him.

Yoongi’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Tell me to leave, Hoseok,” he said softly, his voice a dangerous purr. “Say the words, and I’ll walk out that door. But you won’t, will you?”

Hoseok’s lips parted, but no words came out. His silence spoke volumes.

“That’s what I thought,” Yoongi said, his voice triumphant yet tinged with bitterness.

He turned his gaze toward the bed, his expression unreadable as he looked at Jimin’s sleeping form. Then he looked back at Hoseok, his eyes burning with an intensity that made Hoseok shiver.

“Divorce him,” Yoongi said again. “He doesn’t deserve this.”

“Never,” Hoseok spat, his voice fierce and unyielding. “I might be cheating. I might let you fuck me. But you don’t get to tell me to leave the only man who owns my heart.”

Yoongi froze, the raw passion in Hoseok’s voice cutting through him.

“You own my body, Yoongi,” Hoseok continued, his tears flowing freely now. “But Jimin owns my heart. Get that straight.”

“Yes, I let you touch me in ways no one else can. I let you take me, break me, ruin me. But that doesn’t give you the right to own every piece of me. My heart isn’t yours to claim.”

Hoseok’s voice wavered, but his conviction didn’t falter. “Do you think I don’t know what this is doing to me? To him? Every time you touch me, I feel like I’m losing a part of myself, but Jimin… Jimin holds me together. He’s the reason I can even look in the mirror. You might set my body on fire, Yoongi, but he’s the one who puts out the flames and soothes the burn.”

Hoseok stepped closer, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper as he stared Yoongi down, tears streaking his flushed cheeks. “I love him, Yoongi. Love. Do you know what that means? It means no matter how much you make me scream your name, no matter how many times you make me forget where I am or who I am in the moment, it’s his name I cry when I need comfort. It’s his arms I run to when I’m falling apart.”

Yoongi’s lips parted as if to speak, but Hoseok didn’t let him.

“Let me speak!" He whisper yelled, making Yoongi speechless.

“Don’t you dare think for one second that I’d leave him. Do you hear me? He’s the only man I’ll ever wake up beside, the only man I’ll ever fall asleep next to, no matter how much you try to twist this.” Hoseok’s voice cracked, but his words were resolute. “You don’t get to take that from me. You don’t get to take him from me.”

He took a shaky breath, his voice trembling but filled with possessive resolve. “You can keep my moans. You can keep my surrender, my submission, my body. But my heart is his, and it always will be.”

Yoongi stepped back, stunned into silence by Hoseok’s fiery words. But Hoseok wasn’t done yet.

“I’ll never give you what he has. Never,” Hoseok repeated, his voice soft but cutting like a blade. “And if you can’t live with that, then leave. Because Jimin is my husband. He’s my world. And no matter what kind of mess I’ve made, I will not give him up for anyone, not even you.”

Yoongi’s jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He stared at Hoseok for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he turned on his heel and walked toward the door.

Hoseok watched as Yoongi opened the door fully and stepped out, his heart sinking in his chest. The silence that followed was deafening.

Letting out a shaky sigh, Hoseok leaned against the wall, his head tilting back as he stared at the ceiling. His tears continued to fall, his hands hugging his trembling body as he cried silently.

The weight of his actions and the mess he’d created pressed heavily on him, leaving him feeling utterly broken.

Damn! Hoseok went hard🤧