Between Blood and Desire ~ YoonMinSeok

Entangled Deceptions.

Authors pov

The morning light filtered through the dining room, casting a warm glow on the wooden table. Jimin was happily munching on the breakfast Hoseok had cooked, his cheerful humming filling the awkward silence that hung between the other two occupants.

Hoseok sat beside Yoongi, his chopsticks trembling slightly on his plate. His breathing hitched as Yoongi’s hand crept beneath the table, skillfully stroking his cock. Hoseok bit his lip, trying to suppress a gasp.

He couldn’t believe this was happening. After last night’s heated argument, he had assumed Yoongi would be distant, perhaps even give him the silent treatment. But no, Yoongi had chosen to retaliate in his own twisted way, his actions sending Hoseok spiraling into barely-contained frustration and arousal.

Jimin, oblivious to the silent battle unfolding across him, beamed at Hoseok. "This is amazing, babe. You really outdid yourself today," he said with a bright smile, shoveling another spoonful of rice into his mouth.

"Thank you," Hoseok managed to mumble, his voice strained as he tried to focus on anything but Yoongi’s teasing hand.

Yoongi smirked, leaning slightly toward Hoseok. His fingers worked expertly, pumping with deliberate slowness that made Hoseok’s toes curl. Hoseok’s body trembled, his breaths quickening as heat pooled in his stomach.

He clenched his fist on the table, almost breaking his chopsticks, his head dropping slightly. He was close, too close, and Yoongi knew it.

"Are you okay, babe?" Jimin asked, his head tilting in concern when Hoseok let out a faint hiss.

Hoseok glanced at Jimin with wide eyes, quickly nodding. "Yes! Just... the food is so good," he blurted out, his voice an octave higher than usual.

Jimin chuckled, his worry dissolving. "I know, right? You always nail it," he said, looking to Yoongi. "Don’t you agree, hyung?"

Yoongi hummed in agreement, a sly grin playing on his lips. He gave a casual thumbs-up with his free hand, his other hand still tormenting Hoseok under the table.

Hoseok’s body betrayed him. His climax hit him hard, a muffled groan escaping his lips as he spilled into Yoongi’s palm. His shoulders sagged, and he bowed his head, breathing heavily.

Jimin blinked, his concern returning. "Hobi, are you sure you’re okay? You’re sweating." He stood up, reaching for Hoseok, but Hoseok flinched and waved him off.

"I’m fine!" Hoseok nearly shouted, his voice shaking. "The food is just... so good. It’s overwhelming."

Jimin laughed, sitting back down. "You’re so dramatic sometimes," he said, shaking his head.

Yoongi, with an air of nonchalance, reached for a napkin and wiped his hand clean. He slid another napkin toward Hoseok, his smirk deepening when their eyes met.

Hoseok glared at him, his face flushed with embarrassment and anger. He grabbed the napkin, muttering under his breath as he cleaned himself up.

Just then, a firm knock echoed through the house.

Hoseok practically jumped out of his chair, eager to escape the tense atmosphere. "I’ll get it!" he said quickly, smoothing his clothes as he hurried to the door.

Jimin shrugged, continuing his meal. Yoongi leaned back in his chair, suppressing a chuckle as he watched Hoseok flee.

At the door, Hoseok wiped his damp forehead before opening it. Standing before him was a tall, strikingly handsome man holding a stack of papers.

"Good morning," the man greeted with a polite bow, his smile warm and disarming. "I’m looking for Park Jimin. Does he live here?"

Hoseok’s brows furrowed. Something about this man put him on edge. "Yes, he’s my husband," he replied, his voice firm and laced with subtle possessiveness.

The man’s smile widened. "Perfect. My name is Jeon Jungkook. I’m here to see my husband, Min Yoongi. I know he’s staying here."

Hoseok’s eyes widened, his heart stopping for a moment. He opened his mouth, then closed it, struggling to process what he had just heard.

"Y-Yes," he stammered. "Yoongi lives here."

"Great," Jungkook said brightly, stepping past Hoseok and into the house. "I’d like to see him."

Hoseok stood frozen in the doorway, his mind racing. He turned to watch Jungkook make his way inside, his confident stride sending a ripple of unease through Hoseok’s chest.

This wasn’t just any visitor. This was Yoongi’s husband.

The room felt suffocating as Hoseok followed Jungkook, the weight of the situation crashing down on him like a tidal wave.