Between Blood and Desire ~ YoonMinSeok

Tug of War.

Authors pov

Hoseok wrapped his arms around himself as he limped down the hall, his body aching in ways he hadn’t expected. The intensity of Jimin's touch still lingered on his skin, leaving him raw and sated in equal measure. He had never known that Jimin could unravel him with such ferocity, could take him apart and put him back together in a way that left him breathless. But even amidst the lingering satisfaction, a gnawing discomfort nestled in his chest—a heaviness that pulled him towards Yoongi.

When he reached Yoongi’s door, he paused, his heart thundering in his ears. His fingers hovered over the wood before he finally summoned the courage to knock. Once. Twice.

No response.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Hoseok turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. The room greeted him with darkness, the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. The air was heavy, a mix of Yoongi's scent and something unspoken that made Hoseok’s knees weak.

His gaze shifted to the bed, where Yoongi lay, his face serene in sleep. The steady rise and fall of his chest calmed something in Hoseok, but it didn’t last long. He took a shaky step forward, the ache in his legs a cruel reminder of earlier events, and approached the side of the bed.

He bit his bottom lip, debating whether to speak or leave. The memories of Yoongi’s sharp gaze catching him with Jimin in such an intimate moment flashed through his mind. His shame swirled with guilt and an undeniable longing.

A soft rustle made him freeze. Yoongi's eyes fluttered open, locking onto Hoseok’s.

Time stopped.

Hoseok’s breath hitched as he stared into those eyes—dark, hypnotic, almost otherworldly. They glimmered like molten obsidian under the moonlight, their intensity pinning Hoseok in place. For the first time, he noticed how devastatingly beautiful Yoongi was, even in his imperfections.

His gaze traced Yoongi’s face, cataloging every detail. The faint scar near his eyebrow, the slight asymmetry of his lips, the way his skin bore the faintest marks of sleepless nights—they made him real, made him raw. Yet, the curve of his jaw, the gentle slope of his nose, and the softness in his expression were enough to make Hoseok’s heart clench painfully in his chest.

“Yoongi—”

Before he could finish, Yoongi’s hand shot out, grabbing Hoseok’s wrist with a firm grip. In one fluid motion, he yanked Hoseok onto the bed. Hoseok let out a startled yelp, landing on the mattress with a bounce before Yoongi hovered over him, his face mere inches away.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?” Yoongi murmured, his voice low and hoarse.

Hoseok blinked, stunned into silence.

Yoongi cupped his face, his hands warm and trembling slightly. “You’ve ruined me, Hoseok. You’ve gotten under my skin, into my veins. It’s like I can’t breathe without you anymore.”

Hoseok’s lips parted, but no words came. Instead, he reached up, his own hands cradling Yoongi’s face. His thumbs brushed against Yoongi’s sharp cheekbones as he gazed into those siren-like eyes, trying to make sense of the turmoil within him.

Yoongi sighed, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into Hoseok’s touch. “I love you,” he whispered. “I didn’t want to. I wasn’t supposed to. But I do.”

The confession hit Hoseok like a tidal wave.

Yoongi opened his eyes, and they glistened with unshed tears. “At first, I thought it was just… you were tempting. My brother’s fiancé. Forbidden, dangerous. I just wanted to taste you, to feel you. But somewhere along the way…” He chuckled bitterly, a tear slipping down his cheek. “I fell. Hard. I just had one taste of you and i was finished. I couldn't stop coming back for more. And it hurts, Hoseok. It hurts so damn much because I know you’ll never be mine.”