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Hoseok layed on the bed in the room Jimin had begrudgingly given him, staring blankly at the walls that seemed to mock him with every passing second. This house brought back too many memories—ones he had tried so hard to bury. Being here again felt like reopening old wounds, and it hurt more than he thought it would.
He sighed, tossing and turning on the unfamiliar mattress, but no position felt right. Across the room, Lila slept peacefully in her crib, her soft breaths the only comforting sound in the stifling silence. Hoseok ran a hand through his disheveled hair and gave up on trying to sleep.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he got up barefoot and padded toward the door. With a quiet click, he stepped out into the hallway, closing the door gently behind him so as not to wake Lila.
He wasn’t sure where he was going—he just needed to move, to clear his head, to breathe. Slowly, he descended the staircase, his hand gliding along the polished banister. The house felt as grand as ever, but to him, it was suffocating.
At the bottom of the stairs, he paused, gripping the bannister as he tried to steady himself. But his thoughts came to a screeching halt when the front door suddenly opened with a loud creak.
Hoseok froze, his eyes widening as Jimin stumbled into the living room, lips locked with a man Hoseok had never seen before. They were practically devouring each other, their hands roaming freely. The stranger pinned Jimin against the couch, his hand slipping inside Jimin’s pants, eliciting a loud, shameless moan.
Hoseok stumbled back, his jaw dropping as heat crawled up his neck. His body went rigid as if rooted to the floor.
Then, in the midst of the heated moment, Jimin tilted his head slightly—and their eyes met.
For a brief second, everything stopped. The air crackled with tension, and Hoseok’s heart hammered in his chest.
But Jimin didn’t even flinch. With a sly, almost mocking look, he turned back to the man on top of him, resuming their fevered kiss with even more fervor.
Hoseok clenched his fists, his blood boiling. Before he could think, he stormed toward the pair, grabbed a pillow from the nearby couch, and began whacking the man on top of Jimin with surprising force.
“Hey! What the—” the man exclaimed, scrambling off Jimin in confusion.
“Hoseok!” Jimin shouted, sitting up as he glared at Hoseok. “What the hell are you doing?!”
Hoseok didn’t answer. His movements were instinctual, driven by a fire he couldn’t quite place. With surprising strength, he grabbed the stranger’s arm and dragged him toward the door, ignoring the man’s protests.
“Let go of me! Are you insane?” the man yelled, but Hoseok didn’t care.
Reaching the door, Hoseok yanked it open and shoved the man outside before slamming it shut in his face.
Spinning around, Hoseok’s chest heaved as he met Jimin’s furious gaze.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Hoseok?” Jimin demanded, stepping closer.
Hoseok pointed an accusatory finger at him, his voice shaking with anger. “I should be the one asking you that question, Jimin!”
Jimin raised a brow, his anger fading into something more mischievous. “Oh? And why’s that? Don’t tell me…” He smirked, tilting his head. “You’re jealous.”
Hoseok scoffed mockingly, crossing his arms. “Jealous? Why the hell would I be jealous? We’re divorced, remember? You’ve moved on, I’ve moved on—there’s nothing left between us.”
Jimin hummed, the smirk never leaving his face as he took a step closer. “Oh, really?”
Before Hoseok could respond, Jimin closed the distance between them, his hand slipping around Hoseok’s waist. Hoseok tensed as Jimin leaned forward, his nose brushing teasingly against Hoseok’s cheek.
A shiver ran down Hoseok’s spine, his breath hitching.
Jimin pulled back slightly, just enough to look into Hoseok’s eyes before capturing his lips in a sudden, commanding kiss. His teeth tugged at Hoseok’s bottom lip, teasing and pulling, before diving back in for more.
The kiss was fiery and dominating, Jimin’s hand tightening on Hoseok’s waist as his tongue swept over Hoseok’s lips, demanding entrance. Hoseok whimpered, his arms instinctively wrapping around Jimin’s neck as he melted into the kiss.
Jimin deepened the kiss, his lips moving with purpose and skill, almost as if he was trying to claim Hoseok all over again. He tilted his head, pressing harder, sucking the air from Hoseok’s lungs as if it were his to take.
Hoseok clung to Jimin, his knees threatening to give out as the kiss grew more heated, more intoxicating. He matched Jimin’s vigor, his fingers threading through Jimin’s hair as he let out a soft moan.
But just as Hoseok felt like he might lose himself entirely, Jimin abruptly pulled away.
Hoseok’s lips were swollen, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he whined softly, trying to pull Jimin back.
Jimin smirked, his thumb brushing over Hoseok’s flushed cheek. “That’s all you’re getting from me,” he teased, stepping back.
Hoseok blinked, confusion and frustration warring on his face.
Jimin’s smirk widened as he leaned closer, his voice low and taunting. “If you want more, go get it from Yoongi.”
With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Hoseok standing there, cheeks flushed and heart racing.
Hoseok clenched his fists, glaring at Jimin’s retreating figure. But no matter how much he wanted to deny it, his lips still tingled from the kiss, and his heart wouldn’t stop pounding.
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Between Blood and Desire ~ YoonMinSeok
Fanfiction"You're my husband's brother, Yoongi, and plus... You're married." Hoseok hissed, his voice breaking as Yoongi's hand slid dangerously low. "And yet," Yoongi whispered, his lips brushing against Hoseok's ear, "you moan my name like it's the only one...
