drabbles | bts (discont)

100 to 0 real quick (I'll make it up to you)

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"if you didn't know already, your pink hair really did suit you." hoseok says out of the blue, which has yoongi flinching, ears perking.

namjoon comes into the room like a fucking hurricane. gangly limbs bumping into coffee tables and having a painful meeting with the couch chair, falling back only to hit his head on yoongi's pedestal from across the room.

hoseok and yoongi just stare at namjoon, who's groaning about how his entire body hurts and how god has placed a curse on him.

"...anyways." hoseok continues. yoongi just raises a brow at him.

"thanks, i guess?" yoongi just replies with, which has hoseok smiling, falling back into yoongi's bed. one because his bed is really soft and clean unlike his and namjoon's, and two because he just wanted to get a whiff of yoongi's scent.

"i smell sexual tension." namjoon snorts, already seated at the coffee table and reaching out to grab hoseok's cup of coffee, but ends up flinching and yes, the foreseeable future, the coffee spills and namjoon just groans again because yoongi is going to kill him and he is going to have a dildo shoved up his ass.

yoongi just stands angrily, leaving his room to get some tissues to clean the mess.

"suck a dick, will you?" hoseok sighs, bringing a hand to his face.

"same." namjoon only grumbles, and he's most definitely aware that he's fucked up.

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the week after that common situation - hoseok greets yoongi in the men's showers of their dorm.

"morning," hoseok says so casually, despite the two being stark naked in the bath, yoongi's eyes wide and clear.

"yeah," yoongi mumbles, proceeding to soap himself down.

hoseok finds himself glancing at yoongi's totally exposed body, all pale and soft, and hoseok definitely shouldn't be hard. he's had a crush on yoongi for so long, ever since they met in the most unconventional way, dildo up yoongi's ass.

long story short, hoseok was new to the dorms, so he decided to greet his neighbours. his hello's to seokjin had went well, he even got a cake as a welcome gift. seokjin is really nice, and hoseok would totally have that tattooed on his ass because it's the truth.

when he got to yoongi's room, he softly knocked on his door first, cautious if he was sleeping because seokjin told hoseok that yoongi sleeps a lot and if he's ever disturbed, he'll murder you in your sleep.

hoseok opened the door far enough to see yoongi, in his desk chair, panting and sweaty and face flushed with a dildo up his ass. yoongi was softly moaning and panting as he pulled the fake dick out and in of his asscrack, and the slicking sounds totally made hoseok hard.

when the door had creaked though, yoongi's eyes turned to see hoseok, palming his pants and eyes wide, a thin layer of sweat on his collarbones which had been very much exposed because he was wearing a tank top. despite his light choice of clothing, hoseok still felt so hot.

and yoongi looked absolutely gorgeous all flushed and pant-less, pretty legs trembling.

they stood there both in a state of shock, and yoongi had quickly pulled his pants on but hoseok had already swung the door closed because his and yoongi's face are both red and hoseok had definitely had to take a washroom break because of that.

the days after that, yoongi acts as it had never happened. and hoseok does that too, mostly because he can totally picture yoongi getting so embarrassed and combusting because hoseok had mentioned it to him or something.