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"Just Tell Me What You Want (Imma Give It To You)."
"Hoseok what the hell are you trying to do--- T-Taehyung-ah?!" Min Yoongi questioned before searching the whole room with his eyes. ". . . . . where's Seok?" Yoongi slowly crossed his arms at the younger male who was typing something on a phone. Hoseok's phone to be more specific. "Well, TaeTae?!"
Kim Taehyung slipped his bottom lip out from beneath his teeth, to look up at the older boy with a mocking 'innocent' expression. "Don't you know, Yoongi hyung? Hobi hyung is preparing himself to give you one hell of a show," Taehyung explained while giggling mischievously. "You still want that lap dance don't you?"
The gears deep within Yoongi's mind finally locked into place as he growled at the younger brunette and clenched his fists. "Really, TaeTae? Do you seriously have nothing better to do with your miserable and pathetic little fucking life?" The older boy glared while Taehyung stood and stretched with a warm smile.
"Other than get you hard for your crush, and set you two up together? Not really." Taehyung smirked and patted Yoongi's clothed erection, causing the older to jerk away with a surprised yelp. Taehyung giggled once again, avoided being hit by Yoongi (not forgetting to hand Hoseok's phone to the older blonde boy), and dashed off out of the room, closing the door behind him.
"One day, Kim Taehyung," Yoongi threatened under his breath, glaring at the door. "I really will kill you."
"Y-Yoongi hyung?" A familiar voice called behind him. "Wh-what are you doing here???" The blonde male felt like dying of embarrassment on the spot, but gulped and slowly turned around instead.
Min Yoongi fucked up. Standing in front of him was a wet, shirtless young man, with only a towel hanging low on his hips. Damp raven black hair, dripping wet and well-tanned (also very fit) body, as well as a facial expression that just screamed confusion. Jung Hoseok's eyes were filled with shock, but as hard as he tried, Yoongi couldn't ignore the way Hoseok's gaze scanned his whole body. Yoongi was screaming internally- crying for help out of this awkward situation.
"M-me??? Umm I-I was just uhh, you know . . . returning your phone to you." Yoongi chuckled, and awkwardly handed Jung Hoseok his own cell phone, who looked at him with a curiously raised eyebrow. "I-I didn't do anything to it, I swear, but TaeTae kept sending me messages and I thought it was you, so yeah."
"That's it? Oh, well thanks I guess." Hoseok intoned. Yoongi awkwardly and nervously bid the younger farewell, and was about to leave the room until he heard a shaky breath come from Hoseok. The sound was beautiful. Yoongi slightly turned, just enough to see that the raven-haired boy was looking at the conversation Yoongi had with Taehyung (on Yoongi's defense, he thought it was Hoseok). And then Hoseok let out another of those hesitant beautiful inhales for oxygen; it was music to Yoongi's ears. Hoseok dragged his lower lip between his teeth, and the sight was so attracting made Yoongi's erection twitch within his pants. "H-Hyung? Do you, umm . . . . . would you- like to--"
"Yes . . . ?" Yoongi trailed on, patiently waiting for Hoseok to carefully choose his words.
"How about that lap dance you asked so nicely for?" Hoseok questioned making the older boy's cheeks blush madly.
"Ah, I don't know, Hobi, I mean-- we're in a hotel. We wouldn't do something so stupid, right?"
"Huh? Y-yeah, we're definitely smarter than that. No doubt." Yoongi scoffed quietly to himself, and shook his head in disbelief. Hoseok sounded so . . . disappointed. "W-we're adults who can make adult-like decisions because we are adults ourselves."
"Mhmm. Correct. We aren't Jikook. So, since we are responsible adults, we will make the right decision by taking a shower---"
"Separate showers." Hoseok added interrupting the blonde male.
"R-right, good thinking Hoseok. And we will change alone, sleep in different rooms, and wake up in different beds. Right?" Hoseok didn't reply, but nodded in response. Yoongi sighed heavily and turned back around to face the door. Just as Yoongi's fingers wrapped around the doorknob, Hoseok called out to him, making Yoongi's whole body freeze as his heart pounded harshly within his chest.
"Y-Yoongi hyung . . . ?" Hoseok called more hesitantly, this time his voice trembling.
"Yes Hoseok?"
" . . . . . Aw, fuck it!" Yoongi's eyes widened in shock when Hoseok charged toward the older male and tackled Yoongi.
