What a Wet Blanket • Yoonseok °SEQUEL°

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"Hey~" she spoke scooting closer on tue stool in front of the counter beloinging to the bar to Hoseok. He smiled his toothy smile. He was drunk, but sober enough to know she trying to get in his pants.

"Sorry hun, but I have a wife." Hoseok slurred, his mind immediately picturing Yoongi underneath him squirming and flushed. The woman beside him scoffed and stomped away in a pout.

Hoseok stared off into space as the group (Jackson, Mark, Seokjin and Namjoon) were laughing and joking around a few feet away from him. All that has been on Hoseok's mind was Yoongi. Hoseok was far from finished with the journey of figuring Yoongi out. Yoongi still hasn't even told him about his childhood years, but Hoseok can't complain because he hasn't told him squat either.

As Hoseok's mind continued to wander an idea popped in his mind.

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Think Yoongi! Think!

Yoongi groaned in defeat, he's has been trying his hardest to figure out what he could do to have Hoseok forgive him.

Yoongi was not going to beg for forgiveness with tempting Hoseok with sex. That, for Yoongi, was too embarrassing.

Yoongi racked his fingers through his silvery locks as he was still siting of the empty bed belonging to Hoseok. Yoongi didn't want to leave to his apartment. He's practically been living in Hoseok's. His apartment was too lonely.

Yoongi was about to let out a loud groan once more when a cheesy idea slapped him across the face.

Yoongi now knew how to make it up to him.

(A/N before you start thinking things, it's nothing involving sex, #sorrynotsorry)

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Hoseok finally made it home after taking a cab since he new he wasn't sober enough to actually drive, but once Hoseok had unlocked the door to apartment he was met with a sweet and salty fragrance. Hoseok frowned in confusion as he walked to the kitchen to find Yoongi in a white apron over the stove cooking something.

"Yoongi, what are you doing?" Hoseok asked in a hoarsed voice. Yoongi jumped, once again startled by Hoseok's surprise appearance.

"W-well, I felt really guilty for saying unnecessary things and I decided to gain your forgiveness with food, but I don't know how to cook anything but Ramen." Yoongi chuckled nervously. Hoseok didn't respond and sauntered beside him to look over his shoulder to find nearly finished Ramen boiling in a pot.

Hoseok sighed and rested his chin of Yoongi's shoulder, Yoongi tensed at first but mellowed out.

"Sorry...." Yoongi whispered. Hoseok glanced at Yoongi then back at the boiling pot.

"I know you didn't mean what you said, Yoongi...... but..... it's just....... I know you only say hurtful comments when you're trying to protect yourself....." Hoseok trailed while Yoongi tensed once more. Hoseok lifted his chin from Yoongi's shoulder and looked into Yoongi's wavering eyes.

"I..I.... don't know what to say." He mumbled. Hoseok sighed and laced their fingers together, dragging Yoongi away from the stove and into the living room. Hoseok took a seat on his leather couch and pulled Yoongi onto his lap, Yoongi blushed madly but didn't protest.

"Yoongi..... when you're hurt..... you have to tell me so then I can comfort you...."

Yoongi nodded shamefully, not looking at Hoseok.

"Now.... I won't force you to tell me anything... but I'll tell you first." Hoseok spoke in a cold voice, which got Yoongi's attention. "I was very close to my mother. She was my favorite person in the world, she would always ask for my help and I would always help her. We would sometimes trash the whole house just by trying to make a simple cake, we always cleaned it together........ but then she..... she got into a car accident..... and one thing led to another, she d-died due to severe injuries. At that time I was only 13 and I was placed in foster care since my father had left my mother a long time ago and I had no relatives. I spent 3 years in that foster house. They raised wonderfully, then I fell in love.... with a man, he...... had a really bad case of depression and he e-eventually committed s-suicide..... he left me a note, it's been 5 years..... and I still haven't read it....." Hoseok was now in tears, his voice was shaking and Yoongi sat frozen on his lap.

Yoongi had never seen Hoseok cry, it was always all smiles with him.

Yoongi didn't know how to react, there was no one there for him when he cried. So he went with his instinct.

Yoongi tightly wrapped his arms around Hoseok's neck and whispered comforting words as Hoseok cried his heart out in his chest.

Once Hoseok's cries died down, Yoongi pulled back and took Hoseok's face in his hands and placed a small peck on his lips.

"I......." Yoongi started, he closed his eyes and rested his forehead on Hoseok's, "I.... love you, Jung Hoseok...."

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Sue me. Hurry.