Your Hope (YoonSeok)

Chap 31

Choose to shine

- Unknown

Hoseok's Pov

Speechless. That is what I am when I woke up this morning. Just thinking about it is making me hard all over again.

I was glad that my first time was with someone I love. I didn't even think when I said it, it was like it was so natural like we've said it for years. And when he said it back my heart stopped.

He was laying next to me with his head turned the other way. The duvet wasn't covering his top half so I reached over and pulled it up to his shoulders. But damn did he surprise me with that leather he was wearing, just basically the full outfit.

When I saw him standing at the door and the presents stacked up. My heart swirled with love. When I opened them and saw all the art things and finally the silver band.

I looked down at it now and saw it resting on my index finger. Y+H was engraved in it. That was then I realised I'm never letting this boy go. I was 110% going to marry this boy. I won't let him leave me if he does I'll always be right behind him following him and loving him.

I felt his eyes staring at the side of my head.

"You know it's creepy to stare," I said turning to face him.

"I was just admiring." He smiled.

"Hmm okay." I bought him closer to me. "You know you're going to marry me someday."

"I'm going to marry you huh? So I get no say in it?" He said, tracing a tattoo.

"Yup, you're mine forever." I kissed his forehead.

"Forever." He whispered.

He fell back to sleep after about ten minutes. I slid out from under the duvet and covered my junk before walking over to my draws and getting out a pair of boxers. I slid them on and walk out of the bedroom to the kitchen.

I put some water in the kettle and waited for it to boil. Once I made my tea I walked into the living room and sat the tea down on the coffee table. I looked at all the wrapping paper and my presents sitting around.

I grabbed the sketchbook and some pencils. When I draw it's like I don't think, like it's like my hand knows what to draw. I could spend hours drawing one image.

After around two hours I heard movement in the bedroom. I heard his feet pad into the bathroom. I carried on drawing but I couldn't help the smile coming onto my face.

"Hi." He said quietly.

I turned my head to face him, he was wearing one of my tops and boxers. His bed hair... Fuck.

"Hey." I smiled. He walked over to me and sat next to me, he reached forward and grabbed my tea. He drank some before pulling a face.

"Ew, how many sugars are in this?" He asked.

"Like one." I took it out of his hand and took a sip.

"It's nasty, you need like 5." I love how he was getting comfortable around me.

"I love you," I said randomly.

He looked up and smiled. "I love you too Hoseok." He kissed my arm. "You've been drawing?" I nodded. "Can I see?" He asked.

I passed it over to him, even though it had one drawing it in. He opened it and gasped.

It was a picture of him in bed, the pillows were surrounding him. He wasn't naked but the duvet came up to above his chest.

"It's beautiful." He whispered tracing his fingers gently over it.

We were interrupted by some knocks on the door.

"I'll get it," I said getting up and kissing his head.

I walked to the front door and opened it just popping my head out.

"So how was it?" Kyung grinned. He paused himself in and walked into the living room.

"Dipshit is here," I said following him and sitting next to Yoongi.

"So how was it? Was he big? Large? Was he good man? Come on tell me." He grinned.

"You're a fucking sex manic," I said.

"I just want to know." He shrugged, not even denying it.

"Well, we aren't telling you." Yoongi crosses his arms and lent into me.

"So you DID DO IT." He screamed.

"Kyung get out."