Hoseok was making his way through the overcrowded house when he realized he had no idea where he was anymore. The living room entrance had disappeared a little after he exited, and he was now standing in a small hallway with people scattered about. Instead of being lost in a strangers house, the thing that scared him most was instead that he still hadn't found Jungkook. As he worried, he haphazardly grabbed a door knob to his right, pushing it open to reveal an occupied room with some frisky teenagers inside. He simply apologized and shut the door again.
He turned around and began to retrace his steps, trying to find a familiar place in the obnoxiously loud house, "If I were Jungkook at a party.. Where would I be?" he mumbled to himself.
Hoseok didn't expect to see Seokjin sitting alone on the stairs, and it almost upset him as he approached the older man.
"Hyung," He called, "Joonie told me Jungkook was with you. Was he lying to me..?"
He watched as Seokjin blearily shook his head, "He WAS here... with me.. but he said he was gonna go look for someone and that he'd be back soon. Check the living room, that's probably where he is. But uh, that's why I'm sitting here waiting instead of dancing."
Hoseok nodded, "Okay. Thank you..! Text me or something if he comes back, okay? I've been looking for him for awhile now."
Seokjin swirled the drink in his hand, "Will do. If I remember, that is. And uh, Hoseok.. Try to have a little fun? Please? I know parties aren't really your thing, but you should stop worrying so much and just let loose."
Hoseok blatantly ignored the request as he said a quiet goodbye, walking back into the large crowd of people. He had a feeling deep down that Seokjin was right about him being too tense, even if he didn't want to admit it.
He didn't dwell on the thought, however, because once he made it back to the living room he finally spotted his dumbass boyfriend. A sigh of relief subconsciously escaped his lips as he made his way to the latter, sneaking up on him as a sort of revenge.
"I'm never going to a party with you again," Hoseok mumbled into Jungkook's ear.
Jungkook let out a shrill screech in surprise (which left himself and another person that heard almost bawling from laughing too hard).
"Hoseok..!! You just scared the shit out of me! What on earth was that- stop laughing..! I'm serious! I could have died!" Jungkook yelled, almost being drowned out by the thumping bass.
Hoseok gained his breath back and reached up to pet Jungkook's hair, "It's what you get for abandoning me here. There's like, three people here that're familiar. It was awfully lonely trying to find you, y'know..!"
He watched as Jungkook crossed his arms, "I've been trying to find you, as well. Lets go swimming..! Namjoon-Hyung went out there a little and said to come out when I found you!"
Hoseok looked down at himself, a terrible feeling washing over him, "Are you sure..? I mean, do we have to?"
Jungkook shook his head, "Of course we don't have to. I'd really like it if we did, though..!"
Hoseok looked down again before shrugging, "Fine. But only because I like you."
Jungkook let out a cheer and pulled Hoseok outside, the quieter atmosphere making the older want to smile. It was still pretty chilly, but from what's been sprayed on him he's pretty sure the water was still warm. Jungkook had already stripped to his boxers by the time Hoseok built up the confidence to take off his shirt, but from what he could see, nobody was going to judge him because everyone out there was naked. It reminded him of some awkward nudist beach.
He shimmied out of his jeans and boxers with ease. When he stood up again, though, he was met with the sight of the century: Jungkook was stark naked and standing right in front of him. It wasn't like he'd never seen Jungkook naked (or vise-versa), but he'd never be able to get over how gorgeous Jungkook looked underneath all of his clothing. A few more seconds passed and they both grabbed their clothing to hang on one of the fence poles. It was definitely a lot colder without clothes on.
When Jungkook pulled Hoseok into the water, he ended up right on top of the latter for a few moments which accidentally left a ton of sexual tension between them, but he couldn't help it. They talked to other people, splashed eachother, and even got into a play fight - but no matter what they did, that awkward spark never seemed to leave. Hoseok knew it was a bad idea to do it and he cursed himself for not following that gut feeling.
By the time midnight rolled around they were finally getting out of the pool. Lots of people began coming outside, so they decided it'd be better to go back in before it got crowded. They grabbed some random towels ("it's only natural that we get them from the rack, it's obviously meant for the people at the party. Why else would there be so many? Lighten up, Hobi," Jungkook had said.) and slipped back into their clothing, rushing back inside. It was a relief how warm it was.
They found Namjoon and Seokjin making out on one of the couches, and decided they should both make an exit before they interrupted the love birds.
The way home was miserable. They both kept glancing at eachother but always looking away and the god awful silence was deafening, as ironic as it sounds. When they actually got back to Hoseok's apartment, however, it was like a dream come true. As soon as they were inside Jungkook had dragged Hoseok to his bedroom and he was all-but lightly shoved onto his mattress. Despite the calm look on Jungkook's face, it seemed like he was more than eager to 'get it on,' and Hoseok was happily compliant.
It started with foreplay (and a little bit of coaxing Jungkook into being a bit less gentle), which moved into what Hoseok liked to call 'the only part that matters.'
It was rough, a lot more than Hoseok had expected, but certainly enjoyable. It ended with Jungkook passed out beside him, and Hoseok with love bites littering his body. Not to mention the milky seed on himself and the bed. He stood up to take a look in the mirror and realized how fucked out he looked. He was covered in patches of red and pink, and sperm was all over his face and chest.
A smile grew over his face as he recalled the different moments of the night, and for a moment he thought maybe, just maybe, he could live with the man passed out on his bed for the rest of his life.
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Y'ALL I DID IT I WROTE A LONG-ISH CHAPTER THATS NOT JUST 400 WORDS ITS A MIRACLE
