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(angsty; yoongi's excited to see hoseok because he finished his mixtape, but all excitement fades to jealousy once he sees his boyfriend in a compromising position with another girl)
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hoseok had no right to be mad.
it's not like he's the one who saw his boyfriend let a girl grind on him because it's part of the dance step, yoongi, stop being so uptight. it's not like he's the one who just wanted to see his boyfriend but ended up leaving with the image of said boyfriend wrapping his arms around another girl's waist stuck in his mind.
it was yoongi who'd gone through just that.
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yoongi's excited.
a feeling he's never felt for weeks. he had just finished his mixtape, the fruit of his blood, sweat, and tears, and sleepless nights spent with strong coffee and rapping until his voice had gone hoarse.
he couldn't wait to tell hoseok all this.
the boy's always been the first one to listen to yoongi's newly produced songs. he's always been the one who'd tell him, yoongi, this is amazing. i can already see myself choreographing this song, and yoongi would always feel that burst of pride and affection bubble in his chest.
yoongi curls and uncurls his fingers, trying to keep his adrenaline at bay. he's been extremely jumpy, a result of caffeine and excitement mixed together. he taps his foot incessantly, watching the clock tick-tock-tick-tock as seconds and minutes pass by.
unable to control his patience, he snatches his parka from the coat rack and puts on his boots. he trudges the snow, thankful that hoseok's dance studio is only a 15-minute walk away from their dorm.
he just couldn't wait to see his boyfriend's face.
/
yoongi never expected to see this.
he opens the studio doors, only to find hoseok and someone – a girl, in a position too intimate for it to be strictly platonic. hoseok's arm is around the girl's waist and his other hand is laced with hers. the girl, seemingly satisfied with herself, inches her body closer to hoseok's not-so-subtlely and slowly moves her hips in a coquettish manner.
what a fucking sight.
the two didn't even notice yoongi, whose heart is already lodged in his throat. he's scared. scared of what will happen next. scared that hoseok would do something. yoongi's too choked up, and his knees are shaking and everything just hurts, hurts, hurts too much. tears are threatening to escape his eyes and he mentally berates himself for being so weak because this is – this is not min yoongi. min yoongi is strong, and the words that leave his mouth are much stronger. min yoongi can hurt and never be hurt.
however, min yoongi seems to forget that he is human too.
he forces his legs to run away, just anywhere away from that sight but even though he's already in his bedroom curled up and silently crying, the image of hoseok and the girl is still imprinted on his mind.
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"i told you, yoongi, it was part of the dance step. you seem to forget that i teach genres other than hip-hop," hoseok reasons out calmly.
"oh yeah? what kind of genre has grinding on it? dirty dancing?" yoongi chuckles bitterly. "fuck, hoseok, i don't know anymore. and the fact that you two are the only ones–"
"she needed my help, yoongi! she told me she can't get that one move right and i just taught her about it because it's my fucking job!" hoseok exhales through his nose, exasperation evident in his features.
"and now you're doing private lessons?" yoongi argued, both fists clenching beside him. "good job, hoseok. i bet you fucking liked it."
"goddamn it, yoongi!" hoseok raises his voice uncharacteristically and yoongi flinches. "i told her to lay off. why is it so fucking hard for you to understand? you're being too irrational!"
"irrational? me?" yoongi scoffed, jabbing a finger to his own chest. "i'm not blind, hoseok. i saw you and that girl with my own two eyes."
hoseok furrows his brows. "i already told you what i needed to tell you. if you choose to not believe it then that's already your problem. either way i'm fucking done. i'm tired, yoongi. goodnight."
yoongi watches as hoseok pushes past him, storming away from their argument – from yoongi. the older is rendered speechless. yoongi knows he can't just watch hoseok walk away.
hoseok had no right to be mad. he wasn't the one who'd gone through watching his boyfriend with another.
but yoongi's already been left behind too many times and he's sick of it. he never begged nor fought for it because his pride always wins.
for hoseok, he'll eat his fucking pride.
he clutches on the back of hoseok's shirt and the younger boy halts in his steps. yoongi opens his mouth to say something, but can't think of a way to start what he wanted to say. he steps closer to hoseok and lays his forehead on his shoulder.
"i'm scared." yoongi's voice cracks and before he knows it, he's crying. he's a broken dam unable to control the tears that stream down his eyes. he wraps his arms around hoseok's waist, pulling him closer before completely sobbing. "i'm scared that you'll cheat on me. y-you're the greatest thing that ever happened to me and seeing you with her – it just hurts. and i'm scared because fuck, i don't want you to leave."
hoseok unwraps yoongi's arms from his waist and yoongi's heart leaps out of his chest because hoseok's really leaving this time. the older presses the heels of his palm against his wet eyes, his whole body shaking from crying.
however, yoongi feels hoseok's grip on his wrists, removing yoongi's hands away from his eyes. hoseok hands cup yoongi's face, thumbs brushing the skin under his eyes, wiping the tears away. he gingerly takes the older's lips with his, kissing his sobs away.
"i'm not leaving, yoongi," hoseok whispers against yoongi's trembling lips. the older nods, burying his face against hoseok's throat. yoongi latches onto the younger's shirt, not wanting to let go.
hoseok kisses the top of yoongi's head. "i'm not leaving, yoongi," he repeats, but this time, with finality.
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it's my first angst work i hope it's ok idk be my judge
