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the day went by quick, i found out that i have some classes with people of my new squad, i cuddled a lot with yoongi in the breaks and we are now walking out of the school. meeting the others at the gate, hobi explains ,excited.

"we planned a sleepover at my house on saturday, do you wanna come too?!"
he basically screams at me and jumps around. "Yes! when should i show up? i need to know when to be fashionable late." i chuckle as yoongi grabs my hand.

"just come around 12. okay ill see yall to- wait you dont know where i live?" he cuts himself off. "ill pick him up." yoongi answers and fixes the problem. "okay good. ill see you guys tomorrow!" hobi finishes his sentence and turns around to walk in the opposite direction.

"well be heading off too. were gonna study a bit at jin's." namjoon explains as he winks good bye since jin has already started walking. "i want my hot chocolate." yoongi demands and tugs at my hand. i chuckle before walking in the direction of my new home, yoongi beside me, smiling slightly.

we arrive at my house and i pull out my keys. opening the door i shout. "hello? mom?" getting no answer i assume shes still at work. "its nice. your new house. you moved last week, right?" yoongi asks as he enters and closes the door behind him.

"yeah, how do you know?" i say while setting down my things and kicking off my shoes. he does the same and we walk to the kitchen. "hobi told me." he simply answers. i pull out two mugs and the cacao, while yoongi walks to the fridge and pulls out milk. i take it from him and pour it into the mugs.

it feels weirdly domestic and familiar. ive missed this.

after putting the cacao in and stirring, i put it in the microwave and get the whipped cream and sprinkels, while yoongi puts the milk away. he walks up to me and holds my hands while we wait in silent. the microwave 'dings' and i get the mugs. we decorate our hot chocolates and walk up the stairs.

i remember the mess i made this morning and sigh. i take yoongis mug and set it down on the nightstand. i push the stuff from the bed i push my blanket back and sit down. tapping on my legs, yoongi goes and sits in my lap. i pull my blanket around us and hand him his mug.

talk about abuse ahead

"tell me everything, baby boy." i softly say and kiss his cheek. he smiles fondly and takes a sip. take a fucking sip babes. "it all started when i left my phone in the livingroom. she just took it and i forgot to lock it. she read our chats and confronted me about it."

he leans his head against mine and i swing my free arm around him, as i take a sip. take a fucking sip babes. "she said a lot of distgusting things and threw my phone against the wall. she screamed at me and locked me in my room for the rest of the day. when she finally let me out, i tried to call you over landline but no one picked up. later she found out and started slapping me."

he sighs and takes a sip and so do i. take a fucking sip babes. "that went on for a bit. then she told me that were moving. after that, she got even more abusive." he puts the mug on the nightstand and rolled up his sleeve. it showed a few marks. he pulls it down and takes his mug again.

he takes a sip. take a fucking sip babes. "one time when i was over at hobi's house i finally called my dad and told him. the next day the police shoved up and i got to pack my things. my dad picked me up and i never saw her again. living with my dad is nice now."

  talk ended

he ended his story and takes a long sip. take a fucking sip babes. "thats good. do the others know?" i ask calmly. "yeah, they know." we quietly drink our chocolate while cuddling. yoongi looks around the room and chuckles a bit. "youre so messy." he laughs.

before i am able to answer, keys were turned and the door opens. a few silent seconds pass, before my mom starts screaming. "YOONGI?!?" she drops her things with a loud 'thud' and runs up the stairs. my room opens and she stares at us. "finally! god, you dont know how annoying tae has been the past months!"

"thanks mom." i say bitterly and take a fucking sip babes. yoongi starts laughing, sets down his mug and stands up. "its nice to see you too mrs. kim." he chuckles and hugs my mom. "so youre still dating?" she ask with joy. we both nod and yoongi sits back down in my lap.

"oh good. my ship is sailing. so, ill leave you two to being gay again but ill bring snacks later. have fun and use protection!" she trails before closing the door and leaving us behind, blushing. i take a last sip of my hot chocolate and place it beside yoongis.

i turn him around and kiss him deeply. he returns immideatly and puts his arms around my neck. grabbing his hips, i slide my tongue over his bottom lip and he slightly opens his mouth. my tounge explores his mouth as he begins panting quietly.

slowly sliding my hands into his shirt, he lets out a small moan. i smirk before pulling away and looking at him. he groans while gripping my hair and slamming our lips back together. i groan in surprise and grip yoongis hips tighter.
he lets a loud moan slip and looks down in embarassment. "youre so cute." i whisper, causing him to blush more.

after a minute i put a finger under his chin, lifting his head up. hes still blushing madly. i kiss him and put my hands on his ass. he jumps and moans again when i softly sqeeze it. the door aprubtly opens, making him hide in my chest, fisting my shirt.

"i got my favourite gays some snacks- oh. youre busy. okay, ill just put them here on the desk." my mom comes in, dancing around, stopping when she sees us. she puts a tray with snacks down on the desk and walks backwards out of the room again. "mom!" i scream embarassed and hug yoongi tightly.

the rest of the evening is spend cuddling, talking, drinking hot chocolate and eating snacks. around 8pm yoongi gets a message from his dad that we has to go home. i kiss him goodbye and he leaves. i have a very long and embarassing talk about sex and how to use protection with my mom and then leave to go to sleep.
the day couldnt have been better.

a/n
thats gay

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