↝ are you sure you don't have any childhood grudge against sug-
shut the fuck up and just take the order, latte boy ↜
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| where min yoongi seems to prefer extra black americano, but the red-haired barista is de...
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"God, Hobi-ah, one job and you have to toe the line?" The words take forever to reach the frustrated redhead, currently sprawled across the baby blue quilt on their shared bed. His back is being massaged by his very attentive boyfriend, who had let him rant for the past hour about the fucked-up customer he serves every morning, who just so happened to have cost half of his weekly wage.
"I didn't do anything, Joon. I mean, every human makes a mista—"
"And on your part, the mistake happened to be intentional. I get it you are pissed at that guy, but honestly, have you been hearing yourself lately? YOU SPIKED A GUY'S AMERICANO WITH CARAMEL SAUCE!" Namjoon's words finally reaches Hoseok and he does realize how stupid, stupid, stupid this sounds. Who the hell on this damned planet does something so petty?
"God, I just wanted that idiot to have a taste of sugar, that's it!" He huffs into the soft pillow, but a little part of him does a little Tonga on the couch...
"Ugh... leave it. You haven't had your dinner yet, have you?" A meek shake of head earns Hoseok another loving glare from Namjoon. "I can't even trust you to take care of your own tummy. God. Get up now, I need help cooking."
But Namjoon is pulled back onto the bed, and his lithe waist takes little than a moment to be wrapped around the redhead's lower abdomen. A bloom of color spreads across Hoseok's cheeks when Namjoon cocks his eyebrow.
"Feeling pretty rebellious today, are we?" Their fingers inaudibly trail down each others' lips, a silent gesture to urge the other on. Namjoon dips down and his tongue gently swipes at the hollow between Hoseok's collarbones, the latter sinking his teeth into his plush bottom lip in result. The intimate touches are roaming and scattered, but every scorching trail of lingering fingers drag out strangled whimpers from both their lips. It does not take long before their hungry mouths are pillowing against each others', their heated tents rolling. Namjoon had always been a firework of hormones for Hoseok; every touch, every whisper of teeth against his skin had his mind reeling back to places only meant for the lonely darkness of the night.
When their faces pull away, Hoseok sucks in a deep breath before replying,
"Pissing off Min Yoongi sure as hell takes a lot of rebellion."
And Namjoon's hands still on his boyfriend's sides.
"Come again? Who?" The moment is long gone and now the two boys stare at each other with equal perplexity, none quite sure what really happened.
"I said pissing off Min Yoongi takes a lot of rebellion."
"Is it your americano guy?"
Hoseok is not sure where this is going. "Uh, yeah? Yong-guk hyung mentioned that idiot's name when he informed me about the wage cut. But why? Is something wrong?" He props himself up on his elbows and looks into Namjoon's eyes. An inaudible sigh escapes the brunette who dissolves the frown of his face returns to his smirking self, pinning his boyfriend back down onto the mattress.
"Nah, other than the fact that I really want to mark your skin, everything is fine, babe." And Hoseok loses all train of thought as his lover takes it upon himself to take charge.
