Hoseok was right to be worried about their debut. It was July 13th 2013 when they had become a full band. It was odd though because they hadn't debuted as Idol's, just as hip hop artists. And that made him feel only a tiny bit better. When two years had passed and their band, BTS, had become more famous, they slowly made that transition into Idols and at the time he didn't mind. That was until the internet starting shipping them.
At first it surprised him, that anyone on the internet would want them to be gay. But then they started evaluating every glance at Yoongi. Started analyzing and evaluating and scrutinizing every single action that any of the members did. The constant guard put the couple, Hoseok and Yoongi on a tight rope, one that they were sure to fall off at the slightest
trip.
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"Why can't I get this bloody move right!" Yoongi half screamed, glaring at his reflection in the mirror. The 7 boys had been at this for hours now and even Hoseok was getting fed up of dancing. Slowly, cautiously, Hoseok approached Yoongi and grabbed hi arms, moving them into position.
"You have to move your hips before you push your arms in," he instructed and showed Yoongi the moves in a more simple and slowed down version. "Let your body flow into the rhythm of the moves." Hoseok let go and Yoongi nodded, copying the actions perfectly. He smiled and so did Hoseok.
"See I knew you could do it." Hoseok smiled and Yoongi kissed him on the cheek, not caring that the others were there.
They felt a slight discomfort as they realised that this whole time Jungkook had been filming them.
"Kookie, don't you dare post that to the internet." Yoongi warned, edging closer to him; trying to snatch the younger's phone from his hands. Jungkook just smirked at Yoongi and held the object out of reach.
"I already have." He replied and soon Yoongi and Hoseok were chasing after him, pure fury written over every feature.
Three Years Later
It was midnight and Yoongi was starving. He sighed at his laptop, the song he was working on did not even satisfy him in the slightest but he did this for money, it was the only way he could survive. It had to be past midnight by now, but all he could think of was the growing pain in his stomach. Come to think of it, when was the last time he ate? He couldn't even remember. The sheets around him were stained and old, his bed close to breaking point, but it was not like he could afford new sheets. He sighed and tried to rise from his now permanent residence on his mistress. He failed. Miserably.
Yoongi contemplated ordering pizza but didn't think any places would deliver at such a late hour. He checked anyway, his hunger getting the upper hand and found one online pizza place that was still taking orders, his saviour. He called in and the voice on the other end seemed bored as he noted down the order and told Yoongi the price. £12. For this expense, Yoongi would have to ration the rest of his food for a week but he didn't mind.
The order arrived and Yoongi crawled out of his nest, deeming it necessary to put trousers on as he made his way to the door. He was almost collapsing wth fatigue, since the deadline for the song was tomorrow at midnight. He didn't fully register what the man at the door said as he handed the pizza to him and Yoongi blinked. He looked up at the muscular man and froze. It couldn't be.
Hoseok
His heart seemed palpitable as it hammered in his chest. Not much had changed on this beautiful creature stood before him. He had red hair, almost as if he hadn't had the energy to redye it since they had been kicked from BigHit. He was glancing down at his hands, fidgeting and Yoongi realised the younger hadn't recognised him. He also realised that he was waiting for the money.
"Stay right here, I'll go grab the money." He said, trying to mask his voice as he sprinted into the other room. What was Hoseok doing working the night shift at a pizza shop? He had opportunities in dance that he could have explored after the incident, Hoseok had promised to follow his dreams. So why was he here?
Yoongi gathered himself before he grabbed the money, walking back to the door. Hoseok looked tired, exhausted even, and he could tell by the bags in his eyes that he hadn't slept in days. He looked thinner than he used to be, almost a shell of his former self and Yoongi's throat caught in his neck as he registered the deep scar that ran down half of Hoseok's face, cutting through his left eye and ending just over his eye brow.
He must have made a noise because Hoseok looked up at him, meeting his glare, and then the realisation hit them both and as if on cue the skies opened up to swallow their sorrows.
