LATTE TALK • yoonseok • #WattPride

☕ vingt neuf ☕

The worn trainers kick against the asphalt as the sky lightens from purple to a pinkish haze. A constant, cold breeze brushes past his damp locks sticking to his sweating forehead and he speeds up, aiming to finish the last of his laps before his alarm is supposed to go off.

Hoseok revels in the surge of energy that gushes within him as he jogs past the final turn at the street and only stops when he nears the apartment complex where he has lived for the past year now. The jog through the deserted Seoul streets at daybreak was much needed for the perplexed Hoseok; at least now he is not tearing his hair out at why Namjoon has been this retreated since their last lovemaking. The elevator cart groans when he climbs inside and the coolness of the metal body is refreshing against his hot skin. His breathe huffs in and out in puffs of smoke in the cold hallway and he hurries inside the threshold.

The clock fixed on to the living room wall ticks at 5:40 and he seats himself on the couch as his heart rate evens out after the jogging. There are no sounds except Hoseok's shuffling feet and harsh breathing, hinting that Namjoon is still under the warm covers and he wants nothing more than to snuggle into his boyfriend's big embrace and sleep into next week. But he cannot, for he probably smells worse than he knows with the amount he sweated jogging, and waking up someone with that odor would be cruel and horrendous.

So he opts for the next alternative and sets towards the kitchen, and as he turns on the coffee brewer, his mind sifts through last night.

Hoseok is yet not sure how to categorize Namjoon's reaction when Yoongi's text had dinged through. His body had gone stock-still and Hoseok's fingers would not type out a reply unless Namjoon at least showed some emotion. Which the younger did not, and he had walked out of the room with the feeble excuse of washing up before dinner. And when he had returned from the bathroom, his persona had taken a complete 180° turnabout and Hoseok could not, or more accurately, would not have dared ruined that angelic smile by mentioning what happened earlier.

But, he knows. He knows that if they do not talk about the elephant in the room soon enough, one of them will surely combust and the other will be left with the charred remains. He knows that they cannot dance around the problem for too long, and mind-blowing sex will only mask it so far. Namjoon had taken the last night to amend for all those nights he had strayed far away from him, and he had taken to worshipping every bit of Hoseok, murmuring praises like prayers against his trembling body. He had quaked under his rough ministrations and his eyes had witnessed the glorious sight of Namjoon lapping up every last glob of his warm seed. The image had itself been deliciously unholy, but it had edged him on and Hoseok had come a second time, across his boyfriend's firm, toned abs while Namjoon had pulsed in and out of him in manic vigor. They had lain panting against each other, and Hoseok remembers now, as the smell of ground coffee gets stronger and stronger, how Namjoon had pulled him into his chest and murmured sweet nothings into his red hair.

He pulls two mugs out of the rack and sets out two steaming servings of freshly brewed coffee. Two cubes of sugar go slosh into each mug, and he eases into their bedroom with the toe of right foot just as the sky changes its hue from pink to the orange that matches their coffee mugs.

"Hey." A head peeks up from underneath the duvet and his heart warms at the sleepy face that languidly smiles back at him.

"It's daybreak now, Joon," Hoseok states as he walks to the lone set of couch on the cramped veranda, from where the view of the sun will be gorgeous, and sets their mugs down on the railing of the space. A moment later, a duvet-clad figure shuffles inside the veranda, and they take up their spots: Namjoon spooning the older boy with one arm draped around Hoseok's lower back as he snugly sits on the younger's lap and the other hand nursing the much-needed coffee. The sky splits up into shades of reds and oranges and yellows as the couple breathes in the crisp morning air and sips their coffee in pleasant silence. Hoseok had missed this; their secret moment where nothing really mattered except the two of them as the rays of sunlight soaked them with hope and love. Namjoon turns around to face Hoseok, and his heart swells within his ribcage at the beautiful sight; the content smile etched on his lips and the rays of sunlight splaying across the dips and planes of his face, accentuating the high cheekbones and sharp jawlines.

"What?" he bashfully asks, nuzzling his nose into the younger's neck, as if to hide away.

"You are so beautiful, hyung." Namjoon sets his empty mug down and cups Hoseok's cheeks to pull him out of his embarrassed nirvana and presses a soft kiss against one of the love bites he had left last night. The sigh that leaves the elder's mouth only fuels him on; he seeks out every mark that is there without pulling the shirt off his body and soon enough the blanket is sliding off their entangled bodies and Namjoon's lips are claiming Hoseok's. The mugs are cast aside and the sun is out now, and their hands are fumbling and kneading and drawing out heady keens, which spill inside the other's mouth as their lips push and pull in accordance. 

They stumble back to the mussed bed and once again, they bodies succumb to the lazy tempo of their coupling, their moans and whispers. Namjoon's back arches off the sheets and he chants the name of the one person he had truly ever loved the most, as if it would bring him his release faster. Hoseok's fuzzy brain picks up bits of the name, and he does not recognize it, but he does not register the fact for his thrusts are getting sloppier and his insides are burning for release. He comes, and as his heart rate beats down to normal, Namjoon finally lets go with one final thrust and a murmur of the name. They stay still in their positions until the tinny alarm clock starts blaring and they have to part ways for the day. Namjoon kisses him one last time, a silent promise of more to follow, and Hoseok holds him in place to ask that one question that had been burning him since so long.

"Is there going to be a time when you'll tell me?"

Namjoon's lips press a soft kiss on his forehead and he nods his head in reassurance.

"I will, hyung, I will. Just... just give me some time, okay?"

It is not until later that Hoseok glides inside the coffee shop and takes his position behind the counter that he realizes the name Namjoon had orgasmed to had not been his; instead the faint, inaudible murmur had strangely sounded like Yoongi.

author's note: i am turning into the biggest trash for namseok, istg. also, smirks in coconut because oh lord, the drama. *sips too many cups of tea*