... And Other Ships

YoonSeok: Mine [s]

dedicated to mirallenpudding. request for a request, my dear. enjoy <3

Yoongi didn't ask for this. He really didn't want any of this to happen, but he just couldn't say no.

Min Yoongi met Jung Hoseok senior of high school. Then, Hoseok was the nerdiest, most eccentric boy he had ever seen in his entire life. Kind to everyone, all smiles, loud, and a living ray of sunshine that made everyone's day a little brighter; even Yoongi's. Yoongi was the exact opposite; quiet, cold, and cruel. No one talked to him and he talked to no one. Except for Hoseok, who made a point every day to tell the older how beautiful he was and how much he was appreciated.

Now, twenty-five and a liberal arts major, Yoongi felt fine. Well, he felt fine until that familiar ringtone filled his ears. Then, he felt used and worthless, as well as completely amazed.

Over the years, Hoseok grew up to become one of the hottest people Min Yoongi knew. It was absolutely astounding to him how a sweet, nerdy boy became sex on two legs without even trying. But of course, that was only on the outside. Inside, Hoseok was still the same boy he had always been and the older was thankful, but only to an extent.

He was the only one Hoseok ever allowed to get close to him. Yoongi knew the boy inside and out, forward and back. And the younger knew Yoongi the same way. Deep down inside the ball of sunshine was a river of sadness, self-hatred and the desperate desire to feel human. Hoseok kept it all bottled up inside him until he exploded, leaving Yoongi to clean up his bloody mess. The older couldn't even remember how many times he was called at ass o'clock because Hoseok had a mental breakdown and broke out his metal coping mechanism.

The good thing was that Hoseok stopped the third year they were friends, but the scars tainted his gorgeously tattooed arms. They were barely visible due to the ink, but you could feel them; the ghosts of his past. Only now, he hid behind a sexy aura that was visible to everyone, but only Yoongi's to experience.

Two years ago, they agreed on a 'friends-with-benefits' deal; no feelings attached. Yoongi knew it was wrong, but he went along with it because he crushed on Hoseok so freaking hard and he needed to keep him around somehow. It was unhealthy on his part, but now he just couldn't stop. And Yoongi really hated himself for his inability to stop, to simply tell Hoseok no.

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"Hey, hyung!"

"Hoseok, I was sleeping."

"Mm, sleepy sex is nice. Up for it?"

"You're at the front door, aren't you?"

"Close. I'm in the doorway," Hoseok said as he hung up and stepped into the older's room. Yoongi groaned in annoyance and curled even more into a ball as Hoseok sat down on the edge of the bed. A gentle hand was placed on his hip, forcing him to uncoil only a little. "You're cute, hyung. You know that?" Hoseok chuckled as he massaged his best friend's hip lovingly. The older only grunted in protest and tried to go back to sleep, but the younger had other ideas.

He leaned over Yoongi and started trailing kisses up his exposed collar bone and neck, along his jaw and up to his lips. He captured those thin, chapped ones with his own and led a slow, sensual kiss. Even in his in-between state, Yoongi complied and followed Hoseok's lead, lips melting together the longer the kiss went on. It wasn't until he felt that tongue work his way into his mouth Yoongi pulled away, gasping in a few breaths until his breathing went back to normal.

"I love you, Hobi. I really do, but I'm really not in the mood today," he mumbled as he pulled the covers up over his head. Hoseok pouted and whined like he was five; something totally out of character after that kiss. "Why not, hyung? We haven't fooled around in a month. I miss your moans," he said and pried the white comforter out of Yoongi's grasp.