UGH! / SOPE & VMIN.

TWENTY SEVEN, HIT THAT PERFECT BEAT.

[ songs played by the HD's in this chapter ]

HIT THAT
PERFECT BEAT.

   "FUCK ME, LOOK at that," hoseok swears to himself as he looks out from backstage, looks at the crowd of people waiting to see the heaven's devils. "all them 're for us?"

"uh, yeah, ya fuckin' melter¹," jeongguk says from his position behind an amp, plugging various things in, having waved away the technician in favour of diy-ing it, seokjin sat beside him and pointing things out, seeing as he's usually their technician. "it's our fuckin' show, ain't it? they aren't 'ere to see bloomin' blondie, like."

"piss off," hoseok says, aiming a slap somewhere in the general direction of jeongguk's head. he can hear seokjin laugh, before continuing to talk to jeongguk in his soft accent. hoseok shoves his hands in his pockets, looking for his fags, only to realise he's wearing yoongi's leather jacket. he sighs, before gently ( hesitantly ) lifting the sleeve to his nose and inhaling. fuck; yoongi smells like cigarette smoke and some old spice cologne and weed, and somehow it's semi-euphoric, and hoseok discreetly takes a few deep inhales. it's warm. comforting.

what the fuck is he doing?

rolling his eyes at himself, he goes to grab his guitar, seeing that yoongi's gently riffing backstage, a cigarette in his lips. he's in hoseok's shirt, and that makes his heart feel a way it probably shouldn't, eyes fixated on how he's knotted the large and loose fabric below his chest and he can spy a bit of stomach from where his t-shirt's lifted and okay it's time to look away, pull yourself together man. he picks up his guitar and gently fingers the tune to rat race by the specials, humming it softly, the lyrics barely even whispered in a gravely tone.

"you all ready then?" yoongi asks out of nowhere, and he's closer than hoseok had noticed, arm brushing up against hoseok's and making his skin erupts in goosebumps. hoseok's fingers spasm, he strums discordantly and then stops, looking at yoongi with muddy brown eyes.

"oh, uh, yeah. fuckin' big crowd, innit?" hoseok's proud of himself for maintaining composure when he's next to yoongi with his messy hair and pretty glossy eyes and his slender fingers holding that cigarette. hoseok licks his lips, eyes meeting yoongi's, and he almost leans in—

"get on the fucking stage you twats!"

jeongguk's voice breaks them outta this dumbass trance, and yoongi grins dorkily, grabbing hoseok's hand. "c'mon big man, let's fuckin' go!"

they run out on stage, guitars ready, plugging them in as the crowd screams. something electric fills hoseok's chest as he grabs the mic, sweeping his hair back, grinning as wide as the sun. "how's it fuckin' going everyone?!" and the crowd roars and oh man he's a superstar, he's freddie fuckin' mercury, he's bowie and he's a supersonic man flying into space! hoseok can't stop smiling, looking at jin and maxxie sat on the amps, at jeongguk behind his drums with this unbelievable grin on his face, at yoongi with this proud little smile.

"alright everyone?" yoongi smiles into his mic. hoseok grins at him, plucking a few chords on his guitar.

"we're the heaven's devils," hoseok says, moving his weight from foot to foot so he sways slightly. "thank you so much for havin' us, punk rocky, you are truly fuckin' wonderful. now, lemme see if you know this one! a one, a two, a one-two-three let's fuckin' jump!"