❥ love | namjin

three

❥ no matter how much namjoon had begged him over an hour ago to go home and get some rest, yoongi just couldn't find it in himself to take a break while he had millions of songs waiting to be written back in his studio.

after producing a couple of drafts on his computer, he had decided to get some fresh air.

and now here he was: it's almost past midnight as yoongi roams in the empty hallways of the bighit building. you could say he was walking aimlessly but it would be a lie.

he takes a deep breath as he, once again, finds himself standing in front of the same room. yoongi can hear faint music outside and he quickly guesses it's a song by the weeknd.

mustering up some courage, he takes a step forward to look through the mirror embedded in the middle of the wooden door. he stands there, standing on his toes, as he observes a certain redhead dancing effortlessly inside.

yoongi watches in awe as hoseok moves along to the beat, flowing along with the music flawlessly; like there wasn't a bone in his body.

but yoongi's definitely having a boner when hoseok suddenly hip thrusts right when the song ends.

"holy shi-", yoongi  gulps and literally feels his knees goes weak at the action of the man.

hoseok sits down on the wooden floor as he gulps down from a water bottle, the sweat making his skin shine like golden, even more brighter than the sun already was. he crumples the empty plastic bottle in one hand and throws it to the side, and yoongi swears he's never seen anything hotter.

right in the middle of his gay fantasy, hoseok speaks through his phone, "yeah, I'll be down in a minute. why don't you wait in the lounge for a bit, tae? okay, see you."

now, yoongi's friends would say that yoongi resembled a kitten, but they could never in a million years say he was a pussy. but here he was, lightly jogging away from the dance practice room as he saw hoseok approaching the door.

mentally cursing whoever that tae was, yoongi steps inside of his studio and shakes his head in disbelief. once again, disappointing himself as he couldn't find a way to talk to the redhead. he didn't want to just stand there and watch hoseok like a creep, honestly he didn't. but he didn't know just how to approach him either. maybe next time, he thinks to himself as he slouches in his computer sleep and catches on his breathing.

-

"taehyung-ah, where are you?"

"on my way home. why?"

"don't come home just yet"

"don't tell me you've managed to burnt the house down on your own. because we were supposed to do that together."

taehyung hears faint laughter on the other line, "no- no, haven't burnt the house down. just yet."

taehyung chuckles in response,"yeah? then what's the problem?"

"you need to pick up hobi hyung on your way back. we're having an emergency sleepover because I'm sad. jin hyung's already here."

taehyung pouts although the other can't see him, "I'm really tired, jiminie I don't think i can-"

taehyung hears some shuffling and a voice booms through the phone, "bitchass, get yours and hobi's ass here quick or y'all won't be getting any of the delicious lasagna I'm making."

and that was good enough to convince taehyung as his mouth instantly waters at the mention of jin hyung's lasagna. it was easily the best fucking lasagna he'd ever had. but he wouldn't dare say it in front of the older just to boost his already inflated ego.