Yoongi awoke to an empty bed. His body felt heavy, and all he could think about was the conversation he had, had with Hoseok the night prior.
He sat up, the blankets slid down and pooled in his lap. He ruffled his hair tried to ignore the pang of guilt which tinted his cheeks as he exited the bedroom. He heard Seokjin's groggy voice, and when he turned the corner to the kitchen, he witnessed him end the call with a devistated sigh.
"Who was that?" Yoongi asked inquisitively, heading to the pot of coffee.
Seokjin ran a hand through his tousled caramel locks, adjusting the spectacles on his nose. "Hoseok-shi." He answered.
Yoongi fumbled with the cream-coloured cabinet door and shakily pulled out a coffee mug. "W-What did he want?"
"He said he can't do the whole cuckolding thing anymore."
Yoongi came to an abrupt halt, eyes widened, and swiveled around sharply. "W-What?" He spluttered. His face paled and a heaviness coiled in his tummy.
"He said he couldn't for personal reasons," Seokjin explained, leaning against the island table. "I didn't want to push."
Yoongi was left speechless, all he felt was an ache in his chest. Hoseok had not even given him time to sort out his feelings—he made the decision for him. Struck out of his daze, he looked up to Seokjin who had a plump grin plastered upon his face. He set his mug down near the coffee machine and slotted himself between Seokjin's arms.
"I'm sorry, baby." Yoongi murmured and wrapped his lanky arms around Seokjin's liniar waist loosely. "I know how much it meant to fulfill you fantasy."
"It's okay," Seokjin assured him. He looped his arms around him and pressed a soft peck to his head. "I just thought we'd have more than two nights with him."
"Yeah," Yoongi mumbled, burrowing further into Seokjin's chest. He really hoped that he was unable to sense the dread which radiated from him as he realized that he might not see Hoseok again, that he may have only gotten two nights with someone who caused his heart to flutter out of his chest.
"Darn—guess we'll have to settle for just the two of us for now," Seokjin laughed softly, the quiet rumble of his sonorous voice resonated from his chest through Yoongi.
Yoongi puffed out air in a faux-laugh at Seokjin's small jester, but his heart felt incredibly vacant (not that Seokjin knew that). After a couple moments, braced in each others embrace, they pulled apart and ate breakfast.
After breakfast, Seokjin went out on a run, claiming he needed to clear his head. Yoongi sent him off with a kiss and the very moment he left through the door, he bolted for the phone he neglected on the kitchen counter.
He did not hesitate to hit the call button. Against his ear, he increasingly became frustrated with each ring that passed. It had been a good amount of rings and he almost thought the younger man would not answer, when he finally heard a raspy, sonorous voice.
"Hello?" Hoseok hummed. His voice sounded horse and groggy with sleep, and Yoongi wondered why he sounded so tired when he had been up for so long, if the call he gave Seokjin was any indication.
"You didn't even give me a chance," Yoongi whispered harshly. He was not in the mood for pleasantries. His heard rate accelerated. "You didn't even let me figure out what I was feeling."
"I'm sorry." Hoseok sighed. "Figured it'd be easier if you didn't have to figure out anything."
"That wasn't your choice to make—especially not behind my back."
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THE CUCKOLDING AFFAIR | SOPE ✓
Fanfic[completed] ✎＿Min Yoongi and his beloved fiancé, Kim Seokjin, had quite the set of fetishes. One of them included cuckolding, which eventually prompted them to hire Jeong Hoseok. But, what happens when Yoongi gains romantic feelings towards him and...
