THE CUCKOLDING AFFAIR | SOPE ✓

09 | THE CUCKOLDING AFFAIR

To his surprise, it was not an art show. At least not of the sort he envisioned.

Yoongi felt a pang of guilt coil in his tummy and a plethora of nerves run down his spine. Palm placed loosely against the small of his back, Hoseok guided him through the large white doors decorated with gold accents which led to the event he had convinced was his friend's art show.

What he had not mentioned was that it was a full-blown fashion gala instead. Spread out among the pristine white room were various designs, models gathered in groups and designers took advantage of the minibar.

Yoongi's heart roared in his chest, the sight before him was something from his dreams. Hoseok did this...all for him. He planned it all out, probably bought ridiculously expensive tickets for said event, took him to dinner, and even made sure he did not stick out like a sore thumb among all the designers and models since he planned out his outfit. Despite all his efforts, he had upset him.

Way to go, Yoongi. Such a screw up.

"Hobi-ah," Yoongi whispered, loud enough for him to hear, but inaudible to others. He shuffled closer to him and followed him to the bar, even though they had a glass or two of wine at the restaurant earlier on. "Hoseokie, please. I'm sorry."

Hoseok clenched his jaw and turn a cold shoulder to him, he ordered a drink and eventually faced him. Although he tried to glare down at him, his eyes were too dull and grim, his expression too wretched, to look angry.

"I didn't know..." Yoongi blew out, gloomy eyes downcast. Although he felt the familiar sensation burning in his throat, eyes, and nose, he did not want to cry. "I didn't...I never would have. I'm sorry. This is amazing—everything."

His voice cracked, so fragile, and tears welded in the corner of his puffy eyes. He felt so...pathetic, so ridiculous. He was about to cry at a bloody fashion exhibit.

Hoseok frowned at the sight, he reached out and wiped his tears away, pressing their bodies together. "It's okay. We can talk later," he whispered into his hair, holding him tight. "It was important to me to make this night special. I want you to enjoy this. We can handle everything else later. Please don't cry."

Yoongi bit his lip, but nodded and rubbed at his watery eyes. Turning in Hoseok's arms, he scanned and admired the gala. It was breathtaking. He noticed a few important people, too. And although this was not New York Fashion Week and there were plenty niche brands, he still recognized how pricy some of the design were and how hard it must have been to find them.

However, his heart still felt heavy in his chest, lowered down towards his stomach with guilt. If he had known any better, he would not have suggested, hinted, they skip the event Hoseok had chosen specifically for him—for him to enjoy.

Even so, Yoongi tried to have a good time. He gawked at the beautiful designs and the strutting models, listened intently to the designer who talked to small groups about their creative process. It was a little overwhelming to be here. He secretly wished Hoseok's warm hand was placed on his back, or his arm wrapped around his waist. It would have been less of a reminder that he had messed up.

Despite their minor feud, Hoseok remained polite and tried to momentarily ignore what happened earlier, he even encouraged Yoongi to approach some of the fashion designers. He did not want him to forget this experience—one he would have never experienced if it were not for him.

Eventually, the crowd dwindled down to almost no one. The gala would end soon, and so Hoseok took Yoongi's hand and led him out to their car.

"Thank you," Yoongi said during the car ride home. They had been on the road for a while, and he was grateful to have some time to clear his thoughts and get them straight. "Really. Thank you so much. That was so...thoughtful of you."

"I thought you would like it." Hoseok hummed.

"I'm really sorry," Yoongi said softly. "I never meant to hurt you. I didn't know this was so special. I mad an ass of myself."

Hoseok sighed. "I know you didn't mean to." He kept his eyes forward as he pulled up to the parking lot of his apartment complex. Once parked, he turned off the car, but stayed seated. "It just scares me." It was barely a whisper, so quiet Yoongi almost missed it.

Yoongi unbuckled his seatbelt and reached over the center console to hold Hoseok's hand, his other cupped his jaw, turning his head until their eyes met.

"Baby, why?" He ran his thumb along his cheek in an attempt to sooth him. His heart ached at Hoseok's broken expression, especially when he noticed the slight flinch once their eyes met.

"I don't want this to be about sex only. It started that way—the cuckolding, y'know?" But I don't want it to be like that," Hoseok explained. "I'm in this, Yoongs. I-I'm in this. I'm in it for you. Fuck! You are everything. So beautiful and kind and smart—I love you." He broke away from his touch and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, sniffling.

"Hoseokie..." Yoongi breathed. "You're so much more than that to me, I promise. I wasn't—I never meant to make you feel like this. You mean so much to me, you have to know that."

Hoseok shut his eyes briefly, breathing in and out slowly. "I just get so scared," he whispered after some time.

"I'm so sorry. I care about you so much, I'm just not good at showing it. I don't even deserve you," Yoongi sniffs, voice small and broken. He dug his fingers into his thighs, he wanted to touch Hoseok, comfort both of them desperately, but visions of him brushing him off moments earlier were ingrained into his mind. "You're the most amazing person I know, and it just—I always want to be with you. You're so important to me. I wish I was better at making you feel that way."

"Yoongs..." Hoseok finally faced Yoongi's gaze, eyes puffy, bloodshot, and glossy.

"Please—you have to know." Yoongi inhaled deeply when he realized how desperate and wobbly his voice became. He blinked back the tears, then shut his eyes. He was terrified, he gave Hoseok his heart so quickly. But then he wondered if it had even been a 'quick' process at all, perhaps he had given him fragments of his heart little-by-little ever since they had met years ago. Finally, Hoseok had the full collection, because he had given him each and every piece of his heart. "I'm in this just as much as you are. In this for everything, for all of you."

Hoseok let out a strangled sob, looking at Yoongi with a beautiful smile.

"I believe you." He whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks. Yoongi chewed his lip, but smiled back at him with hope and adoration. Without second thought, Hoseok took his hand in his and pulled them closer, so close that their lips ghosted over one another. He huffed a small laugh. "Sorry I'm all snotty."

Yoongi giggled tearfully, shaking his head when their noses bump together. He came even closer and connected their lips in a chaste kiss filled with passion. It was a miracle, how quickly something as simple as their touches seemed to cure one another's emotions.

Eventually, Hoseok pulled back and pressed their foreheads together. There were still tear tracks along his cheeks, both of theirs, but they were happy and ready to go inside and press a cool washcloth over the evidence of their sadness. All they wanted to do now was to cuddle after such a heavy conversation.

As they enter the apartment, Hoseok pressed his lips against Yoongi's forehead. "I love you," he whispered.

Yoongi smiled, chest burning, a queasy feeling in his tummy, for whatever reason.

Thinking about it, he might love Hoseok, too.

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How was it?

I apologize for the delay, if you have read from my MB, my schedule is packed. So frequent updates are tricky. But I hope you enjoy reading anyway. I'll try to update this Friday, though. No promises.

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