[18+] LAWS OF SEX [YOONKOOK]

another day, another broken heart.

yoongi's pov:

my new boyfriend, jung hoseok, cheated on me last night and is now my ex.

with who, you may ask? an enemy I've known for a long time, since primary school, lee taemin. a guy who I used to be close friends with until he decided to fuck with my first ever boyfriend.

I had just confirmed that I am gay, which he always was. and therefore, getting my first boyfriend when I was sixteen was a big thing for me, and both of the assholes betrayed me just for a one night stand.

present, taemin is still stealing my loved ones, being seductive and flirtatious towards every boyfriend I've gotten. he won't leave me alone, and he hasn't even clarified why whenever I ask him.

and again, it's happening.

flashback:

I ring the doorbell of the house belonging to my new boyfriend: jung hoseok

I had brought flowers, snacks and a movie for us to watch as a date night. his parents are going to be at work, so it's even better.

it's our first date, and I haven't been able to stop talking about it since I gathered the courage to ask him out.

*Ding dong..*

a wide gummy smile plastered on my thin lips, I excitedly wait for Hoseok to open the door. to which doesn't happen for about a minute or two I hear nothing. no steps, no shuffling, just silence.

*ding dong...*

I ring again, and again, no one has yet to open the door.

I sigh, raising an eyebrow.

'please tell me he did not forget about our first date,' I think anxiously.

I peer through the hole of the door as my body weight leans over the door, my eyes finding out that the lights turned off. everything is still.

suddenly, the door opens slightly, causing my body to flinch.

"shit.. the door is not locked," I curse out quietly. the atmosphere inside were cold, dimmed and silent.

'maybe he forgot to lock it?' I think, only for the other thought to cloud my mind. I hope it's not what I think it is.

my phone vibrates, my shivering hand pulling it out of my pocket.

—

Hobi 💜😳
8:24pm

hey, gotta cancel the date. sorry. busy. let's do this tomorrow night instead. thanks, kisses.

—

'oh, he's busy. that explains it.'

I exhale, dropping my head, mumbling.

"okay, tomorrow it is then—"

"oh, fuck!" I hear a high-pitched voice groan out, the sound of pleasure.

my ears perk up, so does my entire body. Jolting up, my heart slowly begins to panic. maybe I just misheard it? maybe it's just all in my head.