Color of My Pain

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Hobi's lips lingered on Yoongi's for what seemed like an eternity. When the taller pulled back his eyes bored into the smaller, reeling him into the world of the honeyed, amber eyes.

And Yoongi was breathless.

His head was full of Hoseok. His smell, that distinct mix of shampoo, soap, cologne, aftershave... just all of it. It was a darkly attractive scent. Maybe sandalwood.

His lips were tingly from the pressure and tasted like the coffee that had been on Hoseok's breath.

A pleasant lightness a soft shade of yellow had settled into his skin, the safety of being so close to his soulmate. His sheild.

Yoongi's face was burning under Hobi's gaze, waist warm in the grip of his fingers.

There was something so central about this first intimate moment, despite being in the school parking lot.

"Yoongs?" Jeongguk's eyebrows quirked as he observed the soulmates from Taehyung's shoulder. "Do you have a fever?"

Hobi chuckled lightly, not stepping away but lifting his head to greet them. Yoongi smiled, stomach knotted with excitement, and shook his head.

"I'm alright Gguk, just really happy to see Hobi."

"Oh," Gguk pouted, "so you're gonna come over tomorrow?"

Regrettably, distance was required for Yoongi to ruffle Jeongguk's hair in reassurance. "Not tomorrow bud, next  weekend. I promise."

Frowning, Jeongguk sighed. "Okay."

"Hey, I'll be here the whole time." Tae whined at the lack of appreciation and attention.

Hoseok laughed at the display, reaching forward to clasp hands with Yoongi. "Hi Tae, hi Gguk."

Gguk huffed and looked away, decidedly unforgiving, but Tae swatted his thigh lightly. "Hi Hobi."

With a begrudging tone, Jeongguk echoed the greeting.

Yoongi managed to leave his friends behind and climbed in the passenger side of Hoseok's car. He sipped the iced americano Hobi handed him and held hands with him over the console, ready to spend the weekend with him.

Hoseok followed Yoongi's directions to Hwasa's house and they arrived just as Moonbyul was closing the front door. They stayed in the car for five minutes, giving Hoseok plenty of time to worry over the creases on his tshirt and the spot of caramel on his jeans. Yoongi just leaned over to kiss his cheek, missing his hair and stepping out of car, giggling at Hobi's whine.

"I just fixed that." He said tugging his hair back into its casual side part.

Shaking his head, Yoongi grabbed his hand to drag him up the walk.

"Byulie, I'm home." He called, catching a swish of the woman's hair from the hall.

She stopped short and poked her head into view. "Hey Yoongs, have a good day?"

Yoongi nodded and pulled Hoseok further into the house and Moonbyul's line of sight. "A really good day."

Moonbyul's eyes widened and then narrowed suspiciously, accompanied by a knowing smirk. She walked back into the entryway with her laid back swinging gait, effortlessly graceful and tall. Everything seemed to be in neater and sharper lines as she sized up Hoseok. Her back was straight, her hair flat and shiny on her shoulders, bangs even and neat. Her lips were set in a thin line, eyes slitted to match.

Yoongi was familiar with this appraising side of Moonbyul, albeit newly acquainted. Nevertheless, he couldn't deny that she was intimidating and Hoseok squared his shoulders under her gaze. Extending his hand he introduced himself politely, voice steady.

"Hello, I'm Jung Hoseok, Yoongi's soulmate."

MoonByul grasped his hand firmly, allowing a smile to soften her features. "MoonByul is fine, it's good to meet you Hoseok."

Yoongi smiled gleefully between the two of them at the smooth greeting, having subconsciously hoped for her approval.

"I'll get your mom to bring home something light for you boys before you leave, now there's the real test." MoonByul winked, heading towards her and Hwasa's shared room.

Yoongi still alternated between referring to Hwasa as mom and, well, Hwasa in his head. HyeJin sounded foreign because even Byulie rarely referred to her that way. He had yet to call her mom and he felt that she meant it when she told him she was alright with the time it could take.

He led the way to his bedroom, somewhat shy as he was still sort of acknowledging the space as his own. He had books on his desk and plants from Tae and Gguk in the windowsill and also a mug from the night before was on his nightstand. He should've taken that to the kitchen...

Hoseok sat on the bed while Yoongi moved to gather the bag he'd started packing, shoving in the last of his clothes for the weekend.

"MoonByul is kinda scary," Hobi frowned, "but I think she likes me."

Laughing, Yoongi reassured him. "She does, but she wasn't kidding about my mom being the real test."