Sure, Man | ot8

MISTERY

that's a pun don't go all grammar nazi on me. this one's a long boi bc idfk where i'd even cut it 🥴

While setting up their little beach getaway was easy, it was a whole other story trying to get home. Changkyun firmly insisted that they could fit Yoongi's flamingo floaty in the trunk without having to deflate it, so that was already a good half hour wasted before they just decided to let the air out.

Hyungwon ended up sitting on Wonho's lap next to Yoongi because they just couldn't get organized the way they were on the way there. The sand castle toys ended up taking an entire seat up, so everybody in the back row was squished against the van door. Wonho was, considerably, fucking huge, so while he was cradling Hyungwon perfectly, Yoongi was getting smashed against the window on every left turn.

"Fuck this. Jooheon, your lap better be open because I have multiple concussions right now." He said, steadily standing up and moving towards the next row. He almost kicked Changkyun in the head trying to get over the middle seat, and Jooheon grabbed him and pulled him the rest of the way over.

"Careful, Yoon. You're gonna fall if you don't hold on, we're still driving y'know." Jooheon laughed and moved Yoongi to sit sideways in his lap. This time, his back was away from the door, and it was definitely a lot more comfortable than before. Yoongi was extremely tempted to snuggle into the other boy's neck, and Jooheon seemed to sense his apprehension. "Don't be so stiff. Relax." He pushed Yoongi's head to rest on his shoulder, and they spent the rest of the ride home in that position.

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The next morning, Yoongi awoke with an awfully stuffy nose. Apparently, he'd gotten a cold from being in the ocean at the very early hours of the morning. He went downstairs after throwing on a robe and made some tea, deciding to go sit out on the back porch and water the plants. He had gotten onto the Hydrangeas near the little gate when he saw Kihyun coming outside from the kitchen.

"Pretty foggy today, right? This is my favorite type of weather." He wore a relaxed smile, and Yoongi attempted to return it before sneezing. Thankfully, it wasn't a whole chain and he didnt risk his cool demeanor that much. It was more of an effort appearing confident in Kihyun's presence, and Yoongi hated how much harder he had to try just to appear relaxed and put-together.

"Did you get sick from last night? I knew we should've brought more towels." Kihyun shook his head, walking over to Yoongi and gently taking the watering can from his shaking hands. He pushed him to rest on the swinging bench and went to finish the job. Yoongi watched him, sinking back into his seat and relaxing his tense muscles. Curse the effect Yoo Kihyun has on me. I didn't even know I was a switch until I met this man.

Yoongi observed how Kihyun moved with the grace of a dancer. He didn't pour too much water like he'd seen Minhyuk do a few days prior, and he gently cut off the dead flowers with pliers that sat on the windowsill. He tossed them in a bucket near the door, and Yoongi sipped his tea slowly.

It was drizzling outside, the low fog seeming to weave its way around the trees and shrubs in an intricate pattern. Yoongi almost wanted to strip and just dance in the natural beauty, but knew he'd only get sicker if he did. What a wasted opportunity. He heard a light creak on his right, and saw Kihyun leaning down to place the watering can next to a pot of white Chrysanthemums.

He made his way over to Yoongi and sat down, looking out at the backyard before turning his attention to the other. "Can I ask you something? It might be a little weird, but you don't have to answer if you're uncomfortable." Kihyun smiled lightly, but his eyes gave way to an underlying meaning to his words.

Yoongi shifted the sleeves of the robe, moving them so they covered his palms as he held the mug. "Go ahead. I'm sick, so all I can really do is talk and sleep anyways." He laughed lightly, coughing slightly after and taking a longer drink.

"Are you a dom, or a sub?" Yoongi choked, careful not to spill as he resumed his coughing fit in his fist. He cleared his throat when he'd calmed down a little, face burning but only tinted a light shade of pink.

"That's a random question, don't you think?" He awkwardly chuckled, wiping his mouth with his sleeve and briefly making eye contact with him before glancing towards the side. "Like I said, you don't have to answer. I was just wondering, because you give off very mixed vibes. I want to know how you'd react to certain situations with the others because that type of stuff is inevitable in this house."

Yoongi nodded, seeing how that'd be something he'd be genuinely curious about, regardless of any attraction either of them could have felt for the other. "Switch, I guess. But only around certain people do I let myself slip. Other times, I get deep into a dominant headspace and can't get out unless I take care of somebody." Yoongi was proud of himself for coming up with a coherent answer. The calculating eyes of Kihyun were very easy to crack under pressure from, but he refused to give in the way he'd seen the other boys do at certain times.

"Ah, I see. So, who in our little group would you trust enough to slip around? Again, you don't have to answer." He scooted closer, slinging his arm around the back of the swing and silently asking Yoongi to relax. It worked, and the shorter leaned his head back to simply rest on Kihyun's bicep.

"You. Maybe Wonho, but he'd seriously need to chill the fuck out. I've only seen him be soft with Hyungwon, and I get that he's rediculously submissive, but that doesn't mean he has to be a dick to me almost all the time." Yoongi involuntarily pouted, and Kihyun took advantage of his eyes being closed to grin and watch the way his face changed with each word.

"Well, if that's the case, I have a proposition for you. What if, whenever you slipped or simply needed taking care of, come to me and I'll help you out. In whatever way you need, of course." Yoongi froze, sitting stick straight and looking towards him with a look of panic.

"I- You'd really do that? I mean, don't do it just because you pity my inability to just let myself go. I don't need someone just to help me, especially since I'm still practically a stranger! I've already intruded in your guy's lives so much and I already feel so so guilty for all-"

He was cut off with a warm embrace from Kihyun, and he didn't even notice that he began rambling in his state of pure panic. "Please, don't feel bad for anything. We've been more than happy to welcome you into our home, especially given your situation. Believe me, the others have been a little too excited to get to know you. Specifically Changkyun and Hyungwon."

Kihyun whispered the last part, and it sent chills down Yoongi's back. He nodded against Kihyun's shoulder, not even feeling the tears in his eyes as he vocalized his answer. "I accept your offer. Thank you so much, I still can't believe any of this is real." He said so in one of the softest voices Kihyun had ever heard. He pulled away to look at him properly, and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears threatening to fall.

"The others don't have to know for now, okay? Until you're ready, this can be our little secret." This time, Yoongi was able to give him a full smile, and he gleefully pecked Kihyun's cheek before hugging him again. He chuckled softly, tucking the sick boy into his figure perfectly so Yoongi's back was pressed more against his chest.

"Can we just sit like this for a little while?"

"Sure, honey."

mar. 30th, 2020