Color of My Pain

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Hobi ran down the stairs, throwing a teasing wink in Yoongi's direction and giggling as he went. Yoongi dashed after him, light on his feet, desperate to be next to him. Just to ease his nerves. He stopped short at the bottom of the stairs, bumping into the broad expanse of Hobi's back with a puff of breath.

"Hey Dad."

Yoongi's eyes widened as he took in Hoseok's father. He was tall and thin, with deep brown eyes, the shade of Hoseok's, that were just crinkled around the edges with age. His hair was a light honeyed brown, streaked through with a light grey. His jaw was relaxed into a proud smile as he held his hand out for Yoongi to shake.

He reached forward to do just that, caught off guard when he was pulled into a warm hug.

"We're so happy to have you here." Mr. Jung whispered, taking his shoulders and giving him a reassuring look. "Honey, come say hello."

Mrs. Jung strode into the room, calm, collected, and seeming a lot taller than she was. Her sharp jaw was held high, a gracious smile on her lips and a glint of curiosity in her eyes. Her hair was the shade of Hoseok's and they shared much of the same facial structure.

The family really did look close.

She took Yoongi's hand in both of her own, "We're so excited to meet you, Yoongi."

He bowed respectfully. "Thank you so much, I'm very happy to be here."

His heart was racing with worry, eased only by Hoseok's proximity, but he knew if they were parted for even a second, floodgates of blue worry would overtake him. He needed to do everything right. Otherwise they might not like him.

Hoseok guided him to the kitchen, hand resting lightly on the small of his back. "They love you baby, relax."

Yoongi looked up at him in wonder, he was so perceptive. Even if the physical feeling of pain wasn't there, the effects were, and that's exactly why people needed each other. Why he needed Hoseok.

They sat around a light stained wooden table, the beige walls were decorated thoughtfully with trinkets and shelves of glass figures. the grey counters seemed to shrink the space, but no one paid that any mind. Their attention was on the sweets buffet that was laid out across the slab of countertop.

Yoongi forgot about the nerves that were muffling his appetite and let Hobi fill up a plate for him. There was a lot to choose from and most of it looked freshly homemade. There were brownies and cookies and ice cream with all of the special toppings to choose from. He wondered off handedly if he should've brought a dish of his own.

"We have Jin to thank for most of this," Hoseok's mother laughed, "he baked most of it for us. My culinary skills are limited to pancakes."

Mr. Jung put a hand on her shoulder and pressed a fond kiss to her temple. "Not so, your dinners are delicious."

Hoseok hummed in agreement, taking their plates to the table. As everyone settled in to eat, compliments were passed around the table: Jin's food, Namjoon's new shirt, Mrs. Jung's hospitality, Mr. Jung's openness. Yoongi was so thankful for the easy dynamic of it all. He barely need speak, there were so many voices to keep conversation alive.

He helped clean up alongside Hoseok, much to everyone's chagrin. But Yoongi insisted, he hadn't contributed anything to the evening so far, this was the least he could do.

Jin and Joon left for next door, having stuff to study for. Hoseok's parents sat in the living room to watch a movie together and Hoseok and Yoongi went outside in the graying evening to walk around the neighborhood.

They ended up in the backyard, on the patio. They sat close together on the porch swing, moving lazily to and fro. Yoongi was snuggled into Hobi's side. Occasionally, they could hear Hoseok's parents laughing together and it was a soft feeling. He had yet to get his promised kiss from earlier and felt slighted and teased. He'd been planning to get him back all evening, but the perfect moment had yet to arrive.

Now they were alone. The silence was comfortable and safe. There wasn't a need to fill it. The connection of their souls made it that much more secure. And he felt overwhelmed with love for his soulmate. His eyes felt kinda watery.

"Are you okay, Yoonie?" Hobi whispered.

"Mm," he hummed, "want my real kiss."

"Really now?" He smirked, lifting his head from Yoongi's.

"Yep."

Hoseok leaned down and fitted his lips over Yoongi's, breathing softly together. Yoongi pressed himself closer to Hoseok, smiling when Hoseok's hands grasped his waist. Yoongi swung his leg over Hoseok's lap, moving to straddle the younger. Hoseok let out a short breath of surprise, but tugged him impossibly closer.

Their lips tangled together lazily, breaths mixing heavy and low. Yoongi's fingers wound into the hair at the base of Hobi's neck, tugging lightly and making him hiss at the sharpness. Yoongi squirmed, a warm feeling in his stomach danced at the intoxicating closeness of their skin and breath. One of Hoseok's hands grasped Yoongi's thigh to keep him still and Yoongi whined at the restraint.

He pulled back, lips swollen and glistening from kisses, eyes blown wide with desire.

"Hobi?"

Hoseok was recovering himself, licking at his lips consciously and blinking away the haze. His hair was tousled and messy and his shirt was pulled and twisted in places. Yoongi's skin was warm against his, and soft, incredibly soft. Their foreheads rested against each other as their breathing steadied.

"Yeah?"

"Do you wanna watch a movie?" Yoongi smiled, hopping off of Hoseok's lap and heading for the doors.

"What? Hey! You tease." He muttered, more to himself, but stood and followed him inside nevertheless.