Remember

Proposition

The bed shook gently against the wall, creaking as it did. Yoongi moaned out, grabbing a handful of the beautiful man's hair. He couldn't see his face, but with the way he felt, he didn't care. Yoongi felt the his stomach churn with excitement, feeling the man slide himself in and out. "Oh god, fuck," Yoongi growled. "It feels so good." The man kept his pace consistent, pleasing Yoongi in just the right way. His eyes were shut, and before Yoongi could recognize the face, his face was wet.

"Get the fuck up!" Hoseok's voice screamed. Yoongi's eyes jolted open, and he got up from the bed. His hair and face were drenched with water, and it took him a second to process everything until he finally saw Hoseok holding the blue cup in his hand. "I've been trying to wake you for over 30 minutes," Hoseok set the cup down. "We have school. Come on!"

Fuck. It's already Monday.

Yoongi followed Hoseok to a room down the hall. Inside of it were clothes. Clothes hanging on racks, folded neatly, lying all over, or just piles of them. "Take what you want and come down," Hoseok walked out, closing the door behind him. Yoongi looked around, rummaging through the colorful clothes to find something more in his style. After 5 minutes of looking, he finally found a gray short sleeved shirt with the adidas logo in the middle and decided to pair it with black ripped jeans. Yoongi put the outfit on, feeling it being oversized and chose a black belt to hold the pants tight against him. He stepped back and looked at the mirror. It wasn't something he'd usually wear but it was nice.

Yoongi's thoughts wandered back to the dream he had just been woken up from. He wondered who the man could be, already knowing, but he didn't want to believe it. So he pretended not to realize it. Walking out of the room, getting the thoughts out of his head, he went downstairs and saw Hoseok eating. "Hurry, we have like 7 minutes," Hoseok told him with a full mouth.

"Okay," Yoongi sat down and started eating as quickly as he could, but not quick enough that he'd throw up. Once both were stuffed, Hoseok grabbed his keys, taking them outside and drove away to the school.

~~~~~

Jimin waited for the two by the Jasmine tree, eyeing for the red haired and black haired boy. His own silver hair was slowly being ruined by the wind, but he did his best to take care of it. Jimin held his phone, sitting down and patiently rocked back and forth, slightly worried about Yoongi since he never got to return his calls or messages. Yoongi and Hoseok came walking side by side over to where Jimin was waiting. "Hey," Jimin sighed, happy to see Yoongi okay. Jimin's eyes wandered down to see the elder's outfit. "You look so good..." Yoongi blushed, looking away.

"Thanks." Jimin's scrunched his nose, that was slightly pink from the cold along with his cheeks. His eyes creased happily as he turned to Hoseok.

"He didn't bother you, did he?" Jimin asked. Hoseok shook his head no, smiling back.

"Matter fact I slept better with him there," he grinned. Yoongi put his hands in the jean pockets, still not looking at either of them.

"That's good!" Jimin cheered happily. "You need to move out Yoongi."

"I want to but I don't have the money for it right now," Yoongi sighed. "Some day." Chatting for a bit about how Yoongi needed to move out of his shithole of a house, a loud, familiar bell signaled it was the beginning of their school day, and they walked to class.

~~~~~

Yoongi stared off into space while the professor spoke on and on about organic compounds and the difference between Nitrogen containing compounds and Oxygen containing compounds. The class was quiet, everyone paying attention in fear of missing something important due to the heavy detail of the class. Yoongi, on the other hand, just waited till the professor would sit the fuck down so he could take a quick power nap until the end of class.

His wish eventually came true and he leaned back in his chair, resting his head on his hand and closing his eyes. For a while he felt at peace, but nothing good ever lasts.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

Yoongi pretended not to feel the person beside him touching his arm with their finger, but was caught off guard when they grabbed his whole arm. "What the fuck?" Yoongi turned to the person next to him. His eyes widened. "Hoseok what the shit are you doing here?"

"I don't know," Hoseok giggled. "I just know you have class here and I was bored."

"Why aren't you in your own class?" Yoongi scolded. "Get the fuck out and go study or something." Hoseok laughed loudly, causing the group of students to look back at them weirdly before returning to their conversations.

"I don't have class right now silly," Hoseok flicked Yoongi's forehead leaving a red mark. "So I'm visiting you instead to pass time." Yoongi rolled his eyes, standing up after hearing the professor tell them class was dismissed. Yoongi grabbed Hoseok's arm, dragging his weight out to the Jasmine tree to wait for Jimin. "That hurt," Hoseok sulked.

"Sorry," Yoongi rubbed the spot he was holding. Hoseok turned to Yoongi, eyeing the shorter boy before poking him again. "Whaaaat," Yoongi groaned, turning to him.

"Uh, that's so fucking RUDE," Hoseok slapped Yoongi's upper arm. "I have a question though. Well, more like an offer."

"Okay, hit me," Yoongi told him.

"I started thinking and it may be really sudden, or you might've never thought about it even once," Hoseok paused. "You should move in with me." Yoongi's mouth dropped open. "H-H-Hear me out!" Hoseok quickly covered for himself. "We're both broke as fuck. I'm super lonely, but I have great heating and ac that works. Also I have an extra bedroom and we can make the guest bedroom Jimin's for when he visits or if he wants to move in, too. I just think financially this'll be good for us. Also I sleep better knowing you're there."

"Wow..." Yoongi slowly clapped. "No."

"What?! Why not?" Hoseok whined. "Please just think about it. My lights actually work." Yoongi groaned at the subtle shade towards his place, but he loved his apartment. It was simple and easy to clean. He's lived there for so long he's never once imagined living elsewhere.

"Hey guys!" Jimin's voice called to them. "What're you talking about?"

"Hoseok just asked us to be his roommate," Yoongi told him.

"What?! No way!" Jimin jumped. "I'm in! The dorms smell like ass anyways."

"See," Hoseok turned back to Yoongi. "Give it a chance!" Yoongi sighed, nodding just to get him to shut up about it. "Yay! Thank you."

~~~~~

Staring up at the ceiling, the smile on Yoongi's face faded. The one room apartment is where he spent most of his life since his parents death; apart from the time he spent on the road. Hoseok's place was lovely, and as true as that was, Yoongi couldn't bring himself to let this place go. He matured and taught himself things here on his own, made some of his best music here, and he had his privacy. Yoongi grew into the man he was today riding solo in this place. Coming home after a long day at school or wherever, the comfort of the place made him feel happy and cozy.

However, he knew Hoseok would give anything to make sure he was happy if he did move in, and the idea of having someone to care about him after so long, aside from Jimin, made Yoongi's heart flutter. Hoseok was someone he deeply cared about, and he was someone who cared about him back just as much. For god's sake, Yoongi trusted the boy so much that the day they met, he had spilled half his life out to him. He was loving since the start despite having known each other for only about 6 months. Yoongi picked up his phone, clicking on the group chat's messages. He contemplated his thoughts one more time before texting the group chat, finally coming to the best conclusion for everyone.

Yoongi: we'll move in next weekend.