SWEETHEART ➝ yoonseok (✔)

veintitrés (slight nsfw)

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yoongi's funeral was a rather serene one. the place was deserted, with an exception of a few, incredibly loyal members of the gang.
hoseok was one of the few people there- so it came as a surprise when jimin sauntered inside, just as the sermon started to preach 'words of the lord'.

any fool would know that yoongi wasn't at all religious, though the old man at the front kept repeating how he was. hoseok could do nothing but stare blankly at the priest, chuckling dryly to himself.

the male had dolled up for the day, it seemed. he sported a crisp suit, a light dab of makeup and newly shined shoes. his hair was in no particular style, with a few stray locks protruding slightly from it. and no one knew who he was.
no one but jimin.

once the event had come to a silent end, the younger male approached him, joining his end of the pew.
"jung. jung hoseok, yes? yoongi's famous lover." he murmured, glancing at the watch on his wrist. "i must admit, for yous to be lovers, i would have thought you'd be crying at the very least. to make it plausible."

hoseok snorted, arms folding
as he averted his gaze towards the gleaming casket at the front, "i would think so too. but what use is crying? won't bring him back." he laughed, the bitter sound resonated against the walls. jimin said nothing, his own eyes falling upon the coffin.

"he ain't really dead. i mean, min yoongi. dead 'cause of some measly shot in the head?" the smaller threw his own head back, a witchy cackle leaving his throat. this earned him more than a few glares from the remainder of people in the funeral. jimin ignored them, continuing easily, "that fucker has survived worse. hell can't possibly want him yet."

"'course not." hoseok replied smoothly, his arms releasing into a stretch, before the two locked eyes. there was a knowing glint in hoseok's brown orbs, and the other caught it immediately.  his plump lips contorted upwards into a smirk.
"you sneaky bastards. where is he now?" the latter just tapped his nose.

"ask no questions, tell no lies. he sends you his thanks, though. i do too. without you, he wouldn't have found me."
"he's a smart one. i knew he would figure it out eventually."

"don't be so damn elaborate next time." hoseok grumbled, reverting his arms to their previous crossed position. jimin snickered, "there will be a next time?"
"with my father, we never know."

jimin squinted at the casket, before pointing, "so whose in there anyway?"

"shin hoseok. its amazing what a bit of plastic surgery and blood samples can do to one's body." the male shuddered at the reminder of what happened when he was imprisoned in a cubicle with that man. his eyes held a sudden coldness, which jimin tactfully didn't comment on.
instead, he mimed holding a wine glass in his hand, holding up, "to min. hell finally found it's leader."

hoseok frowned in bafflement before laughing and doing the same,

"to min yoongi!"

walking into his new apartment, hoseok's ears were pleasantly greeted with the sound of piano playing softly further within the house. he stood there, transfixed, for a moment. the sound was almost heart wrenchingly beautiful. goosebumps spread around his arm at the sound, as the male slipped off his shoes and padded inside, taking care not to step on the creaky floorboards.

he found himself staring at the back of Yoongi's- newly dyed- auburn mop of hair, every so often bobbing down a little. his hands suddenly crashed down onto the delicate ivory keys, a spew of furious words leaving the elders mouth. this finally snapped hoseok out of his trance, finding the words, "honey.. i'm home?"

since yoongi was presumed 'dead', his grand mansion had been all but abandoned. no living soul resided within the walls. it would have been suspicious anyway- why would a dead mans house be occupied?
thus, he stayed with hoseok. it was the only option; unless he wanted to live in the streets.

so here he was, playing the piano. it was a surprise to hoseok. he would have never thought that the elder would take up such a hobby. obviously, the man wasn't a professional player, evident in the frequent mistakes he made whilst learning new pieces. it didn't dishearten him, however, but instead fueled him into playing more.

and when he learnt a full song, it was truly something to behold.

"seokie?" the red-head turned, his eyes locking with hoseoks. "how was my funeral?"

"a bit on the boring side, to be honest." hoseok murmured teasingly, taking a chair to join yoongi. "jimin was there. he says hi."
"ah, jimin. how is he?"
"fine. he knew you weren't dead." yoongi snorted at that, closing the piano much to hoseok's disappointment. he looked up, taking in hoseok's outfit fully.

"is that my cologne?" he asked, tugging at hoseok's tie.
"perhaps."
"it suits you." he tugged further, his eyes glancing up to check his lovers reaction. he was merely amused. "i missed you, y'know. its no fun being locked up in here without someone to entertain me."

"is that what i am, huh? entertainment?"
"mm, perhaps." he chuckled, the tie coming undone and smoothly sliding down, onto the polished floor. "whilst you were with jimin.. i know how he is, who knows what you two were doing?"

"we simply conferred like friends do, baby."

"how do i know you won't leave me for him, sweetheart?" his hands were starting to unbutton at his white shirt, exposing more and more of that glorious tanned skin hoseok had.

the younger could see where this was going, and he grasped at yoongi's sweatshirt, pulling him into a sweet yet sultry kiss. when they pulled apart, hoseok breathlessly muttered, "so then.. why don't you take me and make me forget any man i've known?"

a lopsided smirk tugged at yoongi's lips, his eyes crinkling ever so.
"i thought you'd never ask."

yes there will be smut in the next chapter you nasties 💔
and. hoseok may or may not be a swtich in this particular chapter 🤤
dom hoseok AND yoongi ????

yes.
drools asf !!!