Project Heartbreak | SOPE ✔️

iii. project lenocinium

yoongi will be referred to as jihoon by hoseok and company. when i write in yoongi's pov, he will be referred to as yoongi. just a heads up to prevent potential confusion. 

Yoongi didn't think it was going to be that easy to have Jung Hoseok wrapped around his finger.

Perhaps he underestimated his abilities too much.

Still, Yoongi couldn't be too cocky. It only looked like Hoseok had taken an interest in him. He had been watching Hoseok all night, and Yoongi was quick to notice that despite Hoseok's eyes lingering at both men and women alike, no one caught his attention for more than a few seconds. Strangely enough, he looked pensive as he sat with Seokjin— Taehyung's target, looking as if Hoseok weren't enjoying himself the way he was supposed to.

Yoongi wondered what Hoseok had been thinking.

He let Hoseok lead him into one of the rooms upstairs, pushing apart the crowd, almost forcefully as others tried to get Hoseok's attention. Yoongi made sure to stick close to Hoseok, occasionally brushing his fingers across Hoseok's, watching Hoseok's lips quirk slightly up at the gestures. He'd even gone as far as leaned into Hoseok— not too much, but enough so that Hoseok would get the hint that Yoongi was interested in him.

Or at least make it seem like he did.

"When building this place, my friend made multiple rooms downstairs and upstairs." Hoseok took out a key from his pocket. "Downstairs rooms can be used by everyone. The upstairs rooms are for specific people." He unlocked the door. "This one's mine."

"Ah, you must be special," Yoongi mused, trying to sound surprised. He wasn't supposed to know anything about Hoseok. To Hoseok, Yoongi was a stranger, so Yoongi had to pretend that it was the same for him— that he hadn't gotten a file telling him everything he had to know about Hoseok.

"Mm, something like that," Hoseok half-smiled, opening the door. He gestured to Yoongi. "Come on."

Yoongi walked inside the room, eyebrow arching at the vibrance of it. He wasn't expecting less than extravagant, considering that Hoseok and his friends were from high places. He almost felt bad stepping onto the pristine white marbled floor, squinting slightly at the iridescent lights that gave off a shimmer of varying colors. This place was beautiful, complete with a vanity mirror, a big closet, a mini-refrigerator, and a bed.

"Jimin wanted to be a bit extra with the place," Hoseok closed the door behind them. Yoongi didn't miss the locking of the door, though he feigned ignorance of it— continuing to pretend to be awestruck by the room.

"Your friend did an amazing job with this place," Yoongi remarked, confidently making his way to the bed. Hoseok only watched Yoongi's actions, faint amusement on his features. Yoongi sank into the corner of the bed, a small sigh escaping his lips. "The bed's nice."

"Nothing but the best for friends." Hoseok shrugged. "I'd do the same for them. Here. Shirt."

Yoongi caught the shirt that Hoseok threw at him with ease. "Thank you."

"No problem." Hoseok smiled, "It was my fault that your shirt stained. Least I could do. I'll turn around."

A mischievous smirk appeared on Yoongi's lips. "The view's great. It would be a shame if you missed it because you decided to be a gentleman Hoseok."

At the tensing of Hoseok's shoulders at the statement, Yoongi made a mental note to himself. It was easy to get on Hoseok's nerves— all Yoongi had to do was act cocky and flirtatious. Knowing that would be useful for the future.

After all, if Yoongi did his job right, Hoseok wouldn't be able to get enough of him.

Yoongi slowly unbuttoned his shirt, fiddling every so often with the buttons to make it excruciatingly painful for Hoseok. Hoseok had turned back around per Yoongi's suggestion, his frame leaning against the wall. Yoongi could have sworn Hoseok's eyes had begun to darken, biting his bottom lip unconsciously. Yoongi suppressed the shiver threatening to run through his body as he slipped off the shirt completely, feeling the cold, frigid air hit him.