Project Heartbreak | SOPE ✔️

iv. project kismet

The first thing Yoongi registered when he woke up was the arm slung over his bare torso.

The second thing Yoongi registered was the breaths hitting his neck every few seconds.

The third thing Yoongi registered was the head buried in the crook of his neck.

Yoongi fought the urge to gag as his mind finally connected the dots. Not only had Yoongi and Hoseok hooked up, but they'd fallen asleep in each other's arms. It went against his code of ethics. There was only one person he'd let do that, and that person was Jungkook.

Strangely enough, he felt oddly comfortable wrapped in Hoseok's presence. Yoongi never considered himself to be someone fond of affectionate gestures like these. He did have to adopt those methods for his missions; some of his targets loved physical affection, especially after sex.

Hoseok stirred beside him, a faint whine sounding from his throat as Yoongi tried moving away from him. Yoongi fought the urge to roll his eyes. Great. He was stuck with yet another target that seemed to love affection— especially after sex. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself as he dissolved into his persona.

"Baby," Yoongi mentally cringed at the sweet, sultry voice he had adopted. "You need to let me go."

"Mm, what's the rush?" Hoseok mumbled, eyes fluttering open at the sound of Yoongi's voice. "It's the weekend. Is there something you have to do?"

"Just because it's the weekend doesn't mean I don't have other responsibilities." Yoongi removed his arms from Hoseok, pulling himself away from the bed. He stood up, ignoring Hoseok's soft pleas. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, mentally cringing at his state.

Jung Hoseok was insanely different than all his other targets.

From the looks of it, Hoseok seemed too like being in control and wasted no time marking the objects that claimed his interest. Yoongi's fingers unconsciously ran over the never-ending hues of purple, red, and pink that painted his otherwise clean body. He hadn't even noticed that Hoseok had tainted him so much— not until right now.

Hoseok watched Jihoon look at himself in the mirror, smirking softly to himself. Even he was astounded by the amount of painting he had done in Yoongi's body. Usually, he didn't get carried away, but there was something about Jihoon that intrigued Hoseok— so much that he let his desires get the best of him.

Strangely enough, Hoseok didn't want to let Jihoon go just yet.

He got up from the bed, approaching Jihoon, who was still inspecting the damages done to his body. Hoseok chuckled, snaking his arms around Jihoon's waist.

"Can't get enough of me, Jung?"

Jihoon's tone held a teasing note to it, one that had Hoseok slipping into an involuntary smile.

"After yesterday, I don't think that's possible." Hoseok murmured, pulling Yoongi a bit closer. "You're a work of art, Choi Jihoon."

"Speak for yourself," Jihoon mused. "I'm not the only one whose body's littered with hickeys."

It was true. Hoseok hadn't seen it at first, but just like Jihoon, his usually clean skin full of hickeys. Not as much as Jihoon's but still enough where Hoseok would have to cover with makeup.  He would have to. It was rare for Hoseok to let someone overpower him, much less claim his body the way Jihoon had. If Namjoon and the others were to find out, they'd freak. They'd freak and would try to find the mystery man, and Hoseok wanted to keep Jihoon to himself as much as possible.

Yes, Jihoon was very interesting.

"You're the true work of art here." Hoseok smiled softly, placing his head in the crook of Jihoon's neck.