had some drinks (yoonseok/sope oneshot) ( ▶ sope playlist #5 )

🥃 i'll have you, no chaser 🥃

Hoseok didn't repeat himself.

Didn't move closer. Nor did he move away.

Just the same, Yoongi felt a pull, a tug. As if from invisible hands.

His center of gravity drawn to Hoseok as if by sheer magnetism, mind in a heady trance that had absolutely nothing to do with the alcohol in his bloodstream.

It was the same feeling that had taken over his mind for years.

The feeling that gave him laser focus on Hoseok when they and the members reviewed their dance breaks. The feeling that made him pay attention to Hoseok to the point that he had an encyclopedic knowledge of everything j-hope. Hobi. Jung Hoseok (fucking knowing that Hoseok's father collects rocks, for example).

Well, encyclopedic knowledge from an outside, strictly best-friend perspective.

But here they were, Hoseok having just said... that, waiting as they lay barely inches apart, hot breath traded between them and Yoongi - finally - couldn't ignore the pull.

So he moved forward, slowly, and as if having been given the green light, Hoseok rushed to meet him, hands pulling Yoongi by his loose-fitting shirt, water bottle rolling off the bed onto the floor.

Their lips touched, Hoseok's soft and still a little wet, and Yoongi's (he was very conscious of it now) by contrast were a little chapped today.

But if Hoseok noticed, it didn't deter him, licking over Yoongi's bottom lip and taking it between his teeth, demanding the kiss go deeper.

And there was a joke among the members and in the fandom that 'whatever Yoongi wants, Yoongi gets' - but it was nothing in comparison to the way Yoongi wanted to make damn sure Hoseok got everything he wanted tonight.

He deepened the kiss and Hoseok's tongue glided over the roof of his mouth, curling around his tongue.

Hoseok's hands, moving any and everywhere on his body, pulling him closer.

Hands. Sliding up his thighs. Hands on his ass. Hands in his hair. Hands on his-

Hands on his face.

Hoseok's hands on his face. Fingers ghosting his hairline. Thumb moving softly against his cheek. The pulse of his palms under his jaw.

And Hoseok held his face, kissing him in slow motion.

This is all Yoongi wanted. This is all Yoongi wants. This is all Yoongi will ever want-

And then Hoseok rolled them over, body pressing into him, pushing him into the mattress and Yoongi scolded himself for his limited imagination.

What he wanted now was just everything about Hoseok.

And Hoseok became everything. Yoongi's senses became chaos. Became nothing more than Hoseok-detectors.

As they should.

Savoring the way that Hoseok felt. The weight of his body as he pushed Yoongi into the mattress, the taste of his tongue and the remnants of whiskey they'd downed over the course of the night. The way he smelled when freshly showered before bed, not a trace of cologne. Just home.

Yoongi let his hands trace Hoseok's body, flush against his own, Hoseok hummed into his mouth at the sensation and Yoongi could hear his voice knocking around the inside of his skull.