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#college au #dormmates #pining

prompts: @serethiel-is-hufflepuffed author: @queenofthyme

Draco took one last breath and crossed his fingers before opening the door, hoping for a clean, quiet, mathematics major. The cramped room was evenly divided into two halves with a bed, desk and computer chair on each side. One side, his, was bare. The other was, well, anything but. Posters of football players lined almost every inch of the wall, overlapping each other at the corners in an effort to all fit across the small canvas. The bed had been covered in a black and white duvet cover patterned like a football (no, really), and draped over the computer chair as if carelessly thrown, was a red, long-sleeved sports jersey bearing the name, “Potter.”

His dormmate was a jock. Great.

Draco started to pull his bags into the room, turning his back on Potter’s side. Not only was his dormmate a jock, he was clearly an obsessive all-or-nothing kind of jock too. Probably one of those types who couldn’t hold a conversation about anything other than sport and who spent all their time drinking excessive amounts of water and going on long tedious jogs. Urgh. In fact, that’s probably where he was now. Jogging around the college grounds. Just the thought made Draco’s muscles weak. He was already having enough trouble hurling his eighteen bags – Italian black leather monogrammed with D. Malfoy – from the hallway (where his chauffeur had left them) to his dorm.

As he struggled to lift his seventh bag, heavy with books his mother had insisted he leave at home, a voice called out behind him.

“Are you alright with that?”

“Yes, fine, thank you” Draco responded automatically, not turning around. He wasn’t here to make friends, and his pride dictated that he didn’t require anybody’s help.

“Are these all your bags?” asked the voice, directly behind him now.

“Yes,” Draco said, giving up on lifting the bag and dragging it across the floor into his dormroom. “I’m particular.”

When he turned around, he saw that, despite his rejection of help, the voice – a man of the same age with offensive calves and terrible hair – had followed him into the dormmroom lugging four bags at once.

“I said I was fine.”

The man shrugged. “I wanted to help.”

“Alright,” Draco said, dropping onto his empty bed, laying back and placing his hands behind his head, “help, then.”

The other student stared at him for a moment, laughed, and then continued bringing the bags in. Draco was being childish of course, but he couldn’t stand overly helpful types, especially ones who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

When overly-helpful finishing bringing in all of Draco’s luggage, he didn’t leave. Instead, he had the nerve to sit down on the bed across from Draco. Potter’s bed. “You have way too many clothes,” he commented unnecessarily.

“I wouldn’t sit there if I were you,” Draco snapped.

“What? Why?”

“My roommate, Potter, he’ll be back any moment. He’s a big, buff, scary guy.” (It could’ve been true.) “I think he’s on the football team. I wouldn’t want to cross him.”

The man laughed, showing off a wide smile and too-perfect teeth.

“What are you laughing for?”

“I didn’t think I was that scary looking.” The man raised his arms and flexed in mock imitation of a bodybuilder. “I’ll take buff though.”

“What?” Draco stared at the twitch in the man’s biceps which were decidedly not that impressive. And then it hit. “Oh. You’re the jock.”

“I see you’ve already made a judgement.”

Draco sat up, a familiar anxiety settling in his stomach. He’d been at college less than half an hour and, of course, he’d already made an enemy of his dormmate. “Well,” he said defensively, “what was I supposed to make out of that?” He gestured to the poster-covered wall which was objectively ridiculous.

The student – Potter – laughed again. “It’s a bit much, isn’t it? Sorry– I’ve just never been allowed to put anything on the walls back in fost– back at home, so I may have gotten a little…er…enthusiastic.”

Draco ignored Potter’s slip-up. He understood what it was like to carry secrets. And he was relieved Potter didn’t seem to think too poorly of him despite his behaviour. “I actually don’t think it’s allowed here, either,” he pointed out.

Potter tilted his head and looked at Draco with eyes too green to be allowed. “You’re not going to tell on me, are you, Malfoy?”

“No,” Draco said, realising quite suddenly that he would not be doing anything to hurt this man. “I’m not.”

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fallleaves4life-blog · 7 years ago

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#slytherin dorms #cinnamon allergy #bad jokes

Prompts: @andallwaswell-ish Author: @queenofthyme

“Malfoy, don’t drink that, it’s got cinnamon in it.” Harry hadn’t meant to say it. He didn’t even know he was going to say anything at all until the words had already left his lips. By then, it was too late to censor himself.

Malfoy paused, the bottle at his lips, and regarded Harry with a curious expression. The rest of the circle watched on, their game of truth or dare, hardly begun, and already interrupted.

“So?” Ron broke the silence. “What does it matter if it’s got cinnamon?”

Malfoy’s eyes never left Harry. “How did you know?” He asked.

Harry thought quickly. “It’s spiced firewhisky. Seamus and I found– ”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Malfoy interrupted. He spoke to Harry as if there was no one else in the room. In reality, they were surrounded by eighth years from every house, all squeezed together on the floor of the Gryffindor Common Room for a game Hermione had initiated. And to Harry’s surprise – she had secretly invited the Slytherins.

“Can someone please explain what’s going on here?” Ron asked loudly.

“Draco has a cinnamon allergy,” explained Pansy, clapping her hands together excitedly.

“How did you know?” Malfoy asked Harry again, ignoring their audience.

“I don’t know. I just do.” The same way he knew the exact gel Malfoy used on his hair every morning (Merlin’s Magic), the same way he knew how Malfoy liked his eggs (poached), and the same way he knew Malfoy’s favourite colour (red).

Ron, although slow on the uptake, came to Harry’s rescue as usual. “Malfoy must have mentioned it before.”

Of course, Pansy wasn’t about let Harry off the hook so easily. “When would Draco have ever told– ”

Malfoy stood up abruptly, the spiced firewhisky discarded on the floor. Everyone turned to him and Harry was grateful for the reprieve from probing eyes. “I’m not staying sober while the rest of you get plastered. I’ll grab some regular firewhisky from my dorm.”

“Do you need someone to come with you?” Pansy asked sweetly.

Harry saw the trap before Malfoy did, but he had no way of warning him. “Yeah,” Malfoy said, “that’d be– ”

“Excellent,” Pansy interrupted. She turned to Harry. “Potter, you should go with him.”

Malfoy realised his mistake too late. “Wait, I thought– ”

This time it was Hermione who interrupted. “It’s Harry’s fault for only bringing spiced firewhisky anyway. He should help,” she said, sharing a smile with Pansy.

Harry looked back up at Malfoy, waiting for his reaction. Sure, they’d been tricked into it but Malfoy could always storm off without him. It’s not as if their show of being civil to each other throughout the year had fooled anyone.

“Fine,” Malfoy huffed, crossing his arms impatiently. He addressed Harry without looking at him. “Potter, you coming?”

Harry stood up, avoiding the eyes that returned to him once more. “Um, yeah, sure.”

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First Reality

Yoongi didn't have a day off for the next month, only being granted one by a single cancellation and transferring the rest of his appointments to another escort. He would trade owing Jihoon a day off to talk with Hoseok about what was happening. Whatever was happening.

Hoseok has agreed to meet him wherever, so he chose his favorite cafe. Just a simple one that was small and cozy, not one too popular. He liked the atmosphere and the coffee, and the owners liked him. It was always close to the office, so he found in the last few weeks that it was the perfect place for a break.

He was sipping his first macchiato when Hoseok arrived. Yoongi looked up when a cacophony of jingle bells signaled his entrance. The other sat beside him with a smile after ordering a chocolate vanilla frappe. "Ready to talk?"

Yoongi let out a nervous breath before he gave a nod, his hands fidgeting on the table. "That night... I barely remember the details of what happened." A hand closed over his own, and his eyes caught the gleaming silver band. Somehow, it gave him the strength to continue speaking. "I remember.. realizing something, like a big moment where my chest felt like it.. relaxed completely, but... I also remember it not, so would you.. tell me what you got out of that experience?" He offered the faintest smile he could remember mustering, his heart hammering when the other returned the upturned lips.

"You told me how I made you feel, and how it made you so confused. We talked briefly about the future, but you kept saying you couldn't think of any way to be happy." He caught himself and laughed a little, taking a sip from his frappe. "Well, basically that's what I got."

Yoongi played with the ring on Hoseok's finger, the metal burning hot. "I mean.. I can't think of a way where I won't be losing everything. If I quit my job, I'll have nothing. Yeah, I know I have plenty of money from working all these years, but I was never good at keeping track of it, so I don't know how long it will last." He sighed, Hoseok's hand lacing his fingers between his own. "And... I don't want to rely on you. I can't provide for myself, so I'll only be a burden. And then, when the relationship fails- even though I hope it doesn't- I won't have anything to go back to. I'll.. be alone."

He wiped his eyes before anything could fall and drained the rest of his macchiato, the burn distracting him. "I'm sorry, Hoseok. I wish I could think of a way for everything to work out with a plan B and C and D and everything, but I've never had to do anything like this before. I basically graduated high school and started being an escort the next day. Maybe not exactly like that but kinda." He knew he was rambling, a gentle hand on his cheek stopping him.

Hoseok's eyes bore into his own the same way that used to intimidate him. But now, after having looked at those eyes for all these months, he knew that look meant he was being honest and real. The thought made his stomach twist. "Yoongi, I promise that this relationship we have will never end. I don't care if I have to help you a little, but I'm going to help you get on your feet and be the independent person your personality calls for." The elder gave a shy smile, and to him, that was a success. "But that is so far in the future, we don't have to care about that right now, okay?" He waited until he received a nod to continue. "The goal now is for you to figure out your job situation. Okay?"

Yoongi smiled and kissed the hand that remained on his cheek, grateful for the support or he would've broken down. "Okay." He paused before slowly putting his hand over the other's. "Thank you. For everything. It doesn't seem like much has really happened, but I thank you all the same."

The other smiled and caressed his cheek, his fingertips ghosting over his skin. "It's all your decision, Yoongi. I'll be behind you every step of the way."

Fluttering erupted inside his chest at the words. He reached out and held Hoseok's hands in his tightly, his nose sniffling. He knew it wouldn't be much longer before he started crying, but he tried to hold on to his composure a little longer. "I think... I think I want to quit." The other's encouraging smile brought one to his face. "I.. I'm so tired of being so busy and having sex all the time." He looked out of the corner of his eye, nervous someone could overhear the conversation. "I just want.. freedom. To be with you. And to be.. happy."

Hoseok touched his chin softly, the contact raising his eyes to meet the younger's. "Do you want me to be there with you?"

Yoongi shook his head uncertainly, his hair, now needing a trim as it hung over the tops of his ears, flapping around his face with the movement. "I think I should do it alone. I'll go talk to the boss after this." He paused and tightened his grip on the other's hand, the hand squeezing back. "I'm not gonna lie, Hoseok, I'm really scared to. I hope he won't do anything. He shouldn't as long as he doesn't know about you." The words trailed off as memories whizzed through his mind; when he was punished last time, Minki's comfort afterward, Jun's face when he talked about what happened, his words...

The image of Minghao holding him in the snow flitted behind his closed eyelids, the care with which he held his lover. The way Hoseok talked to him after his own experience. He looked at the man across from him uncertainly. "Hoseok.. promise me you'll be there for me after everything... if something goes wrong."

Hoseok held his hand in his so firmly he thought he may break down right then. "Yoongi. I promise I'll always be there. Always. I swear." The elder felt something hot on his left cheek, and he gave a small choked sound. Hoseok's thumb wiped the tear away gently and held his hands tightly. "You're not alone in this, Yoongi."

He nodded to the other, thankful despite his red eyes. "Not anymore."

"You're quitting?"

Yoongi nodded to the boss, standing with his hands clasped loosely in front of him. Just an hour after departing with Hoseok, he stood in the office where he'd almost been raped. The desk in front of him still looked as unnerving as before, but he tried to keep himself in the right mind. "I'm quitting. I've really enjoyed working here these past years, Mr. Jeon. But I'm afraid I'm growing tired of the work. I'll be leaving, effective immediately."

The boss sat in his chair, looking over the paper Yoongi placed on his desk. The letter of resignation he'd so carefully thought out. "Growing tired of the work, huh?" He dropped the paper onto the desk and looked at the other, dark eyes intimidating. "Or is something else persuading you to leave? Or should I say someone."

Ice went through Yoongi's veins, but he bit his lip and kept his composure. "This decision is completely my own, Mr. Jeon. I feel more bored and more exhausted recently than I have in my entire career. It was honestly a lot of fun, but now I want to step away."

The boss nodded, eyes noting every movement Yoongi made. It made his skin crawl. "Very well. Take your leave and be out of my building in ten minutes max."

The silence that followed felt like a dismissal, but it was unnerving. "That's all?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow unsurely, disbelieving the causality of the man across from him, a man who raped two of his friends and (almost) himself.

But the other only nodded his head, opening something on his computer that he couldn't see. "Well, you're not my employee anymore. It's not like I can punish you or anything for falling for a client anymore. I'm not so uncivilized as to do that now. It'd actually be a crime then, wouldn't it?"

The smirk on his face as he spoke made his stomach twist, and he left the office feeling like he needed to hit something.

It'd actually be a crime then, wouldn't it?

As if their employment under him made what happened any less rape. Yoongi's face burned with anger as he walked through the building to the photo studio where Minki was waiting for him.

"He's such a fucking prick. I would've strangled him if I wasn't so terrified." He sunk into the empty makeup chair in front of the other's station, head in his hands. The anger buzzed inside of him, but the floating tension and fear left him feeling deflated and wanting to cry.

He felt Minki sit in the chair beside his own, and a cold hand touched his flaming skin. "At least he didn't do anything to you. That's lucky, Gi."

Yoongi's looked to his side and met the other's sad eyes, his chest convulsing. "I would have rather he did over what he said."

The blonde's face turned stern immediately. "You don't mean that, Yoongi. The man is a monster."

The elder nodded and stood up, his body not cooperating with his mind. "I do mean it, Minki. The man that sits up in that office deserves to burn in his own designated pit in Hell for what he's done. And I'm so fucking happy he can't hurt me anymore. Now all that's left is for you and Jun to abandon this sick ass company."

Minki's eyes widened as he stood to face him. "Me, leave? I can't do that as easily as you did."

"Does this look easy for me, Minki? Really? Cause it doesn't feel it." He exhales shakily and checked his phone, a text from Hoseok lighting up the screen. "I wouldn't be able to do this if he wasn't in my corner, Minki. And Jonghyun is in yours." He licked his lips and looked away, nerves exploding within his abdomen. "We're gonna leave, Min. And I don't want to leave y'all behind." He ignored the surprised look on the other's face as he continued. "I still don't know where yet, but we're leaving. Together. And I'm still so terrified of this whole relationship thing." The word rolled off his tongue thickly, but once it was out, it felt easier to breathe.

He smiled at the other in goodbye and walked out of the room. Hoseok was waiting outside for him, his car parked off the side of the street. The other looked so nervous and scared for him, it made Yoongi smile despite everything he felt dancing in his body. The younger saw him and waved, a relieved smile on his face.

Yoongi's walked up to him and accepted the arms around his waist, wrapping his own around the other's neck. The warmth the other gave off had the elder burrowing closer and away from the cold winter winds of the February day. Hoseok tried to pull away, probably to open the car door and allow Yoongi the warmth inside, but he held him tighter to prohibit the movements. "Let's just... stay like this. Just a minute longer. Please."

Hoseok's arms tightened around him and he lent down to the other's neck, the warm breath fanning the skin reminding Yoongi of home. "As long as you need, Yoongi."

The winds were harsh against the two of them, threatening constantly to blow them over, but Hoseok's sturdy frame held them up. He was thankful for the warmth and the protection the other was giving him. He gave a soft kiss to the man's neck to signal he was ready, and they broke apart.

Hoseok held his face between his warm hands, a honey-dipped heart smile facing him. "What next?"

Yoongi smiled as best he could in the cold, and he realized something standing there with the other's beautiful smile directed towards him. All his anger, his fear, his uncertainty, it was gone. It was gone, melted away by Hoseok's embrace in the freezing day. All he could feel, staring into the gorgeous eyes of his lover, was overwhelming happiness, hope, and love. He felt as if he had shed some old skin and sprouted anew.

Suddenly, he couldn't wait to start this new life with Hoseok. Sure, he was still terrified of what would happen if things did end badly between them. But now he felt as if that didn't matter. Am I drugged? He didn't care. All that mattered was Hoseok in front of him today, tomorrow, and forever.

He lifted the necklace out of his shirt and removed the ring from the chain, slipping the cold metal band around his ring finger. Yoongi smiled widely, not caring if the cold made his cheeks crack. He placed his hands on Hoseok's cold ones, the metal of their rings clinking softly in his ear. "Anything. Everything. Wherever you want to go, I'll go."

He leaned forward and kissed Hoseok's surprised smile, allowing himself to melt into and revel in the happiness the other gave him. The way the other man looked at him made him wonder why he'd ever doubted the eruptions in his chest when Hoseok smiled at him, the airplanes in his stomach when Hoseok touched his skin, or the intense dizziness when Hoseok took care of him after sex.

Maybe the future wouldn't be so scary to think about anymore.

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First Admittance Part 2

Yoongi turned around to face Hoseok, feeling his stomach twist when he caught sight of the smile on the man's lips. "Mind.. if I ask why?"

Hoseok raised an eyebrow slightly. "'Why'?"

"It's a promise ring, isn't it? So.. what are we promising?"

The other's smile moved from bright to sentimental without really moving at all. "It's more of an unspoken sort of promise. You can decide what to promise me."

Yoongi nodded and pressed his forehead into the other's chest so he wouldn't see his embarrassment. "Does that mean you have one?"

He felt the other move, although he couldn't tell if it was a nod or a shake of the head. "It's the same as yours, just a different size."

His heart soared in his chest, and he shyly smiled to himself. "Will you wear it?"

Another movement, and he felt a cool spot of metal touch his cheek. "I am already."

Yoongi lifted his eyes to Hoseok's hand, the silver band standing out against his golden skin. He touched the ring that hung around his neck, the metal now warm due to his body heat. Suddenly, he felt sick. He couldn't wear the ring because of his job. This ring that probably cost so much money, he couldn't wear.

What was it about Hoseok that made him want to be real? He found himself asking that question as he spoke, his voice sounding scarily sad. "Hoseok, I'm sorry.."

The other cocked his head, eyebrows furrowing in concern. "What are you sorry about? You don't have to be sorry for anything."

He shook his head, eyes burning. "I do. I want to wear it, but I can't because of my job. And I want to be able to go places with you without fear that I'll be-" he gulped, stopping himself from spiraling out of control. A hand cupped his cheek, a soft touch wiped away his tears. He tried to focus on that. "And I can't exactly quit my job because I don't have anything else besides it. I have no real no degree, no real skills, and no clue what to fucking do with my life after this."

A sob forced its way out of his throat, and he lowered his head, shame bleeding into every inch of his body. "And god, Hoseok, I'm so terrified. Everything is changing. I'm thinking about leaving a job I've never questioned, my best friend just a few months ago feels like a stranger now, I have new friends who I would have never known, and why? Because I feel human and worthy and happy around you? Why is that feeling- why is this feeling.. why? How?"

He wiped his eyes, refusing to start ugly crying, and spoke with a cracked voice. "How have you completely destroyed my life, and why am I happier now? It's all so confusing, Hoseok. And I'm sorry I can't decide what to fucking do, I'm sorry I can't think of how to not be a burden on you, I'm sorry I can't stop worrying about my job and I'm sorry I don't want to necessarily quit and I'm sorry you have to like me and I'm sorry I like you back-"

Another sob came through, and he closed his eyes tightly. He felt Hoseok's thumbs wipe his tears as they came, but it made him cry more. He heard Hoseok whisper to him, but he couldn't make out the words.

They stood in silence for a few minutes until Yoongi's tears dried up, and he was left dry-sobbing. Hoseok's words were soft, and for that he was grateful. "Yoongi, let's go to the bedroom, okay? I think you need to rest."

Yoongi nodded, feeling tired from the emotional workout. When Hoseok picked him up, he was surprised, yes, but his vocal chords were so scratched up, he couldn't make much of a sound. He was carried down to the bedroom and laid on the covers that smelled like Hoseok. He wiped his eyes again as the other sat next to him. "I'm sorry, Hoseok, I mean it. I really am."

A hand touched his own, and he allowed it to hold his hand. "Yoongi, look at me." He hesitated before lifting his eyes to meet the other's worried, caring face. "You don't have to be sorry for anything. What is happening, your life 'changing', that isn't as big a deal as you're making it. This is completely normal."

He tried to scoff, but it sounded more like he was choking on air. "Then why hasn't it happened to be for the last four years?"

"Because you were never in a position for things to change. They couldn't, so they didn't." He paused for a moment and smiled softly. "I guess all that was needed was for me to push the button."

Yoongi smiled softly and caught himself playing with the ring around his neck. How long had I been doing that? " You make it sound like you didn't do anything at all, like you're unimportant to this whole catalyst."

He smiled and intertwined his fingers through the elder's. "You think I was?"

He supposed he should be embarrassed, but Yoongi could only smile. "You are. If we're going off your analogy, you pushed the button. You started everything to fall apart. I feel like I should be blaming you for ruining my life." He tried to laugh, but he was so tired it turned into a yawn.

"Why don't you go to bed? It's late, and you said you have to work early tomorrow." Hoseok pulled the silk sheets over both of their bodies, not caring that Yoongi was still wearing his clothes. But then again, the elder didn't care much either.

Yoongi shook his head but didn't exactly put up much of a fight. "Hoseok, this is important. We need to talk about it."

Hoseok nodded and ran his fingers through the elder's hair. "And we will. Later, when you're not falling asleep."

"But I don't think I can just stop after starting, Hoseok. There no 'off button' for emotions." He felt a pout express on his face though he hadn't planned it.

"Yoongi, what are you even wanting to say? If you want me to stay, then don't over think it. If you wanted me gone, I feel like you wouldn't have accepted my gift."

He sighed and lifted his fingers to the necklace, the chain clinking together loudly in the quiet space between them. "But it's not that simple Hoseok... I can't just drop everything. I have.. nothing besides this job."

The hand on his head paused a little as if in hesitation. "That's not true, Yoongi. You have Minki and Jun, Minghao and Jonghyun, not to mention the friends you told me about that were at the sleepover. And you have me.

"But Hoseok-" Yoongi raised his eyes and made eye contact with his lover, the intensity numbed by his own distraught mind. "I can't rely on you for everything. I've.. never been in a serious relationship before. What if we fall through? I can't just live in Minki and Jonghyun's house. And job-wise, I'm not good at anything, I have no experience or references." He looked away, the regret of his life choices making him feel nauseated. "I.. can't even go out on the street without people recognizing me as some slut."

Hoseok turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling, Yoongi's body now just up against his side. "Then we move."

The elder chuckled forcefully. "Yeah, and the photos and videos on the company website? People would find them. Besides, where would we even go? I can't just pack up and leave Korea."

"But you can."

Yoongi sat up, propping his upper body weight onto his elbow. "Hoseok, I can't leave all my friends here. Then I'd really have no one if we broke up."

The younger sighed softly and smiled, still looking at the ceiling as if his mind was a hundred miles away. "Yoongi, you worry so much for someone who's been acting unbothered for the last four years."

He smiled shyly and looked away briefly. "You've known me for how long now and you're just noticing?"

Hoseok smiled, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "You do realize that you've changed from the first time we've slept together to now?"

"I haven't changed! I've just..." His words trailed off. He has changed, but not in the way the other meant. "I've always been like this. I'm just a bit feisty with people I don't trust."

He felt an arm pull him down into the other's body, and he rested his head against the broad chest he met. "Is that a compliment I hear?" Whenever Hoseok spoke, he could hear the deep vibrations it caused throughout his body.

"Yes it is, don't let it go to your head." He giggled and kissed the skin next to him, not wanting to move.

Hoseok's fingers moved through his hair, and it calmed him down. "We'll talk about the more serious stuff later, Yoongi okay? You really should be falling asleep."

The elder sighed softly in resignation, leaning more into the body beside him. "I don't like leaving this unfinished, Hoseok. And I don't know when my next off day will be."

"Then we'll talk then. I'll leave you breakfast in the morning, so just go to sleep. Don't worry anymore tonight."

Yoongi felt like screaming that he needed closure now, but he was so exhausted. His eyes fell shut despite his protests, and his breathing evened out as he relaxed, Hoseok's fingers coaxing the reaction out of him. "Hoseok.."

"Hush, Baby. It's time to rest."

The soft touch and quiet words lulled him in, and Yoongi gave up trying to stay awake any longer. He fell asleep a few seconds later, mumbling random words incoherently. Hoseok just smiled at the sleeping form of his lover, the smaller's necklace hot from body heat on his stomach.

He pressed a kiss to his pointer and middle finger, then pressed his fingers to Yoongi's forehead. However this was going to end, he hoped they'd be together for a long while.

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First Admittance Part 1

The next day, Yoongi went back to work. Because of his two days off, he was swamped with appointments and meetings for the next two weeks. New Years parties and appointments and meetings on top of the month's shoots and streams. God, he was exhausted every day when he got to the apartment. Seokjin tried to talk to him, but he was so tired, he fell asleep standing each time. Most nights, he went to bed past midnight and woke up before eight, only sneaking short naps in between appointments. Hoseok texted him a lot, but he couldn't reply much anymore. He felt really bad about it, but it gave him a lot of time to think.

Do I love Hoseok?

The question rumbled in his brain whenever he had a free moment, which wasn't very often, but enough to stress him out. Minki's words came in right after the question, always making him feel like the answer would be yes. But it shouldn't be. He and Hoseok had known each other almost three months at that point. Was that enough time to fall for someone?

Yoongi didn't have the answer.

He was in a lounge area at the company, sitting on a comfy leather couch with a blanket around his shoulders, when the thoughts returned again. He only had twenty minutes before he had to get ready for his next event, so he was trying to get some shut-eye. But it seemed he wouldn't be granted that luxury.

It was obvious he liked Hoseok: the other made him feel like more than what he was. When he was with Hoseok, he didn't feel like an escort, a person who slept with people for money. He felt like someone who could be happy, who could be loved, and should. But he wasn't ready to leave his job. Being an escort was extremely rewarding pay-wise. Yes, he had enough money saved away to live comfortably for a long time. And if he stayed with Hoseok, he'd live comfortably forever with money to spare. But there was something about relying on the other that he despised. He didn't want to be a burden.

He snuggled into the couch, trying to block out the noisy floor. Maybe, just maybe, he could work as an escort a few months more, maybe a year, and retire from the life. He'd have to move to a new place (too many people recognized him) and go to college (he never went in the first place). He had enough to pay for a college education, but then his "comfortable life" would be much shorter. College was too expensive nowadays. Besides all of that, what would he even study? What kind of job did he want to have? His only skills were ones he'd collected and perfected over the years of being an escort: pole dancing, mixology, sex, pretending to be someone he's not. He could be an actor, but then he'd get recognized all over again, and people would bring up the escort life. He buried his face in his hands. God, was this a disaster.

Yoongi looked up and peaked around the room. No one ever really went into the lounge rooms unless you were needing a nap between appointments. So, only Yoongi. He pulled his phone out and dialed Hoseok up, the other picking up after a few rings.

"Yoongi, what's going on?"

He smiled a little at that. Hoseok could always tell if he was feeling negative. "I just wanted to talk. I'm completely swamped with appointments for the next few hours. I only have-" he checked the time and groaned. "ten minutes before I have to be downstairs for Minki. What're you doing?"

There was a hum and some static before clearing up. "I just excused myself from a meeting when I saw your call."

Yoongi bit his lip slightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything important..."

He heard the other hum slightly. "My work isn't as important as you."

"You're being smooth, Jung." He smiled and checked the time again, cursing softly. "If you don't mind, could I stay at your house tonight? I won't be able to do anything, but I just want to see you even if I'll be sleeping the entire time."

There was a bit of silence before Hoseok spoke, and his words came out sweetly. "Yoongi, you can see me whenever you want. I'll even give you a key to the house."

He chuckled softly to cover his embarrassment. "I wouldn't want to ruin your privacy-"

A laugh cuts his words off. "Yoongi, you've seen every inch of my house and body. There's no more privacy." He chuckled before returning to the topic of conversation. "I'll leave a key for you on the bar counter, next to.. a Christmas present."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, though he knew the other couldn't see it. "A Christmas present? But- I didn't get you anything."

"It's just a gift from me, but let's call it a Christmas present. Between us."

He shivered at how deep the other's voice suddenly got. "Sure, Jung. I'll be there probably around one or two."

"See you, baby."

Yoongi smiled as he hung up and moved off the couch, suddenly feeling a little more energized than before.

He arrived at Hoseok's a little after 1:30 in the morning, letting himself in through the front door. Sometimes Hoseok left the door unlocked for him, but now he would have his own key. Isn't this something people do when they're dating? The thought flitted through his mind as he walked across the living room, getting abandoned as worry crept in. Hoseok wasn't there waiting for him, and the house was oddly silent.

Yoongi approached the bar counter, a simple silver house key, with a thin red ribbon tied into a small bow through the key ring hole, and a small box placed next to it. He smiled as he lifted the key, tying it onto his personal key ring with the red ribbon and double knotting it so it wouldn't fall off. Then he turned to the box.

It looked like a ring box, and for a split second, Yoongi was afraid of what would be inside. If Hoseok was proposing, he was going to shoot something. He lifted the lid, a loud snap ringing as it jerked open, but all that was inside was a silver band with an engraving on the side. He took it out of the box, fingertip's sliding over the cool metal. He heard footsteps behind him, and he turned halfway to look at the man.

Hoseok smiled softly. "Merry Christmas, Yoongi."

The elder smiled softly and looked back at the ring, reading the engraving. A Perfect Fit. He looked up at the other while biting his lips.

"It should be your size. Remember when we went out shopping on Christmas Eve? The lines were murder, but we got into a jeweler. You tried on one of the rings they had." Yoongi looked back down at the ring- his ring- in silence. "I know it's kind of out of the blue, but I ordered it that night and it just came in."

Yoongi slid his fingers over the metal again, something burning in his chest. "But, Hoseok, I can't wear this. I'd get figured out on the spot."

The younger nodded and took a step closer. "I thought of that, don't worry. May I?" Yoongi nodded and Hoseok took the ring, stepping behind his lover. There were a few clicks of metal hitting metal behind him, but then a long necklace was fasted around his neck, the ring dangling over his breast. "You can hide it under your shirt, or you can choose not to wear it at all. It's your choice."

Yoongi lifted the ring and looked over it again, not quite understanding the engraving but accepting it either way. He slowly leaned back into the other, a soft smile on his lips as arms moved around his waist. "Thank you, Hoseok. I'll... I'll never take it off."

There was a little-shocked silence from the other, but then a laugh. He picked up the smaller and spun him around, Yoongi yelping in surprise at the sudden lack of contact with the earth. He heard Hoseok cheering, and he heard himself laughing, but he was more focused on the words that Hoseok said after. Thank you. As if he was scared he'd get rejected.

Yoongi scoffed internally at the idea, but stopped himself short. The other wasn't wrong to be scared, he had every right to be. This ring, it was a promise. Of what, he wasn't quite sure yet, but he didn't care as long as he was with Hoseok. But did the other know that? Of course, he didn't. Each time Yoongi got close to admitting his feelings, even to himself, he shut them down with the simple fact of he can't.

Even now, with Hoseok's hands on his hips and stomach, back flush with his chest, he felt happier and lighter like he always did with him. Was that some sort of sign?

To be continued...

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fallleaves4life-blog · 7 years ago

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First Half-Honesty

Yoongi woke up on Christmas Day to a warm embrace and breath on his neck. Hoseok had fallen asleep spooning Yoongi, and they were both still in pretty much the same position. The other's head was just behind his shoulder, so his warm breathing hit his skin head on. The arms around his waist were burning hot into his tank, but despite all that, Yoongi was comfortable.

He tried to stretch a little in the hold, but then Hoseok shifted and pulled him closer. He felt the other's head burrow in the crook of his neck, and he giggled quietly. "I know you're awake, Jung. Don't try and pretend."

There was some movement behind him as a chuckle sounded in his ear, and the arms around him pulled him closer. "Damn, I thought I could get away with pretending for a few more minutes."

Yoongi giggled and turned his head sideways to get a peek at the other. "How long have you been awake?"

Hoseok moved into view, a tired smile on his face. "Just a few minutes. Too comfortable to move, and you were too beautiful to wake up." Hoseok left a soft kiss on the other's lips as an end to his statement, and Yoongi blushed.

He moved to snuggle deeper into the other's warm body, but Hoseok's hands moved on their own. They went to the hem of his shirt and slipped under the fabric, splaying across his abdomen. He giggled a little. "Is this a subtle way of asking for something, Jung?"

He felt a nod. "Asking to touch you, yes."

Yoongi giggled again. "But you're already touching me! Like, everywhere!"

Hoseok laughed, the sleep in his voice bringing it down an octave. "Merry Christmas, Yoongi."

Yoongi smiled softly and twisted in the arms, turning around to face the other. "Merry Christmas, Jung." He leaned up slightly and accepted the soft kiss from Hoseok. When he pulled away, he pushed Hoseok's chest playfully. "Okay, Mr. Chef, go make the best Christmas pancakes in the world."

Hoseok laughed as he sat up, looking at Yoongi who remained on the bed. "Is that your way of kicking me out?"

Yoongi nodded and pulled the silk sheets around him. "It's my way of getting food."

"I'll bring them in when they're done. We can watch corny Christmas movies if you want." As he stood and walked from the room, Hoseok smiled at his lover and patted his thigh.

The elder waited until he was gone to let out the squeal he'd been holding in. God, Hoseok was so good to him. He was sweet and understanding and handsome and sexy and wonderful... Yoongi buried his head into the pillow and hugged himself. This was the first time in literal years he'd allowed himself to feel these feelings for another person, and it was beautiful. For a split second, he didn't care whether he'd get found out or not; as long as he was able to continue feeling this.

But he did care, and it wasn't going to happen.

He sat up on the bed and rubbed his eyes, the crusty bits falling off as per usual. He looked over to Hoseok's side of the bed and crawled over, looking at the nightstand. There was a photo frame flipped down, and he lifted it up. There was a man sitting in Hoseok's office. He didn't smile at the camera.

Yoongi squinted at the man. His face was similar to Hoseok's, but he looked like he hadn't smiled in years. The man must be his father, but he looked so different, so cold. He shivered and put the picture back on the nightstand. He opened the drawer and rummaged inside. Average stuff: condoms, lube, a tie Yoongi hadn't seen in a while, but there was an old book there. He picked it up gingerly and flipped through the pages. The book bind was bent in one place, a folded sticky note as a bookmark. He read a few words and giggled. It was dirty, but he supposed he expected it from the other, so he put the book back.

He lifted the tie and froze. There were some pill bottles at the bottom of the drawer, hidden. He picked up one and checked the prescription. He couldn't tell what the pills were for, but he was slightly worried. He put the bottle back, suddenly not feeling very curious.

Yoongi rolled over to the middle of the bed, the warm spots where he and Hoseok had lain the night before now cold. He turned the tv on and took his phone into his hand. Ten o'clock. He looked through his texts and smiled at the Christmas messages. He responded to each with a heart and a "Merry Christmas" and tossed his phone away.

Now he was bored. He groaned and stood from the bed, not fixing his crumpled shirt or shorts, and walked through the house to the kitchen. It was funny, the house that scared him so much at first was now a second home.

He peeked out the end of the hallway and saw Hoseok standing over the stove top, most likely making the pancakes. There were ingredients covering the countertops, flour, sugar, milk, and eggs, a bowl next to the stove with a ladle inside. How did he look so focused from the back?

Yoongi's padded into the kitchen, looking over Hoseok's shoulder. "What's cookin, good lookin?"

The other snorted and looked over at him. "Really? That's so terrible."

He giggled and rested his head on the other's shoulder blade. "Do you need any help? I'm a good cook, y'know."

"So that one time you almost burned down my kitchen making microwave popcorn was an outlier?" Hoseok's eyes twinkled playfully as he flipped another pancake in the pan.

"Totally. I didn't know how to use your microwave then. It's fancy!"

There was a snort. "You want to help?" He nodded into the other's back. "You can get the fruit ready if you want." He let go of the other and started cutting up the fruit into fun shapes. Hoseok had Christmas music playing on a speaker somewhere, and they both sang along terribly. Yoongi's was a pretty terrible singer most of the time, and Hoseok was better but only by a little. Right now, in the comfortable space they shared, they didn't really care about sounding all that good.

Hoseok's finished the pancakes and set the table with food: bowls of fruit, butter, jam, and plates of pancakes, toast, and eggs. Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the many plates. "Hoseok, why is there so much food? And so many plates?"

"I didn't tell you?" He shook his head, and the other sighed. "Damn. Well... I usually have brunch on Christmas with Minghao and Jonghyun. Your friends will be coming too." Yoongi blinked, and silence fell between them. "It's no big deal really. I thought I told you about it."

Yoongi shook his head, picking at his wrist. "No, it's okay. Do we have to change?" He looked down at his disheveled pajamas then up to Hoseok's bare chest and low hanging sweats.

The other shook his head though. "It's casual, no business involved. Just family."

Family? The word had Yoongi's heart beating faster. He smiled shyly and poked Hoseok's chest. "Yeah, but you're half naked. Put on, like, a tank top of something."

Hoseok laughed. "Yeah, only if it's yours."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow challengingly and pulled his tank top off. "Fine, go ahead." The other looked at him, speechless. "I'll just go take one of your shirts." He giggled and skipped away, leaving Hoseok with his mouth agape, holding a crumpled up gray tank top.

A few minutes later, Yoongi was wearing a big T-shirt he found in the other's closet. It was some band shirt, or maybe a dance group, but it was old and faded. He didn't mind though, it was still warm, but not constricting, and it smelled like Hoseok. As stupid and corny as it sounded.

Jonghyun and Minki arrived just a few minutes later, Yoongi and the artist hugging as Hello, and the other two giving a bro-hug. Minghao and Jun came just a minute or so after that, and they were greeted the same way. They all sat at the roundtable, the businessmen on one half and the lovers opposite their partner. Yoongi helped Hoseok prepare mimosas for everyone; even if the boy could cook, Yoongi had way more experience with drinks.

Once they were all comfortable, the businessmen became engrossed in the company gossip, apparently. Jun turned to Yoongi with a smirk in his eye. "Okay, Gi, since when were you this close with Hoseok?"

Yoongi sipped his mimosa and looked between the two. "What do you mean?" He may be a good actor, but he has never been better than a half-decent liar.

"Please, Gi. You look so lovesick." Minki rolled his eyes and ate a piece of his eggs. "If I didn't know you, I'd say you were dating."

When Yoongi hesitated, the other's gasped. "Oh shit!" The lovers looked over, but they smiled in apology and turned back to their pouting/glaring Hyung. Jun was the first to speak, a smile lighting his face. "Yoongi, spill it. We need to know!"

He had whisper yelled the last bit, and it made Yoongi relax. If he was going to tell anyone, it would be these two. "We're not dating dating... you know we're not allowed to date clients.. but I asked him two days ago if he could be, like, a special, long-term client.."

Hoseok looked over at him through the corner of his eye, and Yoongi returned a soft smile. It satisfied the other because he felt something nudge his foot under the table just as the other looked away. His friends saw the subtle exchange though and squealed.

He laughed at the two of them. "Guys It's really no big deal. I've been seeing him almost every day for the past two months-"

"Uh, it is a big deal!" Minki finished his plate of food and was grabbing seconds. He was eating mostly fruit though, and Jun was eating a lot of toast and eggs. It seemed Hoseok had done this a lot. "Your whole thing is you love being an escort and would never jeopardize it. You've been sleeping with hundreds, if not thousands, of people for the past four, now almost five, years. You haven't had a relationship in that all that time because it would get in the way of your career, and now all of a sudden-"

"You're head over heels for someone you've known for two months and risking everything for them!"

Yoongi flushed and play shoved Minki. "I'm not head over heels! And I'm not risking everything, promise!" The two of them raised an eyebrow, looking at him in question, and his face turned red from his blush. "I swear, it's nothing like what you're thinking.."

Jun smiled brightly at him and pointed at him with his fork. "Yeah, so what have you been doing while spending the past two nights here?"

When he hesitated, Jun nodded. "Exactly. Besides, Gi, you don't think I can tell when someone's in love?"

"That's one thing I know for sure, I'm not in love."

Minki looked over at him. "Gi, he looks at you the same way Jonghyun looks at me."

Goosebumps rose on his arms and he rubbed them to distract himself. He looked over at Hoseok from across the table just as the other was laughing at some joke, and a smile rose on his face before he could stop it. "I can't be in love. It's not allowed."

Minki's eyes widened a little. He leaned forward to get a better angle on the other's face. "Yoongi, are you not allowing yourself to love him, because it's not allowed?"

Yoongi shook his head and played with the remaining half pancake on his plate, his hunger gone. "I'm not in love. Hoseok's just different, really." He felt like the words burned his tongue, but he couldn't understand why that would be. They weren't lies.

Maybe they weren't the whole truth.

Jun hummed as he finished his plate. "Well, even if you aren't in love, Hoseok is."

"Why would he be in love with me?"

Minki sighed and looked over at Jonghyun, smiling as he watched him converse with Minghao. "Love is weird, Gi. It sneaks up on you when you never think it will. And by the time you realize what's going on, you can't go back." He turned to the elder and smiled softly. "But the thing about love is.. you never want to go back to when it wasn't there."

#sope au #sope #bts sope #bts suga #suga #bts jhope #bts fanfction #bts fic #bts #jun #jung hoseok #jr #jhope #nu’est #ren

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fallleaves4life-blog · 7 years ago

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First Special

(Cringy smut warning, hopefully I’ll get better eventually)

Christmas was in two days.

The company was hectic and busy, escorts running around and accompanying people to family dinners, office parties, and corporate events. It was such a draining season for the escorts. Yoongi had requested Christmas Eve and Christmas off and was granted the days to relax. He would be back at it the day after, so more running around to parties, eating hors-d'oeuvres and drinking champagne.

It was Christmas Eve Eve, and Yoongi was leaving his last appointment that ended two minutes ago. He checked the time on his phone, sighing in exhaustion at the late hour. Eleven thirty P.M, just thirty minutes from the official start of Christmas Eve. He let out a groan as he walked the street to the closest bus stop. He couldn't wait to go home and take a long ass nap.

His phone buzzed. He groaned and checked the notifications. Another text. He assumed it was another from his family asking if he was going to visit this year (it was always no), but it was Hoseok, a simple little "U up?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes a little, far too grumpy to be happy. I'm not having any more sex tonight, Jung, too exhausted.

I'm not asking for sex. Just wondering if you're up, and you are.

No need to be a smart ass. Yoongi grumbled softly to himself, dialing the number as he was tired of moving.

Hoseok picked up. "I wanted to know if you'd like to spend the night at my house."

Yoongi sighed and yawned a little. "No ulterior motives? I'm exhausted, Hoseok."

"No ulterior motives. Just wanted to see my baby during Christmas. You told me you requested the next two days off?"

Yoongi nodded and smiled softly, warmth bubbling in his heart. "Christmas with you? I don't know Jung, the price is pretty steep~" He didn't care about price anymore with Hoseok, it was always just a plus.

There was a deep chuckle. "I'll manage, don't worry about that. Come on over; you can find your way I assume?"

Yoongi nodded and hummed a little, getting onto the bus and feeling instantly warmer. "I'll be there. Get the cocoa ready."

"Homemade cocoa coming right up."

The mugs of cocoa stood on the nightstand now empty, a plate where cookies once laid, now only crumbs, next to them. He was in Hoseok's bed again, but this time, Yoongi wasn't naked. He was wearing a grey tank top and his favorite sleep shorts, and Hoseok was only in sweatpants. Only God knows what's under them. The television was playing a movie Yoongi hadn't heard of, Lies. When he'd asked Hoseok about it, he only said he held the only copy of the movie. Something about it being banned. He understood why not too long into the film.

Though it was a very sexual film, he and Hoseok didn't get aroused. It was straight, and weird, but also kind of funny. Yoongi had his head resting on Hoseok's chest, and the other's arm was around his body, drawing patterns in the fabric of his shirt. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he liked being this close to Hoseok. He was warm and solid, lean and slender, and he was able to make Yoongi feel small and cared for. It was something the elder didn't really want to let go of.

Hoseok's hand moved up to pet the other's hair, and Yoongi melted just a bit further into his touch. His legs were already tangled around the other's, and his arm was practically pinned behind the other's back. He was closer now than he'd been with any other client, even during sex.

Course, Hoseok was more than a client at this point.

"Baby?"

Hoseok's voice brought him out of his mind, and he looked up at the other. "Sorry, what is it?"

Hoseok smiled. "I asked if you wanted me to change the movie. You don't look very interested."

Yoongi shook his head and smiled. "I'm invested if they're gonna get together now, it's too late to change it."

Hoseok smiled and looked over at the wall, the clock now reading 12:06. He turned back to the other, a soft smile on his face. "Merry Christmas Eve, Yoongi."

Yoongi smiled and leaned upward, bending his back in an awkward way in order to meet Hoseok's soft lips, but he didn't care. Hoseok kissed him softly, holding his cheek in his right hand as his lefty guided Yoongi to straddle him. Yoongi pulled away, an eyebrow raised playfully but getting settled in his new spot. "I thought you said no ulterior motives."

Hoseok chuckled and kissed Yoongi again, soft and slow. "I did say that. Just because you're sitting in my lap doesn't mean I'm asking for permission. It just means I want you to be closer.." his words got softer as he leaned in, kissing Yoongi deeply. His tongue crept out to caress the other's, and Yoongi moaned softly into the kiss, resting his forearms on Hoseok's upper abdomen and chest to steady himself. A hand moved to the back of his head, holding him in place as they kissed, though Yoongi moved just enough to continue the kiss.

Hoseok broke the kiss, but not for long. He kissed softly down Yoongi's neck, the other arching into his touch in reflex. "H-Hoseok, I don't think I can do anymore.."

Hoseok pulled away and kissed Yoongi again, softly. "We aren't doing anything." Yoongi rolled his eyes at the wink he sent his way.

"I just mean.. if we keep kissing like this, I won't be able to stop, and I don't know if my body can handle anymore today."

Hoseok raised an eyebrow. "How much sex did you have today?"

Yoongi shook his head with a frown. "Today? I think three times, but I'm just-"

Hoseok nodded and kissed Yoongi again to shut him off. "Baby, you worry too much. We don't have to have sex if you don't want to."

Yoongi pouted slightly and splayed his hands across the other's chest. "I want to.. believe me I do. But I'm scared I'll be so burnt out when I wake up, I won't be able to move. And then our day will be stuck in the house and I kinda wanted to go do something with you..."

He felt he should be embarrassed by the words coming out of his mouth, but he wasn't. His first rela— connection in years, and he was becoming a natural at the whole real and honest thing.

Hoseok smiled a little at him, and he felt his cheeks warm. Okay, maybe he was a little embarrassed. "Baby, if you eat and go to sleep right after, we can spend the whole day together tomorrow."

"You just really want my ass right now, don't you, Jung?" He couldn't help the smile in his voice, but the smile vanished as Hoseok's hands slid down from his back to his ass. He had to bite his lip in order to keep his composure, but the smirk on the other's face almost tossed it out the window.

"I always want your ass, baby. And who wouldn't? You're the best in your company for a reason, and it's this ass. There's more to you, of course, but when the main photo on your profile is of your ass, that's what people are gonna click on."

The words made Yoongi's cheeks burn, but he felt embarrassed for another reason too: There was a gentle touch over his hole through his shorts. Then a drag. Yoongi had to let out a whimper at the slight pressure he felt.

Hoseok smirked a little and continued the movement, over and over again. "Ah, would you look at me? I'm persuading consent out of someone. Yoongi? You do want me to fuck you right?" The pressure increased and he arched, grinding slightly into Hoseok's lower abdomen. He could barely nod.

"Take off my sweatpants, Baby. Completely, this time. I don't want anything in the way. And your tank top too. The shorts...why don't you keep those on, hmm? They look wonderful against your skin."

Hoseok's voice was condescending and demanding, but Yoongi had come to terms with that months ago and now loved it. He moved around to slide Hoseok's pants down to his ankles and put them aside, keeping his eyes off the other's crotch. While facing away, he lifted his tank over his head and tossed it next to the sweatpants. He turned back around, and Hoseok whistled softly at him. "Merry Christmas to me."

Yoongi giggled softly, blush on his face and fading down his neck. He bent down, Hoseok meeting halfway, and kissed those soft heart shaped lips he enjoyed so much. The hands on his ass loosened as he moved his hips, panting into Hoseok's mouth.

A finger moved to push the short out of the way, but they remained on. He lifted up a little, but Hoseok shook his head. "Stay still. I'll take care of everything."

A whimper escaped the elder's lips. "Hoseok, you know what my-" He moaned loudly as Hoseok rubbed against his pucker, arching back and burrowing into the other's chest.

"I know what your job tells you to do.. but I'm not your client today, baby." The deep voice in his ear was just above a whisper, and he felt his body tremble in excitement. "I'll take care of you. You'll feel better than you have in years."

Yoongi let out a hot breath as Hoseok's finger pushed inside of him. The man's free arm wrapped around his waist to hold him close, so Yoongi was trapped for the time being with his arms locked beneath him. But he didn't want to move anyway.

Hoseok worked him until the other was panting heavily, inserting up to three fingers over the course of two minutes. He pulled out and heard Yoongi gulp. He smirked. "Aww, you're scared, aren't you, baby? Don't know what to do when you aren't in control?" There was a slight nod, and Hoseok kissed the top of his head. "Trust me, baby, I'll take care of you." Another nod, and Hoseok moved one hand down to lift Yoongi's bottom half, the other lining up himself. He set the other down on top of him, hissing as he slid inside.

Yoongi pressed his forehead into Hoseok's chest, whimpering loudly. He could feel his insides throb from the movement, but it felt so good. Hoseok's arms pinned him against his body again, and his hips began to move upwards as if he'd done it a thousand times.

Yoongi tried to keep it quiet, but god the way he was feeling was way too good to be legal. He moaned into Hoseok's skin, clenching his eyes shut until he saw stars. Hoseok's hand moved to spread his ass and he gasped loudly. "Hosoek.. god.."

He almost choked in surprise at the increase in aim and speed. He whined and reached down to help himself release, but Hoseok growled into his ear with a strained voice. "Don't you touch yourself, Yoongi. This is me taking care of you."

He nodded slightly, trying to move his hips to match Hoseok. He wanted the pressure in his stomach gone. He felt the knot in his stomach come undone, and he moaned so high it cracked as he came between himself and Hoseok.

The other stilled a little, but Yoongi clenched himself around Hoseok. "Keep going.." He wasn't sure what he expected, maybe Hoseok to protest, but the other returned to his fast pace immediately. It only took thirty to forty more seconds before Hoseok came inside of the elder, and it pushed Yoongi to come undone again.

They panted heavily, Yoongi more so. He tried to move off and get the softness out of his ass, but Hoseok held him in place, whispering in his ear softly with sleep lacing his words. "Stay, Baby.. I want you to stay right here.."

Yoongi giggled breathily, turning his head sideways to listen to Hoseok's fast heartbeat. "With your cock in my ass, Jung? How romantic."

The deep chuckle rumbled in the elder's ear, and he flushed from happiness. "It is romantic. You and me, tangled together after sex, not wanting to leave just yet even without the hormones running through my blood.”

"Yeah.. it is romantic. A little bit." Yoongi smiled and kissed the spot of chest closest to him. "What about in the morning when we've both got erections?"

Another rumble. "Then it'll be easy to take care of them. If I have another wet dream, it'll be easy to take care of too."

Yoongi blushed furiously. "You.. have wet dreams about me?"

He could feel the other nod. "Almost every night. You occupy my every thought."

Yoongi moved a little, but froze when he felt the movement in his ass. He didn't want Hoseok to see his face right now, so he curled down a little to hide. He had never had dreams since he was a child, but now he dreamt quite often. And whenever he did, it was always Hoseok. "Hoseok-ah?"

"Hmm?"

The words froze in his mouth, and he couldn't think of the right things to say. "Would you... I mean you don't have to.. but would you want to- want to would, ugh!" He slapped his face and burned at the other's soft chuckle. "I mean it's not allowed- not that any of this is allowed- but I mean- we could hide it- I-" He tried to take a deep breath, but it came out shaky. "Is it possible... you.. would want to be.. a special client of mine? Like.. a personal, more long-term temporary sort of client?”

Hoseok was silent for a few seconds and Yoongi felt as if he'd fucked everything up. "Are you asking if I could be your boyfriend?"

Yoongi shook his head, positive the temperature in his cheeks was a dead giveaway of how embarrassed he was. "We're.. not allowed to date clients... I.. I can't think of a loophole where we can be more special, because I feel we should be, but I don't think I can leave my job yet-"

"Yoongi." Hoseok cut him off, and the elder looked up in fear.

"Yes..?"

Hoseok had a soft smile on his face. "I'd love to be your personal Long-term temporary client."

Yoongi felt all of his anxiety melt away with the words. "I'm... sorry for acting so out of character.."

"Out of character? This is how you are, baby. Even I can tell that." He bent down and kissed him softly, pulling the elder up a little to slip himself out. "That was eventful, wasn't it? Why don't we rest up for tonight, baby?"

Yoongi smiled and burrowed himself into his new lover- god, that word was so funny. And why did it make his heart race so fast?

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First Anger

A week later, Yoongi was at the company preparing for a shoot. He was sitting in the makeup chair waiting for Minki. He was never late. So when he walked up to Yoongi ten minutes later with a frown on his lips, Yoongi had to ask. "What's wrong, Minki?"

The other sighed and started setting up his brushes and palettes. "It's Jun. He won't come out of his room, so Seungkwan called Mingyu, and then Mingyu called me, but we haven't been able to get him out."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself. Why would Jun do that? It's so unlike him.. something big must've happened-

Yoongi's eyes widened as he stood at the sudden thought. He could hear Minki ask what was wrong, but he turned away. He had to get to Jun's room immediately. The elevator didn't move fast enough, and he found himself pressing the button over and over again, foot tapping the ground repeatedly with reverberating sounds. It reached his floor, and he sprinted down the hall and around a bend to the door. Seungkwan was standing outside of it, looking defeated.

Yoongi walked up to him quickly. "I want to try."

"What's the point, he's not coming out-"

"Let me try!"

Seungkwan looked at Yoongi with wide eyes, stepping away from the door almost in fear, but Yoongi couldn't be bothered at the moment. He knocked on the door once. "Jun, let me in." Silence, and Yoongi took a deep breath. "Did he do something? Is that what's going on?"

There was shuffling, then the door opened. Jun pulled Yoongi inside and slammed the door shut to keep Seungkwan out. He hugged Yoongi closely, sobbing into his chest. The elder could only hold the other in the entryway as he sobbed.

They stood like that for a few minutes, but Yoongi's legs were about to give out, and he couldn't support Jun like that, so he moved over to the couch and set the other down. He sat next to him, but Jun seemed to finish the hug. His arms were wrapped self consciously around himself, and it made Yoongi's heart twist in agony, the realization hitting him like a bulldozer. This is what I was like.

He hesitantly rested a hand on the other's knee, wary of touching him too much. "Jun, you don't have to tell me what happened. But sometimes it can help to talk about it."

The other's breath was shaky, and he was clearly dehydrated. But he tried to speak, and his voice sounded weak and broken. "He-He.." Jun gulped a little and closed his eyes tightly. "He found out about my feelings... I don't even know how he did; he must've caught me on the cameras or something, but... God, Yoongi, it was so terrible!" He buried his face into his hands and sobbed a few more time, but there weren't any tears left to shed. "It was too painful, inside and out. All I wanted was for Minghao to come in and kill him. I wanted him dead, Yoongi, I wanted him dead and gone."

Yoongi nodded, too familiar with all the emotions Jun was currently feeling. "Have you told Minghao what happened?"

The younger shook his head in shame. "I haven't spoken to him. I can't look at him.. I feel disgusting, and dirty, and I just want to die, Yoongi, I can't.." Jun sobbed once more, the sound wrenching from deep inside his heart. “I can’t, I can’t...”

The elder watched him for a minute or so in silence before standing. "I'll get you some Gatorade, okay?" The boy nodded and Yoongi moved to the kitchen, where he knew Jun charged his phone. He opened the phone (because the password was Minghao's birthday, duh) and checked the hundreds of messages left by the young one's lover. Just reading them brought tears to his eyes. Minghao never got mad at the silence, just increasingly worried. He dialed the number, and the phone picked up before the first ring.

He heard Minghao speaking in frantic Chinese, but he interrupted him quickly, keeping quiet to not alert Jun. "Woah, Minghao, calm the Chinese. Not your lover."

Silence. "Yoongi, right? What's wrong with Jun, is he okay?" The Korean came through easily, but the worry was unmistakable.

"I'm not gonna lie, Minghao, he's not good. He's ashamed and scared and he's in a really bad place right now." Yoongi sighed into the phone, biting his lip. "I won't say what's going on, because I think Jun should be the one to tell you what happened. You should come and wait outside the company, I'll make sure he's outside by then. He needs you right now."

Minghao took a shaky breath, and Yoongi could hear the strain in his voice. "I'll be outside in five minutes." His voice hesitated. "..thank you."

Yoongi smiled softly and hung up. He grabbed the Gatorade and moved to sit beside Jun again, handing over the bottle and make sure he drank it all. "I know you don't want to, but we should get you outside." Jun looked up at Yoongi with fear in his eyes, but Yoongi smiled tiredly. "I mean it. It's scary and horrifying to show yourself to the world, but if you don't do it now, it'll be harder to later. Just like sex, right?" The younger gave a reluctant huff that sounded like a chuckle, but it was progress. "Come on, I'll go with you."

Jun smiled softly, if laced with fear, as he slowly unfolded himself from his fetal position. "Thank you, Yoongi.."

The elder smiled and threw a shirt at the other, laughing when it hit his face head-on. "Get dressed, boy, the world is sunny and bright!"

"You are aware it's snowing, right?"

"Drops of liquid sunshine!”

"It's frozen."

"Then it's drops of frozen sunshine, fucker."

Yoongi lead Jun down the building. They passed several people, and Jun seemed very anxious, but Yoongi tried to keep his mind distracted from the other people. He was never a very good conversationalist, so he ended up talking about penguin facts Mingyu has told him.

He ushered the Chinese one outside, but the boy froze. Minghao was standing outside his parked car, pacing slightly. It couldn't be from the cold, because he wasn't even wearing a jacket. His eyes met Jun's and he rushed forward, stumbling in the snow.

The younger moved backward, but Yoongi held his arm behind him to halt the movement. He turned to the elder, scared. "Yoongi, I-I can't face him! He's going to be so-"

"Worried, Jun. He's going to be worried about you and your health. He's going to take you in his arms and hold you and be there. He's not going to be upset at you. He's going to be supportive and loving and amazing, just as he is every other time. Trust him, Jun, and trust yourself." He gave Jun a gentle shove forward, and Minghao rushed in front of him.

He heard frantic Chinese coming out of the other's mouth, but the look on his face made the meaning clear. He walked back into the building before watching anymore; he felt it was a private moment he wasn't allowed to see. He did, however, manage to catch the look of fear on Jin’s face slowly melt into a mask of tearful joy through the window.

He checked the time on his phone, sighing once he realized he'd lost a lot of prep time before his appointment, which now started in ten minutes. But he wasn't focusing on that right now.

That damned bastard.

How dare he?

He felt angry enough to murder him.

He hadn't known Jun for very long, but the other felt like he was practically his younger brother. It was a special friendship he cherished, and that bastard ruined him. He pulled his phone out, dialing Hoseok's number from muscle memory.

The other picked up after a few rings, "Yes, Baby?"

He'd been calling him that since the sleepover, and it usually made him feel really happy. Somewhere in the back of his mind, it triggered something, but he wasn't interested at the moment. "It happened, Hoseok. The boss got to Jun."

Silence. "What happened?" His voice was suddenly serious, and Yoongi heard the clacking of a keyboard start in the background.

"All Jun would say is that the boss found out and he doesn't know how. But I just sent him off to Minghao, so he should be feeling better."

There was a soft chuckle on the other line, and only then did Yoongi realize most of his feelings of anger had vanished. Getting it off his chest helped, maybe? "You're a good friend, Yoongi."

Yoongi smiled softly to himself despite the situation. "I'm not a good friend, Jung. Just.. didn't want to see him suffer anymore. He was terrified that Minghao would think he was dirty or something... It was sad, Hoseok, and it was almost triggering." He walked through the doors again, seeing Jun, Minghao, and the car was gone. He smiled softly and began walking to the meeting place of his next appointment. "They're gone now, so I hope everything will get better for Jun. I wonder what he'll decide."

"Decide?"

"If he's going to continue being an escort or not. I honestly hope he doesn't."

He heard creaking through the phone, most likely an office chair leaning back. "Why's that? Won't you miss him?"

Yoongi let out a laugh. "I'd still be his friend. But I want him and Minghao to be happy. He'd have to leave the position in order for that to happen."

"Why not have him become a makeup artist like Minki? He could train him, and I know for a fact he already knows how to do his makeup."

Yoongi smiled softly, watching the snowflakes fall in front of his face. "That's a great idea, Jung, I'll send it down the grapevine."

There was a deep chuckle on the other end. "So are you coming over tonight? We can watch a movie if you just want to relax."

"You are aware my job description says I'm supposed to make the client happy, not the other way 'round."

"Who said I was a client? I won't pay you tonight if that's what you want. Tonight, I want it to just be about you."

A smile made its way onto Yoongi's lips. "Are you asking me on a date, Jung?"

A smile bled into the other's voice. "Of course. You're allowed to go on personal dates aren't you?"

Yoongi giggled and checked his schedule on his phone quickly. "I'll be free after eight. Can you cook something amazing for me?"

Hoseok scoffed loudly. "Please, I can and will cook whatever you want."

"Can you make that stew again? The one from that one day?"

A short silence then a soft voice. "I'll have everything ready. Any movie requests?"

Yoongi hummed a bit to himself as he thought, unconsciously skipping in the snow. "Since it's almost Christmas, how about something corny?"

"Anything specific? I can choose a million movies that were corny."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow and gave a mock huff. "If you know so many more movies, why don't you just pick? Pick something with a little sex too, please. Those are the best kinds of movies after all~!"

He heard the other laugh brightly, and he smiled. "Okay, baby, Fifty Shades of Gray it is."

"Ewww, no straight shit!"

In his laughter, he accidentally bumped into someone on the sidewalk, and he was about to apologize when he heard the other mutter "Fag" under his breath. He stopped in his place and bit his lip.

"Yoongi? What was that?" Hoseok sounded concerned, probably because he stopped talking suddenly, but there was a hint of anger in there.

Yoongi cleared his throat and started walking again, ignoring the thousands of pairs of eyes he suddenly felt aimed at him. "Uh- Nothing, Hoseok, I just accidentally bumped into someone. No biggie."

He tried to sound casual, but it was hard with how uncomfortable he felt. "Don't listen to them, baby. I could buy their whole family and them with a snap of my finger."

Yoongi felt the corners of his mouth turn up slightly. "And how does that help me?"

"Because you're mine."

Yoongi's breath stopped in his throat, and he felt his heart soar in his chest. "I- wow, Hoseok, don't say things like that.."

The deep rumbles on the other side of the phone made him flush a little. "I only speak the truth, Yoongi. So where should I pick you up for tonight?"

Yoongi was still speechless. He cleared his throat and shook his head a little. "I- uh- at the bus stop? I'll wait for you?"

"Sounds perfect. See you tonight, baby."

"See you."

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First Truth

They went on like that for forever, meeting whenever Yoongi had a free hour. Believe it or not, the escort had a way tighter schedule than the CEO could have ever dreamed. There were just so many requests with December rolling around. And the snow wasn't making traveling any easier. Just walking to the bus stop was a chore, so Yoongi stayed at Jun's apartment a few nights out of the week. They were actually really close, and Yoongi had gotten to know Jun's friends really well.

In fact, that night was a sleepover with the closest of Jun's and Yoongi's escort friends. Which weren't many, just a few each, but still enough to fill the living room of Jun's apartment.

Yoongi and Jun pushed all the furniture to the walls and laid blankets down, Seungkwan and Minki were out getting alcohol, Dokyeum and Sanha were in the kitchen making snacks, and Mingyu and Shin were unsuccessfully trying to sort out the movies to watch.

Seungkwan and Minki walked back into the apartment carrying three cases of soju, and everyone hollered in approval. He gave a mock bow. "Oh please, no autographs." Minki just laughed and shoved him.

"What about me?!" A pout formed on the youngest's face. "I'm not legal yet, remember?"

Dokyeom put an arm around Sanha's shoulders, his wide smile taking over his face. "Don't worry, I've taken care of that. We got orange juice for you!" The disgusted look on Sanha's face made everyone double over in laughter.

All the legal adults drank soju, and Sanha got away with sneaking a few shots into his orange juice as a makeshift mimosa. He got pretty drunk due to intolerance. They all watched Magic Mike 1 (and 2) purely for the pretty boys, and then someone (Mingyu) had the bright idea of watching straight porn. ("How can people get off to this!?!" "Why do a close up on that?!" "Stop showing it!!")

And then someone else (Seungkwan) suggested watching RuPaul's drag race. Minki had a field day, and it was hilarious to everyone else just to watch his reactions. ("Oh honey, STOP with the lashes!" "Turn it off before I climb through the screen and fix that wig myself!!" “Minki it’s just the style-“ “I don’t care about the style, I can’t stand the stupid mistakes— no honey, I know you did not just apply that little ass amount of lash glue! It’ll be hanging on a string!”)

It was two in the morning by then, and there was only half a case of soju left. Sanha had managed to sneak a whole bottle, but he was too drunk towards the end to be secretive any more. And the others were too drunk to care. By now, they were all laying on top of each other in a circle, past the dancing drunk stage and karaoke drunk stage.

Dokyeom, who was laying half on the couch, half off, turned over to Jun. "Truth or dare?”

"I don't remember agreeing to play this game?" Jun was too drunk to remember anything anyway, but he really hadn't agreed to anything. "But truth I suppose."

Dokyeom smirked at him, and the others snickered as well. "You're a chicken, huh? Fine: who's your favorite client?"

Before Jun could open his mouth, Minki was already speaking from his position across the circle. He was laying on his back, right leg propped onto a chair and left foot in Seungkwan's lap. "Oh please, I could tell you everyone's favorite in this circle, in the whole fucking company for that matter."

Everyone looked at him curiously, wondering if it was really true. But Yoongi knew better. "Go ahead Minki, expose them."

Minki smirked and pointed to Seungkwan. "Hansol Vernon Choi." Then, a point at Shin. "Chae Hyungwon." A point to Mingyu. "Jeon Wonwoo." Sanha. "Park Min Hyuk." Dokyeom. "Kwon Soonyoung." Jun. "Xu Minghao." He pointed at himself, seeming to forget he wasn't an escort anymore. "Kim Jonghyun." He looked around, trying to remember if he'd forgotten anyone, and spotted Yoongi. He nodded in his direction. "Jung Hoseok."

Everyone's faces were now burning red, the drunken flush amplified by 100% with blush from Minki's exposition.

Yoongi looked over his nails and cleared his throat, eyeing the boys in the circle with a smirk. "And since I've fucked almost all of your favorites, I can say with certainty that my Hoseok is the best."

Jun turned on him. "Hell no, Yoongi. Minghao is the best. He's a dancer, and his body is like the strongest ever."

"Please, my Minhyuk is the best dancer, so I'm sure he's better than your guy." Sanha got defensive pretty fast for such a young one.

"As if dancing is the only sure-fire way to find the best guy in bed. Guess what? My Hansol, he's a rapper. So he can give the best blowjobs. And kisses." That sassy comment came from Seungkwan, who was eyeing Sanha with a challenge.

The younger scoffed. "Minhyuk can rap too y'know, and he's better than some mediocre rapper like your man. My man can sing too."

He looked like he won the argument, but everyone just laughed at him. Mingyu turned to him with a smile. "Sanha, please. No one can rap better than my Wonwoo, okay? It's just not possible."

Dokyeom let out a howl of laughter, and Mingyu glared at him playfully. "What're you laughing at? He's the best."

The other shook his head, wiping fake tears from his eyes. "Just that you think your 'Wonwoo' could be anywhere near my Soonyoung."

"Oh, you mean the shortie that always occupies your time and ass to where you jerk yourself off at the thought of him?" Yoongi had forgotten that they were roommates. He wanted to chime in and say something about his face, but was enjoying the show too much.

"I hate to interupt, but have you seen Hyungwon's lips they're the best in the entire client list-"

Minki raised a hand with a shout. "Okay, everyone, this is a time where we gossip about our clients not say why they're the best. Either way, my Jonghyunnie wins every fight. But if you're all so curious as to who's the best, ask Yoongi. He's the one who said he's fucked all of them."

God, he'll have to kill Minki for that later.

Everyone's eyes were on him, and suddenly he felt really uncomfortable. He took another swig of soju, finishing his bottle in a gulp. He hoped with more alcohol he might feel looser. "First of all, in my opinion, Hoseok is the best out of all of my clients. He really knows how to memorize a body..." he caught himself before he went all daydreamy. "But out of all of yours... Soonyoung is small with a dick that compensates it, Minhyuk can move well in bed but only if there's background music playing." Dokyeom and Sanha flushed red with the true statements. "Hyungwon does have good lips but his shyness is annoying until he's comfortable with you." Shin smiled a bit to himself.

"Who else is there.." He counted on his fingers. "Wonwoo is quiet but not as quiet as Jonghyun, and he's very experienced. Hansol can be awkward around people who aren't his type, but that's why he likes having someone like Seungkwan who he can shut up." He smirked wide at the other escort's tomato face. "Did I hit the nail on the head for everyone?"

There were a few mumbles of agreement, but Jun look at him. "What about my Minghao?"

Yoongi tried to recall, but he couldn't remember anything. "I don't think I've ever had an appointment with Minghao. But from experience, I can say he probably speaks Chinese in bed so he needs someone Chinese to be with him. Probably comes while saying I love you in Shanyang?”

Jun's cheeks flushed red, but not from embarrassment. He eyed Yoongi suspiciously. "And what about your boy? Jung Hoseok?"

Yoongi smiled a bit to himself, and there were Ooohs coming from all directions. "I mean.. he knows my body so well... and his hands are so gentle, but when they're allowed something they want, they get it with no hesitation. Not to mention his hands are huge and can wrap halfway around my thigh..." he pulled a pillow up to his chest and buried his face into it. "He's so sweet but damn I really think he's my all-time favorite. He knows how to move.”

He could feel the smirks facing his direction, but he couldn't care currently. "Does he have any kinks or is he vanilla?"

Yoongi lifted his head and raised an eyebrow at Sanha. "You innocent child, why would you think about that?" Everyone fell over laughing at that, the mood restored. "He's pretty vanilla as far as I'm aware. Has a big kink for begging, and I've discovered I don't mind providing. I've made more money in the past month and a half from him alone than in the past year."

Everyone's mouth dropped, including Minki's. "But you haven't had nearly that many appointments with him!"

Yoongi gave a shy smile, and everyone gasped. "Gi, what the fuck? You're seeing someone outside of appointments?" That was Seungkwan.

He nodded. "Not very often, just whenever I'm available. But he always pays me handsomely. It's.. fun. I love having sex with Hoseok, it's the best I've ever had." His voice trailed off softly a few times, and there were Awws all around him.

"Besides, don't pretend none of you feel a special connection with your faves! I see how some of you act with them. I watched it with Minki, and I know how to spot it."

Jun nodded a little. "He's right. This boy knows some shit. He spotted my feelings for Minghao in like that!" He snapped his fingers for dramatic effect.

"Yeah, that and Minghao was fucking you when I called to apologize." Yoongi snorted and Dokyeom howled with laughter.

Jun giggled. "Says the one who was in Hoseok's bedroom."

Yoongi's face paled a little. "How did you know that! I wasn't getting fucked!"

"I heard Hoseok walk in! I have good hearing, unlike you, grandpa."

"You little-"

Yoongi tackled Jun on the couch and tickled him mercilessly, not stopping until he begged for mercy as everyone watched and laughed. They all fell asleep minutes later, too tired to stay awake much longer.

When Yoongi woke up, only Jun and Mingyu remained asleep. Everyone else left already due to schedules or something else, he didn't really care either way. He was too tired. He buried his face into his pillow, wanting to catch a few more hours of sleep.

Apparently, the universe had other plans.

His phone buzzed through his pillow, disrupting the silence. He ignored it, but then it buzzed again. He groaned and pulled it out, his muscles not wanting to stretch and the bones in his back cracking in protest. Clicking the button to unlock his phone, he squinted at the bright screen and adjusted the brightness. Two new texts from-

Hoseok <3

Suddenly Yoongi was awake. He turned onto his stomach and propped his body up on his elbows in the pillow. He clicked the messaging app and hovered his thumb over his contact, the blue dot staring him in the face with the words Attatchment: 1 image.

If this was another dick pic, Yoongi's morning wood was going to be a full-blown erection in no time. His thumb tapped the conversation, and what would ya know? It was. Above were the words "What're you up to, Yoongi?"

You couldn't see Hoseok's face in the photo, but you could see the bed sheets around him. He was still in bed and was obviously completely naked. He looked at the photo and bit his lip, feeling the bubbling in his abdomen that he'd come all too familiar with. He checked over his shoulder at the other two, but they were both completely knocked out.

He typed out a message. Still in bed. Am I supposed to send a photo too?

The reply was immediate. You know I'd prefer to see you in person.

Not happening Jung, I'm busy.

Damn. Then I guess I'll have to settle with a photo.

Yoongi bit his lip, face flushing softly as he turned onto his back. He lifted the loose tank he wore to his chin, exposing his body from his neckline down to the edge of his black shorts. He wore the thin shorts every night to keep cool, but now he felt overly exposed showing it to Hoseok. Which was stupid, considering everything. He snapped the photo and sent it to the other.

It was a couple of minutes before the reply came, and it made his body feel very hot. That's all? What else can you share?

He fumbled a little for words. Well.. what would you like to see?

You know what I'd like to see, baby. I'm happy with your body, but I'd like to see what else I've done.

The word flashed in front of Yoongi's eyes. Baby. Hoseok had only called him that once before, and it was during the pillow talk he was always so good at. Jung, watch your mouth..

What?

You don't call me "baby", Jung.

I do now. Show me what I want to see, baby.

Yoongi's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and a little something else. He pulled his underwear down until he was exposed enough, the waistband just catching and pushing up, and snapped a photo quickly, sending it before he could overthink the angles. Or lack thereof. He fixed his shorts and shirt quickly and covered himself with the blanket again, too embarrassed that his friends were only a foot away. His phone buzzed in his hand.

Perfect.

He covered his eyes and bit down on his lip to control any sounds that may come out. What do you mean by that?

You're hard like me, baby. That's perfect.

Yoongi pressed his legs together, trying to help the pressure in his stomach and groin. Are you jerking yourself off?

So unromantic of you to ask, but yes. I can't have sex with anyone that's not you, y'know. It would be disappointing, like trying to eat generic brand food after eating gourmet for years.

Yoongi giggled to himself and typed out his message. I'm sorry I can't be there for you right now.

Me too. Make it up to me later.

It wasn't a request, so Yoongi checked his schedule and saw he was free after ten. If you can survive another few hours?

For you, always.

Another image and Yoongi clicked on it. It was another dick pic, but it was flaccid with semen visible on Hoseok's stomach. His hand was in the picture this time, and Yoongi turned over onto his stomach again to hide his face in the pillow at how big his hand was. He pushed his crotch forward into the blanket beneath him in a pathetic hump, feeling tense at the pressure. He continued until he soiled his black shorts. Ruined at least until he washed them again. Another reason they were his favorites.

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First Text

(Warning for cringy smut, I’ll get better hopefully soon)

A few days later he got a text from Hoseok.

It was the Thursday after his brunch meeting with Hoseok, and Yoongi was overloaded with events and appointments. He had a three-hour break that day though, so he was at his apartment drinking Gatorade and eating a sandwich. Hoseok kept bothering him to eat, so he did. They texted almost constantly, except if they had meetings, about the most random shit. It wasn't the fact that it was a text that was weird, but what the text was.

This text was a booty call.

Like a full-blown dick pic accompanied by the plain message "Come Over."

Normally, Yoongi wouldn't have listened to it, he would've thought "oh hell no, no bastard tells me what to do." But.. he wasn't the normal Yoongi when it came to Hoseok. It was quite the opposite actually. His body felt hot, and he really wanted to be there right now.

Are you at your house?

The reply was almost instantaneous. No, office.

Address?

Online.

Yoongi rolled his eyes at that, but the short replies meant...

He slapped himself and looked up the address of Hoseok's office building while getting dressed in a more presentable outfit other than his sweats and a baggy T-shirt. But he didn't have many fancy clothes, and he didn't really have time to waste. So he said fuck it and wore black ripped skinny jeans and a loose dark gray tank top. He decorated his wrists with his favorite colorful bracelets and swung his bag over his shoulder, and was out the door less than five minutes after getting the text.

As he walked into the richer part of downtown Seoul, many people recognized him and eyed him up and down. Some whistled at him, others harassed him. He wished he’d grabbed his earbuds in his rush. When he walked into Hoseok's building, security stopped him in the lobby with a shove. "Get lost, people like you can't be in here."

Yoongi huffed and looked at the guard. "I'm here to see Jung Hoseok, so please move."

He tried to push past the man, but he shoved him back a few paces. Now people were watching. Great. "You can't be in here."

Yoongi glared a little at the guard and pulled his phone out, holding it up to his ear. "Yeah, Jung, give me clearance to get in because this oaf of a guard won't let me through." A pause accompanied by inaudible ramblings on the other side of the phone. "His name?" He looked at the guard's name tag. "His tag says Dickhead- I mean, Richard." He smirked at the guard and hung up.

Seconds later, the walkie-talkie on his belt buzzed with an order to let him through. Yoongi passed him with a wink and moved straight to the elevators, ignoring the stares he knew he was getting but making sure to move his hips just a touch more.

He wasn't entirely sure what floor Hoseok's office was on, but he could only assume it was the top floor, like in every movie ever. And the building was so tall, it took two minutes or so to finally arrive. Then there was the secretary.

Yoongi was very annoyed at all these security measures. He walked up to the desk and smiled at the girl who was wearing a slip dress that was so not appropriate for work. "Hello, I'm here to see Mr. Jung."

She lifted her eyes off her computer screen and looked Yoongi up and down. "You don't have an appointment." She had one of those fake smiles on her face, but she was terrible at hiding her smirk.

His pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance,"Do I need to call him every time I need to get past these idiots?" Yoongi cocked his head at the woman, the smile dropping off her face. "Why don't you buzz him and tell him Min Yoongi is here, you bitch?"

She scoffed and pressed a button on the communications console on her desk. "Mr. Jung, someone named Min Yoongi is here to see you." She smiled at Yoongi triumphantly as she spoke, thinking she knew how this was going to end.

There was a crackle from the console, then Hoseok's voice. "Let him in, Mina."

The smile fell off her face quickly, and she blubbered silently for a second or two before clicking another button. A click sounded as the office door unlocked, so Yoongi let himself in with a wave at the girl.

Hoseok was sitting at his desk, typing busily. He looked up when Yoongi walked in and smiled almost seductively. "Lock the door behind you, I don't want to be interrupted."

Yoongi smiled and did as was asked before walking up to the desk. "Your secretary is a slut, Jung. You should be careful around her."

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry about it." The smile on his face brought one to Yoongi's. "I hope you weren't busy when you got my text."

He shook his head and sat on the desk edge, curiously eying Hoseok's computer screen even though he didn't understand what it was talking about. "I have the next hour and a half before I have to get to the company. I have to accompany some hotshot model or something to an event." He waved his hand, dismissing it, and Hoseok's hand moved to rest on his thigh. "Back to Mina the Slut back there, you haven't slept with her, right?"

Hoseok raised an eyebrow at the question. "Why do you ask?"

The escort moved his shoulders up in a shrug, looking out the window now to enjoy the view of Seoul. It could rival that of Beijing's. "If you had recently then her actions are understandable. If not, she's pathetic. Well, more so.”

The other's laugh made Yoongi's heart race. "I slept with her when she first became my secretary. Late night, a little whiskey, not a good idea. She hasn't given up yet though."

Yoongi moved his eyes to meet Hoseok's, forgetting that the other could hold his gaze like that. Had it always been this intense? He couldn't remember suddenly. "Well... I just wanted to make sure.." He hated how unconfident his voice was now.

The hand on his thigh moved up, a little closer to his crotch, and moved just so his finger was between his legs. There was a slight pressure on the skin, and Yoongi shuddered. "You're jealous, Yoongi, aren't you?"

Yoongi shook his head, his eyes fluttering as he tried to keep his composure. Hoseok's hand was squeezing his thigh now, and god, had his hands always been that big? Or had his thighs always been that small?

Hoseok stood from his desk chair and pulled the escort sideways across the desk to be directly in front of him, and Yoongi could see the smirk on his face as he pushed his legs apart. "You are, though. You looked so upset when I said I slept with her. Your eyes got so sad.." His lips brushed the other's cheek, and Yoongi turned his head to provide better access. "Don't worry. Out of everyone I've slept with, I've chosen you as my favorite. I told you why, don't you remember?"

Yoongi did remember, and he felt his face get hot at the embarrassing memory. That and Hoseok's hands had made their way under his tank top. "H-Hosoek, your secretary.."

"She won't hear, the walls are soundproofed for meetings. Be as loud as you want." Yoongi whined softly at the unnaturally hot hands pressing against his stomach. One moved down to hold his hip, but the other reached his chest. Hoseok was kissing his neck, if you could call it kissing with how much tongue was involved, and the Yoongi was panting, out of breath immediately. A finger touched his nipple, and he whimpered into the other's ear.

He moved his legs around Hoseok's waist, pulling him forward and feeling the bulge against his crotch. "Hoseok~ give~" He felt Hoseok smirk against his neck, and he moved away just enough for Yoongi to unbuckle the other's jeans.

He realized he actually kind of liked begging.

Yoongi pushed himself off the desk and crouched on the ground, pulling Hoseok's underwear and pants down just enough to expose him, and that's all it took before Yoongi began to take care of the other. "After this can you fuck me? Please?" Even with his mouth full, he managed to get out the question, and when Hoseok nodded, he felt revitalized to do a good job.

It didn't take much honestly. Hoseok was already pushed to the edge enough. But even after he came, he was still hard. Yoongi was too happy nuzzling his crotch to notice immediately. Hoseok guided him to stand, cupped his face, and kissed him. God, it made his heart beat in his chest like a jackhammer.

He felt his body be pushed back onto the desk, the other bending over him to kiss him. His kisses were always so wet and demanding, but they were hardly ever as lustful as this one was. This kiss was on some serious drugs. Yoongi's head felt like it would explode as Hoseok's hands lifted his shirt to his chest and pulled his skinnies down.

He whimpered when he felt subtle touches on his inner thigh. "Hoseok.." The kissing moved down his neck and skipped over the fabric of his shirt to his nipple, sucking on the bud infuriatingly softly. "Not there.. Please Hoseok, not there." He bucked his hip up into the other's crotch in a pathetic hump of desperation. He wasn't acting like his normal self at all, but he couldn't bring himself to care at the current moment.

Suddenly there was a push, and Yoongi had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. Hoseok's hips moved with lust and determination, but the movement of his hands on his stomach and mouth on his nipple was gentle and soft. It was almost giving him whiplash. With each thrust, Yoongi let out a high pitched moan to match Hoseok's small groans.

Then, the mouth was gone, leaving his small bud red. A hand was gone from his stomach and Yoongi's leg was brought up to rest on Hoseok's shoulder. It did wonders, surprisingly. Hoseok was kissing and sucking the inside of Yoongi's thigh, and he'd managed to find a better angle to thrust. The position was almost embarrassing, but it didn't matter to Yoongi as long as it felt good, and it did. So very good.

Hoseok came a few minutes later, Yoongi following a millisecond after. They both panted, Yoongi more so. Hoseok pulled out and fixed his pants and belt, looking almost as put together as he'd been when Yoongi had arrived, save a new sweat dampening his hair. Yoongi, on the other hand, was a mess. He panted heavily on the desk, his shirt and pants wrinkled and body covered in sweat. He felt slightly guilty about the desk as semen leaked out of his ass, but if Hoseok hadn't anticipated it, it was his fault.

He still hadn't caught his breath, but he forced himself to sit up. Hoseok was still standing there between his legs. A hand held his cheek, and soft lips brushed his own. "You don't have to move yet, I can tell you're tired."

Yoongi smiled softly and kissed Hoseok quickly, knowing not to get too carried away. "I feel a little bad about your poor desk, it didn't ask for this abuse."

Hoseok smiled and tucked a trend of hair behind Yoongi's ear. "You're adorable, but don't worry about the desk. It's seen much worse."

Yoongi's stomach churned a little at those words, and his smile dimmed. "Worse how?"

The other noticed the change and playfully raised an eyebrow. "You are a jealous type, aren't you?"

Yoongi huffed and turned away, trying to look in-dignified but not succeeding due to his now burning cheeks. His voice wouldn't even rise above a mumble, "You call me jealous? Don't you know my job?" How embarrassing.

"Just because you're an escort doesn't mean you can't feel jealous."

"Yeah, It means I shouldn't." Yoongi pulled his tank top fully into its correct place and slid off the desk, taking a while to do his pants just to have something to do with his hands.

"I haven't slept with anyone since we started sleeping together, y'know." Yoongi looked sideways at the other, unsure whether or not to believe him, but the reassuring smile on his face had him relaxing. "It's only been you."

He nodded, feeling a bit happier for a reason he couldn't identify. Hoseok said goodbye in the office with a kiss and showed him the way out. He literally walked through the lobby to bid Yoongi farewell, and he felt really happy to see the effort. To tell you the truth, he was happier with all the shocked looks he received.

Only when Yoongi was a block away, when the adrenaline and sex-high wore off, did he realize what had really happened. He physically stopped in his tracks. His words echoed in his mind where he tried to decipher if he'd actually said them. Embarrassment flooded his body, because why did I say those things goddamnit?!

He knew from experience that that wasn't how he had sex with a client. But Hoseok hadn't even paid him this time-

He patted each of his pockets, feeling a bulge in the back left pocket and groaning out loud. But he hadn't been aware, so he didn't do it for the money.

So that could only mean that right then had been 100% Yoongi. And it scared him.

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First Hammer

<part 1> <part 2> <part 3> <part 4> <part 5> <part 6> <part 7> <part 8> <part 9> <part 10> The next day, Yoongi got to the company an hour early again. He'd been good about arriving on time this past week, to the point he started panicking when he was only twenty minutes early. It was good conditioning, but it didn't sound very pleasant in those words.

Minki was doing his makeup as per usual, but he seemed distracted. "Minki, is something wrong?"

The artist sighed, blending the contour out. "Just a visit from an old client."

Yoongi frowned. "Is he messing with you? If he is, I'll kill him for you." The other smiled, and Yoongi smiled back. "I'm serious though, send Jonghyun on him."

Minki shook his head and styled the escort's hair, keeping in mind the casual event. "On another note, guess what I found out. You and Jun are having the same brunch meeting today."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, the name ringing a bell but not registering a face. "Come again?"

"Junhui, the guy who's registered under Chinese fetish? He has a brunch meeting today with the exact same qualifications. You should walk to the meeting place together."

The name clicked, and he gasped. "Wait, the one who was, like, best friends with Luhan before he left?" A nod from Minki left him with wide eyes. "Wow. That's weird... I know like nothing about him." He laughed a little and the artist finished his makeup.

"Anywhore, walk with him to the cafe. You could get to know him and shit; you may have lots in common!"

Yoongi snickered at the other. "You sound like a mother, y'know. Practicing?"

Minki practically threw him out of the styling department with a tomato face.

Junhui lived in the residential apartments at the top of the building. He had to because of some landlord who apparently evicted him after his girlfriend found out he'd scheduled an appointment. It may not have been his fault, but with the eviction, he couldn't find an apartment. Yoongi asked around and was told Junhui lived in room 307, so that's where he knocked a few minutes later.

Junhui opened the door and raised an eyebrow at the other. "Who are you, exactly?"

"Someone you obviously don't know is your senior." Yoongi snorted at the flush rising on the man's face. "Ignoring that, Minki said our appointments were for the same meeting and we should walk together." The other nodded and held the door open, inviting Yoongi inside and shutting it once he was.

Yoongi had been in some of the apartments before, but they'd always felt small. This one was actually kind of decent. Open floor plan, nice furniture, and the kitchen looked updated. Maybe they got better as you got to the higher levels. But the other looked uncomfortable.

"Do you want me to leave, Junhui? We should get going soon either way.." He said as he looked at the clock on the wall.

The other shook his head, smiling slightly. "That clock is a few minutes fast, don't worry. And just call me, Jun. Don't feel bad you mispronounced my name; almost everyone I know here can't pronounce my name right." He started moving around the living room and picking up different pieces of clothing.

Yoongi smiled and eyed the place again, noticing the beautiful street view. "How is your room so much better than the others? Got a trick up your sleeve?"

"Just a rich boyfriend and a.. special relationship with the boss." He winked dramatically and deposited the clothes in a dirty clothes bin. "He favors me. To be honest, I think he's got some kind of Chinese fetish."

Yoongi fake shuddered and smiled. "Yeah, no, he's pretty messed up, I wouldn't be surprised."

The left the building giggling over the dumbest things. Minki was right, they did have a lot in common. Apparently, Jun was from a company division in China before he transferred here to be in a more closed off, special category of escort. It's kind of weird that there was a Chinese fetish at a Korean based company. According to the other, there was a Korean division at the one in China.

It was a fairly long walk to the cafe, and Yoongi felt thankful to Bam for styling them in their loose button-ups. Even though it was windy, the sun was out and glaring at everyone. Combined with the walking, the wind was the only thing keeping them from sweating.

By the time they arrived at the cafe, the two escorts were play-fighting over their answers in Fuck, Marry, Kill (Jun chose to kill Justin Timberlake, and Yoongi was not having it). They were on time, but their clients were already waiting. Jin ran ahead and practically tackled the man next to Hoseok, while Yoongi just walked up next to him.

Jun smiled at Yoongi. "This is the man I told you about, Gi: Xu Minghao." Yoongi smiled and nodded at the man, receiving a small smile in return. Jun was just a tad taller, but much skinnier and leaner. Not to say the man was buff, just buffer than Jun.

"You were right, he is cute. He obviously makes you happy considering the way you're clinging to him like a spider monkey." Yoongi cackled softly at the flush rising on Jun's face. He leaned in a little and whispered in his ear something the other two couldn't hear, but the way Jun hit him afterward with a red face, they could only assume it was dirty.

Hoseok and Minghao discussed business, and Jun and Yoongi spent more time talking and getting to know each other. They were on opposite sides of the table, sitting next to their clients and obviously acting how they're supposed to, but Yoongi could see the look in Jun's eye whenever Minghao touched him. They lit up, and the smile on his face was always warm. Minghao's was too. His hand never rested on the other one's thigh like Hoseok's did. It only stayed on his shoulder, holding the other one close.

It wasn't fake.

But he supposed his relationship with Hoseok wasn't entirely fake either.

After the meal, Yoongi called Jun aside to talk to him about it. "Jun, you like him don't you?"

"What do you mean, Gi?" His confused tone of voice meant Jun clearly didn't have any idea what was going on.

"You like Minghao. Like, like like him."

Jun's face paled a little and he cleared his throat, hands clasping behind his back. "I don't know what you're talking about, Yoongi." Ooh, a drop of the nickname. I'm right.

Yoongi smiled softly. "C'mon, Jun, I see the way you look at him.. and the way he looks at you." Jun looked away, another flush rising on his cheeks. "I can see things like that. But I won't tell anyone as long as you keep careful."

"What do you mean?" His eyes looked scared and his voice shook, but his posture didn't change. Practice.

Yoongi nodded towards Hoseok, Jun's eyes following the movement. "On my first meeting with him, I slept afterward and I left late. I got in big trouble with the boss. I don't want you to, too. So be careful and don't let anyone else know. Does anyone else know?" Jun paused then slowly nodded, and Yoongi's heart fell. "Who did you tell?"

Jun was silent for a while. Minghao looked in their direction with a worried expression, probably wondering why Jun looked so distraught, but when he gave him a small smile, he returned to the conversation with Hoseok. It seemed to give him the last push as he faced Yoongi again. "Boo Seungkwan." The elder raised an eyebrow, not recognizing the name again, although it sounded familiar just as Jun's had just a few hours ago. "He's at our company too, just a room over from me. He's always with that CEO Hansol; he's his favorite client. But.. Boo caught Minghao leaving my room, and I couldn't really deny it..."

Yoongi was in so much shock he almost slapped the other. "You sleep with him, in your company apartment? Right under the boss's office?!" Hoseok and Minghao turned around again, but Yoongi only quieted his voice slightly. "Jun, that's about as risky as you can get! You cannot do that anymore!"

"I'm sorry, but could you please stop yelling at him?"

Yoongi turned and glared at Minghao, feeling anger bubbling in his stomach. "You- You cannot sneak into his room anymore unless you want him hurt!"

Minghao looked mad enough to kill. "Is that a threat?" He pulled Jun close to him, protectively, oh but if only he knew..

Hoseok's hand was on his should, and most of his anger evaporated. Most. "Not a threat from me. You won't do it again unless you want him raped like me." He only caught a glimpse of Minghao's shocked face and Jun's tears as he turned and walked away, Hoseok following him at a few paces behind.

It felt like they always ended up having sex. Always on Hoseok's bed too. That was Yoongi's favorite place to have sex, he decided. The silk sheets felt so cool on his burning skin, and the comforter was fluffy and light. He loved the sex with Hoseok either way, but his bedroom made it all the more magical.

Sex? Magical? He laughed at himself. When did I get so corny?

They had finished not too long ago, but Yoongi hadn't gotten up. He loved Hoseok's bed. He curled up into the sheets and exhaled happily. Hoseok went to make food for him, even though they just ate. He was really concerned with Yoongi's health for some weird reason, and since he hadn't eaten much the past week, he was adamant about making Yoongi eat.

Kind of cute, but Yoongi was a tad concerned he'd get fat.

He'd also kind of hoped that Hoseok would have laid with him like last time.

Yoongi giggled into the pillow and slapped himself playfully. What was going on inside his mind? It was filled with thoughts of Hoseok's hands and arms and hair and smile and-

He stopped before he could get carried away. At times like this, he felt guilty he was so happy to be with Hoseok if for only an hour or so. But right now, his happiness was so far above his guilt, he couldn't feel it. Maybe it was because of their conversation yesterday, but he felt so much happier to be with Him.

Okay, that morning he'd been distracted. Actually, he felt like shit for doing that to Jun. he should've kept his nose out. His phone was on the nightstand (because for once, they weren't in a huge rush to get each other's clothes off), so he reached over and clicked on the new contact added an hour ago: Junhui~

Yoongi dialed the number, and it rang a few times. For a long time actually, he was worried he wouldn't pick up. But it stopped just before the last ring ended, and when Jun spoke, he sounded out of breath. "Yoongi! I'm so sorry for this morning! And for how Minghao acted, and he feels like shit! Like, huge shit and he's really sorry, but he's too proud to tell you, so I'm apologizing for him, but he does mean it, I promise-"

"Jun, please calm down!" He laughed into the phone, and he heard soft giggles coming from the other side. "I didn't want to have to say it, but I got really scared for you when you told me about what you were doing. You're not back at your apartment, are you? Don't be shocked, because I can totally tell Minghao is with you and you're fucking."

There was a sound of protest on the other end, but then a laugh that definitely wasn't Jun's. "Creepy! Anyway, no, we're at Ming's house. He won't be coming back to my apartment. I promise, Hyung!"

The sudden honorific made Yoongi laugh. He heard Hoseok walking into the bedroom, but he wasn't finished talking. "You don't have to call me Hyung, no one does."

"But you're, like, way older than me!"

Yoongi laughed again, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Hoseok smiled. He felt a hand in his hair and smiled at the other. "Hey, only by five years. It's not that bad. I'm older than your boyfriend, too, y'know." A gasp from the other was expected but not that kind of gasp. He laughed. "Oh, okay Minghao, I see how it is. Want your bottom back? Take him." He hung up with a laugh, head falling into Hoseok's chest, which was easy since he was sitting on the bed and the other was standing.

He looked up at Hoseok through his bangs, smiling at the fingers moving through his hair. "Something you wanna ask, Jung?"

A nod, and a smile. "Food is done. Ready to eat, Yoongi?"

There was a flutter in his chest as he nodded, and he felt almost nauseated when he turned his head to kiss Hoseok's pectoral. It was so scary, yet exhilarating. It made Yoongi want to spend the rest of his life in that moment. If you asked him, he'd say you were crazy. But he'd know you were right.

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First Breakdown

Yoongi had another wet dream. Another Hoseok wet dream. And it was.. hot. He was hard when he woke up, painfully so. Just thinking about it sent an aggravating throb through his crotch. There wasn't even a pretense to the dream either, and it wasn't a memory. They did.. things.. things they hadn't done in the physical, but things Yoongi supposed he wouldn't mind doing.

When he opened his eyes, however, he didn't recognize the room. It was large, narrow, with a large window across one wall with open blinds sending streaks of light across the huge California King size bed he was on. This was something he recognized: Hoseok's bed.

And it was morning.

Panic settled inside his stomach. He was going to be in so much shit. Yoongi sat up, looking around to see his clothes on the floor. He looked at himself. Naked. Great. Memories from last night moved into his mind, and suddenly he was thankful he'd asked for this day off. But he wasn't tired anymore. He crawled across the bed to get to his pants and pulled his phone out, reading the time at a good 2:34 in the afternoon. Another great.

He looked around, half sad that Hoseok wasn't there. The bed next to him was cold, but he wasn't sure why he was sad. There was noise coming from the en-suite, so he must be in there. Yoongi stood from the bed and approached the door, pressing his ear against the wood and freezing. Either he was hallucinating, or that was moaning on the other side of the door.

Carefully, he turned the door handle and opened the door to a steamy room. "Hoseok?" The sounds stopped, and the glass shower door slid open, Hoseok's head popping forward even though when the door opened his whole body was exposed.

"Oh, you're awake? I'll be out in a minute." He slid the door shut, but Yoongi didn't leave the room. He stood forward and closed the bathroom door behind him. He walked across the bathroom, looking at everything. The wall length mirror was slightly fogged up, but no less breathtaking. The marble countertops were gorgeous with very few products on top. A stand-alone jacuzzi tub at the side opposite the countertops, and the shower at the end. The glass was translucent and marble, but he could still see Hoseok through it. And Hoseok could probably see him.

He slid the door open, Hoseok eyeing him curiously. "Do you need help with something?" Yoongi couldn't help but smile as he asked, looking at the other with a knowing look.

Hoseok chuckled and reached forward, stroking Yoongi's cheek. "Why do I get the feeling you know my answer?"

Yoongi smiled and stepped into the shower in front of Hoseok, sliding the door shut behind him. "Why do I get the feeling you already knew that?" He adjusted the shower settings from cold to warm and giggled. "Why were you jerking yourself off as you took a cold shower? I don't think that's how it works."

Hoseok smiled softly and held the other's face between his hands. "You heard me?"

Yoongi giggled again, feeling extremely childish suddenly. "Not to be rude, but you're pretty fucking loud when you're getting off."

Hoseok laughed loudly and kissed Yoongi's forehead. "Please stop looking so cute and having such vile things coming out of your mouth at the same time."

Yoongi giggled again and kissed Hoseok's cheek. "Can I help, already?" A nod from the taller was all he needed to crouch down onto his knees. Gingerly, he gripped Hoseok between his hands and slowly began drag his tongue along the length. Any other time, he would've just sucked, but he was already on a selfish streak, so why end it now?

Hoseok seemed to be enjoying it either way.

It only took a few minutes before Hoseok came, and Yoongi swallowed it out of habit, licking up the rest with kitten licks. Hoseok smiled down at him and helped him stand. Then he washed Yoongi's hair, and Yoongi washed his. It was fun, joking around and making out in the shower. It was nice. Hoseok got out first to get Yoongi a towel, and it was a fluffy one at that.

Hoseok left to go make breakfast, and Yoongi was left to his own devices.

He got dressed and responded to texts he'd received in the past 12 hours. It wasn't until then that he was hit with what he was doing. What was he doing? Why was he spending the night at a clients house, showering with him, eating his breakfast, providing services without payment.. why was he feeling so good about it? Why was it only Hoseok?

Is there a term for a friend you fuck? Hoseok was so kind, but they knew less than jack shit about each other. They weren't friends, they weren't even acquaintances. So why was Hoseok so nice in the first place? Why was this so fucking confusing..

Yoongi could feel his face getting progressively hotter as the thoughts mulled around in his head, and he could feel tears pinprick behind his eyes. He allowed his body to drop to the floor, his head too stuffed to notice anything else. His brain was filled to the brim with his confusion and self-hatred for feeling it in the first place, and it was making him dizzy.

He couldn't register Hoseok running towards him or calling his name. He couldn't feel his body being shaken, just the pain it caused inside his skull. And he certainly couldn't feel his body being carried to the bed. He felt like he was aware everything that was happening, but his mind had shut down after a major glitch.

Yoongi came to a few minutes later. There was a cold rag on his forehead, and a weight on the bed next to his body. His body felt ten times more exhausted. He opened his eyes, and the room was darker. The blinds had been drawn, but it did little to soothe his headache.

"Yoongi, are you okay?" Hoseok turned the other's face towards him, and the escort met his eyes. The rich man was dressed now, thankfully, but his face was a mask of worry.

Yoongi tried to nod, but winced. "Fine... I'm fine." Hoseok helped him sit up on the bed, setting up a pillow behind him to lean on. "I swear I'm fine, Jung."

"Have you been eating recently?"

Yoongi shook his head, too groggy to pretend any longer. "Busy schedule. Going from appointment to appointment, no breaks." Hoseok's eyes furrowed in worry, and the escort rolled his eyes. "Jung, don't do that. It's annoying."

"Do what?"

"Don't act like that, like you're worried when you have no reason to be." Hoseok was about to defend himself, but Yoongi shut him up with a look. "I mean it. I'm nothing to you, so don't pretend I am."

"Yoongi, I do care about you and your

well being-"

"You have no reason to, Hoseok." The lack of emotion in his voice startled even him. "Why do you even want me to be healthy anyway? So your fuck buddy won't die on your watch?"

Hoseok frowned at him, but Yoongi wasn't looking. He was keeping his eyes forward, hoping to stand but not able to move. "Yoongi, why do you do that?"

"Why do I do what, exactly, Jung?"

"Why do you look like you're happy and then turn into some moody, self-hating, traumatized young adult the next second." Yoongi froze at the words, not being able to tear his gaze off the far wall. "Last night, you were funny, and then you got angry. In the shower, you were cute, and now you're spewing the same shit. What is with you and treating yourself like an object?"

Yoongi looked over at a Hoseok with an eyebrow raised. "In this line of work, I'm expected to be an object. I can't have feelings, I can't be happy. People pay me to use me, Hoseok. I'm no better than a massage chair at the mall. In fact, I'm worse, because I'm more expensive."

Hoseok scoffed. "I hate to break it to you, Yoongi, but you're a fucking human being. Not a massage chair. Stop getting mad that you're not." He moved to stand up from the bed, but Yoongi grabbed his wrist just long enough to stop him, letting go immediately after.

He wasn't entirely sure if Hoseok would want any physical contact at the moment.

"Hoseok, you have to understand... I have never felt more confused in my entire career." He paused until Hoseok sat back on the bed. "You have literally turned my world upside down, total 180, and how did you do that? Because you're nice and treat me like a person? Why is it that that's what makes me so confused? It's sad that I'm so used to being an object, that when I'm not treated like one, it's confusing. And then I get mad thinking 'why would it make you confused, don't think about it.' But it's still so confusing and even you.." his words were tumbling out of his mouth too fast to be coherent enough, but the feeling was there. "You and I are absolutely nothing but it feels like we are sometimes and then I catch myself and I hate myself for thinking we're something because we aren't and can't be ever-"

He cut off his rambling when Hoseok touched his cheek. He hadn't realized the tears falling down his cheeks were real, or that he was breathing a little erratically. He closed his eyes to take a deep breath, but when he tried to exhale, a sob came instead. His body was trembling too, and he could only imagine the worried look on Hoseok's face that made his stomach twist. He hated that look...

Hoseok's voice brought him back to the real world, if only with a more romantic sentence. "No wonder you passed out." Yoongi looked at him curiously through the corner of his eye. "Mainly you're malnourished and sleep deprived, but that might have made your brain go haywire."

Yoongi scoffed slightly with a small smile on his lips. "What are you, a doctor?"

Hoseok smiled softly at the other and brushed the hair from his forehead. "Why do you think we aren't something? Your friends have special relations with their clients, so why can't we?"

He thought about it for a minute. "There's no reason we can't.." his voice trailed off quietly, suddenly feeling like an idiot.

Hoseok reached forward and held Yoongi's cheek, smiling softly. "Don't worry about all this stuff anymore, just do your job as you always have." Yoongi nodded, eyes downcast so he wouldn't have to meet the other's eyes. "I made lunch, so if you want me to bring it for you, I can." Yoongi shook his head, and Hoseok got up from the bed. "Come when you're ready."

Yoongi nodded again, waiting until Hoseok was gone to pull his knees to his chest. He felt like such a goddamned idiot. Seokjin felt happy each time he had an appointment with Namjoon, and certainly enjoyed those the most. Minki had always favored Jonghyun when he was an escort. Hell, he couldn't think of a single escort he knew that didn't have that one special client they always looked forward to. It was such an unspoken thing among them that he didn't even think about it.

After a few minutes, he took his phone out and looked over his schedule. There was an event tomorrow morning, another brunch meeting apparently. He pocketed his phone and walked to the kitchen, not helping the small smile that grew on his lips when he saw Hoseok cooking. A tired one, but a smile. He took a seat at the bar; where he sat on the first day, he noted. Hoseok set a plate in front of him with a sandwich and.. stew?

Yoongi looked up curiously, a small smirk in his eye. "Stew isn't a very lunch-y food."

"You need the nutrients." He said it dismissively, but he looked happy. And it wasn't half bad. And Yoongi was starving. So basically, he finished his plate in two minutes and asked for seconds and thirds of the stew. Hoseok only looked on with the same small happy smile.

"I have another brunch meeting tomorrow, and I've reserved you to be my escort. It's with my business partner in China." Yoongi nodded and continued eating, realizing as an afterthought that the meeting on his calendar was for him.

He shifted in his seat to grab his phone and felt a mass in his other pocket. With an eyebrow raised, he pulled a wad of cash out of his back pocket. He’d completely forgoten about the tip. "Why do you hide your tips in my pockets?"

Hoseok used a fork to take a chunk of beef from the other's plate. "It ruins the mood."

It was a simple answer, but Yoongi agreed. Handing over money always did ruin the mood. And it was always awkward unless the client was used to it.

Yoongi cleared his throat and pocketed the money again. "I'd better get moving, my roommate is probably going to kill me. But.." he paused, trying to find the words he wanted. What did he even want? Hoseok looked at him expectantly though, so he had to finish the sentence somehow. "Thank you, for last night. And this morning. It was.. fun."

Hoseok smiled softly at him. "Anytime, Yoongi."

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First Cheat

The next week flew by without a hitch. Yoongi's schedule was absolutely packed, morning till night with appointments from all of his usual clients and a few new ones. But there wasn't another one from Hoseok. Yoongi wasn't sure if he should be happy or let down. Besides that, everything was normal. The only thing that was bugging him was something.. a bit more confusing.

Each time a client touched him, bugs and millipedes crawled over his skin. It felt horrible and disgusting, but he couldn't understand why. He'd been doing this job for years and it hadn't happened before. Clients that he usually looked forward to were falling beneath the mark. It was kind of sad to watch, actually. Maybe they were having a bad week.

The next Sunday, his week's schedule was sent out to him. It would be another busy week, not only for him either. Clients all over the company seemed to be extra horny this past and this coming week. That would just mean extra dough all around. It didn't help that the holidays were right around the corner, at least they felt like they were, even if they were still a few months away.

That didn't matter though, because he had an appointment that night he couldn't be late for. Sunday appointments were always a big deal for the company, the exact reason why, though, was a mystery. Maybe the boss was religious, so he saw those having sex on Sunday as the really nasty ones. Though Yoongi’s past experience with the boss threw that thought out the window.

The meeting tonight was supposed to be at 8 o'clock sharp. Yoongi was already waiting in front of the address he'd been told wearing a baggy black sweater and skinny black jeans, definitely the warmest outfit he'd been provided that week. He had no idea who the client was, although as the minutes ticked off towards 8:10, he began to wish he'd asked.

When the clock hit 8:23, Yoongi went inside the cafe and ordered himself a large coffee, grabbing a handful of sugar packets. He didn't sit inside the cafe but sat outside at one of the cute iron tables they had for customers. He'd been up all day because of an early appointment, and a late one last night meant he didn't get much sleep the night before. In two minutes, he was halfway done with the drink. As he was finished, a man sat across from him and made him thankful he'd swallowed the last of the drink, or else he would've spat it out at Hoseok's sudden appearance.

The other laughed at his face. "What's with the face, Yoongi? Didn't expect me?" His voice took on the usual condescending tone, but it made Yoongi relax a little rather than rile him up like the last time.

He smirked at the other. "Don't act like I would be expecting you. I don't know which clients I'm meeting unless I ask my makeup artist."

Hoseok raised an eyebrow at Yoongi as he shifted his position in the wrought iron chairs, and Yoongi took the opportunity to look over the other. Every other time he's met with Hoseok, he'd been wearing a suit, but today he was wearing casual clothes: distressed skinny jeans, white shirt with colorful denim and red jacket, and, with the other's leg propped up by his knee, he could see red and black shoes, maybe basketball but he wasn't that familiar with those brands. His redder brown hair was styled down, but he looked good with it.

He was so busy checking the other out that he hadn't heard him speak. Yoongi looked up with a slight flush on his face, glad that the night didn't offer much light to see it. "I'm sorry, what'd you say?"

"It's okay, I can be very distracting." Hoseok smirked at him, and Yoongi felt his face get hot again. "I asked if you had your own makeup artist, and if they were a worker at your company."

Yoongi nodded, playing with his empty coffee cup absentmindedly. "Minki isn't my personal makeup artist but he's my favorite, so I made sure he's the only one who ever does my makeup. He has like one assistant at the company, but he prefers to do everything himself. He was an escort, but not anymore. And yes, Minki is Jonghyun's boyfriend." The look on Hoseok's face made him feel he should add that last bit.

"This is the same Minki you and your friend were talking about at the club, correct?"

Yoongi looked up at him at those words, eyes wide as confusion slid onto his face. "We did? Why were we talking about Minki at the club?"

Hoseok raised an eyebrow as well. "How can you not remember? You weren't that drunk when we were talking." A shrug from the escort dismissed the question and caused the rich man to sigh. "The way he was brought up was when you mentioned the company record for the longest session, which belonged to Minki and Jonghyun. I'm assuming that was when he was still an escort?"

Yoongi scratched his scalp as he nodded his head, eyes squinted in thought. "And who brought up the record?"

"Seokjin. Something about 'coming out'."

Yoongi giggled a little despite himself. "That's not what that means but I appreciate you trying. It's Seokjin's code for fucking." He laughed at the other's almost horrified face. "It's not that weird once you've lived with him as long as I have."

"How long have you lived with him?"

Yoongi was about to answer but stopped just short. He raised an eyebrow cautiously. "Why are you asking me about my personal life, Jung? Didn't you make this appointment to get something out of me?" His voice sounded as nonchalant as it could be, with the past week of working getting him back into the groove of covering his emotions, but inside he ached.

"By get something you mean have sex?" Hoseok spoke like he usually did, like he didn't care. But he almost sounded offended. Yoongi didn't answer. "If I said I just wanted to see you, what would you think?"

Yoongi's eyes flicked towards the others, only meaning for a glance, but Hoseok caught and held his gaze intensely. Like he was reading him. He gulped back to clear the sudden thickness in his throat, but it didn't fully leave, so when he spoke, his voice came out softer than intended. "I'd think you were lying to make me feel better. But that doesn't make sense, because you shouldn't care how someone like me feels. So I'd say you were lying to further the game."

The silence that settled was uncomfortable, the eye contact only unnerving him further. Even when Hoseok stood from his seat, he held Yoongi's eyes in a trap. He moved from the chair across to the chair next to him, his arm resting on the table next to his own. "Why would I be playing a game with you?"

Yoongi's looked down at his hand next to Hoseok's tanner one. He felt more naked now in front of those black eyes than he ever had in his career, even each time he'd been in the boss' office. "What'd I tell you about personal questions?" His voice came out almost broken, and he hated himself for it.

There was a hand on his chin lifting his head. His eyes met Hoseok's again. He was so much closer than he remembered him to be. "Yoongi." His voice was way too quiet. And really deep. "I have less than an hour and a half left on my time, but I'd rather take the time to learn about you. Whether that be your mind or body."

Yoongi gulped, fear inexplicably running down his body and making his body shake. "Hoseok- let go of me please..." The man raised an eyebrow and released his chin, Yoongi taking a deep breath after. "Do me a favor and never, ever, do that again."

Hoseok looked surprised. "Is that what you want-"

"Goddamnit, Hoseok, it's not about what I want! It isn't supposed to be!" Yoongi stood as he yelled. The outburst was a shock to the both of them, but Yoongi was too shaken to stop. "You pay me to do whatever the fuck you want! It's not about me! This whole system is supposed to be about the clients! So stop asking questions and stop trying to talk to me! All that my job description says is I'm supposed to make the client happy, and it has never been the other way around!"

Despite Yoongi's shaky breathing, there was only silence. Hoseok didn't look surprised anymore. He only had a kind of neutral expression, with his lips downturned into a frown. Yoongi sat back down, embarrassed about the outburst but not really feeling sorry for what he said.

"So I make you happy."

Yoongi looked up at the other, eyes wide in shock but it soon turned to annoyance. "That's seriously the only thing you heard?"

The other shook his head, a small smile on his lips and a mischievous glint in his eye. "No I heard everything, but that's the only thing I care about at the moment. Now-" he leaned forward on his elbows. "Let's get to my house and have sex in my bed again. I think I prefer you there over any other place."

Yoongi's face flushed a little, but he was smiling seductively at the other. "What're you waiting for, Jung? An invitation?"

Sex with Hoseok was the best he'd ever had.

Yoongi lay wrapped in the silk and bamboo infused sheets, too hot to be bare and too cold to be covered. He wasn't asleep, but his body felt exhausted. He hadn't been drinking enough Gatorade recently or eating very well for that matter. Maybe his body was finally forcing him to rest. He didn't even know where Hoseok was. He could be lying next to him and not know. But back to the sex.

God, it was always so good.

Hoseok held him firm enough to leave baby bruises but never pain, left makes dark enough to mean something but faint enough they wouldn't stain his body. And Yoongi felt exhausted and satisfied at the same time. A hand ghosted over his side, fingertips brushing the outlines of his curves. He shivered, and a soft voice whispered close to him.

"Sorry, I thought you were asleep."

He cracked an eye open and saw Hoseok beside him, naked and glowing. He still looked so handsome and sexy, even sweating and still catching his breath. Yoongi smiled softly and turned over more to face him. "It's fine, I should get up anyway. Don't want to get in trouble again."

Hoseok frowned softly and shook his head, a hand brushing hair out of the escort's face. "He won't do it again."

"You can't control that, Hoseok." He sighed softly, still not moving. His body really had given up.

Hoseok shook his head. "I'll make sure he doesn't. I promise that."

Yoongi shook his head and willed his body to move and sit up, but it wouldn't budge. He'd pushed himself too hard. "Don't make that promise, Hoseok. You can't keep it." He tried to make his voice sound stern, but it came out only tired.

Hoseok leaned forward, kissing Yoongi. He was too tired to pull away, not that he wanted to anyway. His lips were soft like he used a lot of chapstick and he kissed him with only emotion, not lust. When he pulled away, Yoongi was silent. "I'm making this promise to you. I'll take care of it."

"No offense Hoseok, but my boss is probably way richer than you, and most likely way more powerful. You can't do much." Yoongi smiled sadly, not wanting to give up yet. "If you want to sue, he has us sleep with lawyers regularly as payment for keeping him untouchable. If you want to bribe him, he doesn't need the money."

Hoseok kissed Yoongi's forehead, the soft lips brushing his skin and his fingertips brushed through his hair. If he wasn't being so sweet, it'd probably feel way more annoying than it actually was. "Don't worry Yoongi, I'll take care of it. You can rest now."

Yoongi wanted to protest, but the gentle hands in his hair pulled him down into the bed. His eyes fluttered a little before closing, his body curling up slightly into Hoseok. There was a weight on his arm, and suddenly his head was in what could only be Hoseok's chest. And he was so tired from the past week, he couldn't even say anything as thanks before falling asleep to the sound of Hoseok's breathing.

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First Apology

Yoongi arrived at work the next day at 8:30 am sharp, making a vow to never be late again. All the clothes to wear while on the job were with the stylists. Escorts were asked to bring them back immediately after the appointment, but many brought them back in bags at the end of the week. So Yoongi walked into the building holding a shopping bag filled with clothes from his last week working.

His first stop was the male dressing room to meet with Bam. The other seemed surprised he was here on time, and early at that. "Gi, Why're you not late today?" He smirked at the other as he spoke.

"I didn't want to get on the boss' bad side so soon, unlike you." He handed the bag off to the stylist, who, he noticed, was currently rocking some disastrously ripped skinny jeans in the cold weather, and looked over the clothes on display. "I wouldn't be surprised if you and him had a thing going on, but he's too much of a jerk for that." The last bit was said under his breath, but Bam’s slight smile meant he still heard him. If he did, he didn't say anything.

"I'd never cheat on my boyfriend, Gi. I may dress and act like a slut, but my heart ain't one."

Yoongi nodded with a soft laugh, holding a shirt against himself as the stylist put the clothes Yoongi gave him down the dirty clothes shoot. "I know, B. Don't take offense. How is Yugyeom doing anyway?"

"He's doing fine. Stressed from work, but I think he's happy-"

"Why does everyone call you Bam?"

The stylist looked up Yoongi with a raised eyebrow at the random question, but the escort was looking at another shirt. "And why do you ask?"

He shrugged, moving on to the next piece of clothing. "Just wondering what your real name is and why everyone calls you 'Bam'. It's pretty random."

"That question is pretty random." They both smiled at each other, the stylist's being brighter than the other. "People call me Bam because no one can pronounce my real name. And it's Bam because that's what the kids at my school called me."

"So what's your real name? Does Yugyeom call you it?"

A shake of the head from the stylist as he handed Yoongi an outfit he'd been picking out. "He calls me it but only when he's mad. Or when we're in bed, but usually it's just Bhu."

"Boo?"

Another shake of the head. "Bhu. It's the first bit of my name."

"And the rest?"

The stylist looked at Yoongi. "Why the sudden interest? No one here has asked me that before except Yugyeom."

The escort shrugged limply and sighed, sitting down to put his shoes on. "I just wanna know. I'm curious, I care, I want to know."

There was a brief silence before the stylist spoke. "Kunpimook Bhuwakul." Yoongi startled face made the other laugh. "You understand why people don't try saying my name?"

Yoongi smiled apologetically and stood, dusting his outfit off and holding his arms out for the other. "How do I look?"

The other smiled back and held up an O.K with his hand. "Ready for brunch!"

Laughing and waving goodbye, Yoongi moved over to Minki's makeup station. The other did his makeup perfectly for the appointment, and Yoongi didn't struggle as much as he normally would have. Well, maybe a little bit to mess with the other.

"Who ordered me for this meeting or session or whatever it is?" Minki was always the one who told him who placed the appointment because he always had their file on hand when styling the makeup.

"Same as last time. You're lucky, Gi. It looks like you've got another regular. That and you've been seeing them casually recently~!" His tone of voice took on a taunting undertone, it didn't help that he was right.

Yoongi's eyes flew open, making Minki's brush pull away with a tut. "Jung Hoseok, again?" He couldn't keep the annoyance out of his voice, but it shook with a hint of guilt he felt in his stomach at the thought of his horse face. He had forgotten to apologize that morning for yesterday.. so it looked like he'd do it at the brunch. Though he hadn't really expected the other to request him again

Minki looked at the open file on his desk with a hum of affirmation. "Looks like it. He said the event was classy casual for clothes and casual for makeup. He knows his way around the system for a someone like him."

The escort's eyebrow arched in question. "'Someone like him'? What do you mean?"

"He looked like he'd been going down the list of escorts over the past few weeks. I had to do all of them up for him so I remembered the name. It didn't click until I saw the file last night that he was the one you mentioned yesterday. But this is the first time he's gone back to the same person, so it looks like he's chosen you." He looked over his work and nodded in approval.

Yoongi got up slowly, not really wanting to stop talking and leave yet. "He's been going down the list?"

A nod. "Oh yeah, I'm talking alphabetical order and everything." Minki brought the file closer to his face to look closer. "In fact, it looks like he bought a premium membership after his appointment with you." He looked up at Yoongi with a smirk. "You have reeled in a new long-term customer, Yoongi, good job."

Yoongi nodded, his head swimming a bit. It wasn't that he felt happy or anything that Hoseok had chosen Yoongi exclusively, but he did feel a bit happy that he was going to be the only escort fucking him. Say what you want, but the workers within the company were rather competitive.

He shook himself out of his daze though. The appointment was approaching. He looked at himself in the mirror, adjusting the little things he remembered from their previous appointments. "Uh, Minki? His profile is in that file right?"

The stylist looked at him curiously. "Yeah, and?"

Yoongi kept avoiding eye contact and adjusting the neckline and collar of his suit shirt. "Does it have all the likes and dislikes customers have to fill out when they sign up?"

Minki smiled sideways at the escort. "Oh Yoongi, you care about this one, don't you?"

"That's not true!" He was quick to deny it, but it finally drew his attention away from the mirror. "He's a heavy tipper, and if I cater to him, maybe I'll get some extra dough."

Minki nodded, letting the issue slide but tabbing it in case. "He said he'd pick you up a block over, so make your way over ASAP." Yoongi turned away, but he cleared his throat to catch his attention. "I already printed out his profile and told Bam to slip it in your pant pocket." He chuckled at the smile creeping onto the other's face. "Now hurry and don't be late."

While walking to the corner, Yoongi looked over the list of likes and dislikes the other had put down. It was an interesting list, containing normal stuff and less than normal stuff, but nothing too crazy like hardcore BDSM or any of, what Yoongi considered, the creepy kinks. He shuddered at the memory of when he'd gotten landed with a blood play client. He still had mental scars.

Hoseok pulled up in a shiny blue car just a few minutes after Yoongi stopped at the corner. The escort felt almost awkward settling inside the vehicle, but Hoseok didn't mention anything.

He cleared his throat a little as he settled more comfortably in the passenger seat. "What's this event so early in the morning? Brunch meeting, sex, et cetera, et cetera?"

He heard Hoseok chuckle and felt his cheeks heating up a little, probably only visible in his ears which were thankfully hidden by his hair. "If I told you both, what would you think of me?"

Yoongi snorted. "Please, you act like I have standards."

"You do have standards, whether you admit it to yourself or not." The same annoyingly condescending attitude came back.

"Don't shrink me like you did yesterday. You'll get the same result." There was an uncomfortable silence that settled after the words were spoken. It certainly wasn't making it easier to apologize.

"I'm sorry."

Yoongi looked over at the other with a raised eyebrow, uncertain as to why he'd need to apologize. Hoseok met his gaze at a red light, and a corner of his mouth lifted. "You're right, don't act surprised. It just seemed serious, and I wanted to help, but I pushed instead. But you're my favorite escort, so I'm not going to stop requesting you."

Yoongi felt the blush rise again, this time a little more obvious. "I'm your favorite? Why the hell would you pick me." He meant for it to be rhetorical, but Hoseok answered anyway.

"You're small- and experienced. You sound good and feel good. You're certainly much more interesting than any of the others at your company, physically and mentally. Much more enticing."

Hoseok's eyes were on the road, but Yoongi felt as if they were on him in the usual intense way the other held his gaze. It was strange how this man that he'd known for all of three days could already dissemble his mind. He cleared his throat and focused his attention on the side mirror. "So brunch meeting, why do you need an escort?"

Hoseok shrugged, pulling into a cafe on the opposite side of Seoul from the company, a place Yoongi hadn't been before. "I don't. It's just a ploy. That and I wanted to see you and apologize."

Yoongi nodded, mind buzzing as he got out of the car. He felt thrown off his game at the sudden apology, but when he took Hoseok's arm to be lead inside, he felt his old mojo swing back into place. "Business ploy?" He noticed the nod from the other and smiled seductively at him. "I play the boyfriend and you'll be seen as a family man?" At Hoseok's nod, he faced forward with a new attitude. "Don't worry, I've got this."

The brunch was actually fun. The food was delicious, if pricey, and he basically was paid to sit next to Hoseok and look pretty, which he knew he did thanks to Bam and Minki. He also got paid to flirt with him every once in a while and throw in a fake compliment about him when asked. It was a lot of fun, but maybe his favorite part was the acting. It certainly was a lot of fun to lay his head on the rich man's shoulder and pretend to doze, even with the other's hand on his thigh to show closeness to his business partners. Yoongi leaned in to whisper what would look like a flirtatious joke into the other's ear but he actually made his first request probably ever as an escort. He asked that when Hoseok had a meeting with Jonghyun next, he have Yoongi be his escort if it was a social event.

Closer to the end though, Hoseok seemed to get tired of pretending to be flirting. The grip on his thigh got tighter and higher as time progressed until he was basically holding the escort's crotch in his hand. Yoongi may not have had the biggest at the table, but he considered himself proud with his proportions. However, Hoseok's hand cupped him with fingertips to spare. By the time the other office managers left, Yoongi was practically putty against Hoseok's side. It was embarrassing yet real, so he wasn't quite sure how to feel.

Hoseok turned to him with this wide smirk on his face. "I have about 45 minutes left on my time. It'll take about 15 to get to my house. So I guess that only leaves one question:" Hoseok's finger lifted the other's chin and forced him to make eye contact, the hazy ones of the escort with the piercing ones of the millionaire. "What would you like to do, Yoongi?"

Yoongi felt short of breath, but he wasn't panting, so he wasn't sure why that was happening. His body felt really hot, and for a brief second, he felt he might've been slipped something. "You can't fuck me now, can you?" His voice made him disappointed with the weakness that shone through, but he was able to narrow his eyes at the other. That was something at least.

Hoseok seemed impressed. "Disobedience is always a fun thing isn't it?" A nod from the escort made him smirk. "In that case, how about we fuck in my car, hmm? While I'm driving you back to your work building?"

Yoongi was about to give the other a fat 'fuck you' but stopped himself. He remembered something from the 'likes' section on the other's profile: begging. With that thought and a fat tip in mind, he allowed a whimper to release his mouth and smirked inside at the off guard look of surprise on the other's face. "Please~~" He gripped the front of Hoseok's shirt and whimpered again, his mind celebrating victory at the flustered look on the man's face.

It seemed Hoseok couldn't get him out of there fast enough. And once they were in the car, Hoseok held him in his lap as he started the ignition. Yoongi went to work unbuttoning his shirt and pants, although they only got a few buttons done with the shirt. It was enough though because all he wanted to do was to have something to do with his mouth. The pants at the company were designed to be easy-off, so there were no issues getting Hoseok into him. They got to the company before the 45 minutes were up (thanks to Hoseok's speeding reaction at Yoongi's movements), and continued till they both orgasmed at the end. Yoongi almost felt bad for getting some on Hoseok's shirt and pants, but he couldn't apologize for fear of being late for his next appointment.

However, the busy meeting sparked something: Yoongi was reminded how great the sex with Hoseok was. And although he didn't know it, Hoseok was reminded how great the sex with Yoongi was.

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