FALLEN LEAVES
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Ship: Yoonseok Prompt: yoongi is a slowly rising professional photographer, and he bumps into this cute boy (hoseok) on a trip and wow hes cute lets ask him to be my model ?? bonus points if they end up dating and they travel around together and hoseok is yoongi's main muse / model (bonus points x2 if namjin are boyfys that are yoongi's friends and every time yoongi mentions hoseok they tell him to shut up and ask him out already)
TITLE: Fallen Leaves
PAIRING: │ Min Yoongi ♡ Jung Hoseok │ Kim Namjoon ♡ Kim Seokjin
GENRE: Fluff, Photographer AU, Model AU, Traveller-Meets-Lover
RATING: PG17
WARNING: This is pretty much 10K of how much Yoongi loves Jung Hoseok :)
WORDS: 10,596
Summary: Rising photographer, Min Yoongi, totally didn’t go to Canada because he watched Goblin and thought it looked absolutely stunning. OK--maybe he did. But it wasn’t exactly the scenery that he fell in love with through his camera lens.
Yoongi’s desire to gouge out his own eyes was at an all-time high; his fingers had even tightened around his spoon all while glaring at the adorable vomit-inducing couple that sat across from him.
More often than not, Yoongi did not mind couples. He often photographed them while taking strolls around Jamsil or Dongdaemun whenever he went on walks. There was something sweet and innocent about catching young couples in such scenic environment, such as the pond in Jamsil that was surrounded by cherry blossom trees that bloomed in spring; or holding hands as they walked along the LED flowers at the Dongdaemun Historical and Cultural Museum.
Perhaps it was because Yoongi admired the innocence and sweetness from afar and through his camera lens; never actually participating, and never really looking beyond the surface.
It had been unfortunate for him that his best friend had to date one of the most popular models in Korea. Of course, Namjoon didn’t think that it was such a terrible thing; meanwhile Yoongi mourned over his bachelor life with his best friend and wingman. No longer could they go out and fool around at clubs or at bars. Now Namjoon had somewhere to be (which nine times out of ten, was with Seokjin) and most definitely could not fool around.
Yoongi, as a result, had calmed down on the nightlife himself and began focusing more on photography. His social life had shrunk to just a small circle of close friends and coworkers in the industry—and that naturally included his best friend and his handsome as fuck boyfriend.
“Hyung, can you stop looking like you’re going to murder us with that spoon.”
“Sure…I’ll likely die from a sugar comatose before I make it across the table to one of you anyway.”
Although Namjoon frowned and rolled his eyes, Seokjin burst into laughter. The model had always been fond of Yoongi despite his stand-off personality at times. Seokjin managed to bring out a softer side in Yoongi that wasn’t so cynical—Namjoon believes it’s because Seokjin is older and would scold Yoongi if he made too many rude comments.
“Maybe you should find someone, Yoongi-ah,” Seokjin suggested as he shamelessly poked at Namjoon’s plate and put his boyfriend’s food in his mouth.
“Then you might…I dunno, be less crabby.”
Yoongi snorted and leaned back in his seat, “doubt it.”
“Yeah, that’d take a miracle,” Namjoon agreed as he eyed Seokjin who kept stealing his food. He sighed in defeat, there was no winning against Seokjin’s stomach. Not that he would complain since Seokjin was actually eating—he was bulking for a more ‘mature’ magazine shoot next month.
Seokjin hummed as he chewed his food. “Mmm…but since I know you love work so much, I got you a gig for the November issue with Dazed. It’s not the front page, but it’ll be some shots in the magazine.”
All hostile feelings towards the model had been wiped clean from Yoongi’s mind; his eyes widened and tightened his jaw to keep it from dropping. Just last year Yoongi had graduated from college in photography at the top of his year; he had done a few photo shoots for smaller magazines, and had done the cover of The Star once because of Seokjin. Now once again his model friend was getting him on the scene but for a larger magazine—Dazed.
Wow.
“Hyung…”
“It gets better,” Seokjin smirked as he reached for his water. “You even get to pick your model.”
There was no controlling Yoongi’s slack jaw this time. It was rare for up-and-coming photographers like himself to pick models for major magazines. Usually only established photographers were allowed to pick and choose who they wanted. This time Yoongi had the choice.
“Based on your euphoric expression, I’m going to assume you’ll take it.”
“Wow…Hyung…” Yoongi licked his dry lips as he slowly sat up straighter in his seat. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Just say you’ll do it?” Seokjin laughed as if Yoongi were truly the dumbest person in the world. “And thank you would be nice too.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes, “Thanks.”
“I thought you were going on a trip to Canada next month, Hyung?” Namjoon then interrupted as he started to take eating his food a little more seriously before Seokjin ate all of it on him. Yoongi reached for his beer and took a sip as he shrugged.
“It’s just for a month, I’ll be back at the beginning of October—“
“Wait, you’re going to Canada?” Seokjin questioned.
Yoongi nodded, “Mmm.”
Namjoon smirked into his beer mug and took a sip, then he told his boyfriend. “You know how in Goblin they went to Quebec and it was all beautiful?”
Seokjin nearly spat his drink everywhere. “Seriously!?”
Yoongi rolled his eyes, “Yes. It looks nice and I want to take pictures there, okay? It’ll be really nice in the fall…”
“Wow…you’re somethin’ else Min Yoongi,” Seokjin hummed as he leaned his elbow on the table and cradled his head in his hand. “Maybe you’ll meet someone nice there?”
“When are you going to stop nagging me to date?”
“Never,” Namjoon chuckled. “Seokjin Hyung’s dream is to go on double dates.”
“He or she better be gorgeous,” Seokjin grinned. “Then you can take pictures of them all the time.”
“I’m over this…can I go home now?” Yoongi groaned as he covered his flushing face. It was already bad enough for Yoongi to deal with the sugar-coated couple before him, he did not need their nagging or pushing into a relationship that Yoongi was not even sure he wanted.
“Sure, sure” Namjoon chuckled. “Have a nice trip, Hyung.”
“Mmm. Keep us updated!”
“Maybe. We’ll see…”
+
Yoongi had initially wanted to go to Quebec to take photos of the similar locations of Goblin; however, he voted against it while booking tickets to Canada. It had never been really Yoongi’s thing to follow the crowd or follow particular trends to a T, he liked putting his own twists on things. So instead of going to Vancouver or Quebec, he decided he would go to the largest city in the country—Toronto.
He had read that there were many trees in the city, and even little Islands on one of the many large fresh-water lakes. Niagara Falls wasn’t terribly far, just a bus ride away—thus he would spend some time in Toronto and then would make his way to the boarder to take photos of the famous falls. It would be very refreshing in comparison to the regular Seoul scene that he has photographed for the past four years.
Although the infrastructure of the city nor the night-life compare to Seoul, the city had not disappointed Yoongi. He found himself particularly captivated by the diversity of the city and all of the different communities like China Town, Little Italy, Little Greece, Russia and even two Korea towns. Even more so, there were so many different people that he could capture on the unique streets of Toronto taking busses, streetcars and simply walking.
It was a beautiful city indeed, especially with the trees that scattered throughout the city, bringing warm colours of red, orange and yellow to the concrete buildings.
His first few days had simply been exploring and taking in the atmosphere instead of taking photos. Getting to know the city was key to Yoongi to ensure he could plan the perfect photos at the right time.
On his fourth day he found himself attempting to fight off jetlag at the harbour front, which was crowded with couples, families and friends that were enjoying the crisp autumn air by the water. Yoongi found himself capturing photos of boats that passed, couples that walked along the doc holding hands, and families that sat on the grass while watching a performance on a large stage.
As he stood at the water’s edge he found himself in awe of how the water sparkled from the warm autumn sun in contrast to the black and white lampposts dispersed along the edge of the doc. He held his camera steady as he lined along the lampposts, ready to take a photo until he noticed someone leaning against one of the lampposts.
Yoongi’s finger paused over the shutter; he could not move a muscle.
He wondered for a brief moment if what he saw through the lens was real or if his camera was just playing games on him.
Min Yoongi was struck dumbfounded by the young man he peered at through his camera lens. Leaned against the lamppost, staring down at his phone; he looked ethereal. He wasn’t wearing anything special; a white graphic T, black tight jeans with rips in the knees, a black bomber and sneakers. Perhaps it was the structure of his face; a sharp jawline, sun-kissed skin, heart-shaped lips and a high straight nose. Or was it his grapefruit-coloured hair that stood out to Yoongi?
Perhaps it was that all together he shone brighter than the sun that was high in the sky and smiling down upon this incredible being?
Yoongi wasn’t sure just what about the young man that made Yoongi’s entire body tense and heat pool in the pit of his stomach. It had not been too cold in September in Canada; however, Yoongi felt like he had suddenly stepped into summer.
He felt his face burned when the young man smiled at his own phone as he took a selfie with the boats in the background. His eyes disappeared into crescent moons, confirming the young photographer that this young man was brighter than both the sun and the moon.
He was celestial.
Yoongi felt his tongue slide out of his mouth to lick at his dry lips before gulping down the heavy lump in his throat. He snapped a photo.
Maybe two.
Perhaps three.
Never in Yoongi’s life would he admit to following anyone for photos. Unlike most photographers, he did not even have a particular model that he loved and wished to photograph.
Not until that moment.
It had been an accident—Yoongi firmly would argue—that he followed the young grapefruit-haired man as he walked aimlessly along the dock. Of course, Yoongi was not following him, and thus took photos of other things such as the CN Tower that stood tall behind them, the Toronto Islands that were before them in the water and other passing Canadians and tourists alike. It was just some strange coincidence that somehow his lens would find its way back to the handsome man, catching him doing something new.
It had also been an accident in how Yoongi watched a rather uncomfortable encounter between the young man and what looked to be a homeless man asking for money. Yoongi couldn’t hear well since he had very tactfully (at least in his mind) kept his distance from the handsome young man despite the artistic voice in his head (and the pounding drum that was his heart) screamed at him to get closer and capture more of his facial expressions. However, despite not hearing well, Yoongi could see by the way the rather rugged old man held his hand out that he was asking for money.
Yoongi watched as the grapefruit haired man retreated back into himself as the homeless man neared him and shook his head vigorously as he sputtered out words nervously in English.
Normally Yoongi would have turned a blind eye in situations like these; he wasn’t one to dabble in confrontation that was not directed to him, he already had a hard time with confrontation as it was. Min Yoongi even began to turn his body and would have begun walking the other way if it had not been for the incessant pounding in his chest that spun him back around. His legs carried him towards the rugged man whose voice had raised louder.
“Common! Just a few cents! That’s all I need!”
“I…I don’t have…” The young man repeated likely for the fifth time. He had even tried to walk away with long strides, but the man caught up to him and cut him off. Yoongi had to practically skid to a stop behind the young man as he stepped back from the homeless man’s advancement. Yoongi’s hands braced for him as he nearly fell right backwards; Yoongi caught his shoulders and kept him upright.
“What the…?” Yoongi heard the young man gasp in Korean as Yoongi’s hands tightened around his surprisingly (and Yoongi would only internally admit as pleasantly) solid shoulders.
“How much do you need?” Yoongi managed to choke out in English.
The homeless man held his hand out and exclaimed, “Just a dollar or two to eat!”
Yoongi took his hands from the stranger’s shoulders and dug in his pocket for a two dollar coin. He handed it to the man.
“Here. Leave him alone.”
“Thanks man.”
The homeless man was gone before Yoongi could gather what he had just done or feel his anxiety spike over interfering in a random person’s business. Yoongi turned to the young man who was straightening his jacket; even up close he was just as incredibly handsome and awe inspiring. The anxiousness from the confrontation was miniscule in comparison to the sudden surge of fluster that consumed Min Yoongi.
“A-are you okay?” Yoongi choked in Korean.
The grapefruit haired boy blinked in shock at Yoongi before he bowed softly and nodded. “Ah…yes…thank you so much…for all of that.”
Yoongi shook his head and laughed nervously all while bowing shallowly. “It’s okay…it looked like he kept…bothering you…”
“Well, thank you very much.”
His voice was friendly; light and free.
Yoongi noticed the grapefruit-haired man’s eyes flickered down to Yoongi’s camera before he flushed a colour similar to his hair. His eyes then scaled up to meet Yoongi’s cat-like eyes and chuckled softly.
“Ah…you taking pictures around here?”
Fear and embarrassment in its purest form came over Yoongi like a wave. The way that Hoseok stared at Yoongi’s camera and at him gave it all away—or rather, gave Yoongi away. Had he known all this time that Yoongi had been taking secret shots of him?
Out of a nervous habit Yoongi took his camera in his hands, as he always felt much more comfortable while holding a camera regardless of the situation. He nodded eagerly, quickly and almost desperately.
“Ah…yeah, I’m actually a photographer in Korea…”
“Oh. Like…what…kind of photography?”
“I really enjoy landscapes or more…capturing places and people in natural environments but…I’ve done some fashion shoots in Korea for some magazines…”
The man’s jaw dropped and he gasped. “Wow! That’s really incredible!”
Yoongi could not control the corners of his lips that tugged into a bashful smile, nor the rose colour that dusted his warm cheeks. This man’s smile was truly brighter than the sun.
“Nah…it’s not that great…”
“I think it’s pretty cool,” the man chuckled, it was as soft as the breeze that pushed the waves next to them. “Anyway, thank you so much for helping me. How about I take you to a coffee shop? Call it even?”
Sirens wailed in Yoongi’s mind. Going anywhere with this man was a terrible idea; he had already interfered enough and had already been exposed as some creep photographer that had been following him for God knows how long. But the roaring voice of Kim Seokjin overcame the sirens, commanding him to grab this opportunity and get coffee with this unrealistically handsome person that Yoongi just happened to stumble upon.
“It’s fate!” He could hear Seokjin lecture him. “I swear to God, Min Yoongi, if you don’t go with him then I will remind you of your dumb-ass decision for the rest of your existence!”
It was startling to Yoongi that he could hear Seokjin’s voice so clearly despite his hyung knowing nothing of yet.
Yoongi was pulled back down to Earth when Hoseok slightly bent down to get into Yoongi’s line of vision. The photographer hadn’t realized that he was staring down with wide eyes, chewing hard on his bottom lip. His eyes flickered to meet with Hoseok’s, that of course were freaking sparkling even more than the fresh water next to them.
“What do you say?”
“I…I really couldn’t—“
“Nonsense!” The man beamed. Yoongi’s eyes followed the man’s hand as it reached out to touch Yoongi’s shoulder. Time had slowed down and all of a sudden Yoongi was in sensory overload; noticing every single vein on the man’s hand, in complete awe over the shape of his slender fingers and the few plain rings on his fingers.
God, even his fingers were beautiful?
“I insist!” His lively voice brought Yoongi back again. Yoongi couldn’t remember how to formulate a sentence for half a minute as his eyes kept flickering between the man’s hand on his shoulder and his glowing face.
Min Yoongi was fucked.
“Sure.”
“Great! I think there is a Starbucks just up the street!”
Together they ventured up the street. Yoongi quickly learned that his name was Jung Hoseok and that he was in Canada for the summer to study dance at a particular workshop that was being held in the city. He only had one month left before he would return to Korea to continue his final semester in dance.
“I’ve been here for three months,” Hoseok chuckled as he looked down to his coffee; Yoongi also looked there, but mainly to gaze at Hoseok’s hands that wrapped around the mug for warmth. It had cooled down quite a bit as the sun fell. “But I still can’t speak English…”
Yoongi shrugged, “English is tough.”
“You seem to speak it well.”
There was no controlling the eye roll that nearly sent Yoongi back into his seat. It had not been directed at Hoseok, but rather his best friend that was thousands of miles away.
“No…my best friend is really good at English and likes to show off, so if I wanted to understand what he was saying…I had to improve my English skill.”
Hoseok’s laughter was truly heavenly; bubbly and so radiant. It made Yoongi’s fingers drum nervously against his own cup, just so he could ignore the butterflies that danced in his stomach.
“So how long are you here for?” Asked Hoseok. “Are you here for school?”
Yoongi shook his head, “No. I’m just…here on vacation—well, more like a business trip? I don’t know, I came here to take photos.”
“Ah…well, Canada is really pretty,” Hoseok agreed. Yoongi couldn’t miss how Hoseok’s high cheeks became rosy, or how his eyes gazed out the window as he was clearly deep in thought. “You…took a lot of photos earlier?”
Someone kill me was Yoongi’s initial thought. He questioned whether or not he should run across the road and jump into the dock so he could sink to the bottom of a foreign lake where he would never be found. If Namjoon ever wondered where he was, he would have to wait for global news to break out that some crazy photographer jumped to his death over his overwhelming embarrassment.
“Y-yeah…” Yoongi agreed. Finally he sighed in defeat and fell back into his chair. “Look…I didn’t mean to be a creep but…you have something that is just…really interesting and just…looks really good on camera.”
Yoongi wasn’t quite sure how to read the shock on the other’s face. He was blushing profusely, and his eyes blinked hard as he stared at Yoongi as if he were truly strange. Hoseok shook his head as nervous laughter spilled from his lips.
“No way…there’s no way—“
“You’re really charismatic…even when you aren’t interacting with others,” Yoongi sputtered out, hoping to maybe salvage this—or make it worse? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that Seokjin was still screaming in his ear to save this, which was just as horrifying as the odd skip of his heart.
“And you have…nice proportions—I mean, from an artistic perspective…and I don’t know…just really refreshing?”
Yoongi finally cringed at himself and forced his lips shut. There was no saving this moment; Yoongi should just change his flight back to Korea to tomorrow so he wouldn’t risk running into Jung Hoseok again. That way he would at least die by the hand of his best friends and not his own pitiful attempt.
A part of Yoongi had expected Hoseok to call him a creep and march out after cursing him out. Another part of him thought that Hoseok would just remain silent and polite before they part ways and never meet again.
Neither came to slap him in the face; in fact, he heard that same laughter from earlier. Yoongi opened his eyes, almost painfully so. He was gifted with Hoseok’s glowing expression as his laughter filled the air.
“Wow, that’s the first time I’ve ever heard anything like that!” He exclaimed. He playfully leaned forward on the table on his elbows, cradling his head in his hands as he tilted his head to the side.
“Am I really that handsome, Yoongi-ssi?”
A part of Min Yoongi wished that one of the prior situations had taken place, just so he wouldn’t have to deal with the internal combustion that was taking place within his being. It took every ounce of Yoongi to keep himself from bursting into flames and melting into nothingness.
How was this young man so perfect?
Yoongi wasn’t sure. Bute despite the miscalculated fireworks shooting off from within Yoongi and practically setting his insides on fire, Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon did not raise Yoongi to be a quitter—and more importantly, Min Yoongi had never been an open book. He was cool, chic and carried himself well. Naturally Yoongi could not allow the sudden confidence of this radiant sun to blind Yoongi.
No, he needed to put on his sunglasses and act cool.
“Yeah,” Yoongi confessed in a tone that was rather flat and simple. “You are.”
Just as Yoongi had hoped, his bluntness had flustered Hoseok. His bright smile had subdued to a straight line and his eyes wide. Pride swelled in Yoongi as he reeled back the control in his conversation and had even shocked this rather boisterous sunflower before him.
“Ah…” Hoseok chuckled, his eyes flickered down to his drink. “Th-thanks…”
“Well, now that awkward confession is out in the open,” Yoongi straightened himself up in his seat and took his coffee into his hands, pretending that they weren’t trembling as he reached out for the warm cup. “Would you be interested in modeling for me while I’m in the country?”
Yoongi tried not to focus on the wideness of Hoseok’s eyes, even though staring at his lips probably wasn’t much better. He had a mole on his top lip—cute, thought Yoongi.
Really cute.
“R-really?”
“Mmm…I’m here for the month…so it wouldn’t be every day,” Yoongi brought his attention back to Hoseok’s eyes. “But…every once in a while…I’d like it if you modeled for me.”
A breathy laughter left Hoseok’s mouth, leaving Yoongi with an impression that the dancer really wasn’t sure. “I’m…I’m not a model.”
“No,” Yoongi agreed. “But you have charisma, and you’re handsome—that’s enough for me.”
Hoseok’s Adams apple bobbed, and his fingers drummed against his cup. His eyes searched everywhere in the room before meeting Yoongi’s. It was an endearing gesture, thought Yoongi, as if Hoseok were questioning whether or not this was reality or not. Yoongi himself had been asking himself the same thing the entire time.
“I…I guess it could be fun.”
“So you’ll do it?”
“Sure. I can’t today because I have dance class tonight…but is tomorrow okay to start?”
Yoongi really couldn’t comprehend the fact that this was happening. He was not sure when he had started smiling, but his cheeks were already hurting from how widely he was smiling. Yoongi nodded.
“That sounds great—“
If it were not the curse of Kim Seokjin in the back of his mind screaming at him, Min Yoongi would have just left right then without setting a time or a place to meet. This was all already too much. But Kim Seokjin’s mouth was at his ear, screaming far too loud.
“GET HIS KAKAO*. SET A TIME AND PLACE. NOW. MIN. YOON. GI.”
“Can I get your Kakao ID?” Yoongi asked as he took his phone from his pocket. “Then we can figure out a place?”
Hoseok smiled softly and nodded, “Sure.”
With that they exchange contact information and final smiles. Yoongi bowed and thanked Hoseok for the coffee (purposefully keeping out the part of thanking Hoseok for being so fucking radiant and beautiful); Hoseok had bowed and thanked Yoongi for saving him and giving him a fun opportunity.
Then they left.
+
* MARRIED FUCKS *
MYG
Is anyone awake?
KSJ
LOOK WHO FINALLY DECIDES TO MESSAGE!
SO UR ALIVE HUH?
KMJ
How’s Canada? Cold?
MYG
It’s kind of chilly but nice
But that’s not y I’m messagin
I
Uh…
KSJ
Well…u gonna spit it out?
KNJ
What? Did u fall in luv after like…a week?
MYG
Not…in luv…
KSJ
HOLY FUCK
SEND PICS
OR HE AIN’T REAL
AND DON’T SAY U DON’T GOT ANY
KMJ
Ye…we kno u hyung…give us the goods…
MYG
I hate both of u
*sends 5 files*
KSJ
Wow…he cute. A+ would fuck.
KNJ
….
KSJ
If I didn’t have u joonie~<3
MYG
Fuck u both
KSJ
Sorry Yoonie, we exclusive
KSJ
Kkkkkkkk
MYG
TT TT TT TT … nvm abt this
KSJ
So u got his # right? Or do I gotta call u and scream at u?
KNJ
Nah, hyung…he probs just stalked from afar like usual…kkkkkk
MYG
I saved him from a hobo & asked him to b my model
KNJ
????!?????? KKKKKKKKKKK REALLY?
KSJ
I have a hard time believing this but…go on
MYG
I’m serious?? We r gonna meet tomorrow…
KSJ
Joonie, our Yoonie is growin’ up and hookin’ up on the other side of the world!
KNJ
I’m so proud
MYG
I hate both of u. y are u even awake at this hour?
KSJ
Wouldn’t u like 2 kno >;P
U want some tips for when u get in that cutie?
KNJ
KKKK HYUNG
MYG
bye
SKJ
Don’t forget lube~
Use protection!
Joon-ah, is lube in English just lube?
MYG
Bye
+ +
Yoongi was running late.
Of course he was running late in meeting Jung Hoseok for their first photo shoot together, and not only that, his second meeting with the handsome dancer. They had messaged briefly last night about meeting at Dundas station, as Yoongi wanted to get some more street-style shots in Dundas square. It was very similar to Central Square in New York City—but it had its own flare to it.
He found Hoseok in Dundas square, leaning against a post as Yonge Street stretched out behind him, lights of restaurants and shops flashing behind him. Yoongi couldn’t help but snap a picture before approaching the dancer.
Hoseok didn’t notice, thankfully. Yoongi then came to Hoseok with a shy smile.
“Hey, sorry I’m late.”
“Oh!” Hoseok jumped just a tad, before bowing softly to Yoongi and smiling that same radiant smile. “That’s okay! I just got here myself.”
What a liar. I’ve been staring at you for ten minutes.
But Yoongi would never admit that.
“You look great.” Yoongi really did enjoy Hoseok’s street-style; it catered to the atmosphere of the shoot that he had in his mind.
Hoseok chuckled as he scratched at the hairs on the nape of his neck, “Ah…I’m glad—I wasn’t sure what to wear but…my roommate kind of helped out…”
“Your roommate seems fashionable,” Yoongi teased as he looked down at his camera to fix the settings. He wanted everything to be just right.
“Well…both of them are pretty much fashionistas in their own right…”
“Do all the handsome men in Korea go abroad then?” Yoongi wanted to joke around for his own sake. He did not want to come across as too cold as he maybe had yesterday, and it was very blatantly obvious that Hoseok was nervous by the way he tugged on the cuffs of his jacket sleeves and how he couldn’t quite stand still.
Hoseok’s laughter was louder than any other voice around Yoongi; maybe it was really loud or Yoongi had tuned himself to Hoseok’s contagious laughter.
“Seems to be that way.”
Yoongi’s eyes flickered up to Hoseok; although his eyes read of confusion, he could feel his heart throbbing in his chest from the persistent pounding. He could not help the heat that swallowed his face as Hoseok smirked at him with the same playful expression as yesterday.
“Right, Yoongi-ssi?”
“Hyung is fine.” Yoongi cleared his throat as he finally took steps back from Hoseok to catch him amongst the lively surroundings.
“Oh…uh what should I do…Hyung?”
Yoongi shrugged and chuckled, “Just be natural.”
It was a tall order, Yoongi knew. Jung Hoseok was not a model by any professional standards; he was not trained, nor did he have even the slightest experience. At the beginning it showed as Hoseok was indeed quite awkward and confused on what to do.
“Hoseok-ssi,” Yoongi called out, still peering at Hoseok through his lense.
“Yes?”
The startled, confused expression on Hoseok’s face was priceless—Yoongi pressed the button.
“You’re a dancer right?”
Hoseok nodded as he buried his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Yes.”
“You’ve done performances before, right?” Yoongi questioned. “You’ve been on stage?”
Yoongi had not meant to sound demeaning or challenging to the dancer; it was likely just Yoongi’s ‘working’ voice coming out, which Kim Seokjin and one of Yoongi’s classmates Jeon Jungkook always expressed their distaste towards.
“You sound like you hate me, Hyung…” Jeon Jungkook would whine. “Just explain how this works, don’t make me feel like shit.”
Initially Hoseok looked taken back by the question; his body stiffened awkwardly and his eyebrows narrowed down. There was not enough time for Yoongi’s heart to sink down to his middle in guilt, as Hoseok puffed his chest and took a step forward in confidence.
“Of course I have!” He exclaimed. “I’m one of the top in Korea.”
“Then show me.”
Yoongi took his camera from his eye so he could meet with Hoseok’s eyes. The loud bustling streets of Toronto were forgotten; the protesters, performers, shoppers and tourists were all forgotten for just one single person that stood before them.
“Show me the side that performs on stage.”
The atmosphere shifted and confidence had begun to overflow from Hoseok. His expressions captivated Yoongi each time; with each raise of Hoseok’s eyebrow, tilt of his sharp chin or turn of his head to reveal his incredible side profile. He crouched in front of old buildings and leaned against graffitied walls. Yoongi wished he could just have his finger perpetually down on the shutter to capture every single moment that was Jung Hoseok.
“How does it look, Hyung?”
They had been at it for a few hours; between each location downtown Yoongi would pause to show Hoseok how the photos turned out. Even Hoseok seemed a little startled with the composition of some of the photos.
“What do yo’ think?” Yoongi smirked as he clicked through the photos, “facebook profile worthy?”
Hoseok’s laughter was soft next to him. Yoongi turned and had hardly noticed that Hoseok had been standing so close, his shoulder practically pressed into Yoongi’s and his head next to Yoongi’s as he stared down at the photos.
“I think so,” Hoseok agreed. “At least a few of them.”
“You’re welcome,” Yoongi teased.
“Thanks, Hyung.”
Yoongi took Hoseok out for dinner downtown following their session. It had not been anything particularly special—just some Korean barbeque restaurant since both of them were feeling a little homesick. Conversation had flowed a lot better than Yoongi had anticipated; he had predicted Hoseok to be as exhausted as he was. But Hoseok proved to be a bundle of energy as he asked Yoongi questions about his career in Korea and why he decided to come to Canada. In turn Yoongi asked Hoseok about his life here and learned about Hoseok’s rather eccentric roommates Jimin and Taehyung—they had come together from Korea to go to the workshop.
They set another date for a photo shoot a few days later.
KSJ
ur so whipped…these photos r incredible
KNJ
u textin’ him?
MYG
fuck u, thnx and kind of…
I send him photos when I finish editing
and then I ask if I can put them on my site…
KNJ
Shit. Ur getting good responses for the photos hyung
congrats!
MYG
- . –
KSJ
…
…
So have u hooked up yet?
MYG
Fuck off
They texted between photo shoot days, which turned out to be about three times a week for a few hours. Sometimes Yoongi wouldn’t just take photos of Hoseok but of other things while Hoseok rested, and Hoseok would watch Yoongi in great curiosity and awe. Yoongi often treated Hoseok for lunch or dinner after a session as payment for Hoseok’s hard work. They had been to nearly every part of the city except for High Park, which was their next location.
Yoongi had anticipated High Park more than anything; a large park on the West end of the city full of varying trees. Although it wouldn’t be Quebec, Yoongi could still admire the changing colours of the leaves that coloured the blue sky above them.
Even with the beauty of the trees, Yoongi had a hard time deciding whether or not the trees were prettier than Hoseok or not.
After just a few photos, Yoongi had made his decision.
“It’s really beautiful today,” Hoseok hummed as stretched his arms up to embrace the crisp fall air. Yoongi pressed the shutter button.
“Mmm…” Yoongi hummed in agreement.
“The leaves are starting to fall!” Hoseok exclaimed excitedly as he reached for the falling maple leaves. Yoongi couldn’t help but chuckle at Hoseok and his feeble attempts to catch a leaf. Even if Hoseok was graceful as the leaves that fell, he still couldn’t reach one.
Yoongi was close as he captured Hoseok reaching for a leaf and grabbing it by its stem. Hoseok’s gasp and cheer in delight made Yoongi laugh. Capturing that smile was worth more than any other artistic photo he had taken previously.
Just like the changing colour of the leaves, the atmosphere between the two changed. It was not a sudden realization, but rather a dawning one that spanned over a minute or two. Hoseok’s eyes gazed down at the red maple leaf that he had caught, Yoongi capturing the depth of his expression; thoughtful and innocent.
Hoseok then looked into the camera lens with flushed cheeks and a startled expression that Yoongi really hadn’t seen before. This time, Yoongi realized, Hoseok wasn’t looking at the camera lens—but instead he was staring right at Yoongi.
Arguably, every single Korean had watched Goblin. The famous Drama starring the handsome Gong Yoo and the beautiful Kim Go-Eun—the very scene of the two main characters walking through Quebec during the fall had made Canada such a hot spot for Koreans. Together they walk through the park littered with yellow, orange and red leaves. The heroine tries to catch a leaf as it is said that one who catches a falling leaf on its way down, your love with the person you’re walking with will come true.
Every Korean knew that. It was practically law now.
And now Jung Hoseok was staring at Min Yoongi, the very person next to him after catching a leaf on its way down.
“Nice catch…” was Yoongi’s only response as he stood up straight, unable to meet Hoseok’s eye again. Hoseok cleared his throat as he let the leaf fall from his hands and to the ground.
“Thanks.”
“I think that’s enough for today,” Yoongi yawned as he stretched his back. It had been a few hours they had spent in the park. He really wanted to take a nap since he has spent too many nights editing photos and skyping with Namjoon, Seokjin (Jungkook joining occasionally) to talk about Hoseok as well as other things.
Together they walked without talking much towards the subway. It was until they were just a few stops away from Yoongi’s stop until Hoseok asked.
“Ah…Hyung…I was wondering if you wanted to…maybe go to the club tomorrow night with me and my roommates?”
Yoongi’s eyes widened as he turned to Hoseok, his finger pointed towards himself. “Me?”
“Of course,” Hoseok chuckled. “I’ve told my roommates lots about you, and they want to meet you…what do you say?”
“I don’t know…” Yoongi fiddled with the strap of his camera bag.
Hoseok bumped Yoongi playfully with his shoulder, “Common, do ever step out from behind your camera?”
Yoongi sincerely hoped that his flush wasn’t as apparent as it felt.
“Fine.”
“Great!” Hoseok grinned as Yoongi stood to get off. “I’ll text you the location. We’ll supply drinks for predrinnking.”
“Alright. See you tomorrow.”
“See you, Hyung!”
+
Min Yoongi was so fucked.
Well, that was more what Seokjin and Namjoon hoped for their friend. They had been mildly disappointed that Yoongi hadn’t made much progress with Hoseok (of course he completely omitted what happened in the park since he knew he would never live it down). All hope had not been lost when Yoongi said he was going to go clubbing with Hoseok and his roommates.
“You better get it, Min Yoongi!” Seokjin barked. Namjoon chimed in, “Yeah, you’re not allowed to come back until you get with him!”
Yoongi still had no plans of the sort. Jung Hoseok was beautiful and as radiant as the sun, inside and out. There was a deep admiration and inspiration that Yoongi felt about the dancer and how passionate he was about dance. They shared similar music tastes, as well, Yoongi was quick to realize after Hoseok had seen what Yoongi was listening to when they met up one afternoon. Hoseok, to Min Yoongi, was perfect.
But Yoongi didn’t think Hoseok felt the same for him.
So he kept quiet—besides, it has only been two and a half weeks and he only has two weeks left before he returns to Korea…maybe never to see Jung Hoseok again.
Of course, that didn’t mean Yoongi couldn’t have fun. So that was his plan; meet Hoseok’s roommates and have some fun.
Hoseok had not been lying when he said that his roommates were fashionable and extroverted people. Yoongi could hardly stand to look at Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung all at once; they were all very bright in their own ways. Seokjin likely would have dubbed them as ‘sunshine line’ while he, Namjoon and Yoongi were the moody hyungs—Jungkook could file in either category to be honest.
Yoongi suddenly like the idea of all of them being together at once.
“Wah…Yoongi Hyung is really as handsome as Hobi Hyung said!” Taehyung had teased a little too openly as he examined Yoongi, circling him like prey. Yoongi did his best to seem nonchalant about it all, but he couldn’t help the twitch of his eyebrow that Hoseok quickly recognized as annoyance or uncomfortableness.
“Ya!” Hoseok swatted Taehyung on the back of the head. “You’re so noisy and rude!”
“Well, Tae isn’t wrong,” Jimin grinned as he took a sip of his drink. Park Jimin was an interesting person, thought Yoongi. Jungkook would have liked him—the young man seemed innocent with a pretty eye smile and plump lips, but there was something in the way that he carried himself with confidence and spoke so suavely. He didn’t seem as innocent as he looked, at least, not in comparison to Taehyung.
“Can we hurry up and drink so we can get to the club?” Hoseok whined as he handed Yoongi a beer. Their fingers brushed.
But of course Yoongi tried not to think about it.
He also tried not to think of how he sat next to Hoseok so unnecessarily on the couch—it wasn’t by choice. Hoseok had pulled him to sit next to him to avoid Taehyung and Jimin’s antics. Mostly dancing ridiculously while dancing.
“Common, Yoongi Hyung, aren’t we handsome enough to take photos?” Taehyung posed dramatically with Park Jimin. Laughter burst from Yoongi’s lips, the alcohol pulled Yoongi to lean against Hoseok almost shyly.
“Yeah. Wouldn’t you say, Hoseokie Hyung?”
Hoseok’s face scrunched up and he slung his arm around Yoongi’s neck. “No way! I’m Hyung’s model!”
Yoongi couldn’t stop laughing, allowing himself to press into Hoseok’s side; they were really interesting kids.
After a few more drinks they were buzzed enough to leave together. Yoongi walked alongside Jimin as Hoseok and Taehyung were walking (dancing?) in front of them. It was at that moment that Yoongi really drunk in Hoseok’s outfit; mainly his jeans that clung to his muscled legs.
“He’s got a nice ass, I know,” Jimin teased from next to Yoongi.
“I wasn’t…”
“No of course not!” Jimin exclaimed. “You’re a photographer that’s admiring art, right?”
Yoongi smirked. He liked Jimin.
“Yeah. Exactly.”
“Exactly. Hopefully you’ll get to see that art up close in personal tonight—Hyung really knows how to move.”
Park Jimin was not joking, and Jung Hoseok was no joke. Yoongi had mostly confided himself to the bar, nursing a beer as the other three danced. An intense anatomy study of Jung Hoseok was going on Min Yoongi’s mind, at least, that was what he told himself. He tried to figure how Hoseok’s limbs and muscles popped to the beat, or how his chest rolled and his hips swayed.
He was really curious.
Just curious.
“Common, Hyung!” Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows as he came to seduce Yoongi onto the dance floor with him. The raven-haired man shook his head; his body was already hot enough from the amount of bodies in the room and Hoseok’s dancing. He didn’t need to have sweat rolling down his back.
“I’m not a dancer,” Yoongi confessed. “I’d rather watch you dance…you’re incredible, you know? I wish I had my camera—“
Air hitched in Yoongi’s throat as Hoseok’s hand came to wrap around Yoongi’s wrist. “Common Hyung, you should live a little outside of your camera lens and dance with me.”
There was no arguing against Hoseok; no arguing the way he pulled Yoongi onto the dance floor with him amongst the pressed bodies. There was no arguing how Hoseok turned Yoongi around and pressed his back into Yoongi’s chest.
Yoongi was losing it now.
He moved to the beat the best way he knew how; Hoseok very helpful with his hands on Yoongi’s hips. It had been a while since Yoongi had gone dancing like this, pressed against another man.
Yoongi knew that this could be much better if Hoseok was dancing against him and he could see it. So he turned, eyes hooded and hungry as he met with Hoseok’s. The dancer read the message very easily and spun at the request of Yoongi’s pressing fingers. Yoongi’s anatomy study continued as he observed Hoseok’s strong hips that moved in his hands, the body rolls that pressed back against Yoongi’s chest.
It was getting far too hot.
Way too fast.
Jimin and Taehyung come back with more shots. They drink more.
And more.
They dance more.
Yoongi hadn’t realized how possessive he had become of Hoseok as they danced; pulling him closer whenever anyone else neared.
Hoseok had done the same.
It had almost been perfect if it hadn’t been for a drunken Kim Taehyung.
“He’s throwing up everywhere, we gotta go!” Jimin had pulled Hoseok and Yoongi out of the crowd. Kim Taehyung was outside of the club throwing up his entire life to the curb. If Yoongi hadn’t been entirely drunken himself, he would’ve maybe laughed or maybe been annoyed—but he himself tried to fight the urge to throw up at the sight.
“H-hyung…you’re d-drunk…you sh-should just come with us,” Hoseok kept hiccupping between words as he reached out for Yoongi’s hand. God was it endearing how his cheeks were flushed, hair array from Yoongi’s hands running through it on the dance floor—he looked incredibly hot except for the precious hiccups that escaped his heart-shaped lips.
“Sure,” Yoongi shrugged. “Looks like you could use a hand.”
The cab ride to the apartment would have been perfect if it had just been Yoongi and Hoseok. He could imagine pulling Hoseok close, allowing the younger to nuzzle his face into the crook of Yoongi’s neck while the held hands with intertwined fingers. Then they would stumble into Hoseok’s apartment and accidentally stumble into his bed.
No—instead Yoongi was holding a bag for a sick Kim Taehyung as he continued to throw up. Meanwhile Hoseok’s arms were snaked around Yoongi’s waist, his face pressed against Yoongi’s shoulder as he whined about being tired.
This was not how he had hoped this evening would turn out.
Jimin took Taehyung when they arrived at the apartment. Yoongi wasn’t sure what was happening besides the fact that Jimin dragged Taehyung to the bathroom and locked themselves in. Hoseok stumbled as he slipped his shoes off, his hand clutching to Yoongi’s shirt for balance.
“S’okay…they do this every weekend…”
“Charming,” Yoongi snorted as he slipped his shoes off.
“You…can stay in my room…if you’re okay with it…” Hoseok yawned to hide his flustered expression, his hand wrapping around Yoongi’s wrist again. He nodded and slipped his hand into Hoseok’s to support him on their way to the bedroom.
Hoseok was definitely too drunk for anything, which was fine since Yoongi was starting to sober up and his head was beginning to ache.
“I’ve got…clothes…somewhere…” Hoseok slipped his hand away from Yoongi’s upon entering his bedroom to stumble towards his dresser. Yoongi caught Hoseok in his arms, allowing the dancer to melt into his arms and nuzzle into Yoongi’s neck.
“S’okay…I’ll just sleep in my t-shirt…common, let’s get you to bed.”
“Hyung…I’m so embarrassed…” Hoseok laughed as he fell back onto his bed. Yoongi sighed as he scratched the back of his neck. How was it that even while completely wasted with messy hair and arrayed clothes, Jung Hoseok was still the most beautiful person Yoongi had ever seen.
“Are you sleeping in that?”
Hoseok pouted—Yoongi wanted to cringe at how his heart hurt.
“Too tired…to drunk…” Hoseok whined as he slung his arm over his forehead dramatically.
Yoongi rolled his eyes and sighed, “Common…I’ll help you…”
He helped Hoseok out of his jeans, choosing to completely ignore Hoseok’s toned thighs and whatever was going on in his boxers. He then unbuttoned Hoseok’s shirt and pulled it off so he was just in a plain white T.
“Into bed,” Yoongi grunted as he rolled Hoseok onto bed and covered him up. Yoongi then stripped down to just boxers and a t-shirt before he turned off the light and crawled in next to Hoseok. It was strange to just lie in bed with Hoseok; however, he was exhausted and really didn’t want to sleep on the couch with only God knows what on it.
“Hyung…”
Hoseok’s voice was the softest Yoongi had ever heard it.
“Mmmm?”
“Do you really…thing I’m good looking?”
Yoongi’s eyebrows narrowed and he turned on his side to face Hoseok. The dancer turned his head to look to Yoongi while lying on his back. His expression was soft, truly curious. The fact that he seemed so unsure of himself made Yoongi’s heart ache.
“I really do,” Yoongi confessed to Hoseok quietly. “So handsome that I just have to take photos of you…you’re really beautiful Jung Hoseok…”
Hoseok flushed and his hands came over his face as he whined. “I don’t get it…”
Yoongi chuckled, completely enamoured by the younger. He reached for Hoseok and pulled him into his arms, finally allowing himself to nuzzle his face into the grapefruit-coloured hair. The initially stiff Jung Hoseok relaxed into Yoongi’s arms and allowed their legs to tangle and his arm to sling over Yoongi’s waist.
“You’re really beautiful, Jung Hoseok…” Yoongi confesses once more to Hoseok into his ear. “Inside and out.”
+
The morning arrived and Yoongi was cold.
He had expected a grapefruit haired boy’s head on his chest, an arm slung over his torso and legs tied with his own. He had expected the warmth of the sun to greet him that morning; but instead he was alone. It left a little bitter taste in his mouth for all but two minutes until he could hear water running.
Hoseok was likely having a shower.
Yoongi felt gross from the previous night’s endeavours, so he really could not complain or blame the dancer.
He took his phone out and noticed that he had received texts from his most hated married couple on the other end of the world.
KSJ
So…did you get it?
You go it right?
KNJ
Clubbing went well?
He’s not answering hyung…
I think it went well.
MYG
I did stay over
I did sleep in his bed
But I didn’t get it.
KSJ
WHY??
KNJ
Hyung…I trusted you…
MYG
Everyone got super drunk
So we just went home
And slept
KSJ
So no progress?
MYG
We danced…
Closely…
And….
I kind of…confessed
KMJ
KEEPIN’ IT CLASSY HYUNG
“Oh, Hyung, you’re awake!”
Yoongi abandoned his phone immediately to give his attention to the sun that greeted him with a warm smile. Even with damp hair Hoseok looked fresh and beautiful.
“Yeah…”
“Do you want a shower? You smell.”
Laughter always came so easy when with Hoseok, Yoongi thinks. Even with a hangover and an exhausted body from dancing, he still couldn’t help but laugh. He holds his hands out for Hoseok to help him, which he does and holds Yoongi’s hands a little longer than he should have.
Yoongi wanted to kiss his shy smile.
But he didn’t and instead showered.
He rejoined Hoseok on the couch in the living room in clothes that Yoongi let him borrow. Their breakfast is light, just fruit and bread since neither could stomach much. Neither of them speak much either but just take in each other’s company. It’s nice, Yoongi had thought.
Being with Hoseok was so easy.
Especially since they sat so close on a couch that was large enough to sit four people. Their thighs pressed together and their arms practically overlapping the other. Yoongi was tempted to take Hoseok’s hand to bring into his lap.
But he didn’t.
“Hyung…”
Yoongi turned his head and Hoseok was looking at Yoongi tiredly, his head leaned back against the back of the couch. Yoongi’s fingers twitched, he wanted to brush the stray hairs in Hoseok’s eyes that he didn’t bother to move.
“Mmm?”
“Did you really mean what you said last night?”
The sudden urge to throw up hadn’t been so real to Yoongi as it had in that moment. He thought he had control of his body despite the hangover, but the butterflies that suddenly were set free from within him tickled at his insides and made him feel so incredibly wiggly.
Yoongi wanted to die.
But Hoseok wouldn’t let him—not with such a gentle gaze and soothing voice.
“Mmm…I meant it,” Yoongi’s voice was low, just above a hum. He didn’t ignore the blush that swallowed Hoseok’s apple cheeks, all the way up to the tips of his little ears.
“Thank you,” Hoseok’s smile eases the anxiousness in Yoongi. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me.”
Yoongi wanted to be able to meet with Hoseok every single day of the year and let it be known to the dancer that he was beautiful inside and out. He longed to take photos of Hoseok every day to show him just how handsome he was.
“Well…I really meant it…” Yoongi told Hoseok as he finally pulled enough courage to brush the hairs from Hoseok’s eyes away; his heart fluttered again the same way Hoseok’s eyelashes fluttered at the touch. Yoongi’s hand dropped over Hoseok’s hand in his lap, his thumb stroked the soft skin of the hand that was just a little smaller than his.
“I wish you could just stay here…” Hoseok hummed as he turned his hand over, his fingers slotted between Yoongi’s. “I’d let you take pictures of me every day if that would make you stay.”
He laughed when he said those words, but Yoongi took it very literally. He couldn’t change the date of his flight, but something else had come to mind. His fingers tightened around Hoseok’s as he pressed in closer to the dancer.
“I would if I could,” Yoongi’s chuckle was quiet. “I actually have to go back to Korea to do a shoot for Dazed and…I…”
There was a long pause as Yoongi took in every single feature of Jung Hoseok’s face. The more he stared at him the more he fell in love with every aspect of his face, each feature—perfect or imperfect. Yoongi loved it all so much.
“Was wondering if you’d be my model.”
Hoseok’s eyes grew larger than Yoongi had ever seen them; his hand trembled in Yoongi’s as he choked out.
“W-what? Aren’t…aren’t there professional models that do that!?”
Yoongi patted their hands with his other hand as he laughed at how cute Hoseok’s exclamation was.
“There are. But I get to choose the model, and I really…really want it to be you.”
“I…I can’t…”
“WHY NOT!”
It hadn’t been Yoongi’s voice that boomed throughout the apartment, but instead Hoseok’s two roommates. Both were only in their boxers, exhausted and almost a little insane looking. Jimin’s bulging arms were crossed at his broad chest with Taehyung was pulling at his hair.
“Hyung! This is a great opportunity! You should do it!”
“I…” Hoseok gulped. Yoongi turned to Hoseok and stroked his hand softly, “Just think about it. You don’t have to…but if you’re in Korea…I’d love you to do it.”
“I’ll…think about it.”
+
They met again a few days later for another shoot. It had not been long, as Yoongi was more interested in spending time with Hoseok than actually doing the shoot. Hoseok had become aware of that in how Yoongi did not direct Hoseok as much and spent more time observing and talking to Hoseok outside of his camera lens that behind it.
Even so, Yoongi insisted on taking Hoseok out for dinner. Reality was setting in for Min Yoongi; he didn’t have much time left in Canada, and soon he would have to leave the diverse city full of colourful leaves. He would return to his regular life as a rising photographer, searching for someone or something that would make him burn passionately as Hoseok had.
He wasn’t very confident that he would ever find such a person or come across such a thing—he sincerely hoped Hoseok would accept his request.
“Hyung, you’ve hardly talked since we got here.”
Yoongi had not intended to be so quiet; but he couldn’t help it. He had asked Hoseok about his dance workshop, to which Hoseok exclaimed how fun it was with such grand gestures and a smile that lit the room. Yoongi could not help but gaze at Hoseok, drinking in his face while absorbing every single passionate word that left the dancer’s mouth.
“Sorry,” Yoongi hummed before taking a sip of his beer. “I just really enjoy hearing you talk about dance.”
Hoseok’s eyebrows raised, he cradled his head in his hand as his elbow leaned forward on the table.
“Really? But you don’t like dancing.”
“No,” Yoongi agreed with a soft chuckle. “But anything can sound exciting when someone is speaking about it so passionately.”
Pride swelled in Yoongi yet again as he knew he was the reason behind Hoseok’s flush. He loved the many sides of Jung Hoseok; confident and excitable, but then suddenly shy and humble. It amazed him how someone could change so quickly—Yoongi longed to continue to capture those moments.
“What are you talking about?” Hoseok tried to laugh it off, his voice breathy and unstable.
There isn’t a lot of time left, Min Yoongi. What are you waiting for!?
He reached across the table to cover Hoseok’s hand. He loved how smooth his hands were despite how strong they were; he loved how easily Hoseok’s fingers slipped between his, like they were made for him.
“I’ve never met someone so hardworking, pure and just…so beautiful while they’re talking about their passion. It’s inspiring.”
This time Hoseok didn’t laugh at him, nor did he swat Yoongi away in attempt to be bashful. No, this time his fingers tightened around Yoongi’s and his voice became just as thoughtful.
“You just flew to another country to take photos, Hyung…I’ve never seen any photographer spend more time behind their camera than you…you’re really passionate and special too, you know.”
It was Yoongi’s turn to blush, but this time he welcomed it. He welcomed the quick icy cool liquid down his throat that eased his blush for only a moment, then allowed the buzz to warm him again. Min Yoongi welcomed the tug of Hoseok’s hand that led them outside of the bar and down a side street. He welcomed the taste of alcohol on Hoseok’s tongue, and the content sigh into his mouth.
Yoongi was more than accepting now, holding nothing back. He pulled Hoseok in as the dancer pressed him against the wall. He allowed his hands to press against Hoseok’s back as lips trailed down his neck and bruised his collarbones.
Most of all, he was welcoming of the bed sheets that he fell against and the warmth that overcame him as Hoseok crawled atop of him. Yoongi’s gaze from Hoseok would only break to pull the dancer down to his lips, drinking in every moan and every sigh. He rolled atop of Hoseok, his heart pounding as he felt blinded by Hoseok below him; his grapefruit-hair fanned out on the pillow like a halo.
He really was an angel.
“You’re so beautiful…” Yoongi breathed.
“Hyung…”
Holding nothing back Yoongi made love to Hoseok. Infinite words of praise left his lips and the lips of his new lover. The night had come and gone so quickly, but Yoongi would have never known as he was constantly staring at his sun.
+
The morning came and Yoongi woke first. His face was pressed against a warm chest, his hand also warm from Hoseok’s hand over his. The soft ache of his body reminded him of a good night, one that he knew he would never forget.
He sat up slowly, Hoseok’s hand fell from Yoongi’s hip and onto the bed. The dancer was still fast asleep, his expression peaceful. Yoongi brushed Hoseok’s hair from his forehead, still slightly damp from the heat of last night.
A soft moan escaped Hoseok’s lips as he stretched in his sleep; his strong muscles tensed and showed off to Yoongi with fine definition. Yoongi smirked and continued to brush Hoseok’s hair as his eyes fluttered open.
“Hyung?”
“Mornin’, sunshine.”
Hoseok’s lazy smile set off a warm buzz in the pit of Yoongi’s stomach. He couldn’t help but smile at Hoseok and lean down to press a kiss to his forehead.
“Mornin’…”
“Sleep well?” Yoongi asked as Hoseok dragged Yoongi back down into his arms. The dancer hummed lightly as an answer, his face buried into Yoongi’s raven hair. Yoongi chuckled into Hoseok’s neck, his arms curled around the strong body.
“I’mma assume yes?”
“Mhmmm…”
They lied there a little longer, Yoongi’s fingers trailed up and down Hoseok’s bare spine. He would shiver and nudge Yoongi with his foot, but the photographer didn’t stop. His lips pressed against Hoseok’s shoulder and he would sigh.
“Can I take a photo of you?”
Hoseok chuckled into Yoongi’s hair, “So we’ve reached nude shoot, huh?”
“No,” Yoongi purred into Hoseok’s ear. “That’s only for me.”
Hoseok’s laughter gave Yoongi the same effect he was sure his purring gave to Hoseok. Hoseok kissed Yoongi’s forehead and nodded, “Sure.”
Everything Hoseok did was beautiful in the eyes of Min Yoongi. Even looking at the camera sleepily with only a sheet over his body was stunning to Min Yoongi. He took pride in the little bruises littered across the dancer’s skin, or how messy his hair was against the pillow. Yoongi sucked in his breath at Hoseok sat up, sheets pooled around his waist while his muscles tensed at the position.
Hoseok had expected more photos, but Yoongi set his camera aside to wrap Hoseok into his arms.
“No more?” Hoseok asked as his forehead nuzzled with Yoongi’s. The photographer shook his head as his nose bumped with Hoseok’s.
“No.”
“How come?”
“Because I just want to be with you…” Yoongi’s voice was quiet before he kissed Hoseok again and again and again.
+
It had been a hard last few days together. Yoongi would pick up Hoseok every night after practice just to spend time with him. He no longer too photos of Hoseok and even left his camera at home to show his respect to the dancer.
“You’re more than a pretty face and a hot body.”
That was what Yoongi told him repeatedly whenever they kissed or made love. Hoseok took it all in, took all of Yoongi and his heart away. Each moment they spent together was like a dream, one that they might have had to wake up to.
Hoseok had taken Yoongi to the airport, unable to let go of his hand while they stood waiting outside of security. Yoongi had checked in his bag and ticket, gone to the washroom, and just about everything else one needed to do before flying. He looked to Hoseok, whose eyes looked a little darker and his lips curved into a frown.
“Ya…sunshine, don’t be like that,” Yoongi smiled as he poked at Hoseok’s cheek. “I’ll see you in a month?”
“You really want to see me ain a month?” Hoseok questioned softly. “You’ll wait?”
“Will you wait for me?” Yoongi counter questioned him. Hoseok punched Yoongi softly (in his mind softly, not quite so for the fragile photographer) in the gut, and growled.
“Of course!”
Yoongi chuckled as he rubbed his stomach, “Then why don’t you think I’d wait for you?”
They gazed deep into each other’s eyes. There were so many words unspoken, so many questions unanswered that pertained to whatever relationship they had going on. Neither had discussed being official boyfriends or being exclusive to one another; but they had held hands, kissed and made love just like any other couple would had.
“You know, Hyung…about the magazine—“
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Yoongi quickly interjected. “I’ll come find you…even if you don’t want to do it.”
Hoseok’s flush was deep, Yoongi wanted to press his fingers against the heat but he didn’t. The time for him to leave was nearing, and it was harder to touch Hoseok knowing he wouldn’t for at least a month.
“I want to do it.”
“Really?”
The smile returned and Yoongi no longer felt anxious. Hoseok’s fingers intertwined with Yoongi’s as he nodded quietly.
“Yeah.”
It was time for Yoongi to go through. They hugged for what felt like hours, tight and longing. They kissed one last time, both withheld the tears that threatened their eyes. With a final wave Yoongi called to Hoseok that he would call him when he returned to Korea.
And he did.
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