lover boy; [yoonseok]

13;

Yoongi pedaled violently up the steep hill to Hoseok's house, his thoughts intruding on the usually peaceful ride. Of course Yoongi was worried about Jimin's situation, but with the end of summer approaching it meant he'd also have to leave both his friend and his boyfriend alone with little to no contact. School was a bitch. The dust billowed around his tires in clouds, dirtying his sneakers and jeans. Sweat gathered on his brow bone despite the chill of late summer as he skid to a halt in front of the familiar house, features immediately breaking into a grin and heart jumping into his throat, his worries temporarily calming.

Laying his precious bike gingerly on the lawn, Yoongi skipped up the steps and barged through the front door. Making a bee-line straight for Hoseok's bedroom, he passed Mrs. Jung with an anxious smile. Hoseok's house had practically become his own with how many times he had been over the summer, the familiar smells and textures in the walls becoming a regular in his schedule. Rapping his knuckles on the oak door, he cracked the door to peek inside at his boyfriend. (The word itself still made him jittery with happiness) The pair had established comfortable boundaries within their relationship; knock before entering (for Hoseok's safe), keep the bedroom door open when they're alone, no sexy stuff yet. Being comfortable was their main concern, and Hoseok's happiness was of most importance.

A tan face on the other side of the ajar door spooked the older boy out of his thoughts, causing him to gasp a bit. Hoseok giggled and pushed the door open before grabbing Yoongi by the wrist and tugging him inside and onto his bed. Their lips connected chastely for a brief second before breaking apart.

"Are you still up for movie night?" Hoseok asked, looking his boyfriend up and down, before quirking his brow. "No funny stuff, of course."

Yoongi put his hands up in mock-offense, frowning at the accusation. "I would never." He breathed, "I just have to ask about something first."

"Hit me." Hoseok said, busying himself with getting his computer set up in front of them. Earlier in the week they had decided on some animated kids movie to watch together, probably a princess story of some sort. Yoongi paused, eyeing the younger up and down before asking confusedly-

"Wait, what? Why would I hit you?" Hoseok deadpanned, before snorting a laugh and brushing it off.

"I meant ask your questions, you dumb baby."

"Oh, uhm... Well. Summer's almost over..." He mumbled, before being interupted by Hoseok again.

"That's right, Sherlock. What about it?" He mused, settling himself comfortably into Yoongi's side and overlapping their legs. Yoongi swallowed nervously, wringing his hands together. For the second time this week he felt as if he could vomit from nervousness.

"Hoseok... I have to leave. I have to go home soon."

"...What?"

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hjfdk this isnt proofread bc i'm in class writing this and it's short but here take it anyway since idk how to write ;;;;