sentimentality || yoonseok

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It was just the town, just the demented minds of the people in it. They weren’t doing anything wrong, they weren’t a disgrace to their family. In fact, their family supported them and loved the other male. They didn’t deserve to be called names, and they weren’t, because they kept their relationship a secret. Tucked away in their pockets tightly and stitched shut for no one to ever peak in.

They would have moved, gotten away from everybody in that damned place, but they couldn’t. It was the closest place to their work, the only small house they could find on their limited combined idol salary. Everything was okay, though, as long as they kept it a secret.

It was something they didn’t want to do, keep their love a small whisper among the close minded people that resided in the houses next to theirs, keep their affection a small shadow blending in with the deep darkness that shrouded the streets. Although it was something that was painful for them both, it was also something that was essential to their safety, what with all of the hate crimes beginning to spring up like small drops of blood on a wound. They were both scared, scared of losing the other in a haze of gun fire and punches, and they would never risk that.

“Hyung, maybe we should move?” Hoseok whispers to the other one afternoon, both of them are sprawled out on the small couch, sweat clinging to their hot skin as they somewhat curl into the other. Their house, besides the practice room and studio, is their only safe place to be themselves, the completely gay, completely in love with each other, selves.

A sigh escapes Yoongi’s lips, shoulders slumping even more as he brings himself into an upright position, clicking on the fan that was sitting next to them. “It’s because of the people here isn’t it?” His small voice echoes through the walls, a small amount of sadness and anger but mostly understanding. Yoongi always remained strong through this, having to deal with talking to his neighbors and listening to their babble about “those damn gays.”

“I can’t stand only being able to hold your hand, or kiss you or hug you in our house or the BigHit building. I want to be able to wrap my arm around your waist and sit out in our front yard together as we laugh and joke and kiss without worrying about someone seeing us.” Hoseok’s voice is louder with more powers then the older’s, and Yoongi knew it was going to come sooner or later.

“I don’t care what people think, Hobi. I love you and I don’t care if people don’t like it because you are the only one I care about.” Yoongi doesn’t look at the other, keeping his eyes focused on the spinning legs of the fan, expelling air that makes his skin sticky with the drying sweat.

“But-”

In a hasty move, Yoongi pushes forward, capturing Hoseok’s lips in a kiss that has him falling back onto the cushion. “No buts, we are a couple, we should be able to act like one.” The older says as he sits back enough to see the glistening features of his beautiful boyfriend.

Hoseok nods slowly, smiling as he lifts his head and presses a kiss to Yoongi’s nose, making the latter pull away slightly and turn his face, concealing a blush that Hoseok already knows is there.

The blush is quickly replaced by a smirk as Yoongi sees an opportunity to show the neighborhood just exactly how close the two men were to each other. In one small movement, Yoongi moves his arms, trapping the other against the cushion of the couch, moving to straddle his hips and smirk at the intake of breath he hears from his boyfriend.

“Yoongi hyung what-”

Another kiss is pressed to Hoseok’s lips, silencing the question he has in his throat and replacing it with a deep groan as the older rocks his hips into Hoseok. “Shhh, you talk to much Hobi. I am just showing the neighborhood how amazing my boyfriend sounds when he is moaning my name.” The sentence is followed by Yoongi trailing his mouth down Hoseok’s neck, sucking and biting at simultaneous spots until he goes straight for the spot that has the younger moaning loudly and bucking his basketball clad hips up.