lover boy; [yoonseok]

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"What the hell do you mean you have to leave?" Hoseok gaped, his throat clenching tightly. In that moment it felt as if all the moisture was sucked from his mouth, leaving him parched with distress. "You've never once mentioned ever having to leave, why the fuck are you bringing this out of the blue Yoongi?" Disconnecting himself from his boyfriend, Hoseok sat up. He brought his knees to his chest and nervously fidgeted with his bony fingers.

"I only live with my grandma in the summers, Seokie, you have to understand I don't have control-" "It's not that I don't understand... it's just a shitty move for you to bring this up how long before you leave?"

Yoongi froze, calculating the number of days left in his head. It really wasn't as long as he thought it was. It had reached a point where every second would count, and the older boy hadn't realized the looming presence of his departure date. Swallowing down the rather worrisome lump in his throat, he croaked out a quiet 'one week'.

Hoseok frowned, the lines of disappointment in his face etched so far deep into his skin they could be compared to canyons. The growing tension in the room between the two boys made sweat form at Yoongi's hairline and the hairs on his neck stand tall. Hoseok took a deep breath, moving to wipe his palms on his sweatpants that hugged his hips just ri- now's really not the time, Yoongi. Preparing himself for a tongue lashing, Yoongi pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked at the boy next to him anxiously.

"Yoongi, I-"

knock, knock, knock

Hoseok paused, the noise from his bedroom door rustling him out of his thoughts. He shook his head, and massaged the bridge of his nose rather violently. "Put a pause on this, we'll talk about it later. Not now."

In a quick second, Hoseok called to the person waiting patiently outside the door. The door creaked open, nudged by a fluffy, pink, sock-clad foot. Mrs. Jung smiled brightly, pushing herself through the door while balancing a tray stacked high with snacks. She quickly sat the tray on Hoseok's desk before seating herself on the end of the bed, across from the boys. "I brought you boys snacks for now, but..." She hummed, either not noticing or purposely ignoring the stiff atmosphere. "I need to go up into town, where there's actually civilization, to grab a few things. I was wondering if either of you boys wanted a ride to the mall for a few hours? It's only 2, that's quite enough time."

Yoongi glanced over at Hoseok, making eye contact in a way that begged him to answer to his mother. Hoseok perked an eyebrow his way, before turning to his mom and beaming in such a way that made Yoongi's heart leap into his throat. He was filled with so much love for Hoseok, he wasn't ready to fight with him ever.

"Sure, I think that sounds good. Can we leave in... half an hour or so?" Hoseok asked, his mother nodding and ruffling her son's hair. With that settled, Mrs. Jung left the room in a flash to change out of the soft pajamas she had been lounging around in.

As the door was shut behind her, the smile quickly fell from Hoseok's face. The younger boy stood up and padded across the room to weed through what snacks were there. A pregnant silence filled the room, making Yoongi groan in frustration.

"Are you going to yell at me or not?" He whined, falling back onto the soft comforter and flailing his limbs about rather childishly. Hoseok stared at him across the room, a cheese puff between his lips, and the bright orange bag clasped between his fingers. He looked rather comical.

The brunette took his time chewing, and pondered what words to say. The entire ordeal left Yoongi on edge, practically shivering in anticipation. Swallowing, Hoseok leaned back against the desk and sighed, looking his boyfriend up and down.

"No. Not now. I'll yell at you tomorrow. Right now, I want to ignore your bullshit antics and have a good time with my usually reasonable boyfriend."

"I love you, Seokseok."

"I hope you choke."

"WOW."

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lmao can you believe yoonseok invented love