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| where min yoongi seems to prefer extra black americano, but the red-haired barista is de...
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The phone rings more frequently now and Namjoon religiously ignores those late night calls. Hoseok knows his jagi receives endless fan calls, but he can't help but let those worry-worms twist their way into his mind...
"Joon-ah? Who was it?" Hoseok cannot believe he asked such a question. Trust had never been an issue between them in their blissful union of more than a year. But everything nowadays seems to be so out of place.
"Probably some fan. It's pretty late, aren't you supposed to sleep, babe?" The phone is gently nudged to the side. "You have your photography class early tomorrow." Namjoon has the face of a magician; he'd never let emotion leak through and till today Hoseok, never once, complained about it.
"Are you sure it was, umm, a fan?" He feels nervous even thinking about it. Namjoon cocks his eyebrow slightly, questioningly actually, as if all this is foreign to him. This anxious confrontation.
"The number isn't on my contacts, so, yeah. Is something...wrong?"
The palpable sigh that whooshes out of the red head catches his boyfriend's eyes. "Babe, what's wrong?"
"N-nothing, jagi. I was just wondering who would be ringing you up this late." Hoseok tries and tries and tries not to let the worry-worm dig much further, but... "Well, goodnight then. Don't work for long, Joon-ah." The brunette smiles and leans up from his laptop to place a soft, chaste kiss on Hoseok's lips but the fearful side to the redhead cups Namjoon's cheeks firmly in his palms and deepens the kiss, as if afraid of the demons to steal him away.
"I..., Joon, we're okay, aren't we?" The question slips out before Hoseok can help it. His legs are comfortably wrapped around Namjoon's waist, their bodies are molded into one, and Hoseok's head resounds with his boyfriend's heartbeats. His eyes are stinging for reasons unknown, and before he realizes it, a pair of lush lips are kissing away his salty tears, and whispering sweet everythings into his soft hair. Their arms are locked around each other, both boys scared of what all this is leading to.
"Baby, we're perfect, and I lo..." The rest is lost to Hoseok, for his eyes have drooped on their own and Namjoon's chest fills with love and pain and hurt when he takes in those swollen eyes and puffy lips. It hurts him so, so much to keep such a thing hidden from Hoseok...
But he didn't know. He didn't know, not in a hundred years, that his past was going to resurface and threaten to take away his second love.
