UNIVERSE / BTS.

66: growing pains / 2seok

"so," hoseok says, drinking down a bit more heineken, shuffling around on the couch with seokjin comfortably on his thighs. "why're you and chaeyong not working out?"

seokjin shrugs, knowing he has to make up a lie but his brain is addled with a cocktail of alcohols. "societal pressure on heterosexual relationships," he spurts out, and hoseok raises an eyebrow, probably thinking seokjin's lost it. "the stupid pressure of school social circles. you know what i mean. i'm supposed to date a pretty girl cos i'm a good looking guy, you're supposed to date a popular girl-it's all bullshit."

hoseok laughs. "good thing popular girls fucking suck," he says. seokjin nods.

"they give good head though." he says, absentmindedly, and hoseok spits out his mouthful laughing, tipping his head back and laughing like a man, chest shaking and smile brighter than the stars hidden by polluted clouds.

"you're somethin', seokjin." he says. he looks at seokjin with constellation eyes and venus floating around his head, alcohol in his blood vessels and seeping into his brain. it's because of said poison that seokjin and hoseok end up kissing like inexperienced teenagers, sloppy and all over the place, hands touching every available bit of skin. hoseok's find purpose in tugging on seokjin's honey hued hair, his golden skin explored by seokjin's adventurous fingertips, lips touching in a clash of teeth and tongue that's far too alcohol mixed to be nice. but the drunken pretty boy is riding fucking cloud nine as he kisses the hell out of the drunken athlete, forgetting his fake girlfriend and his mum and the insults thrown at him in the lemon hallways of foxhole high, forgetting everything but how good hoseok's lips taste and how the athlete's calloused basketball hands are under his shirt and hot and fiery against his skin.

"lets," hoseok pants, breaking swollen lips apart. "lets move this private party to somewhere better."

they end up in some fucking cliché first floor locked bathroom, and make out in a haze of strobe lights and throbbing bass music. hoseok tells seokjin he tastes like lip gloss and red wine, and seokjin tells him he tastes like heineken and sweat but he still loves it. one of them loses their shirt and hoseok has seokjin pushed up against the tile walls, a sweaty skinned angel under the light pouring in from the big window, legs hooked around hoseok's waist. they're both far gone spinning in a haze of liquor, lips leaving hickies like roses across collarbones and necks, whispered 'you look so fuckin' beautiful''s and curse words pressed against hot skin, kissing to the soundtrack of flip mo by brockhampton, seokjin's eyes full of a glazy wonder as he takes in hoseok's sweaty bare chest.

they somehow end up in the bathtub/jacuzzi combination, legs tangled as hoseok straddles seokjin, lips parting only when their lungs scream for oxygen and then they laugh breathlessly. when hoseok whispers "fuck, you look like an angel," seokjin only laughs and pulls him in close for another sloppy kiss. they leave no bit of each other untouched, seokjin's skin littered with flowering hickies he'll regret tomorrow and hoseok's chest sporting a few seokjin planted when he got a chance. seokjin can't stop gripping at hoseok's biceps, feeling the muscle flex under his hands, and he full on groans when hoseok's abs clench under his touch. how on earth did he manage to snag the star athlete? seokjin grins through the kiss.

hands begin to wander down south, buckles shamelessly fumbled with, but it's seokjin's phone that cuts them off, vibrating in his front pocket. he breaks their lips to answer, and sees the ID as jisoo-their designated sober one for the night.

SOO 🌻
it's go time bud!
meet us at the main
doorway, we're all
waiting xx

seokjin sighs, hoseok nosing incessantly at his neck, peppering kisses. he pulls the redhead in for one last kiss, hot and heavy. "i've gotta bounce. to be continued?" he says, hopeful, because maybe he was a lustful teenager who really, really wanted a chance with jung 'king' hoseok. the king smiles.