A Boy Named Kookie

Precious Moments

The room collectively explodes in variations of the same sentiment: what? Dinner has been forgotten with a deluge of questions from Tae, who was so shocked that he was pulled from regression. "Min Yoongi, you were dating and didn't tell me? Is Hoseok the infuriating teacher with the eyes that made you melt? How long has this been going on?" The barrage of questions pauses for the briefest of moments as he turns to the equally as curious Hoseok. "And you, what kind of brother keeps his relationship a secret? I should have guessed when I saw the sweater Yoongi came out wearing, he was the special someone wasn't he? Aish, any more surprises?" With his tirade over Taehyung plops down in an exasperated Jimin's lap.

It all makes sense now that the gift was so spot on for Yoonie considering Hoseok had never really experienced my little side. He consulted Tae knowing that Tae regressed and must have guessed that I did too. It warms my heart to know that he went to all that effort to get me something that I would like no matter my state of mind. By now everyone seems to be looking at me which only intensifies Yoonie. I can feel the tears well up at the stares and feel as though I might have ruined this whole endeavor. "Yoo...Yoonie sorry. Yoonie made Tae upset. No mad at Seokkie, all Yoonie's fault..." Little hiccup noises accompany the tears even as I try to hold them back.

The scraping of a chair brings my attention to the boy beside me. Hoseok looks upset and I hope he at least lets me down softly. "Taehyung, Jimin, if you would please excuse us." The redhead instead of leaving like I just knew he would grabs under my arm and pulls me from my seat. I follow blindly as he keeps me close while leaving the dining room and heading upstairs. I don't know where we are going until he stops at the top of the stair looking both ways. In a moment of clarity, I lead us to the Ivory room. The room is just as pretty as before, but now my things alter the perfect image. The bed is strewn with my bags half emptied of clothes. Hoseok bypasses the main part of the room and directs us to the plush couch off to the side. "Yoonie, can you have a seat? I will be right back, will you be alright?" I nod softly and he disappears into the attached bathroom.

I curl up on the soft cushions and try to dry my eyes. What a mess I must look? Too pale legs on display and sweater dampened with tears like a child. Hoseok must have brought me here out of pity because he didn't want to embarrass me in front of the other two when he tells me how he really feels. The bathroom light clicks off and the sharp-dressed dancer returns with a cloth in his grasp. He doesn't speak but sits beside me and pulls me close. The cloth is warm as he pats at my eyes and cheeks wiping away the bitter drops. I can feel myself relaxing at his comforting touches. Once he deems my face clean Hoseok puts the cloth on the side table and draws me the rest of the way into his lap. My legs settled on either side of his torso and head nestled into the crook of his neck. We sit like this for a good while, his steady heartbeat quieting my own racing heart and lithe fingers running softly through my messy blonde tresses. Before I can let my eyes droop in the safe warmth of his embrace he pulls away to look at me.

"Oh Yoongi, don't you know it breaks my heart to see you unhappy? You have no need to be worried baby. I know it was scary to say that in front of the Park's, but I am proud of you for being so brave. I've wanted to be sure that you were happy before I asked you to put a label on our relationship. Do you know the joy I felt when you said that you were my boyfriend? Yoonie made me very happy, such a good boy." My mind sings with the praises and I feel warmth spread from my head to my toes.

Nuzzling to hide my reddening cheeks in his chest I mewl. "Seokkie. Yoonie likes you too much. Heart feels full." The warm expanse I am hiding in thrums with warm laughter and jostles my cuddling. I sit up to look at the man so full of light. Hoseok smiles that wicked heart grin and holds my face in his hands. Our gazes lock and his flickers to my lips, but never taking the jump to close the distance. Knowing that he is waiting for me to initiate anything further only makes me ache even more so. Before I can lose my resolve I rush forward to finally meet his distracting lips in a kiss. Getting to actually kiss him is so much more than the brief smashing of lips as we fell outside the apartment. At first, the kisses are nothing but sweet. However, they turn rougher as the realization of just what this means takes precedence over gentleness. Once the need for air finally demands attention we break apart just enough to breathe in the much-needed oxygen.