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.
This spot is right above his collarbone, a spot that can be easily concealed with a button up or polo, but with their profession they would need a lot of makeup and maybe a scarf. Yoongi also loves to mark Hoseok, show others that this ethereal man is his boyfriend. Whether it be in that specific spot or not, after a night of fun for the two, Hoseok knows that he will wake up to hickeys and bruises all over his body.
“Yoongi” The honorific goes out the window, and now Yoongi couldn’t care less. All he wanted was to show his love for his boyfriend. His slim fingers play with the hem of Hoseok’s tank top, tugging up and disconnecting their lips to roughly take it off, along with the older’s own shirt.
Hoseok’s hands go to run along Yoongi’s torso, bringing his mouth down until the older stops him, leaning forward and whispering into his ear, “Tonight is all about you jagi.” and Yoongi can feel his own erection pulse as Hoseok let’s out one long moan, loving the feeling of the other’s lips on his hot skin.
“Hyung, I need you, your mouth, your cock, anything.” Hoseok grips at Yoongi’s shoulders, bringing him up into a kiss and fighting for dominance that he know he will lose at.
“Your wish is my command.” Yoongi whispers as he gets on his knees in front of Hoseok, running his long fingers across the milky skin of the latter’s thighs, feeling the muscles slowly move as Hoseok tries so hard for Yoongi to just move faster.
Finally, Yoongi runs his index finger under the waistband of the other’s shorts, pulling them down ever so slowly, making a small whine emit from Hoseok’s throat. The teasing was also taking a toll on Yoongi’s patience, so in one swift movement, Hoseok’s shorts and underwear were discarded and thrown somewhere in the small living room. Hoseok’s long, hard erection standing proudly against his toned stomach, making Yoongi look up with lidded eyes and lick his lips, maintaining eye contact with the younger.
Leaning forward, Yoongi stuck out his tongue, administering small kitten licks to the red tip, feeling Hoseok’s long fingers tangle in his grey hair and pushing down on his head.
“Hyung, hyung- please- pl- oh god.” His begging is cut short when Yoongi lowers his head down slowly, tracing the bulging vein that runs down Hoseok’s length, but stopping short before his tip hits the back of the older’s throat.
Knowing how to make Hoseok squirm, Yoongi moans, the vibrations resonating through the younger’s body and traveling out of his mouth. Yoongi repeats this over and over, listening to the small gasps and large groans that erupt from his boyfriends’s chest. The guttural noise that comes naturally, without restraint and without holding back, those are the noises that Yoongi loves, wishing he could record it so he would always be able to play it back, over and over. Yoongi could come, untouched and not even being fucked, just on the sounds Hoseok makes.
When Yoongi finally let’s the tip touch the back of his mouth, he swallows, repeating this about two more times until he hears Hoseok start groaning, squealing and near shouting a mixture or curses and Yoongi’s name with pleasure, feeling the warm spurts of come fill his mouth up and swallowing immediately.
Lifting his head up, Hoseok smiles weakly, head tilted back and neck exposed, showing off his multiple hickeys that Yoongi had left. “I love you hyung” Hoseok whispers, opening up his arms for Yoongi to crawl into. It wasn’t until Hoseok felt the particularly hard thing press into his side when he snapped open his eyes, pushing Yoongi back into the cushions. “You didn’t get to come.”
“Hobi don’t wor-”
It was Hoseok’s turn to silence the older with a kiss, ripping Yoongi’s shorts off him and whispering into his ear, “It is my turn to show the neighborhood how amazing my boyfriend sounds when he is moaning my name.”
The next morning Yoongi finds himself naked in his bed, which wouldn’t be something to be confused about, but since the last thing Yoongi remembers is Hoseok’s hot mouth and falling asleep on the couch with his arms wrapped around his boyfriend, and waking up to said man not being with him, it made Yoongi frown and look around. He climbed out of bed, grabbing a spare pair of boxers and a baggy shirt that he can guess is Hoseok’s, trudging out into the kitchen and seeing the younger there.
“I made breakfast and we are going outside for a picnic before practice.” Hoseok beams, eyes trailing Yoongi’s body and finding both his shirt and boxers adorned by his boyfriend.
They both sat outside in their front yard, under the shade of a quite large tree and enjoying the beautiful chirps of the bluejays and smell of fresh cut grass. After eating, Hoseok laid back on the checkered sheet, bringing Yoongi down with him and intertwining their fingers. “I love you” He whispered against Yoongi’s neck.
Yoongi smiled, admiring the deep purple hickeys that peeked out of Hoseok’s v-neck white shirt. “Love you too Hobi.”
Getting up, they both got ready for practice, walking out of the house hand in hand and laughing together, enjoying the others presence and not caring about the weird looks they retained from the many people out in their neighborhood for the morning.
get cockblocked lol