vhope where hoseok lost the jenga game and was given the punishment "kiss someone" and was 'forced' by the members to kiss taehyung bc "why the ever not? you guys kissed befofe anyway"
Band Mates Kissing Rule Bookvhope, pg3,025 w.
No one really expects him to be next in line to knock down the jenga tower, especially when that line included Namjoon, resident klutz of the group.
2013 ➸ 2014 방탄 vlogs
“The eyes told what [the] heart felt.” – Toba Beta
ver1 Cross-posted to AFF If you ask, you shall receive.
It’s stupid, really it is, to be jealous of your best friend and your boyfriend.
Jimin, as far as Taehyung knows, which he likes to think is pretty far, isn’t even remotely interested in Hoseok in a sexual or romantic way. He likes someone else. The obvious option would be Jeonggukie, what with all of the attention Jimin gives him, but Jimin hates little shits with all of his heart no matter how cute they are, so that possibility isn’t even a possibility at this point.
Hoseok also likes to tell Taehyung every time he sees him that he loves him. And he can’t be lying, because Hoseok can’t even lie when someone asks if he’s taken a bath yet or not.
The little bubble of green poison in Taehyung’s chest is imaginary and he hates it. There are a lot of things Taehyung knows don’t exist, like fairies, and elves, and demons, and Santa Claus. He doesn’t think they’re real. Not even for a second does he trick himself into thinking they do.
So why is it, that he still feels acid eating away at his ribcage when he knows, he knows, it isn’t there?
He’s tried convincing himself that there’s nothing going on between them, that they’re just two dancing idiots, who like being dancing idiots together, who like being dancing idiots who cling too much to each other. And Taehyung’s convinced.
He’s honestly convinced. He just has too much time to spare, not having a decided course (unlike Jimin who takes accounting, which is really boring, if Taehyung’s being honest, Jeongguk who takes media something, and Hoseok who takes sports education, maybe, probably). He has too much time to mull over the feeling he’s finally decided to label as jealousy.
And maybe he’s not really jealous. Maybe he’s just upset, because he really doesn’t mind that his boyfriend and his best friend get along so well. Maybe he’s just upset, because they’re getting along better than Hoseok and Taehyung are, and that’s a horrible thought.
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Jimin and Hoseok are both in the dance club. Dance is something Jimin would take up if his parents allowed it, and Hoseok has been dancing since he could walk.
Since the start of the new semester, they have had practices every Monday morning and Friday afternoons. Monday, when Taehyung wakes up, and Friday, when Taehyung doesn’t have classes.
Suffice to say, he doesn’t see neither hair nor hide of those two on those days.
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Yoongi hyung and Taehyung are close in a grew up together sort of way. They didn’t live in the same neighbourhoods or districts in Daegu, or actually grew up together, but having came from Daegu was enough for them to bond over stories of parks and amusement places and restaurants.
Yoongi hyung is cool. He takes engineering, and for an engineering student, he isn’t half as haggard as the rest. (For example, Namjoon hyung, his cousin, is almost always busy and high off coffee.) He has dyed hair and stark piercings and a tat of something Taehyung’s never found out what behind his ear.
He is also quiet and a good listener.
Yoongi hyung is cool.
Taehyung rants to him over the phone one Monday morning, two months into the semester, when he actually wakes up before noon. He speaks for about twenty minutes straight before he manages to stop himself from cursing at how Hoseok hasn’t let him fuck him in over two weeks. He doesn’t think Yoongi hyung would appreciate knowing that.
Yoongi hums. “You’re not being jealous,” he says suddenly, after a minute of Taehyung pulling at the flayed edges of his blanket.
“What?” He blushes. “I didn’t say I was.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi says, “but you were practically saying you were.”
“But—”
“Hyung knows best,” Yoongi snickers.
Taehyung makes a face.
“You just sound lonely, Taehyung ah,” Yoongi continues. “It’s alright to feel jealous, you know? You’re not feeling jealous, I think. But you don’t have to feel bad either way. Do you get me?”
Taehyung lets out an awkward sound. “I guess?” He mumbles, very softly, “I don’t like how this feels.”
Yoongi doesn’t respond for a few seconds, and Taehyung starts to think that he wasn’t heard, then his hyung goes, “I know, Taehyung. I don’t like it either. But tomorrow’s date night, right? I’m sure Hoseok will do something special if he so much as gets the hint of how you’re feeling.”
“You think?” Taehyung says, smiling down at his hand. (The fake tattoo he got the other day of a cat is starting to fade, he notices.) Yoongi hyung always knows what to say.
“Of course, I do,” Yoongi hyung snorts. “Okay, wait. I forgot what angles I’m supposed to be using.”
“Aren’t you, like, halfway done already?” Taehyung laughs.
Yoongi makes a disgruntled sound. “Supposedly. Wait. Where the fuck is my eraser.”
Taehyung laughs louder. Yoongi hyung is cool.
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Hoseok first asked Taehyung on a date almost a year ago this day. He had asked with a little palm sized arrangement of rainbow-assorted flowers, because he didn’t know what Taehyung’s favourite colour was that day. Taehyung liked to change it every day back then.
Taehyung accepted the gift happily and hugged Hoseok around the waist for the cute thought. With a nervous blush, Hoseok told Taehyung that if he would want to, they could attend the university’s festival that evening. “As a date,” he added very shyly.
Taehyung had grinned. Taehyung had said yes.
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The second Saturday of every month is date night for Hoseok and Taehyung. The tradition has existed for as long as their relationship has, and Taehyung really hopes it stays that way.
Taehyung looks forward to this all the time.
It’s not as if every date is unique and different and better from the last. It’s not as if every date is special, either.
On good days, Hoseok will take Taehyung out to one of the more upperclass restaurants in Seoul and splurge on him with his parents’ money.
On bad days, Hoseok will drop by at Taehyung’s place with only enough energy to kiss him on the cheek before he collapses on the couch.
On better days, Hoseok will kick his roommate out of his shared apartment and he will cook for Taehyung and they’ll make love on the bed, or the couch, or the kitchen table, if Taehyung feels like it.
On most days, they stay at Taehyung’s place, trying to do homework while watching a film and cuddling and eating Taehyung’s ramen.
On all of those days, Hoseok will always, always make sure to tell Taehyung he loves him. No matter how tired he is, or how much fun he has, or how boring their night is, he always tell him he loves him.
And Taehyung guesses that that might be what makes every date special. Because Hoseok tells him he loves him. But special to Taehyung is something unusual. And he hears I love you every day.
That is, except this day.
Taehyung frowns at his phone. Hoseok has been out the whole day. And he had only texted once about date night, and that was on Thursday.
What.
Taehyung doesn’t admit that he’s worried, not even to himself. Being worried would mean he’ll think on what he’s worried about, and he doesn’t want that.
He really doesn’t want that.
He doesn’t mind if today will be a bad date night. Really, he doesn’t. He just hopes that Hoseok will come over to see Taehyung just once.
Hoseok has never missed a date night. Never.
So he waits.
It’s around nine in the evening when Taehyung pulls out his homework.
It’s around ten in the evening when Taehyung takes out his blanket to camp out on the couch.
It’s around eleven in the evening when Taehyung makes himself a cup of milk.
It’s around twelve in the evening when Taehyung shuts his phone and pushes it under the couch cushions.
It’s around one in the morning when Taehyung forces himself to bed.
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It isn’t unusual for Hoseok to come over late. Most of the hours of his Saturdays are spent catching up with major homework and advancing in minor subjects.
Taehyung will wait until five a.m. for Hoseok if he doesn’t fall asleep first.
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He wakes up at around eleven in the morning, stomach grumbling and eyes glued shut with exhaustion. He’s making himself a bowl of cereal when knocks are sounding from the front door.
He waddles through all of the junk in his dorm, and swings the door open with a low, “What?”
He’s surprised to see Jimin standing there with a frown on his face.
“What?” he says again.
“What?” Jimin repeats. “What? Taehyung, help me pick your boyfriend off the floor!”
Taehyung gapes, and quickly helps Jimin to bring Hoseok onto the couch.
"I didn’t even— what?” Taehyung asks, smoothing down Hoseok’s bangs and sliding a pillow under his head.
“Hoseok’s phone broke, I met him during lunch,” Jimin says, crossing his arms. It makes his biceps bulge and Taehyung gulps. “I don’t know why you weren’t able to open the door for him. Jesus, Tae. He probably slept outside the whole morning.”
Taehyung’s mouth is dry. “I didn’t even—” I didn’t hear a thing. No one came knocking.
Jimin’s giving Taehyung this tiny disappointed look. “Tae, you usually wait up until three in the morning. He was probably hear before then. What happened?”
Taehyung looks away. What happened? Taehyung isn’t sure.
Jimin sighs. “Well, I was only here because I wanted to invite you out for lunch.” He rolls his eyes and mutters something about date ditched me for homework, bitch, but Taehyung doesn’t catch who the date is or what homework. He doesn’t care much, not when Hoseok is sleeping, probably dead-tired, on his couch right now. “I guess you have more important people to tend to,” Jimin says. “Right?”
Taehyung swallows. “Yeah.”
“I guess I’ll go ask Jeongguk or someone,” Jimin tells him, leaving. “See ya’.”
“Yeah,” Taehyung murmurs, starting to take off Hoseok’s dirty clothes. “See ya’.”
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Taehyung sometimes thinks, wouldn’t it be easier to just break up with Hoseok? Get it over with?
All he is is extra weight on Hoseok shoulders, something weighing him down. Taehyung never does much for Hoseok, not how Hoseok does for him.
If he’s starting to doubt his relationship with Hoseok just because he’s spending with his best friend than him, then Taehyung doesn’t deserve Hoseok.
Hoseok is perfect. Taehyung isn’t.
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“So I’m supposing date night didn’t go well?” Yoongi hyung says with a wince as he settles into th bench next to Taehyung.
Taehyung toes at the snow with his sneaker. “No,” he says, brows furrowing.
“Yeah?” Yoongi hyung glances at Taehyung through his peripheral, as he brings down his scarf to sip at his steaming coffee. Taehyung takes that as a cue to start talking.
He tells him about how he hadn’t received any messages from Hoseok the past four days, and how Hoseok’s phone had apparently broke. He tells him about how he had gotten tired of waiting and slept at one, when Hoseok had apparently came at two. He tells him about how, if this was a month ago, Taehyung wouldn’t even be asleep at one in the morning because he would still be waiting for Hoseok to come over.
He tries not cry as he lets out his frustrations because it’s so fucking cold outside and he doesn’t want his tears to solidify or anything.
He tells him about how Hoseok had apologised the moment he woke up and realised he was inside Taehyung’s. He tells him about how Hoseok had almost cried because he said he had failed Taehyung. He tells him about how Taehyung had almost cried, because who really failed who here?
He tells him about how he had told Hoseok that it was alright, and that he was sorry he locked him out for nine hours in the cold. He tells him about how Hoseok had said that it wasn’t Taehyung’s fault, and he should’ve taken note that Taehyung would be tired so late in the evening.
He tells him about how Hoseok had taken a quick shower with Taehyung and how Taehyung couldn’t look him in the eye but Hoseok didn’t seem to notice. He tells him about how Hoseok wore the clothes he’s left in Taehyung’s because of the amount of times he’s been over. He tells him about how Hoseok had made to cook them lunch, and together they spent three hours grocery shopping and looking at puppies in town.
By the time he’s finished, Taehyung has his gloved hands over his eyes as he tries not to break down entirely.
Yoongi has long since put aside his coffee and wrapped an arm around Taehyung’s shoulders, even when he still has to stretch a bit over Taehyung’s hunched form.
Maybe on any other day, Taehyung would laugh at him for being so short, but now, he only curls up into Yoongi hyung’s side and forces himself not to cry.
“C’mon, Taehyung ah,” Yoongi hyung says in Daegu satoori, “there’s nothing wrong with what you’re feeling, alright? You’re young, it’s natural. But don’t make mistakes you’ll regret later, because I don’t wanna see you hurt, a’ight?”
Taehyung sniffs softly. “A’ight, hyung.”
“Good. Now let’s get inside because I can’t feel my fingers anymore.”
“Hyung,” Taehyung laughs as he helps Yoongi up, “you’re getting old.”
“Shut it, punk.”
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Yoongi hyung makes Taehyung think, and that’s one of the things Taehyung loves about him.
Sometimes, Taehyung wonders why Yoongi seems to know about stuff that’s happened between Taehyung and his other friends, or Taehyung and Hoseok before he even tells Yoongi. Bur he doesn’t mind. It makes Yoongi hyung cooler.
But he still wonders, because sometimes, when Taehyung tells Yoongi that he maybe is feeling a little too lonely because Hoseok’s with Jimin, Yoongi’s eyes would tighten, like he’s heard of this already, so many times that he’s involved now, and his eyes would soften because— Taehyung actually doesn’t know why— and then his eyes would just relax completely, as if this was a problem to him before, but he’s completely settled with the fact of whatever.
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“Hyung,” Taehyung says excitedly over the phone the next day at one in the afternoon. Yoongi doesn’t have afternoon classes on Tuesdays and he likes to spend them asleep but Taehyung can’t help but feel excited. “Hyung, guess what!”
“What,” Yoongi groans. Taehyung can imagine him sliding a hand down his face in annoyance.
“No, seriously,” he says. “Guess what!”
“I don’t know,” Yoongi groans louder. “What. Aliens? Roses?”
“What? No, hyung!” Taehyung makes a face. “You’re not even close!”
“Well,” Yoongi sneers, “I’m sorry. You asked me to guess what without any hint or clue.”
Taehyung’s brows furrow. “What’s with you, hyung? You alright?”
Yoongi sighs. “Just tell me what it is, Taehyung ah.”
His purses his lips. He wants to pester his hyung but the excitement crosses out the worry. “Okay. Hoseok asked me out!” he shrieks. He’s in a cafe restroom, and he can’t bring himself to care that there may be people outside who can hear him.
“You’re together,” Yoongi says flatly.
“Yes, but,” Taehyung can’t stop the wide grin on his face as he scans the little card for what seems like the umpteenth time, “hyung! He did it all romantically even! With a tiny card and elegant penmanship and English. Hyung, you know how much Hoseok hates English!”
"Maybe he got that pastry brat to do it,” Yoongi mumbles.
“Kookie?” Taehyung supplies, using Jeongguk’s nickname.
“Yeah.” He doesn’t even register that Yoongi shouldn’t even know who Jeongguk is.
“Hoseok says that he’s got a surprise for me on Christmas Eve!” Taehyung has a massive grin etched on his face. Hoseok’s waiting outside the cafe right now, in their cold as fuck table.
Minutes ago, he had handed the card to a confused Taehyung. Taehyung had almost screamed upon seeing what exactly was written on the card. Taehyung had told Hoseok he was excited for whatever they were going to do and Hoseok seemed pleased. Then he had asked if he could go to the restroom because it really is cold as fuck and he needed to piss. And now he’s here.
“Hyung,” Taehyung breathes, eyes watering as he stares at the card.
“Are you crying?” Yoongi seems more awake now. “Don’t cry! You should’ve expected this from Hoseok. Jesus, don’t cry, Taehyung ah.”
"Yeah, yeah,” Taehyung sniffles. He rubs at his eyes with the back of his hand. “I’m not crying. Anyway, Hoseok’s waiting for me, hyung. You can go to sleep now.”
“Brat.”
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Christmas Eve is a night for couples. In Taehyung’s twenty years of living, he has never spent Christmas with a lover. It’s sort of sad, but then he remembers that Jimin and Yoongi haven’t either, and so he is sufficiently pacified.
This isn’t Hoseok’s first Christmas with a date, and somehow that squeezes Taehyung’s heart and causes the poison to seep back into his veins.
But he remembers that it’s been three years since Hoseok’s last serious relationship, and an antidote is injected in his bloodstream and he’s fine and no longer dying.
And he remembers that this year it’s Taehyung and not someone else who Hoseok is preparing for, and ecstasy brings him to a new high.
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Taehyung decides to call Jimin on the twenty-fourth, at six in the morning. Shockingly, he is awake, and, shockingly, Jimin isn’t.
“What, Taehyung?” he says very drowsily through the phone.
“Well, good morning to you, too!” Taehyung says with a frown poking at his lips. His mood is not to be deterred, he tells himself. Today will be his day.
“Sorry, Tae,” Jimin says. Taehyung can hear the rustling of sheets. He yawns, and his voice cracks mid-breath. “Fuck.”
Taehyung sits straighter. “Jimin? You alright?”
Jimin’s breath hitches. “Ah, fuck,” he says again. “I’m fine, it’s just, my ass hurts right now.”
"Did you have sex with your date?” Taehyung says blankly.
“What? Tae, what? What date?” He can imagine the blush on Jimin’s face. “Why would you think that?”
“You were complaining about how your date ditched you last Sunday,” he says. “Who is he?”
“Why don’t you think it’s a she?” Jimin says, put out.
“You said your ass hurts. I bet he’s a he. Is he still there? Hello, Jimin’s boytoy!”
“Shut the—”
“Jiminie?” a different, blaringly familiar voice groans. “Who is that?”
“Oh my god,” Taehyung says, pressing the phone closer to his ear. “I know that voice! Who the fuck is he?”
“Don’t talk!” Jimin hisses to his boytoy. “It’s Taehyung.”
“Oh,” Jimin’s boytoy grunts slowly.
His grunt is really, really familiar.
“You didn’t even tell me you had a boyfriend!” Taehyung whines.
“That’s because I didn’t have an official boyfriend until Sunday afternoon.”
“What.”
“We’ve been together for a year and a half.”
“Can you stop talking?!” Jimin hisses again.
Taehyung’s jaw drops. “Oh my god. Is that Yoongi hyung?” Taehyung’s lips curve. “That is so Yoongi hyung.”
“Yoongi? Who’s Yoongi?” Jimin laughs nervously.
“The fuck are you on, Jimin—”
“Shut it, hyung!” Jimin sneers.
“What the fuck? How did I not know this? Is hyung good in bed?” Taehyung sniggers.
“Why would you want to know?” Jimin says, suddenly defensive.
“Why do you sound like a puppy? What does Taehyung want to know?”
“Go to sleep, hyung,” Jimin coos.
Taehyung can hear Yoongi hum.
“What do you want, Taehyung?” Jimin sighs tiredly. Taehyung imagines that Yoongi’s asleep again, and wrapped around Jimin’s waist.
“Oh, I just wanted to greet you a Merry Christmas and tell you that you had a gift from me and I was going to come over but I’d rather not be in the room where it probably smells like sex,” Taehyung says, wrinkling his nose. “So, do you want to come over after you and Yoongi hyung aren’t still covered in come?”
“You are,” Jimin sneers very clearly, “absolutely fucking disgusting.”
“Thanks.” He smiles. “So, are you? Bring hyung, too.”
“Yeah, fine,” Jimin says. “We’ll be there at ten. Make sure you’ve bathed by then. Hyung and I’ll help you with your clothes.”
“My clothes?”
“For your date with Hoseok hyung, duh,” Jimin scoffs.
“You know?”
“I helped.”
“What do you know?”
“I don’t know everything he’ll do,” Jimin says slowly, “but I do know the cherry on top of your evening, so to speak.”
“Can you tell me?”
“It wouldn’t be special then, would it?” Jimin laughs. “Anyway, Hoseok hyung would kill me for it.”
“Hoseok hyung can’t kill anyone,” Taehyung says, swinging his legs off his bed and making his way to the bathroom.
“Oh, he can,” Jimin says, “for you, at least.”
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Hoseok likes making Taehyung feel special.
When they were in their getting-to-know-eachother-as-friends stage, which lasted for a total of two weeks, Taehyung had found out that Hoseok liked dating people who he knew he could make happy.
Hoseok loves to love, and he loves people who will love what he does for them.
And it’s why he’s broken up with so many people. Because they loved him for what he did, and not him. Not like how he loved them.
Taehyung didn’t think that he would be the person who would love Hoseok for Hoseok, not back then.
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Jimin comes by his dorm in a flurry of grey and black and autumn warmth and Yoongi. For about two seconds, Taehyung makes fun of Jimin fall season coat and Jimin flips him off with a saccharine smile.
“Watch it,” he says, still smiling pleasantly. “I’m doing your make up today.”
Taehyung’s smile back is strained.
Yoongi is wrapped from head to toe in thick winter wear that has Taehyung snickering. Yoongi hyung’s nose is tinted red, and Taehyung has half a mind to call him Rudolph.
Once Jimin and Yoongi are out of their coats and scarves and gloves, they’re headed to Taehyung’s closet and are combing through it with frowns on their faces.
“Congratulations, by the way,” he mumbles, and watches them from his bed.
Simultaneously, they go, “Thanks,” and grin at each other. Taehyung makes a face at their backs. Honestly. A year and a half and they didn’t tell him?
“Did Hoseok tell you what he’s going to wear?” Yoongi asks Jimin.
Jimin hums, pulling out a grey, polka-dotted sweater and handing it to Yoongi. “Yeah. I’m making them match.”
Yoongi lays the sweater on the bed and plucks out a pair of tan jeans. “Thick eyeliner?”
“Thick eyeliner.”
Taehyung watches with slightly confused eyes as they go through his wardrobe. It’s disturbing how they seem to share one mind.
“Did you realise you were an idiot yet?” Jimin says, tugging at Taehyung’s shirt to get him to take it off.
Taehyung does, although befuddled. “An idiot about what?”
“About Hoseok hyung and I,” Jimin says, helping Taehyung into a thermal undershirt.
He blushes. “I didn’t…”
“Yeah, I know.” Jimin gives him an eyesmile. “Yoongi told me.”
“Sorry,” Yoongi hyung says, not sorry at all. He gives Taehyung a sympathetic look, though. And Taehyung realises that maybe, just maybe, Yoongi’s been having the same acid eat at Taehyung’s chest eat at his for the past months, too.
“I just want to tell you that,” Jimin says as he buckles Taehyung’s belt for him, “Hoseok hyung has been preparing for this for months.”
Taehyung is hit with a wave of ugly feelings. Ugly and dark and sticky like tar. “Is that why…”
“He’s been disappearing a lot? He came at two a.m. on Sunday instead of nine p.m. on Saturday?” Jimin finishes, forcing Taehyung to sit on the edge of the bed. “Yes, that’s why.”
Taehyung’s lips tremble. He bites on them to keep them still. “I…” His hands come up to cover his face. His face is burning and he feels as if it’s going to peel off and reveal the ugly, ugly inside. He almost ruined his entire relationship with Hoseok— for nothing. He takes in a shuddering breath. “I’m such a fuck up.”
“You aren’t,” both Yoongi hyung and Jimin say.
It’s silent for a moment, before Yoongi drapes himself over Taehyung’s back. “Don’t be little killjoy, Taehyung ah. Your Hoseok hyung did a lot for this. I lost Jimin for weeks because of this.”
“You did no—”
"So you better be happy with this day, alright?” Yoongi continues, ignoring Jimin. He bumps a knuckle against Taehyung’s temple. “You don’t have to think about this whole breaking up shit. Do you really want to break up with who’s looking like the love of your life before your birthday?”
Taehyung sniffles, and Yoongi adjusts himself around him. “Stop frowning. C’mon, I can’t handle sulky dongsaengs.”
Taehyung blinks away his tears. “How do you handle Jimin then?” he says.
Yoongi snorts.
“Hey!”
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Taehyung likes attention. He loves it.
Dating Hoseok, loving Hoseok— it means that Taehyung will always be loved, always be noticed. And it may sound selfish, but it doesn’t mean that Taehyung doesn’t love Hoseok as Hoseok.
He loves Hoseok so, so much. He loves Hoseok more than he thought he could ever love somebody in a year.
He loves Hoseok like how flowers grow, and how flowers die. He loves Hoseok like how the earth spins around the sun, and the moon spins around the earth.
It’s inevitable, and it’s never going to end. Not as far as Taehyung can see.
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Yoongi and Jimin leave Taehyung after a few hours, thirty minutes before two, when Hoseok said he’ll come to fetch Taehyung. They make sure to repeat numerous times that Taehyung is not, absolutely not, allowed to rub at his eyes or ruffle his hair.
With his hands clasped firmly on his thighs, he waits alone for half an hour, until Hoseok knocks on the door. Taehyung reaches up to brush back his hair, and remembers in time to shove his clenched fists in his pockets. No touching. Right.
Strangely, his heartbeat is erratic when he goes to let Hoseok in his room. This is not their first date —and hopefully not their last— and yet he still feels like his collar is choking him and his feet are sockless.
It’s only Hoseok, he says to himself. It’s only the man you’ve loved since January.
The only thought that comforts him is the fact that Hoseok’s been planning for this for months. Hoseok won’t do that if Taehyung’s somehow managed to ruining their relationship.
But maybe he will? Maybe he’ll give Taehyung the best night of his life before he takes it away? Because Hoseok’s just nice like that.
Then again, Hoseok’s nice enough to never even think of taking a life, not even in a joke. But, according to Jimin, he will, if it’s for Taehyung. And that thought is scary.
He thinks of this all in the three seconds it takes for him to walk from the couch to the door. Keeping his raging emotions on a leash with all of his willpower, he smiles as he pulls open the door.
“Hello,” Taehyung says awkwardly when he takes in Hoseok’s blinding grin.
“Hi,” he breathes. “You look gorgeous.”
Taehyung almost screams at himself for blushing. “Thanks. You, too.”
“I love you,” Hoseok says, smiling beautifully.
Taehyung shuts his eyes and waits for the usual kiss, instead something soft tickles his lips and it’s definitely not Hoseok’s lips. He peeks down his nose at a rose, which…really isn’t a rose, because has anyone ever seen a green rose before?
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Hoseok is weird. Hoseok is weird as fuck.
Taehyung doesn’t mind, because he’s weird, too.
But Hoseok is the kind of weird Taehyung doesn’t understand. He’s training in sports (in tennis, to be particular) but he likes researching about stuff like flowers and chemistry and he’s shit at it.
Taehyung can’t sugarcoat it. Hoseok tries so hard, but he’s absolute crap at chemistry.
Out of everyone Taehyung knows, Jimin is probably the best, academically wise. (Well, Namjoon hyung is, but he doesn’t count.)
Then it would be Yoongi hyung, then Taehyung, then Jeongguk, then Hoseok.
But Hoseok is hard-working, and stubborn, and persistent.
And all of those traits are what keep him with Taehyung.
.
Taehyung is so close, so, so close to tears. His eyes are stinging and he feels like a dam about to burst, as cheesy as it sounds. There’s ice water in his throat and he just wants to let it all out.
He’s got a hand over his mouth and his fingers are digging into his cheeks. He’s trying so hard not to break down and sob.
Hoseok holds out the rose with wavering confidence. “Don’t you like it?” he asks, near-panicking. “Do you hate green today or something? I’m sorry! I’ll take it back to Jimin, maybe he’ll burn it, I don’t know. Don’t cry, please—”
Taehyung shakes his head and reaches out to take the rose between gentle fingers. “It’s beautiful,” he says, blinking away his tears and choking down his whimpers. “So beautiful. And I love green. It’s perfect.”
Hoseok’s brows are furrowed, but he looks relieved. He steps forward and wraps his arms around Taehyung’s waist. Taehyung lays his head on Hoseok shoulder and wills himself not to cry. He clutches the rose to his chest and he breathes into Hoseok’s neck. His shoulders shake with the force of his suppressed sobs and he can’t give a rat’s ass that the door is still open.
Hoseok is so perfect. What did Taehyung ever do to deserve this?
“I love you,” Taehyung croaks, “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too,” Hoseok breathes.
.
Taehyung, to Hoseok, is the most perfect person he’s ever met.
Taehyung, to Hoseok, is smart, witty, funny, kind, soft, sexy, cute, and beautiful.
Taehyung, to Hoseok, is everything he would ever want.
Taehyung wonders if Hoseok knows that, to Taehyung, he is everything wonderful and more.
.
Taehyung scrubs the tears off his face. No matter how much he tried to stop himself, he ended up sobbing like a newborn baby anyway.
He’s still clutching on the rose when he pulls away from Hoseok. He laughs hollowly, “I look like a mess, don’t I?”
Hoseok smiles. “No,” he says, bringing up a thumb to rub under Taehyung left eye. “You’re beautiful, as always. And I think you’re eyeliner’s waterproof anyway. Jimin?”
Taehyung laughs, happier this time. “Jimin.”
Hoseok closes the door behind him and leads Taehyung to the couch. He disappears into the bathroom and comes out a moment later with a towelette, which he uses to wipe Taehyung’s tears away gently.
“You didn’t have to cry, you know,” Hoseok teases. “You scared me.”
“I’m sorry.” Taehyung twirls the flower in his hand. “How’d you do this? And how long?”
“Two months?” When Taehyung gapes at him, Hoseok rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Jimin had helped me after the first week because I didn’t know how to dye flowers.”
“And he does?”
“More than I do, at least. I had to order a bunch of them every week, you know?” He smiles prettily. “I eventually found the perfect green rose which wasn’t too hard to dye.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Mint Julep Rose.” He chuckles. “It’s pretty not dyed, but I like green, and I thought,” he coughs lightly, “maybe you could like green, too.”
Taehyung snorts. “You’re horrible.” He pecks Hosek lightly. “In a good way, of course.”
“Of course.” Hoseok runs a thumb over the back of Taehyung’s hand. “Do you want to go now?”
“Is there a lot more?” Taehyung asks, letting Hoseok help him up.
“Well, if you want it to…”
“No,” Taehyung says, gripping Hoseok around the wrist. “What do you want?”
Hoseok blinks in mild surprise, and Taehyung’s heart fills up with air. He feels light at seeing Hoseok’s genuinely happy smile pull at his pretty, pretty lips.
“You sure?”
Taehyung nods firmly. “Of course.”
“Okay. Let’s go then.”
.
Taehyung used to always change his favourite colour, and it explains the bright mess that is his room. With every change, comes a different memory.
Taehyung thinks that, now, with Hoseok’s little alien rose, his favourite colour just might be green.
And maybe, the green poison seeping into his heart isn’t all that bad, after all. Not when he finds out just how beautiful green can be.
floating vhope 100 words
They have fights just like the next couple, they have long fights and short fights and fights that end in earth shattering sex, fights that bubble out and boil down to a kind of heated silence that sears through the air and traps them.
Taehyung throws around “I’m leaving.”
Hobi always calls him back. Always. Because he knows it’s not worth leaving over—both of them do. But sometimes, Taehyung takes things too far, gets too comfortable; he kisses someone else and says he was drunk a sheepish smile while Hobi feels the world crumble.
“I’m leaving.”
“Then don’t come back.”
Angst;
Hoseok doesn’t know when he started liking Taehyung as more than a bandmate, but the realization scares dark shadows under his eyes and sharpens his cheekbones until even he can’t recognize himself, until he finds himself recoiling each time Taehyung reaches out for him even with words alone; he distances himself until Taehyung eventually pulls away completely.
AU;
After the first few times of watching him tear pages out of their library books, Hoseok thinks he should probably kick the guy with the pink hair - Taehyung, he’d heard from Yoongi - out of the university’s resource center for vandalism and maybe even disturbing the peace because his typewriter is really damn distracting to the other students; but when Hoseok finally musters the confidence to do it, Taehyung tears him a page and blacks out all the words with a marker until a beautiful poem is left, reading “coffee, cigarettes, reflections of my hand in yours, Saturday?”
Crack;
It shouldn’t catch Hoseok by surprise, but it does, because discovering Taehyung’s extreme passion in taking pictures of Hoseok’s hands with his polaroid camera and stashing them in his wallet is more disturbing than it is “artistic”, to Taehyung’s defense; but somehow, Hoseok finds himself putting his own camera to the same use.
Smut;
Taehyung is impatient for a majority of dance practice simply because he was dying to have Hoseok in his mouth, full and hot, so naturally, as practice comes to an end, he pulls Hoseok into the nearest room and sits him down on the floor against the door, crawling in-between his legs and eagerly swallowing down Hoseok’s length until the tip hits the back of his throat.
Future;
The year is 5068, and the human race is a rare and highly respected species, preserved in glass tanks full of chemicals, and only released from hibernation for short periods at a time; the counter in Hoseok’s chest turns on at the age of two-hundred eighteen the first time he lays eyes on Taehyung’s unconscious form from within the tank, and he knows that no amount of artificial love seeping from his counter can explain the tingles in his fingers or the smile in his eyes.
First Time;
Hoseok’s heart threatens to burst at the seams as Taehyung slowly strips him of his clothes at the same pace that he removes his own, gentle and tender, making sure to leave kisses on his skin in-between the deliberate movements to make sure Hoseok is okay every step of the way and not pulling away in shame, muttering, “This is wrong,” like he’d done so many times in the past.
Fluff;
Taehyung thinks the best part of Hoseok’s anatomy is the spaces between each of his fingers, sculpted to perfection for his fingers to fit comfortably in the divots like large bodies of warm water waiting for him to dive in head first; he spends most nights, losing sleep, just to memorize the shape of their molded hands, making sure there are no spaces to separate them the same way their lips find each other in the dark.
Horror;
Hoseok had always wondered why Taehyung’s body felt unnaturally cold against his whenever their bodies collided, lips blue in the night and skin so white it could put the moon to shame, but when he wakes one night to the sound of the television roaring to life and the news that twenty-year old Kim Taehyung’s body had finally been found from his disappearance ten years ago, suddenly he feels colder than ever.
Hurt/Comfort
Hoseok welcomes Taehyung with open arms the moment he shows up on his doorstep unannounced, cheek starting to form random shapes of blues and purples as he steps into the lighting of Hoseok’s apartment as warm as Hoseok’s beating chest against his own, as warm as his gentle voice against his ear as he breathes tender words of reassurance until Taehyung is a sobbing mess (and probably ruining Hoseok’s shirt with his snot and tears).
Unresolved Sexual Tension;
After a month’s worth of silent avoiding and heated arguments, Hoseok wishes he hadn’t watched that Taehyung-focused fancam of their “Tomorrow” performance during the Red Bullet in Japan, because the moment Taehyung comes walking into their dorm alone, Hoseok presses him against one of the walls, needing to feel those provocative hips against his own, but no more than a minute later, the rest of Bangtan deems it perfect to pile in through the door with takeout Chinese.
taehyung must really love hoseok’s lap
like seriously kid
you love his legs that much
i guess you do
hey! it's the anon from the 'sister' prompt (vhope) i just realized maybe it'd be better if taehyung was the one who had a crush on his sister's boyfriend? i'm really sorry to send two messages >
Dancing on Quicksandvhope, nc-1714,049w.
Who needs a functional relationship when you dig your step-sister’s boyfriend? Not Taehyung.
( x )
bangtan percy jackson!au: hoseok - son of hermes
out of all of them, hoseok’s been here the longest. as soon as a new camper steps through the gate, there’s hoseok with his biggest smile on, ready to welcome them in.
seokjin is the mother of their group but there are still secrets you hold that you wouldn’t tell even your mom and for those secrets, there’s hoseok. yoongi goes to seokjin when he’s about to tear his hair out over notes that can’t seem to make it from his mind to paper but he goes to hoseok when yoongi’s ugliest thoughts about death and suicide threaten to swallow him whole. in the hermes cabin where seokjin sleeps, he curls up against seokjin when the older boy starts crying in his sleep, wondering why he still isn’t claimed, trying to offer comfort as best he can.
seokjin is the mother, enveloping them all in his embrace and hoseok is the glue that keeps them all together with a bright smile and endless amounts of hope for the future. j-hope, they call him, all of the campers, everyone who hoseok’s touched with his smile, you’re our hope.
“hobi-hyung, look at this!” taehyung grins, scrambling into the small little grove hidden amongst the trees surrounding the camp. he shoves himself up against hoseok, nuzzling into hoseok’s hoodie. he shows hoseok his empty hands dramatically, then curls one of them into a fist and blows into it. when he opens them, a flurry of mini doves fly out, cooing as they disappear into the sun.
taehyung smiles at him and wipes at the tears on hoseok’s cheeks. “do you feel better now hyung?” he asks gently. when hoseok only blinks at him, taehyung guides hoseok’s head to his chest and strokes down his back as hoseok cries.
cries because his mom doesn’t want him home for the school year, tired of dealing with his adhd and dyslexia. cries because he needs to smile and smile and smile anyways because everyone depends on him as the hope.
“it’s okay to cry,” taehyung murmurs into hoseok’s hair and hoseok clutches at taehyung’s shirt with a breathless laugh. “you don’t have to be strong all the time.” he pulls away and wipes again at hoseok’s cheeks. “i can be strong for you sometimes too.”
hoseok laughs again because taehyung always comes crying to hoseok about everything: his magic trick didn’t work, chiron told him to be quiet, jungkook wouldn’t let him copy his notes. but taehyung is the one who finds him in his secret hiding place, the one who lets him hide tears in his shirt, the one who curls up against hoseok that night in his cabin, nuzzling into hoseok’s neck like a giant housecat.
he’s j-hope, the hope of camp half blood. but taehyung, hoseok thinks, idly petting taehyung’s hair as he snuffles into hoseok’s neck, taehyung is hoseok’s personal hope.
Swimming With The Stars (Until We Drown)
Taehyung/Hoseok, side Jimin/Yoongi, R
36,577w.
He doesn’t know how it began or why they had been okay with it, but somewhere in the mess, Hoseok lets Taehyung feed on his blood whenever the animal blood isn’t enough.
Part: I / II / III / IV / V
Thank you everyone for being so patient and waiting for this to be completed! It’s taken me countless nights to finish, but I’m proud to say it’s done!
I recommend reading the entire story from Part I if you’ve read the first part already. Also, I wrote this entire fic listening to this playlist; it definitely sets the feel I had while writing it (:
ask me again, if I’m happy right now that answer is already set, I’m happy // ©
I really love the delivery of 花樣年華. Yoongi’s breathing and intense rapping make it seem like its a rush of swirling thoughts that he is trying to understand and accept in himself. The video delivers more of a melancholy feelings that comes with those thoughts where he is reflecting on his life and where his future will go. He reflects on his feelings and how they carry him forward.
I loved the connection the lyrics and video had with basketball, something that he really loves. It was clever and pleasant.
I am seriously anticipating this new mini album.
“i’m in charge of rap, dance, and HOPE!”
why in God’s name do i keep remembering kisses from people who hate me now and car rides with people I’ve wronged and togethertubes with people I’ve hurt and jokes with people I’ve lost and why the fucking hell won’t it stop and why csnt I make it stop
the cool table vs others
chanyeol is trying so hard
kai just lookin taking notes lmao
