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The first wave of nausea hit just after dinner, hit low in Yoongi’s gut, like a swoop, like his stomach had plummeted to the floor and left him barely breathing.

It happened fast but it had scared him, gasping and blinking, tears burning in his eyes as the sponge in his hand dropped into the sink, the dishes forgotten as he struggled to remain on his feet.

Sweat was beading at his hairline, leaking down his face and gathering behind his knees, another swoop in his gut, making him groan this time, dizzy, dizzy , the kitchen starting to spin.

“Hoseok!” he managed to shout, not sure if it had been loud enough for his lover to hear from the other side of their home, calling again as he gripped the counter edge for dear life, scared and confused, eyelids getting impossibly heavy. “Hoseok-”

Sinking to the tiles was easy but it was cold, that Yoongi could feel, along with his wet hands from cleaning, lolling himself against the cupboards, a tear sliding down past his parted lips. Hoseok was there though, warm, warm strong arms cradling him, pulling him upwards, Yoongi feeling his knees start to buckle and give away.

“W-weird,” he managed to slur, head tucked into the crook of Hoseok’s throat, the nausea passing now, so, incredibly tired. “Hobi, I feel weird-”

“Baby,” Hoseok’s voice was sweet, too sweet, sweet and soft and Yoongi felt like he was being drowned, suddenly scared, unable to move, Hoseok sweet and soft and drowning him with that honeyed tone. “Are you sleepy?”

It was like he was nothing in Hoseok’s arms, carried up and away like a toy, a doll, limbs hanging uselessly, drool starting to spill from where his mouth couldn’t close.

How did Hoseok know he was sleepy?

How did Hoseok know?

He couldn't see anymore, blinking but only glimpsing darkness, whining low in the back of his dry throat, a long sad whine, Hoseok's voice distant but still so close, cooing in his ear as he was carried somewhere away from the light.

"Yoongi? Can you hear me?"

"Nnn," the words were melting like cotton candy on his tongue, sweet and sour in the back of his mouth, trying to swallow, swallow, swallow, finding it impossible. "C-can-"

The cooing was never ending from his love, from his Hoseok, even though Yoongi could barely tell what was happening anymore. He couldn't feel Hoseok's arms around him as sleep rocked through his body, struggling against it like he was fighting a rip tide, slowly dragging him out to sea.

"They worked so fast. Wow."

What worked fast?

Hoseok?

There was something soft beneath him which Yoongi slowly came to realise was bed sheets, Hoseok laying him into their bed, the scent familiar and putting Yoongi at ease immediately. He wanted to roll into the covers and huff at it, wanted to claw into the linen and pull it over his face, but he couldn't move, couldn't do anything but breathe through his nose, eyelids fluttering weakly.

"Yoongi," Hoseok was above him, Yoongi could sense it, even though he couldn't feel it, like a shadow was casting a chill across his body, making him squirm pathetically, fingertips and toes twitching. "Are you sleepy?"

Yes.

I'm so tired.

"Mmn..."

"You're so beautiful, you know that?"

A weird thing to say right now, Yoongi tried to tie together his thoughts, tried to stop them from floating away, stomach clenching with a hint of terror.

Why did Hoseok sound like that?

Why did he sound... excited?

"'s-seokkk..."

Yoongi couldn't even form his lips around his boyfriend's name anymore, slurring and drooling, saliva the only warmth he could feel right now, leaking down his chin, a finger brushing through it, pressing against his useless lips.

"So pretty, hyung," and that's when Yoongi's vision started to spot, stars glittering behind his heavy eyelids, praying for them to stay open, knowing he couldn't win. "I can’t wait to fuck you like this."

What?

W-what?

It was as his knees were knocked apart, as his shirt was pushed up and his sweatpants were pulled down his paralysed legs that Yoongi passed out, fingertips twitching as Hoseok’s mouth met his own, darkness replaced with nothing at all.

Coming back to consciousness with Hoseok inside him made tears sting in the corners of his eyes.

It took a long time to realise it, everything still dark, Yoongi unable to move, unable to do anything but huff and wonder what the fuck was happening, trying to lift his arms and bat away the heaviness on his chest, the warmth at his throat, uncomfortable and feeling strange, like fire was trapped inside his stomach.

Whether he could hear himself groaning or only feel it on his tongue, he knew that he was making sounds regardless, and there were other sounds too, ones he couldn’t understand yet, blinking and feeling tears slip down his cheeks, confused but not really afraid, dizzy and hot and sticky all over.

It took so long to realise what was happening, took so long to realise that he was in bed, in their bed, in the bed he shared with the love of his life, that he was almost naked, that his sleep shirt was rucked up beneath his armpits, that his pants were hanging from an ankle, Yoongi unable to tell which one.

It took so long to realise the sounds that weren’t the weak ones falling from out of his mouth were coming from Hoseok, soft gasps and low, deep groans, a murmur of words that Yoongi couldn’t decipher, the sound of wetness coming from far away, Yoongi so, so confused.

I feel weird , Yoongi thought, wanting to shake the clouds from inside his head, wanting to swallow the cotton wool that was his tongue, everything dry, wet sounds echoed in the distance. I feel weird.

What’s happening to me?

“Oh, hyung, did you wake up?”

Something was inside his mouth and it tasted sweet, but Yoongi couldn’t lick it or suck it, wasn’t sure if he wanted to anyways, his lips falling wide with ease as the sweet taste made his skin break out in chills.

I’m asleep?

Was I sleeping?

There was a dull ache somewhere beneath his ribs, Yoongi couldn’t figure out where, maybe his legs, or his hips, maybe his gut, he couldn’t tell, but there was an ache, a familiar ache, and the wet sounds had come to an end.

Hoseok, Yoongi tried to speak, but nothing came out except a breathy groan, and Yoongi still felt weird.

“Go back to sleep,” Hoseok’s voice was so soft like a lullaby, like a blanket of reassurance was draped over his body, everything falling lax from his command, Yoongi breathing hard through his nose. “You’re doing so good for me Yoongi, so pretty when you’re asleep.”

Pretty?

He was starting to fade again as the wet sounds came back, and that’s when he realised Hoseok was fucking him, that the wet sounds was his ass swallowing up Hoseok’s cock, that the sweetness on his tongue was their lube, that Hoseok was fucking him, fucking him, fucking, fucking, fucking him like this.

“ No- -”

“Shh,” Yoongi wished he could see, wished it wasn’t so dark, wished he could feel something beside the low burn in his pelvis. “Go back to sleep, hyung.”

Yoongi didn’t want to, wanted to writhe and fight, groaning as more tears gathered and spilled, feeling nothing but the heat in his stomach and the way the sheets shifted beneath him as Hoseok jostled his body with each thrust.

There was no choice though as his eyelids fluttered like they were being weighed down by lead, something wet against his chest though he couldn’t figure out what or where or why this was happening or how.

It was as he slipped under again that Yoongi remembered Hoseok saying how fast they had worked, finally realising exactly what was going on.

Oh.

Hoseok drugged me.

That makes sense.

And then it was just darkness again.

The second time Yoongi woke up, he was alone.

He didn’t feel as sick as he had earlier, no nausea at all, but there was a heaviness to his body and his mind, feeling like every limb was made of stone and his skull was full of fog. Yoongi could hear himself groaning now too, could hear each breath even though all sounds still felt so distant, and when he managed to roll to his front, Yoongi could tell something was still inside him.

I’ve been drugged.

Hoseok drugged me.

I shouldn’t call out for him.

I need water.

Moving was still impossible though, even on his front, huffing away into the sheets like he was trying to inhale the cotton, fingers and toes twitching as he tried to find the willpower to sit up. Every time he clenched, trying to see where mobility remained, his ass clenched too, tight around whatever was still inside of him, making his thighs shake, heat pooling in his stomach.

It felt good.

He clenched again, and again, panting now, so tired, aroused, wondering if he could cum like this.

It felt so fucking good.

Someone was back in the room now, Yoongi could hear the door click, could feel a cool hand on his ankle, could feel the fabric beneath him shift as he was moved. It took his mind far too long to catch up with what was happening until his legs were dangling from the edge of the bed, and whatever was inside his ass was being eased out gently.

“Hyung, are you awake?”

Yoongi tried to say yes, I’m awake, I know what you’re doing, but his throat was dry, his tongue was heavy in his mouth, and the only thing he was able to rasp was Hoseok’s name, cracking each syllable, like it was the first word he’d spoken in centuries.

“Oh,” Hoseok sounded a little disappointed, like he’d been wishing for silence. “I guess they’re starting to wear off.”

Drugs.

I’ve been drugged, drugged, I’ve been drugged.

By the love of my life, he drugged me.

“That’s alright,” and Hoseok’s hands were on his waist, pulling him further down the bed, Yoongi too out of it to even feel humiliation, ass cheeks being spread wide, the heat of Hoseok’s cock slipping between them startling Yoongi enough to cry out. “We can just pretend.”

Even like this, unrestrained, feet hitting the carpet as Yoongi was folded over the bed edge, he couldn’t move, couldn’t fight back, couldn’t do anything but let out broken sobs and sad, shattered whines, as Hoseok started to fuck him again.

It was so weird, the realisation ebbing in and then leaving like waves, moments of clarity and feeling and heat and fear, only to be pulled back out by sleep, surges of numbing drowsiness, making Yoongi feel floaty and far away.

Hoseok’s fingers were both harsh yet non-existent on him, Yoongi feeling fingernails one second and then nothing as Hoseok used his body like a toy, grabbing at the softness above his hips, Yoongi feeling heat tingle up his spine as his own cock was shoved against the mattress, over and over and over.

He didn’t know if he was even hard, couldn’t tell, but he did know it felt good and scary and that his ass was clenching and clenching like it wanted to keep Hoseok’s cock as deep as fucking possible.

Yoongi groaned, felt the sheets beneath his face get wet, mumbling Hoseok’s name once more.

“Yoongi,” Hoseok replied, sounding so awed, his hands on Yoongi’s ass now, pulling him apart further as Yoongi started to sniffle. “You’re a good boy.”

Yoongi sobbed.

“Such a good boy,” Hoseok’s voice sounded distant, even though Hoseok was right there, was between his spread legs, prying Yoongi wide, fucking into him slowly, like he was savouring every second. “I wish I could keep you like this always .”

Always.

Hoseok could, if he wanted.

There was no way Yoongi could fight back in this state, no way he could turn down food and water with his mind a hazy mess, no way to break this cycle if Hoseok kept him drugged up and in bed.

It was so scary, and Yoongi was crying, tiny whimpers but lots of tears, his face feeling wet, the sheets wet, wondering if this was it, if he was actually drowning. Hoseok’s fingers were in his hair, brushing through the strands, gentle and sweet, cooing from above.

“Yoongi hyung, can you hear me?”

I can hear you.

“Nnm-”

“You have no idea how good this feels.”

God.

It was slow, so slow, the drag of Hoseok inside of him, pulling back, inch by inch, before sinking back into the heat of Yoongi’s hole, taking his time, Hoseok taking all the time he wanted.

Yoongi didn’t know how long this would last.

“I wonder if you can cum like this, hyung.”

Yoongi didn’t know if he could, but he wasn’t given a choice, Hoseok’s cock slipping out of him, Yoongi groaning and crying, vision dark and bleary, nose stuffed from trying to breathe. It wasn’t even hard for Hoseok to flip him over again, Yoongi trying to keep his eyes open, seeing Hoseok’s silhouette, wondering if he was going to fade again.

Even though it was scary and dark, knowing it was Hoseok between his legs was making Yoongi shudder in arousal, feeling coming back to his fingertips, his toes, all of them curling as Hoseok spread his thighs wide and let his cock sink back inside. The wet noises seemed louder now, no pillows to muffle the sounds, and Yoongi added to them with his snuffles and his sobs, Hoseok cooing and cooing and cooing.

A hand was around his own cock now, squeezing with a hot, sticky palm, and Yoongi wailed without restraint.

“Feels nice?” Hoseok’s voice was rough, breathy, and his hips were sharp against Yoongi’s skin, shoving himself deep, taking his time, feeling starting to return to wherever Hoseok touched him. “You gonna cum?”

I don’t know, Yoongi wanted to babble, vision swimming with tears, seeing love heart lips smile, seeing the pleased glint in Hoseok’s stare . I don’t know, everything feels weird, I don’t know if I can move.

“You’re getting my hand all wet,” and Hoseok sounded like there was a laugh trapped in the back of his throat, squeezing his palm around Yoongi’s cock a little too hard, Yoongi choking out a whine. “Do you like it? Being raped in your sleep? Like it that much?”

Raped.

In my sleep.

Am I going to cum?

His toes were tingling and so was his spine, entire body shaking, trying to pull his knees closed, but the limited movement just made him clench around Hoseok’s thighs, his hole tight around Hoseok’s cock as Hoseok continued to fuck into him as slowly as fucking possible.

It was hot inside Yoongi’s stomach, in his groin, everything starting to set on fire inside of him, and he knew Hoseok was going to make him cum.

“ No -”

“It’s alright,” Hoseok’s voice was always so reassuring, so soft and sweet, Yoongi’s favourite sound, but it gave him chills in this moment, skin prickling, hair coming to stand on end. “Yoongi, it’s alright.”

Yoongi was going to cum.

“No,” he managed to whisper, tasting salt in the corners of his lips, tasting it on his dry tongue, his tears not daring to stop. “ N-no- ”

Hoseok didn’t listen to his pleas, and neither did his orgasm, his whole body seizing with it, the breath knocked out of him, everything tense and sore and fucking blissful, Yoongi weeping as he emptied himself into Hoseok’s tight, perfect fist.

He was so tired.

Sore.

Tired.

“I don’t want this to end,” Hoseok sounded a little sad, but Yoongi knew that tone well, knew he was going to cum too, could feel the desperation behind Hoseok’s slowed thrusts, so fucking slow but pressing so deep, Yoongi feeling it all the way in his gut. “Hyung, you never let me fuck you nice and slow--”

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi was getting oversensitive now, feeling starting to flood back, like the orgasm had unlocked him, everything tingling. “ S-sorry -”

“Always want it fast,” Hoseok said it with disdain, pressing his hips into Yoongi harshly, Yoongi crying, crying, crying. “Never let me take my time -”

Yoongi could feel where his cum was cooling against his tummy, could feel the chill of the room sting at his exposed nipples, shirt shoved up beneath his armpits, damp with sweat.

Hoseok was leaning over him, holding Yoongi close, lips pressed to his own, kissing softly, Yoongi not able to return them, and even as Hoseok licked inside his mouth, sucked the tears from his shaking lips, Yoongi could only weep.

Hoseok was groaning, almost growling, like it was threatening to slide up his throat.

“You look so hot when you cry, Yoongi hyung.”

Kisses to his swollen eyelids and then Hoseok was coming, gasping against Yoongi’s wet skin, Yoongi twitching, fingers twitching, feeling Hoseok intertwine their hands as Hoseok milked his cock with Yoongi’s insides. That was something Yoongi could feel properly, the warmth and the wetness, unable to move or breathe, held down into their mattress on the edge of their bed.

Hoseok was panting, was kissing him, cock softening inside Yoongi’s ass.

“Hyung?”

Yoongi was still crying.

Hoseok kissed him again, groaning, arms wrapped tight around Yoongi’s body, squeezing him where his spine was arching from the sheets, pulling Yoongi’s quivering lip in between sharp teeth, sucking it hard before letting it go.

Yoongi’s sniffles were starting to slow.

Hoseok cooed and cooed and cooed.

“Yoongi.”

Yoongi let his lashes flutter, tears clotting them, feeling so, so cold all of a sudden.

“H-Hobi.”

Hoseok kissed him again.

“Was it good?”

Overwhelmed, still wanting to cry, Yoongi nodded anyways, because it was exactly as he’d hoped.

“Yes.”

“Didn’t want to use the safe word?”

“N-no.”

“Not even a little?”

Yoongi was exhausted, too tired to even get annoyed by the questions, body heavy, sluggish and drowsy from the drugs, movement returning but Yoongi too tired to attempt it for real.

“No.”

Hoseok kissed him again.

“Do you need to sleep more?”

Yoongi wanted to sleep more, just a bit, but he knew it wasn’t a good idea after everything that just happened, wriggling beneath Hoseok, trying to fight away the grogginess.

“I need water,” his voice was shattered, face a sticky mess of tears and sweat and Hoseok’s kisses. “And b-bath.”

Hoseok kissed him again, and Yoongi started to cry once more, small sweet sniffles, his whole body shaking with the weight of what had just happened, what had been happening for what had to have been the last few hours, everything still dark, Hoseok still pressed between his bare legs.

“Can you lift your arms?”

Yoongi shook his head lightly.

“I d-don’t think I c-can-”

“That’s okay,” Hoseok was warm and his voice was reassuring, stepping back with Yoongi in his arms, bridal style, Yoongi starting to fall apart again quickly, trying so hard to hold onto his boyfriend, failing. “I’ve got you, let’s get you in a nice bath hyung, I’ll take care of you.”

It didn’t take too long for the water to run and fill the bathtub, Yoongi in Hoseok’s arms the whole time, stretching his toes and his fingers as more and more mobility returned, sniffling into Hoseok’s neck like a scolded child, trying to hard to hold himself together.

He knew this was important, the aftercare after something so scary and good and intense, but Yoongi could also feel Hoseok trembling, knew his love needed aftercare too, and the longer Yoongi took to settle, the longer Hoseok was going to remain riddled with guilt and uncertainty.

“Hobi,” Yoongi whispered, being lowered to the closed toilet seat, Hoseok helping him out of his clothing softy. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“That was really good.”

There were tears in Hoseok’s eyes now too.

“Are you sure?”

Yoongi was naked and cold and felt dirty, but he let a small smile come to his wobbly lips, stood up on wobbly knees, letting his shaking hands cup Hoseok’s pretty face.

“It was so good,” and it was, there wasn’t a word of a lie, Hoseok playing out their shared fantasy so, so well, being so terrifying yet reassuring, fucking Yoongi so perfectly, even when Yoongi wasn’t there for it. “I loved it, you did so well.”

Hoseok finally smiled, wiping at his eyes, cheeks bunching up happily.

“Really?”

“I loved it,” Yoongi knew he had to drive the point home, had to make Hoseok understand, that they both had to take care of each other and be so gentle right now. “It was a dream come true, you made it come true Hoseok, you did so well .”

The water was perfect on Yoongi’s aching skin, making him groan and feel instantly cleansed, asking Hoseok to join him, begging his love to strip down and climb into the tub with him.

“Hold on, one second,” and then Hoseok was leaving in the blink of an eye, returning just as fast as he’d departed, a tub of ice cream in one hand, a bottle of water in the other. Yoongi almost cried again, always felt touched when Hoseok began the aftercare routine, everything placed on the bathtub edge as he started to undress too, slipping into the hot water behind Yoongi in the space Yoongi cleared just for him.

Laying back into Hoseok’s chest was comforting, and even though parts of Yoongi still felt weird and numb and tingly, he was alert now, grounded, humming as a hot wet hand ran up his chest, washing away sweat and the mess from their roleplay, a water bottle pressing to his lips, Yoongi drinking greedily. It spilled from his mouth but he didn’t care, just tilted his head and drank until he coughed and spluttered, Hoseok rubbing his back until he stopped, tilting his head back for more.

It didn’t take much for Yoongi to settle himself back into a safe headspace, some kisses and some ice cream, vanilla and sucked off a cold spoon, and then he knew he had to turn his attention to his love, to his Hoseok, who was still shivering and breathing hard, despite the heat from the tub.

Hoseok made a small sound, when Yoongi made a move to turn, still a little wobbly but with enough movement to straddle Hoseok on his own, hands on his waist to hold him steady, licking away the ice cream on his lips. Hoseok looked a little hazy still, and Yoongi knew what he had to do.

“Hoseok, I love you.”

A hand was in Hoseok’s dampening hair, nails scratching up through his undercut, through the long hair brushed away from his eyes, dragging them up and back, up and back, slow and steady, Hoseok’s lashes fluttering and his lips parting.

Hoseok was good in their scenes, perfectly mean and cruel the way Yoongi liked and needed, capable of things most people would never dream of doing to their loved ones, the only person Yoongi had ever met that could ever act out these taboo scenes.

Hoseok was also rare in that he enjoyed them for himself too, had his own ideas that he could volley back and forth with Yoongi, the two of them building up plots and scenes and things to try that would make normal people beg them to reach out and seek help.

There used to be shame there, embarrassment, Yoongi horrified by the things he’d think about and crave, of violence and being used, of taking cock against his will. Bringing it up to Hoseok had been horrifying too, and Yoongi had been prepared for laughter, for the Serious Talk About Maybe Seeking Therapy For His Issues, about maybe being dumped, and regretting everything he’d ever said.

But Hoseok had taken his hands that day, had said it was alright, and that sometimes, just sometimes… he would think about doing those things to Yoongi too.

Yoongi had been so happy.

Yoongi was still so, so happy .

“I love you,” he cooed, scratching Hoseok behind the ears like one would to a sleeping dog, Hoseok purring from it, his cock getting hard from where Yoongi was sitting. Yoongi rolled his hips into Hoseok the best he could, Hoseok’s hands on his waist slipping down the crease of his ass. “Hobi, you’re so perfect, you always make hyung feel so nice.”

Hoseok always needed reassurance after the things he did to Yoongi, and Yoongi couldn’t blame him, especially after this scene, the scene they’d planned but also left open, like it could have been real, like a proper drugging and rape.

“I feel bad,” Hoseok’s voice was soft, small, his eyes glazed over with tears. “You… looked so good like that hyung, and I feel bad.”

“No, no, remember?” Yoongi kissed him softly, licked into Hoseok’s mouth, let him taste the vanilla on his tongue as Hoseok’s fingers pressed inside his ass, still stretched and wet with Hoseok’s cum. “Remember how we talked about it? And I said I wanted it so much? You did so well, you took care of me Hobi, you made hyung feel so good and special and loved .”

Hoseok was crying a little now, a single tear falling, even though the glaze in his eyes was starting to lift.

“Really?”

“Yes,” Yoongi would reassure him as many times as Hoseok needed, rolling himself onto Hoseok’s cock, fingers inside him, knowing Hoseok needed to make love now in order to quell the guilt from the scene, always ready to give Hoseok what he needed. “And I was good for you too, wasn’t I? Tell me what I looked like, Hobi, when I was asleep like that, I wanna know how good I was for you.”

Hoseok shuddered, the surface rippling, and Yoongi kissed him again, letting Hoseok align them beneath the water, swallowing each other's whimpers as Yoongi took his cock once more. It was a sweet kiss, but it was deep, Hoseok wrapping arms around him tight and squeezing until Yoongi was breathless.

Yoongi licked the spit from Hoseok’s lips, like he was trying to coax out words, and Hoseok held him down on his cock, trying to breathe, the guilt being replaced with lust quickly as Yoongi clenched around him.

“You looked beautiful,” Hoseok whispered, blinking, eyes getting brighter by the second as he talked, skimming a hot wet hand up Yoongi’s spine in reverence. “Like a doll, hyung, you were so small and perfect and… useless .”

Yoongi chased away the guilt that flickered back through Hoseok’s gaze, raising himself up lightly, sinking himself back down with a soft sigh.

“I was so useless,” Yoongi murmured, right against Hoseok’s love heart mouth. “Only good for taking your cock, wasn’t I?”

“Hyung,” Hoseok kissed him, again and again, across his mouth, his cheeks, down his throat as Yoongi leaned back to ride him a little better. “You took me so well while you slept, I came in you so many times and you didn’t even blink.”

Yoongi had no idea how many times Hoseok used his body for sex while he was unconscious, and it was hot, made him groan, scratching behind Hoseok’s ears again, toes curling against the ceramic as he felt an orgasm approach.

“How many times?”

“I don’t know,” Hoseok was breathless, breathless, panting into Yoongi’s wet chest. “So many times, you kept leaking , no matter how much I gave you-”

“And when I woke up?”

“You cried,” Hoseok said, hands on Yoongi so soft, so delicate, like he was holding glass that was about to shatter. “You cried, hyung, but you looked so pretty , a-and you didn’t say the safe word-”

“I didn’t want the safe word,” Yoongi was going to cum soon, his cock rubbing against Hoseok’s stomach, sore and good, sore and good. “I wanted to cry and say no and have you fuck me regardless, and you did, and you did so, so well.”

“I liked it so much-”

“I know Hobi, hyung liked it too.”

“We’re so fucked up.”

“No,” Yoongi kissed him, as many times as he could, and Hoseok was shaking, sweating, his cock twitching inside Yoongi as the pleasure started to become too much. “We’re not, it’s okay to like weird things, we’re safe and careful, we talk and we plan, and we never scare each other, so it’s okay, it’s okay --”

Hoseok came and then Yoongi came, their lips pressed together, tongues intertwined gently, Hoseok groaning, hips jumping up to chase Yoongi’s warmth, Yoongi mewling and holding his lover as close as possible.

It was soft, soft, and they were so in love, so careful like this in their headspace drop, with their aftercare love making, so gentle and sweet to each other, such a contrast of the filth that had happened before in their dark bedroom. Yoongi didn’t want to think about the clean up just yet, didn’t want to think about anything but Hoseok’s voice and his big hands, elegant fingers tracing the bumps of his spine, so he didn’t, just came to lay against Hoseok’s chest, letting his breath return to normal.

They fed each other more ice cream like this once the orgasms had disappeared, Hoseok at ease now, humming happily as Yoongi spooned it into his mouth, licking it away as it melted and dripped down his chin.

“Okay but, on a more serious note,” Yoongi started, Hoseok going tense, eyes going wide. “Why tonight? I know I said like, any night, to surprise me so it felt more real but… Movie night, Hobi?”

Hoseok averted his eyes, looking a little sly, shrugging.

“Coincidence?”

“Liar,” Yoongi started to tickle him, Hoseok giggling, flushing pink fast. “You knew it was my night to pick, you just didn’t wanna watch my choice.”

“You always pick something scary!”

“That’s because it's fun!”

“Is not!”

Yoongi needed help getting out the tub, needed help drying and changing, and then he was watching Hoseok make the bed, changing the sheets, making sure everything was fresh and crisp and clean for them to retreat to.

“I love you so much,” Yoongi mumbled, wrapped in Hoseok’s arms, tired, aching in the best way, ready to sleep again. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Hoseok yawned, nuzzling into Yoongi’s hair. “We’re so lucky to love each other like this.”

So lucky to be accepted like this.

So lucky to have found each other.

“Sleep well, Hobi.”

“You too, Yoongi hyung.”