"They're doing what?" Hoseok's voice rose, anger bubbling in his gut at whoever had decided upon this. His grip on his boyfriend was as strong as it could be without hurting him, lips pressed against his temples and leaving kisses whenever he felt needed.

"The owner of the building...he said since I was living in the apartment and it's not under my name that it's against the rules and that he was going to close the building if we don't pay the money to transfer it into my name and we don't have that money...and...and..." Yoongi rambled, obviously in a bad state, and Hoseok shushed him quietly.

"Hey, we'll get through this, okay? If you want, I can help with paying, I can get a job or something, it'll be okay..." Hoseok suggested, hands rubbing his sides gently. "We'll be ok, baby. I promise."

"I'm not going to let you get a job just to save the shop, that's unfair, you have things to do." Yoongi sighed, looking down at his shoes and shuffling his feet. "If I get kicked out of my house, can I live-"

"One, yes, if you get kicked out you can live with me. Two, you're not going to get kicked out, because I won't allow it." Hoseok insisted, letting a hand slide down to play with the hem of his shirt as he spoke. "We can hold a fundraiser or something if you won't let me get a job to help."

"That sounds like a good idea!" Mark cut in from the side. In all honesty, both boys had completely forgotten that Mark was there. He was leaning against the counter, drinking from Hoseok's coffee, which was extremely impolite.

"That's Hoseok's drink, Mark." Yoongi's voice was gradually beginning to return to its normal pitch as he calmed under Hoseok's touch, irresistible hands drawing under his shirt on his sides.

"I know, I was thirsty." Was Mark's excuse, taking one last drink before putting it back down on the counter. "I should go, Jackson-ah will be waiting for me."

"Alright, I'll see you whenever we next have dance together. Bye." Hoseok rushed their goodbye and once Mark had exited and made his way to whoever Jackson was, Hoseok's smile dropped and a pout emerged on his lips.

"What's up?" Yoongi asked, eyeing his pet lip with a raised eyebrow.

"His arm was on your hip, I didn't like it." Hoseok whined, prodding him gently where Mark's hand once was. "But I can accept it because you were upset."

"Jackson is Mark's boyfriend, sweetheart." Yoongi chuckled, a warm feeling spilling in his gut. He liked the fact that Hoseok was protective, but also not too protective at the same time.

"Really? That's reassuring, okay, yeah." Hoseok nodded, a grin finally reappearing. "Now, this fundraiser..."

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"So, you want us to help?" Namjoon asked the pair, who were sat across from him with their hands interlocked. They were at Seokjin and Hoseok's place, with the company of Yoongi and Namjoon.

"Well, Seokjin's vocals are amazing and Yoongi tells me that you rap, so... yeah. It would be nice if you would, with the music and stuff." Hoseok smiled as sweetly as he could, right hand interlocked with Yoongi's left and left hand crossing his fingers, hoping and praying that at least one of them would help.

"Yeah, sure, we can probably help. It depends on the day and time and stuff." Seokjin decided, nodding to them and standing up to advance to his calendar, leaning against the wall on his shoulder. "Do you have a day yet?"

"We were thinking a weekend, since most people will already be off. Weekdays are way too hectic." Yoongi was now leaning against his boyfriend, his head nuzzling into his shoulder and knee brought up to balance on his thigh, leaning back against the couch with Hoseok.

"Both me and Namjoon are off in three weeks time on both Saturday and Sunday." Seokjin's finger was resting on the calendar, resting on a date further on in the month.

"You have my work days on your calendar?" Namjoon asked gently, turning to face Seokjin, who simply nodded. When he turned around again, he muttered:

"I'm going to marry the shit out of that man."

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"One day, Namjoon is going to move into my house and Seokjin will ask me to leave." Hoseok sighed as the pair lounged in Yoongi's apartment, both sitting on his couch pushed right up against each other like they were in Seokjin's apartment. Hoseok's arms were wrapped around Yoongi's waist and Yoongi was yet again curled up into him like a teddy bear, cheek rubbing against the younger's shoulder.

"You can move in here. If I'm able to move into yours, you're able to move into mine." Yoongi suggested, then added quietly: "You could move in here even if you weren't kicked out."

"You want me to move in?" Hoseok looked down on the elder, who was somehow snuggling further into his body and smiling gently, hands gripping Hoseok's shirt. A small smile worked its way onto Hoseok's face too, just seeing his boyfriend so happy.

"Yeah. It gets pretty lonely living alone in here, and you're great company." Yoongi admitted quietly, getting shyer and shyer by the minute. "And you're my boyfriend, which is a plus, and I do plan on spending my life with you."

"That's the sweetest thing you've ever said." Hoseok pulled Yoongi fully onto his lap and cuddled him to his chest, hands stroking the bottom of his back. "Of course, yes, I'll move in. Whenever you want me to."

"Tomorrow?" Yoongi suggested sheepishly, and Hoseok nodded, accidentally knocking his chin into the others' shoulder a few times as he did so.

"Tomorrow it is, then. We can go and pack tomorrow, because tonight, I sure as hell do not want to leave."

"Then don't. Ever."

"I'm not planning to."