"Ow... My head hurts."

The first thing upon awakening, Hoseok groaned in pain at the hangover booming through his skull. Even though no noise emitted from his house, he could still feel it and it felt sucky as fuck. Ahhh, shit. What did he do last night? His hand gently stroked over his face to rub the tiredness out of his body but in all honesty, he didn't want to go out and do anything with this aching headache, especially because he just didn't want to do anything productive. Ever.

Mmmm... The very last thing he could remember was talking with Jimin at the bar... About blood... "Blood... I wanted to drink."

A flash of mint crossed his mind.

"Mint ice cream?"

"Thanks, but it's not food."

Hoseok's eyes shot open. His breath paused. Who...?

Head slowly turning, Hoseok's mouth gaped slightly as his sight revealed another human in his bed. This same person winked and mumbled, "Yellow."

Hoseok gasped, tiredness leaving his features as he jumped out of his bed and screamed. Unfortunately, it wasn't a very manly scream. And double whammy bad luck; this furthered the hangover thumping in his head. It seemed the stranger screamed right back and sat up in the bed looking confused.

They both screamed for a few long seconds.

At first it was in alarm, but then it just seemed like they were both confused, until gently they both harmonized fading into silence with a dumbfound look in their eyes. That gave Yoongi the opportunity to scowl angrily and throw a pillow at Hoseok who yipped at the contact, "Why the fuck are you yelling?!"

He caught the pillow and put it over his already covered crotch area, "Because there's a stranger in my house!??"

"You don't remember the face of the person you fucked last night?!"

Hoseok blinked and thought for a moment. Then a little nod was made and he goofily smiled in understanding. "Aaaaaaaah, I remember now."

"What the fuck..." Yoongi shook his head with a scowl and slammed his head back on the bed. "It's too early for this shit." The vampire itched his face and gently put the pillow back on the bed. Ah, right – he did remember now. He was out looking for a drink, found this boy, and then fucked him. Hoseok tried finding reason in the last part. Usually he didn't go and have sex with his blood sucking victims...

What made this boy so special?

"Right... you can stay as long as you like. I'm gonna... make food. Want any?" He didn't remember the name of this boy though, no matter what he tried to think about. Unfortunately, his face was a fuzz, too; the screaming earlier was a huge blur because they were both rather shocked. This made him feel a bit guilty but he could ask later, hopefully? Without sounding like a douche.

"Three cups of coffee." A muffled voice spoke under the sheets, "In bed." Before Hoseok could open his mouth to question this statement, the mint haired boy continued, "Because, if you forgot, you fucked me pretty hard last night and I can feel hammers all over my body."

Hoseok blinked. "Oh..." Now that he had mentioned it...

The board under the bed was... bent in the middle. Holy shit. "Oh my God- I'm sorry about that!" Controlling himself was one of his number one rules! If he was going to be like Jimin and break a hip then he wouldn't hear the end of it from that boy.

"I asked for it, and you kept your promise. I didn't regret it."

Hoseok was absolutely bewildered by that. "I'll be back with that coffee..." Not bothering to put on any shirt or pants on, Hoseok opened the door with his bare underwear. "... Sweetheart." 

After some time, making some food for himself and the coffee for the boy in the next room, Hoseok only after realized he didn't really have a tray to carry the stuff on in the bed. "Shit, the hell am I gonna do?" He muttered to himself. With the light sound of shuffling filling the kitchen, the boy tried finding a replacement object in return of a tray. What, use a plate? That was too hard to balance a cup on. But that was all he had as a flat surfaced object! He pursed his lips and glanced down at his hand, sighing with a bit of distain.

"Oh... fuck it." He picked up the cup and his own plate and made his way to the bedroom, soon throwing himself onto the bed. Yoongi was still face down in the broken mattress so Hoseok cleared his throat to catch his attention. "It's ready."

A groan could be hurt from the smaller boy. Hoseok wanted to watch him take his precious time waking up a second time but that would be weird, so he grabbed his phone from the bedtable and looked at the texts Jimin sent him last night.

Oh jeez, Jimin.

That boy cared too much.

Hoseok sent him a text saying he was alright and Jimin didn't have to worry, feeling the sensation of Yoongi's weight finally up and reached for the cup of coffee. "Good morning." Hoseok mumbled.

Yoongi only replied with a low, grumpy and pained groan. His eyes were glued shut and his beautiful hair sticking out everywhere with his smooth tanned skin shining a bit in the sun. Hoseok looked over to see his thin upper lip gently caress the rim of the mug and lift it so the liquid could slip into his mouth. However he dipped the cup back down just as quickly as he lifted it; perhaps it was still too hot to drink?

"Sorry, I didn't leave it cooling a bit but I should've." Hoseok took the burning mug with his hand, however didn't strain openly any pain. Even if he was crying inside from the burn.

"Nah it's alright. I like the smell."

Hoseok nodded silently. He kind of agreed; it smelled nice. But Yoongi's cup of coffee was black with sugar, so it wasn't exactly creamy to the smell. He became the boy's cupholder; whenever he needed to put it down, Hoseok's hand was there through the pain. But even then, all he could focus on was his face. His face was nice. It was a beautiful face. And if anything at all, it was... a familiar face.

He couldn't quite understand how. He was certain he'd never met this man in his life. If he did, he was sure Yoongi would've said something, right? His head was hazy about him, but he could feel it in his heart. In his soul. He could feel something. What he needed to figure out was what it was.

"I added some pills to that. Y'know, for your headache, if you had one."

"I did, thank you." Yoongi looked up to him through his tired eyes and furrowed his brows. "What?"

Hoseok itched the back of his head in embarrassment. "Nothing, I just..." He looked back as he tried figuring out why this guy was so familiar...

Glancing over his features, he swore he could have seen it before. Those same lips, those same eyes, those same hands... the same kiss.

...

"Oh...." Hoseok gasped. His lips gaped and it started settling in. "Oh no..." With widening eyes and heart racing wildly, the vampire leaned away and gulped.

Yoongi stared at him both what looked like question and worry, and very much uncertainty. Hoseok couldn't blame him; the male that he slept with and was currently in the house of was acting rather strangely.

"I'm sorry, I think you should leave as soon as you possibly can." He rushed his hand through his hair stressfully, shagging it up in the process. Why didn't he see it before?

"Didn't you say earlier..."

"I know what I said. I'd like it to stay the same but..." Hoseok looked away and sighed. "I can't. I can't do it."

Yoongi wasn't sure why his presence was so discomforted all of a sudden. He looked down at his coffee and then the sidetable, ready to put it down, but it seemed Hoseok spoke again. "I- finish your coffee at least. I'll give you some time..." And he left. The vampire sighed and rubbed his face with agitation. He couldn't do it again. This is something he needed not to fuck up... After looking at Yoongi for so long, Hoseok finally knew why he felt strangely.

He remembered. 

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