this story started with a prompt shared by Rainy (ThaFantasticFoursome ) a few months ago and i came across the screenshot in my camera roll and decided to come back to it

Prompt: Someone books a bargain vacation, only to be told when they arrive that they need to share a hotel suite with a stranger.

(although, i diverted in that they aren't quite strangers)

{intro?}

Get out more, they said. See the world, they said.

Enter a contest for an all-expenses paid trip to a beachfront getaway, they said.

Yoongi never imagined that he would win.

Never had he imagined that he'd arrive at his hotel room, met with those warm brown eyes.

And yet...

Here they were.

Yoongi.

Hoseok.

In a hotel room facing the ocean and basically a monsoon underway beyond the glass.

But it was nothing compared to the storm brewing beneath Yoongi's skin.

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more than we bargained for

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tags:  explicit/nsfw, vacation, sharing a room, hotel sex, hot weather, past relationships

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Warm brown eyes.

The moment he saw them, Yoongi dropped his suitcase, his faculties no longer willing to do his bidding. Hands emptied, itching to reach forward, to touch-

Stop.

"Hey"

Hey. Four years of silence and then hey.

"Hos- " Yoongi racked his brain, the image of the room number from his hotel confirmation coming up clearly.

Took a few steps back, glancing at the number posted beside the door frame.

No, he had it right.

He stepped back into the room, closing the door behind himself.

"I'm suite 112."

"Yeah. Me, too." the taller man held up a printout. Of course he had a printout- Hoseok was always one to prefer tangible information. Tactile. Good with his hands-

Stop.

"How is that possible?"

"When I got here the clerk said that some contest winners were sharing suites. Something about how we wouldn't be in the rooms much anyway with the gorgeous weather," he nodded toward the floor-to-ceiling windows where water was streaming down the panes in such a fury that it was hard to see much more than the faint distorted halos of the lampposts along the path below.

Yoongi cracked a smile, Hoseok's subtle sarcasm always something he missed. "Mm. So what do you wanna do? Should I check if anything's opened up-"

"I mean... is it so bad to just stay together?"

And after milliseconds of processing, Hoseok visibly flinched slightly at his own words.

Because years ago-

Four years ago. They decided there wasn't enough to stay together.

The taller man dropped his eyes into his open suitcase, shifting its contents aimlessly as if hoping to find a way to repair, a way to take back those words.

Those words in that order.

"I mean. If we ask to switch rooms we'll likely end up with complete strangers. A serial killer you know?"

The light laughter was hollow, but it was an attempt and Yoongi could appreciate the intent.

Even with a forced smile, Hoseok was beautiful-

Stop.

Those eyes watched him expectantly and Yoongi consciously pulled the air into his lungs, leaning down to pick up his suitcase and stowed it away in the closet, feigning an offended tone, "It's been a few years. I could be a serial killer now. You never even asked."

"Funny," The taller man turned again, walked toward the window, his body outline a sharp contrast to the blurred view and the cascading water.

And Yoongi stared at him. Figured it was safe with his back turned.

Let his eyes follow the lines and curves, getting lost in his own heartbeat.

"What?" came Hoseok's voice.

Shit. Hoseok must have caught sight of him in the reflection off of the window.

"What what?"

The taller man turned, face neutral and Yoongi watched a bead of sweat roll down the side of his neck, reflecting the neon yellow light from the hotel sign.

As if it wasn't already difficult to stop staring, he now had a tiny... fluorescent... enabler-

Stop.

"Yoongi."

"I'm just- It's been a while 'Seok."

"It has... Look if you want me to go-"

"No-" Never wanted you to go. "No, it's okay. Like you said. Serial killers."

Hoseok chuckled and Yoongi watched him fan himself with his stupid printout. It was only then that Yoongi even consciously realized that it was hot as balls in this room.

He looked around for a dial, a remote, anything to help adjust the temperature, "When did you get here? Why didn't you turn on the air conditioner-"

Hoseok shrugged one shoulder, as if to say it was a lost cause, "Clerk said the unit was broken on this floor, something to do with the storm."

Yoongi crossed the room, taking a seat on the chair next to the window, knees pulled up to his chest, "Ah. Cherry on top of this trip so far."

"Yeah, yeah," the taller man zipped his suitcase and stood it up by the nightstand, "You still hate the window side of the bed, right?"

Yoongi nodded and watched as Hoseok stretched out on the bed on the side closest to the window, watched the neon trail down Hoseok's neck, drawing his eyes to the spot, making him lick his lips with the impulse to drag his tongue-

Stop.

Yoongi let his head fall back against the back of the chair, "This humidity is disgusting."

"Stop complaining."

"I'm not complaining. I'm observing."

"Then stop observing."

"I can't consciously stop observing. That makes no sense."

"Yoongi-" Yoongi wasn't looking at him, but he knew that Hoseok was rubbing the bridge of his nose. He just knew.

"Sorry. It's just-"

"Hot. I know. Try not to think about it." There was some silence and then, "Remember when our air conditioner broke?"

Yoongi sat up, glaring incredulously across the room, "That's supposed to help me not think about it?"

Hoseok brought a hand up to his face and laughed.

"Besides," Yoongi pulled the collar of his shirt forward, fanning himself a bit, "it didn't break. We just couldn't pay the bills that month."

"Mm," a sound, soft and sleepy, came from the bed and Yoongi let his eyes fall on the rain assaulting the window.

Reminded of the way all their problems.... had seemed to just fall from the sky. Fall from nowhere, pelting them mercilessly.

Yoongi wasn't one to romanticize - or vilify - his past relationships. He remembered them for what they were, the good and the bad. He wouldn't pretend that Hoseok didn't mean something - everything - to him at the time. Nor would he ignore that they both neglected to address their problems until it was too late.

But they were so young then, it seemed like a lifetime ago. They shouldn't have-

Shouldn't have jumped into living together while they were students. The stress of university and the stress of paying rent and utilities on the only shitty part-time jobs that worked around their course schedules. It wasn't the setting where you wanted to get to know someone.

It was a perfect storm.

A crack of thunder pulled Yoongi back to the present. "You asleep?"

"No... Just thinking."

"Do I wanna know?"

He did.

"Don't you always?"

He did.

So Yoongi waited. Pushing the hair off his face, forehead burning up, sweat beading at his hairline.

He was going to die here-

"I was such a dick back then, Yoon."

Yoongi's eyes snapped to where Hoseok lay, now propped up on an elbow, looking directly at him.

"So was I," Yoongi responded, in a tone unintentionally akin to a whiny child trying not to lose a competition. He shook his head slightly, clearing his throat, "We were nineteen, twenty. I think being a shithead might be a rite of passage at least once during uni."

"Shut up, no it's not. But really... I took a lot out on you. It just sucked and we were both barely keeping our heads above water. I'm sorry."

Yoongi couldn't read the rush of color on the other man's face, nor the feelings of bittersweet adoration that sprung into his thoughts like some cruel recovered memory. And his shirt was stuck to his chest and he was now uncomfortable in such a wide variety of ways-

He stood, crossing to the sink in the kitchenette to splash his face with water.

He stared at the running water for a few beats before turning it off, not ready to face those warm brown eyes, and finally turning, "...'Seok, it's fine. We apologized back then, right? There's no need-"

He met Hoseok's eyes, eyes that kept apologizing, and Yoongi shook his head.

Hoseok of all people need make no apology.

Yoongi smirked, "Look- we have this... spacious room, with... immaculate views," he waved his arm at the window where the beachfront was cloaked in darkness, umbrellaed tables tossed aside in the wind. Hoseok laughed out loud at that, which only encouraged Yoongi further, "And the amenities. Our room doubles as a sauna - free of charge, Hoba!"

Stop!

Yoongi looked at the man on the bed to see if he'd caught the slip. The nickname that fell effortlessly from Yoongi's lips and it seemed that through his laughter maybe he hadn't noticed.

Maybe Yoongi had gotten away with it.

Maybe-

No.

Eyes, now without apologies, staring back at him, the laughter slowly retreating. Laughter slowly replaced with memory.

Yoongi looked back, not knowing what else to do. Where else to go. Outside there was a storm. Inside there was a storm. His past, the foreseeable future- a storm the likes of which he didn't want to think about.

Hoseok sat up, slowly, as if Yoongi was some sort of scared animal and moving too abruptly might startle him. "Okay. I won't... I won't bring up us. Just like you won't bring up the heat."

Yoongi nodded, the room lit for a millisecond by a streak of lightning and they both looked out the window.

"Ice?"

"What?"

"I just- Something actually cold to drink might be nice, yeah?"

Yoongi nodded again, 'Should I-"

"No, I'll go."

"Okay."

Hoseok stood and walked into the kitchenette to take the room's ice bucket, flipping it in his hands absent-mindedly.

He stepped out the door and Yoongi recalled that summer. The heat and the strain and thunder that laced their words-

Both of their words.

Hoseok was one to think that Yoongi could do no wrong, that he himself was the one that was too harsh. But Yoongi was just as stressed, just as ready to strike at an exposed nerve when he was irritated, lightning to an unlucky tree.

Just as unfair and young and irrational.

They fought all summer, working utilities or not.

It wasn't about if the lights worked. If the air conditioner worked.

It was them.

Yoongi was terrified that they wouldn't work and he'd rather break up after a fight than in quiet defeat. He'd never say this, maybe not even now, but it was just easier to feel strong when he was angry.

But the thing about anger is that it is no stronger than any other emotion when it grows from your insecurities and Yoongi had to face that. He had to do it alone when the storms between them had taken too much. After they'd both apologized, sifting through the debris of what used to be them and found not much was left.

The harshest storms, the most damaging... The most memorable... were always named after people. And Yoongi was one that had passed through Hoseok's life four years ago. Just as Hoseok had passed through his.

He'd thought that was that.

But here they were.

Different people than they once were, though not unrecognizable.

The thunder rattled the hotel window in its frame and Yoongi looked at the empty doorway. The hallway with its flickering lights.

How empty the room felt without Hoseok.

And, as if hearing his name circling Yoongi's inner thoughts, the taller man materialized, ice bucket in hand, "Machine was practically empty," he shook it for emphasis and the few cubes rattled around inside, a hollow metallic sound.

Hoseok let the door fall closed and crossed the room to the kitchenette, tossing the ice bucket into the empty freezer for safe-keeping. And then he opened the freezer door again, just staring inside.

"What?"

"Nothing," Hoseok shook his head, "Just contemplating standing with my head in the freezer."

Yoongi sat on the bed, leaning back onto the stack of pillows, "My turn next."

"Did you want some? Ice? I could...," Hoseok pointed his thumb at the group of water bottles on the counter.

"Sure."

Hoseok poured himself and Yoongi a glass, dropping a few ice cubes into the water and joined Yoongi, at first sitting far too close but remembered to scoot away.

"Thanks."

They sat, side by side for quite some time. The rain drumming against the window in full force, the wind picking up and small debris from the beach flung onto the glass and immediately washed away.

It reminded Yoongi of the silences they often shared that summer, between the bitter words. Before mutual destruction.

But at the same time, he couldn't put his finger on it... this didn't feel like that.

He turned to the younger man, so many questions piling up on his tongue, but the only one that made it past his lips was, "Some contest prize, huh?"

Hoseok nodded, bringing his glass up to his lips before turning to meet Yoongi's eyes, knowingly, "Did Seokjin and Taehyung force you to enter the drawing?"

"Yep. What about you? Namjoon and Jimin?"

Hoseook smiled down into his glass, letting the rapidly dissolving cubes clink together, "Mhm."

"Meddling fucks," Yoongi laughed, fanning himself with his shirt collar, "We're both going to die here of heatstroke as punishment for being single. Or- At least- That's why they pushed me to enter- I don't want to assume."

"No, no, you're good. You filled out the same form I did. There was a section for bringing a guest if we won the prize and I clearly came on my own. Jimin was convinced I'd meet someone out here on a beach at sunset." He looked over at the window as another loud crack of thunder echoed in the skies and the ocean was illuminated by two bolts of lightning, "I guess there's still time," he said dryly.

Yoongi laughed at that, "And instead you're here with me."

Hoseok turned back to face Yoongi, "Yeah."

And they fall into an easy silence again.

Hoseok was single. A question Yoongi hadn't directly asked, answered.

Maybe he'd hazard actually asking another.

"You know I'm sorry too, right?"

"I know."

"I was an ass."

"I know. We were both idiots."

Yoongi didn't romanticize his past relationships. He wouldn't pretend that Hoseok had ruined all other men for him. He didn't. Yoongi had had other relationships, some short-lived, some long-term loves that just didn't work out. He wouldn't pretend that Hoseok had been on his mind over the course of four years.

But he couldn't ignore the fact that Hoseok was the only thing on his mind the moment he stepped into the hotel room.

We were both idiots.

And maybe Yoongi never stopped being an idiot. He'd matured, of course, but there was a decent chance that he was still, very much, an idiot.

Because all he wanted right now was to reach forward- Wanted to push his fingers through Hoseok's hair - sweaty or not he didn't care. Wanted to pull him forward and kiss him, taste that sheen of sweat sitting just on the curve of his upper lip. Wanted-

Stop.

"Yoongi."

"Mm?"

"Give me your glass?"

Yoongi didn't even think, he just handed it over and Hoseok leaned over to the side table, setting down both Yoongi's glass and his own.

The younger man returned to his position, facing Yoongi and Yoongi didn't know what to expect. And then Hoseok spoke-

"I know that look."

"What look?"  Denial, the obvious choice.

"Yoon."

"Fine. So there's a look."  Short-lived denial. Because who was he to deny Hoseok anything-

"I know that look, Yoon," the taller man repeated.

"Okay... And you took my glass... so I could, what? Act on this look?"

Yoongi's brain was no longer connected to his mouth and it screamed at him, ignored inside his skull-

Stop. Stop NOW.

"I- I guess," Hoseok laughed at the realization. That laugh. That smile that made it humanly impossible for Yoongi to listen to his brain. Not now. "We're a fucking mess, Yoon."

"I know. Can I kiss you?'

"Please."

Yoongi rushed forward, and when they finally connected- He could finally feel his hands cupping Hoseok's face. Felt Hoseok's lips against his own, parting, mouth still cool from the ice water.

He let his hands meet at the nape of Hoseok's neck, skin burning against his fingertips and fingers buried in his hair as he pulled Hoseok forward. Pulled their bodies together, climbing into Hoseok's lap even though the temperature of the room had been indisputably horrendous since his arrival. It didn't matter now that every cell in his body remembered and craved the way that Hoseok always made him feel on fire.

There was something to be said about memory.

Those lips, so soft and unwavering. The taste of Hoseok as the taller man opened his mouth, easily letting Yoongi in to deepen the kiss. The scent of his skin and the familiar weight of his hands.

As if it had been just yesterday. Yoongi didn't even have to think.

And Hoseok moved with him, fingers curling around the hem of his shirt, hesitating, waiting for Yoongi, and Yoongi nodded, "Mm- mhm," refusing to break their kiss until he had to lift his arms so Hoseok could pull his shirt over his head, a motion followed soon with Hoseok's own shirt tossed off the side of the bed.

Yoongi blinked, almost disbelieving of the turn of events, and watched a bead of sweat down Hoseok's neck, neon lights softly reflected from the window, following the glowing line down his chest. Vaguely feeling the pull of Hoseok's hands drawing Yoongi back toward him, back into the kiss.

Their lips connected and though his eyes were closed, Yoongi could see the flicker of the lights in their hotel room, heard the clap of thunder and the crash of rain against the windows. Felt Hoseok jump slightly under him, startled by the storm, and Yoongi smiled into the kiss because he still remembered the exact soothing touches it used to take in order to melt away the tension from the taller man's frame.

Burning, skin to skin, Yoongi let his hands drop from Hoseok's neck to his shoulders, feeling Hoseok's hands come to rest on top of his own, moving them along his skin so Yoongi didn't even have to stop to ask.

All this happening as a silent protest pleaded in Yoongi's mind, a voice, fearful of what this could mean, fearful that the consequences of what was left unsaid would be waiting for them in the morning.

He didn't want to, but he pulled away.

"Hoseok."

The taller man chased his lips and Yoongi let him, unwilling to ignore the way kissing Hoseok felt like coming home.

"Mm?"

"I... We're not kids anymore."

Hoseok pulled back at that, "What do you mean?"

Yoongi let his arms rest around Hoseok's neck, leaning back while seated in his lap, silently acknowledging his own ill timing, "I mean- I mean, I can be upfront with you now: I'm fine if this is just.. y'know, some vacation fling that you wanna get out of your system. Or if it's... if it's more. I don't need an answer one way or another- not this second - but I just... Want you to know where I stand."

Hoseok's eyes watched Yoongi's own for a moment before connecting their lips again, moving slowly, methodically, his lips and hands silencing any and all further commotion from Yoongi's inner voice. Hands running over his body, one down the side of his torso and one coming to rest at the nape of his neck, pulling Yoongi further into his space and slotting their bodies even closer together.

Hoseok pulled back, only slightly, forehead resting against Yoongi's and Yoongi could feel the heat mingling between their bodies in the overwhelmingly stifling hotel room, but somehow it wasn't uncomfortable.

Lightning flashed, illuminating the beachfront outside their window for a millisecond and the rain poured down impossibly louder, but it didn't matter.

Somehow, nothing mattered more than when Hoseok spoke, his breath fluttering against Yoongi's lips, "You're right, we're not kids anymore. And this is nowhere near what I had planned or expected for this trip... But you are far from something I just want to 'get out of my system'."

Yoongi tilted his face, meeting Hoseok's lips again as he shifted in the taller man's lap, backing away on his knees and pulling gently at Hoseok's belt loops so he would follow. Once they were both kneeling in the center of the bed, Yoongi placed Hoseok's hands on his own belt buckle and the younger man had no misunderstanding about the intent, pulling open the belt and Yoongi's jeans and then his own shorts.

Yoongi shuffled out of his jeans and let himself fall down to his elbow, leaning off the bed to reach for Hoseok's suitcase since his own was stowed in the closet.

He pulled the suitcase closer, unzipping as Hoseok's shorts were thrown over his head, landing on the chair, "Still keep a stash in the blue bag?"

"Mhm," Hoseok nodded, a hand sliding up Yoongi's back as he retrieved a blue zippered bag that Hoseok, ever-prepared, kept in his luggage when he traveled.

Unzipping the bag, Yoongi poked through the contents, feeling more than a little nosy about what the younger man kept in there nowadays. A different brand of lube, but (strangely comforting) the same brand of condoms as always.

"Yoon?"

"Yeah."

"C'mere."

He looked back and Hoseok was there, leaning back against the stack of pillows, having thrown off his boxers at some point.

Yoongi set the bag on the side table, to be revisited at a later moment, and tugged off the rest of his clothes. He crawled further into the bed, the hollow shadows of the rain on the window panes rolling down Hoseok's body, drawing Yoongi's attention to every inch of his exposed skin.

Too hot to be coy under the hotel sheets, they were both completely bare.

His heartbeat echoed in his ears again at the sight, at the thought of touching Hoseok... like this, after so long... and suddenly he was very aware of the room around them.

"Is this okay? Should we- Do you- do you care about the lights?"

"Nah. If you're good, I'm good, just- C'mere," Hoseok repeated softly, pulling him closer until Yoongi was straddling him again and leaning down, chest to chest. Nothing between them but quiet breaths.

Hoseok kissed him again and this time Yoongi could feel Hoseok against his whole body, feel his skin ignite. Feeling hands come to rest on his ass and a whimper escaped into Hoseok's mouth.

Yoongi felt the younger man smile into the kiss before pulling away, hands tracing his skin, "Okay if I finger you open like this?"

"Yes," Yoongi nodded against Hoseok's chest while the taller man reached to grab the bottle of lube from its place on the nightstand. Their bodies pressed together as he shifted, feeling Hoseok's cock pressed against him, Yoongi didn't bother with subtlety and let his hips twitch in response, "Fuck."

He could hear the click and the wet sounds as Hoseok coated his fingers and then-

"Yoon," a hand on his side, easing down behind one of his thighs and giving a light tug forward, "could you?"

Yoongi was acutely aware of his own heartbeat, nodding as he situated himself a little higher on Hoseok's body, and rested his cheek on the pillow beside him rather than down on his shoulder.

Looking right into those warm brown eyes, unblinking, for as long as he could until one of Hoseok's fingers circled his rim and his eyes fluttered closed, lost in the feeling of Hoseok's fingers and their careful, thorough movements.

Tactile. Good with his hands.

So good with his hands.

"'Seok-ah-"

Hoseok shifted under him to bring his face nearer, and at first Yoongi didn't notice, letting himself get caught up in the sensation until he felt Hoseok's breath fanning out against his neck. He opened his eyes and moved into the kiss, moaning into Hoseok's mouth as the younger man stretched him open.

And Hoseok knew exactly what he was doing, the slightest rotation of his wrist, two fingers moving in and out, curling at just the right intervals. Letting Yoongi whine into their kisses before adding yet another finger, grazing past his prostate again and again.

And again.

Until Yoongi couldn't even kiss back if he wanted to, at the point of fisting the bedsheets in a death grip and biting into Hoseok's shoulder-

" ..'Seok- Don't- Don't stop. I'm-"

"You gonna cum?" Hoseok turned to drop a kiss to Yoongi's temple, whispering along his hairline, "Gonna make a pretty mess for me, baby?"

And 'baby' from Hoseok, after four years, was all it took to tip Yoongi over the edge, all it took before he was gasping Hoseok's name and coming between their bodies, making them both wet and slippery.

Yoongi pushed himself up, on wobbly arms, body still feeling aftershocks from his orgasm, but he wanted - he needed - to push himself up. Chest just barely hovering above Hoseok's.

Needing to find, first, Hoseok's eyes and then his lips, again.

"'Seok," hands gripping Hoseok's shoulders, swirl of emotions causing his heart to pound in his chest. The feeling somehow both familiar and fleeting because no two storms could ever be exactly the same.

"Right here, baby," the taller man's breath brushed against his mouth and Yoongi crowded him then, catching his lips pressing up against his body until melting together could be considered a genuine risk.

Lips connecting, sliding, smiles pressed against flesh. He could vaguely hear the sound of the foiled condom wrapper and then felt Hoseok's hand on the lower curve of his back as he adjusted both of their bodies. Yoongi didn't stop the kiss - couldn't stop the kiss - burying his hands still deeper into Hoseok's hair as the taller man laid him on his back and the moment Hoseok pushed the head of his cock into him, the thoughts in his mind became a jumbled mess of abstract chaos and sensation. The hotel room around them, the scenery outside the window becoming less and less distinct in his all-consuming tunnel vision.

A crack of thunder rang out, echoing in the skies, and it may as well have been a starter's pistol for the way that Hoseok slid into him in one smooth and continuous motion, hips meeting the backs of Yoongi's thighs.

And he kept moving, steady, no longer kissing him but resting his forehead onto Yoongi's. Concentrating. Holding both of Yoongi's hands against the mattress, easing them closer and closer to the headboard until he was gripping them both above Yoongi's head. Yoongi interlaced their fingers, both of them wordless as Hoseok's mouth returned and his hips picked up pace. Gasping for air between kisses but settling on breathing each other.

Yoongi angled his body up, squeezing Hoseok's hands and wrapping his legs around the man's hips. Pulling him in further letting out a groan as his head fell back onto the pillow.

Shadows magnified across the wall with the next lightning strike, Hoseok mouthing kisses along his throat, the smaller man tensing up under him, almost unnoticeably so. But even four years later, Hoseok recognized Yoongi's tells.

Hoseok gave one of Yoongi's hands a squeeze before pulling free, the man beneath him moaning in anticipation as it glided between them and wrapped around his cock.

"Come on, baby," Hoseok dragged his lips up to the shell of Yoongi's ear, "Wanna hear you."

Only a couple repeated motions, Hoseok pulling his hips back before bottoming out, and Yoongi's body was curling in on Hoseok's. Legs shaking, body practically vibrating as Yoongi came closer, breath leaving his body and cries of absolutely disorienting pleasure muffled into Hoseok's shoulder.

And he didn't stop, noises competing with that of the storm as Hoseok continued moving. Inside of him, outside of him, surrounding him until he spilled over Hoseok's hand.

Hoseok followed soon after, Yoongi tight around him, burying his face in his neck.

After a few moments, breathless, the taller man pushed himself up, collapsing on the bed next to Yoongi. "It's fucking hot in here."

Yoongi, eyes closed, reached his hand over, lazily smacking the younger man's chest, "Shut up."

Hoseok chuckled, turning to press a kiss to Yoongi's temple.

They lay together, ready for sleep, storms of the past fading away, and Yoongi let his eyes fall closed knowing that the only remedy for bad memories was to make new ones in their stead.

"Hoba?"

"Mm?"

"What are you doing tomorrow at sunset?"

"Probably taking selcas of us on the beach and sending them to Jimin."

"Weird, me too."

"Sounds like a date."

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Yoongi woke up the next morning to Hoseok's head on his shoulder, their fingers interlaced, the bed facing the floor to ceiling windows of their hotel room.

And the view of endless, clear skies.

the end

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