PART 5

"Who do you mean "they", mmh?"

Then sensations were making Yoongi weak. He wanted to tell him but words again get stuck somewhere in his throat.

As the light feather touch was making its irresistible magic on him, the body of Yoongi was also showing the sigh of it.

His cheeks were tinted red in shyness. He bites his lips in nervousness, eyes down on the exact place where other was stroking his palm. But he didn't say anything.

'What did he mean they?' Yoongi asked himself the same question. How can he say that he is jealous? He is envious of those who Hobi goes out with.

This is so childish because people these days don't get jealous of each other.

Why is Yoongi is like this?

Is he not human?

Is he some other species?

Yoongi was going insane with all the questions. He doesn't know what to answer the other who is continuously giving him sweet pleasure by his eyes. The fondness, passionate eye contact was giving him goosebumps.

"Can't tell you." He whispered lowly, try not to make Hobi listen to it.

"What hyungie? Aish. . move your pouty lips so I can listen to what you're saying carefully."

Hoseok again aimed to talk and smiled softly at other's attempts to not confess anything.

"Can't tell you." This time it was louder to hear. Yoongi glanced at the brat who was still giving him those weird eyes, that's making Yoongi's heart race.

"Why not?" Perplexed Hoseok questioned.

Powerless to regulate his sensitivities and emotions, unable to communicate properly with hobi, Yoongi decided to something dangerous.

And in the influence of adrenaline, he began to tear his clothes apart just for other to see the secrets he has hidden on his body.

And that make Hoseok eyes widen, "Hyungie what- what the hell are you doing? Stop!"

Hoseok almost cried out by seeing the scars on the tiny body of Yoongi when the elder's upper body wasn't hidden with a brown hoodie that always covers his knees in it.

By judging the response from his love, Yoongi didn't stop a single second and drop the only clothing that was left on his body, uncovering him in front of hobi. He just left in his bear printed underwear.

"NO! HYUNG, ENOUGH!!"

Hoseok looked away, hurriedly standing up and grabbing the small bedsheet from the side table, abruptly covering the whole body of Yoongi. Both of his hands were covering Yoongi with the cloth as he buried his face into the crook of his Hyung's neck.

But the image of naked Yoongi gets printed in his mind, forever. All did he saw was scars. Scars and scars. On his left thighs, right thighs, hands, stomach, and everywhere.

Despite that, he noticed Yoongi still look so beautiful and angelic.

"Why did you do it?!"Hoseok screamed and realized he was crying out, with him Yoongi's body was also moving up and down as he cried.

"WHY DO HAVE TO DO THIS, HUH!? These scars look. . . how deep they are! Have you gone insane, hyungie? Have you really gone. . . insane!" He sobbed on the other's neck.

"Oh God! This is all my fault! Everything is my fucking fault! I would've stopped this from happening. . ."

The other opened his eyes wide. This isn't Hobi's fault. This is all because of Yoongi. He, himself is the reason. But before he thought of doing something for hobi, other did something unexpected.

Hoseok knows Hyungie is not going to take a step forward, he needs to do it by himself.

He has to tell other that he can take care of his love properly. There's not a single chance of him losing here.

Yoongi choked on his spit suddenly when unexpectedly Hobi picks his pale body effortlessly and placed it on his naked, well-fleshed macular thighs. He now spreads them well to settle Hyungie down on it comfortably.

"Hoba~ah what. . .what are you doing!!?"

Surprised Yoongi nearly yelled at the dancer when his soft-clothed hips got in contact with the hard and flexed skin of Hobi's exposed thighs.

He was unable to bear the sensations of the dancer's hands on his waist and those tickling feelings are turning into sweet waves of pleasure. Then everything went quiet.

The silence was painful but Hobi waited, wanting to see if there's any kind of opposite signs coming from his Hyung. But there's isn't.

As he thought.

So he takes one more step forward in the line of his efforts.

Hoseok before taking a step forward he takes a deep breathe to contain himself. His eyes never abandoning the rosy cheeks of Yoongi which were just five inches away from his lips. He too blinked his eyes to get rid of the big ass tears.

This situation seems more serious than he ever thought. He had to solve this.

But Yoongi was in his own world. The scars on his body were the least of his concern right now. All places in his mind were twisting and turning with questions.

What the hell?

What the fuck is hobi exactly doing?

'He can't just be this close to me. We are roommates for god's sake. He can't do this with me. Why he is shaking my heart like this? Why he made me sit on his l-lap?' Yoongi blabber in his mind.

Oh God! He isn't behaving like a friend.

What is going on?!

"Let's take baby steps. . . is it okay Hyungie?"

Hoseok finally said, now wanted to try and start something new to which Yoongi bobbed his head innocently without thinking, clearly don't know what else to do as he looked at those beautiful dark shiny eyes.

"You have to do nothing. Just open your precious heart for me. This isn't some type of act Hyungie. All this is real."

Hoseok looked at the spaced-out baby, who is trying hard to hear what other is softly delivering next to him.

He wanted to kiss those cheeks, should he do it?

No! No! He can't! He needs to control.

"Hoba~ah. . .what are you trying to say? Please don't make a mess here." Yoongi whined when he felt a light tickle on the left side of his waist. Hoseok grinned out of nowhere at the whining.

"Where?"

A slight smirk settled on Hoseok face as he stared at Yoongi with playful eyes. But Yoongi wasn't aware why the other's expression changed in seconds.

"In my head, you dumbo!" Yoongi mumbled.

"I thought somewhere else." Hoseok joked.

Hoseok laughed freely when Yoongi froze on the spot because of what the brat just said to him. He now understands what Hobi exactly means by this.

"You. . . what did you just say?"

"I said I love you."

WHAT THE FUCK?

Yoongi suddenly lost his balance, and fell down on the floor, landing hard on his hips which started to pain a lot. But that didn't stop him from looking at his love with wide eyes.

Hoseok didn't pick the other, he just crouched down on the floor and looked at Hyungie and move forward to do something.

Yoongi hissed back from his direction when Hobi came so close to his face, trying to decrease the distance which was in between in their hearts.

"I know you love me too, my sweet hyungie."

Yoongi's breath hitched when a light peck stumbled lazily on his nose by Hoseok. And there he goes, denying the sentence.

"No! I don't. . .dont. . ." Yoongi looked everywhere except Hobi. This is out of his comfort level. He can't let anyone enter his walls.

But he doesn't realize that his heart was already stolen from him the moment the Yoongi attached their cheeks together, now speaking so close to Yoongi's left ear.

"Don't stop your heart from reaching out, baby."

All of a sudden he was showered by kisses on his nose, eyes, cheeks, and forehead by Hoseok which left him breathless. And when he opened his clear blue eyes he met a smiling Hobi.

"This doesn't affect me." Hoseok pointed at a scar on Yoongi's cheek. "And this doesn't affect." Again at another scar,

"And not that one you have on your waist, that deep one which I love the most. I love every scar in your body do you hear me?" He simply cleared what the other has in his mind.

"Why do you do this?"

He softly asked. "It's because you want me here, right? Not anywhere near somebody who is not you. Are you jealous baby?"

Yoongi now doesn't want to lie. So he bobbed his head. Hoseok responded with a shake of his head,

"I am sorry all this happened because of me, hyungie. I loved you from the start, sorry for not telling you. But now I can't stop myself from telling you this." He grinned, trying to bit back the smile which was spreading on his face.

"I love you so much Hyungie. I love you. I love you, I love you and I love you."

Now Yoongi didn't look away.

He wanted to watch this scene.

This feeling.

This exact feeling which is growing in his belly and making him laugh. He wanted to fly in the sky. The wind which was blowing to his side was now chilly than before. Without any further due he looked up at the tickling clock.

11:59:56.

Yoongi turned his head away from the clock and looked at Hobi as his eyes shine with glittery sparkles. Those beautiful petite hands of his were out and went straight to cup his lover's mushy cheeks.

And then everything stopped when their soft pretty lips connected making their soul and heart one.

Hoseok freeze for a second but collected himself the right second after he received the delightful kiss. When his long blemish green veiny hands wrapped around his Hyungie's waist happily, Yoongi let out a shuddered whimper by the pressure.

Yoongi's legs weren't working, they were numb, purely senseless when other tighten the embrace.

Yoongi pants breathlessly in Hoseok's lips, writhing in his hold, because he never kissed someone like this, never so intensely.

When the need for oxygen was at its peak Yoongi tried to stop Hobi by tugging on the blue shirt, but other didn't stop.

When Hoseok is done, he let go and so Yoongi collapses on the floor, sucking a deep breath. He was shaking like a leaf, as his hands trembling where he grips the deep blue shirt.

There was a string of saliva connecting both of their lips.

"I love you. Hoba~ah. . .I "

He whimpers at his own words, eyes widening, his entire body tingling pleasantly.

"Yes, say it, my love. Whatever you have in your mind, just say it." Hoseok whispered, cheeks flushed, hair messy, and eyes glassy by the kiss.

"I love you so much Hob~ahh. More than anything in this wor-world. . . " he stopped tried to clear the haze in front of his eyes by the tears. He sniffles, reaching up because he wants Hobi to kiss him again.

So they kissed again for a second.

"I still have this feeling in my heart and it does scare me, but I'm going to fight it." He sobbed, trying to say as many words as he can. Because he doesn't know when his lips will decide not to talk and he will lose his only chance.

"I'm going to fight it for you. . . with you. You're going to help me, right?" His hopeful eyes glossy eyes were continuously struggling to find the answer.

"Yes, I will help you hyungie. You are not alone as I said." Hoseok smiled bashfully.

"By the way, happiest birthday my only love."

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