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The bar is Yoongi’s favorite place. What is better than being in a place where they sell you beer and where you meet other people? Absolutely nothing. His luck was running out today. There wasn’t any one else that was coming to the bar. Everyone was interesting on the dance floor where the new dj was playing popular electronic music.
He sighs, his eyes staring at the reflection of the light that was registering on his empty glass. It was a slow night, he wonders. Not a single soul to pass the time out.
“Another glass of vodka,” Yoongi tells the bartender a little tipsy. He can feel a little woozy but he still has his conscience so he doesn’t really care at the moment.
He can feel his body start to sweat and his sweater was absorbing all the heat and distributing cool sweat onto his body. Yoongi pulls his sweater a couple times to let air in. He lets air out into the inside of his sweater, relaxing when the coolness hits his chest.
“Did I loose my cool today?”Yoongi cocks his head to the left, feeling the disappointment settling. Usually, he gets to go home with someone, no matter the gender, but no such luck today.
He sighs again. The bartender hands him the glass of vodka. He picks the glass up and raises to his mouth. His bottom lip touches the glass but he doesn’t drink. He lets his hand rest, the glass still stuck on his lips, and stays like this for a while.
After what seems like a while, Yoongi takes a gulp of the vodka and then brings down the glass to the table where he places it right next to his phone. He checks the time and then vigorously locks the phone. It was still too early to leave.
Making sounds with his mouth, he spins the stool to face the dance floor. He looks around for someone to fuck. He licks his lips as he stares at two guys dancing closely, their crotches rubbing together. They look nice but he knows that he shouldn’t be involved with them. They’re too much trouble.
He takes his eyes from them to a guy who was at a table, his leg crossed over the other as he took a sip of his drink. His hair was parted to the left and he had a black blazer with no undershirt, his abs clearly showing.
Yoongi shakes his head again. He looks rich and he normally doesn’t fuck with rich boys. It seems like there is no one today that he can have fun with.
He works all day long and at the end of the day, all he wants his a night of pleasure. He guesses that today he won’t have pleasure. Which annoys him because he really wants to distress himself from work.
“I guess I won’t get any action today,” Yoongi mutters under his breath. He turns to take a chug of the remaining vodka that his glass contains.
“Aigoo!” He shakes his head and makes a sound after the vodka has gone through his throat.
His hand goes to the back of his pants’ pocket where his wallet is at when his ear starts to buzz. He groans in pain and covers both his hands on his ear. He sneers and turns around to look where the noise is coming from.
“Shut the hell up?” He says once he notices where the noise comes from. A guy next to him is talking too loud, yelling, and laughing like a horse.
“Don’t tell me to shut up, grandpa! This a club, WHERE WE COME TO HAVE FUN” The guy yells in Yoongi’s ear, his hands on his mouth to emphasize that he is yelling.
“Get your filthy hands from me, horse boy.” Yoongi, angrily, removes the guys hands from his ears.
“Filthy my ass. Why are you even here? Grandpas are not allowed to be in the club.” The guy scoffs.
“Whatever.” Yoongi rolls his eyes. Why is he even having this conversation? Obviously, the guy is too obnoxious and annoying for him to have an actual conversation.
“How much is in total?” He takes a couple of bills out of his wallet. He lays the bills on the counter and stands up.
“Leaving so early? It’s not even one in the morning.” The guy snorts, grabbing the drink that the bartender handed him.
“Let me give you your change back.” The bartender takes the bills into his hands and turns around to put the money into the register.
“Can I ask a question? Why are you even here if you don’t like noise? Plus you look miserable.” The guy turns around to face him, sipping his drink with a black skinny straw.
“Thank you for your observation. What would I do without the help of a stranger?” Yoongi says sarcastically. “But to answer your question. I’m here to look for a person to fuck. I have no such luck today.” Yoongi tells the guy bluntly. He doesn’t see the shock that is evident on the guy because he is looking down at the floor discouragingly.
“How can you think so cold-hearted. Humans are not objects for your own pleasure.” The guy scoffs.
“There are if you pay them, lol.” Yoongi chuckles, using the Internet word out loud. Why is the guy acting like paying someone to pleasure him is such a bad thing? It’s not like he invented this shit. This has been going on for ages and no one stops it because it’s profitable and because people like to have pleasure in their lives.
“Your words are like a stab in my heart. When did people start to objectify other people?” The guy takes a chug with disapproval.
“There is this thing called prostitution not that I engage in that but people still do that. I, in the other hand, have sex with people because they want to have a good time just as I do.”
“You don’t have to look shock. Where you raised by wolves or are you honestly so fucking innocent?”
“I’m not innocent. I’m just not a horrible human being. If you’re sad that you need to use people for your own pleasure, why don’t you just, I don’t know, do something else to pleasure you?”
“Because that would require for me to do extra effort and I just want pleasure, not some fucking emotional shit that is going to supposedly heal my heart or some shit like that.” Where is he heading with this conversation? All this questions are giving him a headache. He just wants to go home. Where is the bartender anyways? Yoongi looks around for the bartender. He spots him making some sort of blue drink at the other side of the bar.
“How can you be so horrible to yourself?” The guy asks, defensively as if he just been disappointed again. As if I have disappointed him which is absurd because we are just strangers.
“Why do you care so much about me? You don’t even know me?” I ask him out of pure curiosity. Whats it to him to ask me so many questions? Caring whether I am decent human being or not? What does he gain from this conversation?
“Then let me get to know you? I’ll buy you a drink.” The guy shakes his drink at me, the ice cubs rattling from inside the glass. He warmly smiles at me which makes my insides twist.
“Why?” Why does he want to get to know me better? More importantly, why does him caring enough to get to know me, brings my insides to twist with adrenaline? Why does he make me feel alive?
“You’re intriguing. I want to scrape your mind and see the real you.” He nudges his shoulders.
“Alright. I need alcohol in my system, anyways. Our conversation sober me up and I need to be drunk if I’m going to put up with you.” Yoongi sits himself back on the stool and turns to look at the guy,” What’s your name?”
“Hoseok. And you?”
“Yoongi.” Is all he says. The bartender guy comes back with his change. He grabs it and puts it back on his pocket. He orders again the same thing he did an hour ago. The guy, Hoseok, orders the same thing.
Two hours later, and a couple of drinks absorbed into their system, Yoongi is dragging a drunk Hoseok by his arms. Hoseok giggles as he tries to get him inside the cab. After he has succeeded in getting Hoseok into the cab, he gets inside and closes the door. He tells the cab driver to take them to a near hotel. He doesn’t know where Hoseok lives and he doesn’t want to ask because he doesn’t want this night to end. He still wants to feel alive.
In the middle of the drive, Hoseok stirs and begins to wake from his mini sleeping state. He looks around until his eyes land on Yoongi. Yoongi turns to look at him, puzzled. Hoseok’s hair was already messy and his lips were the only thing on Yoongi’s eyes.
“Where are we going?” Hoseok coughs, his throat already dried and asking for water.
“To a hotel. Here, I bought this before we left the club.” Yoongi throws the water bottle at Hoseok. Hoseok catches the water bottle and opens the cap. He takes a drink and hands the bottle back to Yoongi.
“Are you taking me there to force me to have sex?”
Yoongi makes a face,” not if you don’t want to. I wouldn’t force you to have sex with me if you don’t want to.” He is taken back by hid question. Just because he uses me people to have sex doesn’t mean he is really that horrible. He only has sex with people that want to have sex with him. He has never forced anyone to have sex with him. He isn’t that cruel.
“What if I do?” Yoongi’s head springs up out his position on the seat. He rotates his body to face Hoseok. He looks at him in the eye, intensively. “Are you kidding?”
“No. I want to show you a different side of sex. I want to fuck you with tenderness.” Yoongi is left speechless. Hoseok has left him without a word to say. He is startled. Hoseok’s demand gets him riled up.
The rest of the ride is silent. Their body attraction is getting heated up and its waiting to be touched and be felt.
Yoongi pays the cab driver upon the arrival of their destination. Yoongi grabs Hoseok’s wrist and leads him to the register. Yoongi pays for the night and then he hurries his pace to their room.
Once the door is closed of their hotel room, Hoseok wastes no time to push Yoongi to the bed. He seductively, looks at him while he removes his shirt and then shakily undoes the button of Yoongi’s pants.
“In a hurry, are we?” Yoongi chuckles. Hoseok doesn’t say anything and instead kisses him on the neck.
Yoongi moans, pulling his head back to enjoy the sensation that Hoseok is doing to his skin. Yoongi wraps his hand around Hoseok’s neck as he lets Hoseok take the lead. He’s usually the dominant one but today he is letting Hoseok be dominant.
Hoseok’s lips lead to his and they hungrily start to attach their lips together, like a magnet. While they’re making out, Hoseok’s hand goes to Yoongi’s member causing him to gasp at the touch. Yoongi moans on Hoseok’s lips.
They part their lips and he motions Hoseok to have his mouth on his member rather than his hands. Hoseok smirks, doing the command that he was told. Yoongi’s toes curl with pleasure. His eye arch back and he holds back a moan with his teeth pressing on his bottom lip.
Then soon they are both naked and Hoseok’s member is inside of Yoongi’s ass. Hoseok thrusts into Yoongi slowly and with care. Yoongi claws his hand on Hoseok’s leg while he enjoys the pain from their intercourse. Yoongi calls Hoseok’s name repeatedly; Hoseok kissing Yoongi’s neck, leaving his neck with purple bruises.
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“How was it?” They were both panting, their bodies sweaty and filled with cum. Yoongi cleans himself and Hoseok with another sheet.
“It was amazing, to be honest. It wasn’t quick and rough. You made love to me and that felt really amazing. Thank you.” Yoongi kisses Hoseok’s shoulder. Hoseok smiles, his eyes closing and opening, at the same time his heart is rapidly pumping oxygen. “Your welcome.”
And just like that Yoongi’s perspective on sex changed. It wasn’t about pleasure anymore but about an intimate moment between your lover and despite only meeting him today, he felt like he knew him already. His heart started to beat with this new feeling he never felt before: fulfillment. His heart was filled with warmth and tranquility.
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It was a windy day for Hoseok whom was watching the leaves fall apart each time the wind blew harder. Hoseok sighs and walks towards the kitchen table, grabs the phone and messages Yoongi about the change of plans. He was so excited for the day to come and show him the place where he goes each time he feels lonely and depressed. A couple streets away from his house, there was a bench painted with beautiful flowers blooming meaning spring was nearing.
He would sit there, put music on his phone and let each song bring him peace and quiet, forgetting the troubles he had to face back home. That was something he always look for whenever the world was in chaos. Hoseok wanted to show Yoongi something so intimate and private, a different side of him that he never showed to anyone else.
A beep sound came from his phone, locking his password with the thumb of his finger, taps Yoongi’s face and a message came up.
Yoongi😎: Its okay love, we could have a picnic date another time. It doesn’t matter where we get to spend our free time. As long as I’m with you, everything would be perfect.
Hoseok let go of the anger he had and smiles sheeply at Yoongi’s message. Now that the wind ruined his plans, he decided to make the proposal in his apartment . It wasn’t romantic like he wanted too but it was the only thing he had in mind. Hoseok sends a quick message, shuts his phone off and desperately starts to clean his apartment.
First, he grabs the sheets from his bed and starts folding it, a smile spreading into his face as a memory comes in mind; a naked Yoongi laying down on the right side of the bed, his arm underneath the pillow and the other on the sheets. After Hoseok found out Yoongi was pregnant, they found out that it was hard for them to have sex.
Yoongi stomach was beginning to grow, so was the revelation of his strech marks. He felt too ugly to even shower with Hoseok or even change in on front of him.
” That was amazingly beautiful. ” Yoongi said, looking at the ceiling, too afraid to look sideways were his boyfriend was caressing his five month bump.
“Thanks” Hoseok leans over and plants small kisses on Yoongi’s bump, hearing small giggles coming from his boyfriend’s mouth.
“For what?”
“For letting me be your first on giving my heart and soul to someone who truly does love me for me. And for not letting me annoyed you when we first met, I was really surprised you actually talked to me back.” Yoongi looks to the right, slips his hands into his boyfriend’s hand, moves his head and lays it down on his chest, putting his other hand in his stomach.
Yoongi wasn’t going to lie that after five years of dating, he still feels weird about having these weird emotions with a guy, letting his guard down. He was always the type of have a cold expression, not giving a shit of what people taught of him, only getting drunk and waited for someone to take and have sex.. But Hoseok was different from the people he met, always so cheery, getting under his skin and showing interest in him, wanting more than to play around with.
“The only reason I talked to you back was because you were giving me this sort of adrenaline that I didn’t get from any one else, But I’m glad you did because I would have never met the most handsome and honest man.” Yoongi meant every word he was saying, showing that he changed from being an immature boy to a grown man.
Back then, Yoongi was only looking to have sex for pleasure, not thinking about his own happiness until he met Hoseok at the bar. He made sense into his life, showing him there was more to life than just hooked ups with random strangers.
“Aww, look at you being all sentimental. Who knew the bad boy could have a warm heart,” Hoseok coos at his pregnant boyfriend.
“Shut the fucked up, Hoseok. Do you want your face to have a bruise and called off work because I can do that.” Without a struggle, Yoongy sits his ass down on Hoseok pelvis and puts a fist down in mid air, faking that he was angry.
Hoseok rolling his eyes, sarcastically starts playing along with his boyfriend’s game,” Sure, why not. Getting off work means that I have to see you more often in yours, don’t you want that.”
“Babe, don’t even dare to play games with me. Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can give you some good bruises. ” The pregnant boy hormones were at its peak. Every little detail or comments would set him off, especially when Hoseok starts toying with him. And right know his boyfriend was ruining this beautiful moment.
Hoseok chuckles at the cute scenario he’s witnessing. He knows that his pregnant boyfriend was just playing with him, but a little afraid of he might say back.
“Sorry, babe. I won’t mock you again.” Hoseok gently pushes Yoongi’s inside his legs, leans towards his face and kisses him hard, letting his hands do all the talking.
After two hours of cleaning, Hoseok throws himself dramatically into his bed. The kitchen, bathroom and bedroom was clean and spotless, making the apartment looking brand new when he bought it a couple years ago. With so much excitement, he gets up from his bed and goes towards his closet. It takes Hoseok a couple minutes to decide what to wear, thinking hard on what Yoongi likes him to wear. Finally, an idea came into his mind. He grabs a ripped black jeans, a black t-shirt and black Nike shoes. He then proceeds to his bathroom, undresses his pijamas and enters the bathtub.
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Yoongi gets up from his car, closes the door from behind and starts walking towards his lover apartment. Today was an exhausted day for him, he couldn’t concentrate because of his back pain. His eight month bump was taking a toll on him, making it very hard to walk or even get up to go to work. With so much pain, he starts swaddling slowly to Hoseok house. Every step he take was making him exhausted, feeling like he walk miles. Taking a step a time, he practice he’s relaxed smile so he didn’t have to worry his boyfriend. He raises his hand in mid air and knocks three times.
A few moments of waiting, finally the door opens wide to see Hoseok fully dressed. A shocking Yoongi enters the room and takes a double look on Hoseok.
“Babe, you look gorgeous. What’s the occasion? ” Yoongi takes Hoseok by the hem of his shirt, pulls him closer and kisses him on the lips, devouring him.
He rolls his eyes in pleasure as Hoseok bites his lower lip, enjoying the way it feels. It is been a long time since Hoseok kiss him that way. Both of the lovers working all the time, it didn’t let them have a moment to themselves and when they had time, it was only to cath up on appointments, ultrasounds and shopping for the baby but never have time for intimacy.
Hoseok pulls his lips apart, taking his lover by hand and takes him to the dining table. A curious Yoongi agrees to be lead, anxiously waiting for what Hoseok had in store. He knew something was going with Hoseok when he texted him earlier about the change of plans.
“I know I said I was taking you out on a picnic date but by the looks of the weather, it couldn’t happen. So, I decided to have a date here with you.” Hoseok let go off Yoongi’s hand, moves the chair back and sits down his lover.
An amused Yoongi takes a look at the details his lover made for him. He looks at the plate in front of him, a ready to eat black noodles and steak. The table was decorated with white tablecloth and the center piece with yellow tulips on top of a clear vase. At each end of side of the vase was a round purple light candle, bringing the sweet bread flower scent to his nostrils.
“Its beautiful. I didn’t know you have a romantic side of you,” Yoongi says blushing, soothing his baby girl after she kick him a couple times.
With a proud smile, Hoseok clears his troath. “Then you haven’t seen my seductive side.” He licks his lips and winks twice, making the blonde boy blush harder and horny.
“Stop, you’re making me turn on and I haven’t eaten since the morning.” Yoongi shyly takes a bite from the black noodles.
Hoseok didn’t take Yoongi as a shy person. Back when hoseok met him at the bar, he fell in love with Yoongi’s sassy remarks and the way he didn’t give a shit of what people thought of him. As time passed, and both of them admitted their love for each other, Hoseok finally saw the real Yoongi. Understood how his lover saw the world, which made his version of how he saw the world differently.
“You should eat, babe. Having an empty stomach is not good for the baby.” Yoongi was known to eat less when he was stressing, making Hoseok worried about his health.
Yoongi nods, picking the black noodles from his fork and starts to dig in, making his stomach rumble with so much hunger. For a couple minutes, the two couple were eating in complete silence, only holding hands and smiling from time to time.
Outside, the sky was turning from blue to orange. The wind stopped blowing, leaving only cold breeze in mid air. While, eating Hoseok was preparing his speech and telling his mind to relaxed. In the other hand, Yoongi was forcing each bite to be natural, pretending to enjoy the meal he was eating despite the pain he was having.
Hoseok takes a deep breath, already relaxed enough to propose to his pregnant boyfriend.
“I-I-I want to tell you something.” The brunette boy forcefully grabs his front pocket where the engagement rings are.
“Yeah, go ahead. I’m listening.” Yoongi cuts another piece of the steak and takes a bite.
Nervously, Hoseok stands from the chair and kneels down in one knee. Yoongi who was to caught in soothing his back with his hand didn’t notice his boyfriend getting up from the chair to kneel in front of him until he hears him clear his troath.
Yoongi immediately starts to shake from excitement, his mouth wide open. He cannot believe what he is witnessing.
“Yoongi, it’s been awhile that I’ve been meaning to propose to you. When you told me that you were pregnant, the only thing in my mind was that I was so sure now that I wanted to spend my whole life with you. No amount of words can describe my love for you. You have been my rock, my happiness, the only one who I want to be with. Would you marry me?” Hoseok opens the box, revealing a small diamond, that fits his love finger perfectly.
Yoongi couldn’t find the words to say, his mind concentrating on the ring as well his pain. No, not pain. A contraction coming in.
“Yes, I want to marry you.” Hoseok smiles wide, grabbing Yoongi from the sides and kisses him.
Yoongi grasps both of his boyfriend wrist and moans in pain, another contraction coming in but this time harder.
“Hoseok, I think I’m going to labor.” Yoongi takes a deep breath, feeling another contraction coming in.
“Hold on, babe. Let me get my car keys.”
Four hours of waiting for the epidural to take in and another five hours in the operating room, he finally gives birth to healthy baby girl. Yoongi was resting in the hospital bed, watching his now fiance holding his newborn baby.
“Look, babe. Mina has your eyes.”Hoseok swaddles the baby from side to side, watching his daughter squint her eyes a couple times, trying to stay awake but fails to do so.
” And she has your cheekbones, your nose and I bet she’s going to have your personality.” Yoongi for sure knew that his daughter would be on of the most spoil child, having enough love from both her parents.
Yoongi with effort sit down next to his fiance and slides his big finger into his small daughter hand, kissing her cheek. Both of them were thankful that they met each other that day, knowing that soon a family was starting to bloom in the future.
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An update for the lovely @babyj0o. I hope you really like it. We didn’t do exactly as you suggested but I hope the smut and cute moments make up for it. This was a one shot made by my sister and I. She wrote Hoseok and I wrote Yoongi. I hope you guys like it. This one shot is also dedicated to you guys as our fourth anniversary in wattpad. Hope u guys like it. *collage by my sister Gelsey.
-Laterz Kelsi.
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