last hope

Chapter 17

Hoseok had no idea that his body could ache this much. And as a dancer, that says a lot.

'Morning,' Yoongi presses a kiss to Hoseok's temple, stretching as he sits up in bed.

Hoseok groans, snuggling further down under the blankets.

'I think my insides are bruised,' Hoseok whines, wincing as he shifts against the mattress. The springs squeak under their weight.

Yoongi grins, disappearing under the blankets. 'Do you want me to check?'

Hoseok pulls him back up by his hair and Yoongi cries out, smacking his hand away and rubbing his scalp.

'How loud do you think we were?' Hoseok whispers, as he listens to Seokjin and Namjoon wandering around the living room.

Yoongi snorts. 'I wasn't that loud,' he sits up, his hair mussed and fluffy. 'You on the other hand probably caused hearing loss to anyone within a 50 mile radius.'

Hoseok smacks his shoulder. 'I was not that loud.'

'I had to cover your mouth to stop you screaming.'

'Exactly,' Hoseok shakes his head.

Yoongi looks at him fondly. 'What am I going to do with you?'

'Well you're sure as hell not fucking me again, I'm not even sure I can walk yet.'

Yoongi smacks his ass as Hoseok hobbles out of bed. He catches his reflection in the mirror and gasps. His thighs are bruised. Shit.

Hoseok pulls on the first pair of sweatpants he finds, throwing on a hoodie which may or may not be Yoongi's and heading for the kitchen before his boyfriend can notice.

'Morning, hyung.' Namjoon smirks from where he's currently perched on the countertop. Seokjin stands between his knees, sipping a coffee.

'Good to see you two made up,' Hoseok smiles, shuffling towards the kettle.

Seokjin smirks, looking Hoseok up and down. 'Looks like someone had a rough night.'

Hoseok decides to ignore Seokjin and his squeaky laugh, making himself and Yoongi a cup of coffee before slowly and carefully retreating to his bedroom.

Yoongi lays on the bed in what can only be described as a "come hither" pose, one eyebrow raised. Hoseok laughs, shaking his head at Yoongi's smug smile. 'You're ridiculous.'

It's then that he notices the bruises on the other man's hips. 'Maybe we should have taken it easy,' Hoseok murmurs, kneeling beside the bed and tracing a finger over the purple and blue marks on his boyfriend's skin.

Yoongi sucks in a breath.

'Does it hurt?' Hoseok whispers, pulling his hand away. Then he notices the look on Yoongi's face. 'Absolutely not, there's no way I can dance tomorrow if you fuck me again. I can't even stand up straight.'

'I'll be gentle next time,' Yoongi snorts. 'You didn't want me to be gentle last night though.'

Hoseok flushes. 'I wasn't thinking about how much I would ache in the morning.'

'No?' Yoongi sits up, leaning forward so that he's almost eye level with Hoseok. 'What were you thinking about?'

'I-' Hoseok frowns. He blushes harder.

Yoongi shakes his head. He grips Hoseok's face with his thumb and forefinger. Hoseok stares up at him, his eyes wide. 'Don't pretend to be shy, Seok.'

'I was thinking about you,' Hoseok says and cringes. Yoongi makes this seem so easy.