“What, pretty boy, scared you won’t win?” Hoseok teases.

“Just get in your car, Jung. Let’s see how well you race.”

Hoseok smirks, “I love it when they get feisty.”

[sope au where hoseok and yoongi are rival street racers. they “hate” each other (+ clear sexual tension)] https://twitter.com/crabhyung/status/1232667493417676800
Arguments
[The song for this whole au is UGH! - BTS. It writes itself.]
“He’s late.” Yoongi mutters, staring at the worn tar that seems to burn beneath the bright sunlight and dry weather.

“Jung’s never on time. You know that.” Namjoon remarks from beside him.

Namjoon leans against Gloss, Yoongi’s jet-black racing car.
Yoongi would usually curse him for doing so, but he seems to be focused on other things.

Or rather, other people.

“Yeah, well,” Yoongi finally replies, “You knew the purple would look shit on you and you still dyed your hair. So really, are you one to talk?”
Namjoon smiles and combs a hand through his sleeked back hair.

“I needed a change. Was sick of the blonde. Besides, I think the purple suits me.” Namjoon pats Gloss, admiring the way she shines under the sun, “Also, I know you’re angry, but no need to take it out on me.”
“I’m not angry.”

“Then why do you look like you’re ready to punch someone?”

Yoongi’s back is very tense and his hands are crossed over his chest unnaturally. It‘s as if electricity is coursing through his body and Namjoon just sighs.

Jung always has this effect on him.
“Watch out, Kim, one more annoying comment and I’ll punch /you/.”

Namkook scoffs, “I’m too pretty. Punch Jungkook instead. He already has a boyfriend.”

Yoongi looks over his shoulder to raise an eyebrow at Namjoon, “What about that guy-“
Namjoon’s face immediately falls, “I don’t want to talk about that.”

Yoongi gives Namjoon a long look and then turns back to the tar road. If there’s one thing Namjoon appreciates about Yoongi is that he knows when to shut up.
The stony silence set between the two men is broken by the sound of a car driving towards them at an unnaturally fast speed.

Namjoon would know who it was before he even saw the green and purple dot in the distance.
In just a few seconds the car swerves in front of them, leaving tire tracks on the tar. The car’s emerald green and amethyst purple paint are strikingly bright, especially against their all grey and black surroundings.
The driver of the car lowers his tinted window to reveal a dashing smile and teasing gaze.

It could only really be Hoseok Jung.

“Hello Kitten,” He looks at Yoongi up and down as he chews on some gum, “Looking as dashing as ever.”
All of their friends and acquaintances are one big mix. They are all Koreans living in America with varying degrees of ability in speaking Korean (and, in fact, English), but Hoseok Jung is an outlier because of his very blatant (and, in fact, annoying) British accent.
Very little is actually known about Hoseok Jung’s life except for the fact that he lived in Britain for most of his life, maybe was even born there, and now doesn’t anymore.

Either way, the accent remains as strong as ever. It’s about just as obnoxious as everything about him.
Yoongi glares at Hoseok and Namjoon thinks one day he might actually start grunting at him or some weird shit.

“You’re late.” He simply states, as if everyone present wasn’t already familiar with the fact.

“I know, gorgeous,” Hoseok steps out of the car.
He adjusts his leather jacket as he does so. He closes the car door and leans against the vehicle, still chewing on his gum and still staring at Yoongi’s form like a predator ready to hunt.

At least he used to be a bit more discreet, Namjoon thinks to himself.
“But I had things to do. You know the world doesn’t revolve around you, pretty boy.”

Namjoon is not sure out of the three or four rotating nicknames, which one Yoongi hates the most, but Namjoon is inclined to think he hates them all in equal parts.
He’s also inclined to think a part of Yoongi likes them. Loves them even.

In fact, he’s very inclined to think that the both very much love all the things they claim to hate.

But Namjoon would never say that. He doesn’t want to get punched any time soon.
“Next time you’re late, we won’t race. Simple as.”

Hoseok chuckles, “You said that last time. Yet, you’re still here. I think you’re just scared of losing.”

Namjoon can sense how Yoongi tenses again, but he’s not sure Hoseok notices. Yoongi is good at keeping a poker face.
“The last race would state otherwise.” Yoongi comments, his tone steel cold, “In fact, most of them would.”

Hoseok’s smirk and relaxed demeanour doesn’t change. He just chews on his gum.
Truth is, the two are constantly tied. That’s why they keep racing. They want to be the conclusive winner, to be the better racer.

Hoseok grins, “We’ll see, Kitten. Get in your car. I don’t have all day.”’

Yoongi watches Hoseok get inside Hope before he gets inside Gloss.
Namjoon walks to the middle of the track. The two racers turn on their ignition. Namjoon can see how they steal some looks at each other before focusing on the road.

He’s simply there to count them in and assess who the winner is, as surprisingly he doesn’t always favour Yoongi.
He does the hand signs to make sure they are both ready. Both nod, Yoongi with his hands steadily on the wheel and Hoseok with one of them on the stick shift beside him.

“Ready, set, go!” He waves a piece of cloth that is not the usual black and white pattern but it suffices.
The two speed past him. Namjoon runs to the side of the track, waiting for them to finish the loop.

Jungkook arrives on his motorcycle, Downy (yes, named after the fabric softener) shortly after.

“Hey Joon, what’s popping?”

“You need to stop saying that.”
“Why? I think it’s catchy.” Jungkook sits beside Namjoon on the tar.

Namjoon scoffs. Jungkook is always looking to find “his catchphrase”, probably too influenced by Hoseok and his idiosyncrasies, but the older has to admit they mostly fall through flat.
“Yeah, whatever you say.” Namjoon just waves him off, keeping his eyes trained on the cars that are not quite far away.

Jungkook sighs, “I was meant to come earlier, sorry I was late.”

“Jung’s always late. You didn’t miss out on much.”
“What, did I just miss out on their annoying flirting?”

Namjoon chuckles, “Watch out, if you say that around them they might both run you over.”

Jungkook shrugs, “It’s true. Their fighting is not even convincing anymore. Not gonna lie, used to be more entertaining.”
Namjoon laughs again quietly but doesn’t say anything.

A pause goes by.

“How many nicknames today?” Jungkook asks, eyebrow raised.

Namjoon was already expecting the question, “3 or 4.”

Jungkook claps his hands, “See? I bet they only spoke for less than a minute.”
“Something like that.”

“If my predictions are correct, they’ll be fucking in less than a month. Just you wait.”

Namjoon sighs but a smile still tugs at his lips. Jungkook is too entertaining.

“I will. And I’ll do it sat down.”
Jungkook huffs, “I’m serious. You know I’m right.”

Namjoon does. Yet, he thinks they might hold out a little longer.

He just smiles, “Didn’t know you were a data analysis. Is that your side gig?”

Jungkook shakes his head, “It will. Just you wait.”
Namjoon sees the cars begin to get closer and closer. He stands. He has to pay close attention to who crosses the finishing line first. Jungkook usually provides a pretty good second opinion as well.
The noise of the speeding cars gets louder and louder and Namjoon feels the tension rise.

The cars finally swerve in front of him and cross the line. The win is always by such a close call it’s hard to even judge a winner, but Namjoon seems to sense it was Hoseok.
Jungkook points towards Hoseok’s car as well, to which Namjoon nods.

The two racers get out of their cars and walk towards Namjoon. Hoseok walks casually and with an air of confidence whereas Yoongi walks in short and blunt strides.

“So?” Yoongi asks, seemingly impatient.
“From what I could see, Hoseok won.” Namjoon says, measuring Yoongi’s expression for his reaction.

Hoseok’s grin somehow grows in brilliance and his ego visibly boosts, which sounds impossible but somehow isn’t.

“Well, Kitten, seems like you’ll have to try better next time.”
Namjoon expects Yoongi to remain calm as he always does, maybe even make a small remark before getting back in his car but Yoongi’s expression remains stone cold and somewhat unreadable.

“That is /such/ bullshit.” He finally says.
Hoseok chuckles, “Aw, are you sad you lost? Maybe Gloss over there is getting old, not doing so well.”

Yoongi looks at Hoseok with a fiery glint in his eyes and gritted teeth, “No, I just /know/ I most definitely won.“
Yoongi gets closer to Hoseok in an inflammatory way, “And don’t say shit about my car when you drive a circus truck around.”

Hoseok’s expression shifts and he seems to get more menacing. Jungkook’s and Namjoon’s eyes are glued to what is unfolding before them.
“If you really think you won, why don’t we race again? I’m pretty sure my circus truck is able to outrun your pretty little car any day.”

Namjoon decides to intervene, “You two are not racing again. We all have better things to do.”
Yoongi gives Namjoon a venomous glance before looking at Hoseok.

He looks at him up and down, “I’ll beat you next time.”

“I would like to see you try, pretty boy.” Hoseok teases, but not as playfully as before. His words carry more weight.
Yoongi glares at him, eyes very still and very bright with a passion of some kind.

“Go fuck yourself, Jung.”

Hoseok smirks, “I would, but why would I when I can find people to do it for me?”
Namjoon begins leading Yoongi away before the little playground insult battle continues.

“Shove your gum up your fucking ass!” Yoongi shouts as Namjoon drags Yoongi to his car.

“I always knew you were kinky, pretty boy!” Hoseok shouts back.
“You embarrass me.” Namjoon comments as they get in the car.

“Don’t talk to me, Joon, or I might strangle you.” Yoongi turns on the ignition, “You should’ve let me race.”

“Yeah, yeah, say whatever you want. You should be thankful I look after you.”
“Shut up.” Yoongi says, tone somewhat childish. He accelerates quickly, Namjoon body almost jostling back with the force of it.

If he didn’t trust Yoongi so much, he would’ve left the car then and there. Also if the car wasn’t going at 60 km per hour.
Namjoon waits until they got on the motorway and Yoongi has calmed down considerably before making the comment that has been bouncing around in his mind.

“‘Shove your gum up your ass?’ Seriously? What the fuck was that?” Namjoon shakes his head, “Like, dude, are you okay?”
Namjoon expects curse words or a sarcastic remark or maybe even an actual explanation about what the fuck Yoongi was thinking in that moment.

He doesn’t get any of that.

“No, I don’t think I am.”
Namjoon sighs. He leans forward and turns the volume of the music louder.

That’s a conversation for another day.
[This au will be written in a non-linear order. It will go between the past (before Yoongi and Hoseok were together) and present (Hoseok and Yoongi are dating). It will be somewhat vague when exactly things happen since I want you guys to piece the story together. Have fun.]
Abductions
“Hoseok, seriously, what the fuck is this? It’s too late for your bullshit.” Yoongi whines as leans back on the passenger seat, his lids heavy.

He watches the streets and their quiet movement as they drive past them. The night life has always lulled him, making him fall asleep.
Hoseok smiles, clearly not taking Yoongi and his excessive swearing too seriously, “You mean ‘too early’. It’s 2 am, pretty boy, brand new day.”

“You’re making it worse.” Yoongi complains.

Hoseok smiles again, that dashing smile of his, and settles his hand on Yoongi’s thigh.
It makes Yoongi’s breath stop in his throat and his heart beat fast against his chest and his cheeks flush and his lips curl into a small smile.

It still has that effect on him. It’s crazy.

“Don’t worry. The surprise will be worth it.”
Yoongi puts his hand on top of Hoseok’s, stroking his soft knuckles affectionately.

He trusts Hoseok. Whatever it is, it’ll definitely be good.

Hoseok smiles at the gesture and Yoongi knows that if he wasn’t driving, he’d lean in for a kiss.

Yoongi wants a kiss too.
The whole thing was quite impromptu, really.

Yoongi had been asleep when his ringtone woke him up. He looked at the caller ID and seen it was his completely sane, totally not weird boyfriend calling him at 1 am.

“Get dressed. I’m picking you up in ten.”
And Yoongi, because he was Yoongi and it was Hoseok, grunted and moaned but complied.

He threw on a random pair of jeans and hoodie and had barely enough time to brush his hair before Hoseok was at his door.
Hoseok showed up looking at his door looking like a dream. He was also wearing an old hoodie, one from his old college back in Britain, and a loose pair of black jeans. He had no makeup on and his brown hair had been freshly washed and he smelled like oranges and pines.
Maybe it wasn’t too flashy, it was definitely not nearly as flashy as Hoseok usually is, but it’s Hoseok - Hoseok in his natural and raw form and that’s Yoongi’s dream.

It always had been, even before Yoongi knew it.
Hoseok had ushered Yoongi to his car and now they were driving somewhere. Yoongi has no idea where the hell they could possibly be going but at the same time, he enjoys the element of surprise.

It’s exciting and new and thrilling. Everything with and about Hoseok seems that way.
It makes Yoongi dizzy and sometimes it feels so scary, too scary, but he can’t stop now, can’t quit now. Leaving Hoseok now would be like leaving the bright promise of dawn behind.

He can’t do that to himself. Not again. Not anymore.
“What you thinking, pretty boy?” Hoseok mutters quietly, voice slightly scruffy.

Yoongi shakes his head, realising he was staring at Hoseok. He seems to do that a lot.

“Just that you’re insane for planning these things in the middle of the night.”
Hoseok smiles, giving Yoongi a short glance, “The middle of the night is the most romantic time, gorgeous. Have you never watched any YA movies?”

“No, I /read/ the novels like the nerd I was.”

Hoseok chuckles, “Well then, I think you should still get the idea.”
Yoongi smiles, “You’re too cheesy for your own good.”

Hoseok tilts his head, “I won’t deny that.”

Yoongi shakes his head, “Are we almost there?”

“Yeah, five minutes tops.” Hoseok takes a left and squeezes Yoongi’s thigh gently, “You’re going to love this.”
“You’re really hyping it up. You sure I won’t be disappointed.”

“Yeah, for sure. I’ll bet my accent on it.”

Yoongi fake gasps, “But that’s your money maker!”

Hoseok laughs, “Exactly! That’s how certain I am you’ll like it.”
“Well then, if you say so.”

Yoongi wraps both his hands around Hoseok’s and he feels peace envelope him.

Just being with Hoseok is enough for him to be happy. Of course, he won’t tell him that. He doesn’t say a lot of things to Hoseok. He’s too shy to.
Hoseok is the smooth talker between them. He’s so good at flirting and telling Yoongi about all his complex feelings in flowery language and he’s- he’s just a charmer. Yoongi is better at actions, better at /showing/ his affection if people are willing to notice his efforts.
Hoseok always is. He always seems to notice all the small ways Yoongi shows him he cares.

It makes him feel warm inside.

The two finally arrive at the destination shortly after. Hoseok tells Yoongi to close his eyes so he can set up the surprise.
Yoongi just sighs and gives him a thumbs up as he closes his eyes.

He hears the trunk of the car opening and closing and Hoseok walking. He stops hearing him for some time and he gets a little scared but surely enough, an eternity later (15 minutes), Hoseok knocks on the window.
Yoongi opens his eyes and Hoseok opens the door for him.

“Come on, let’s go.” Hoseok grabs Yoongi’s hand and pulls him from the car.

Yoongi feels a little giggly. He looks up at the night sky and knows they’re not so close to the city anymore - bright stars decorate he sky.
Yoongi looks around. They are parked by a deserted road. To their left is a field with a shit ton of grass and tall greenery. There is a clear trail that separates the thick clusters of pine trees.

“Hoseok... what did you plan?” Yoongi asks as more excitement builds inside him.
“Come on. You’ll see.” Hoseok smiles and it’s a little cheeky and it makes Yoongi melt inside.

Hoseok locks the car and leads Yoongi down the trail. Yoongi keeps close to Hoseok because of the warmth he radiates. The trees are so tall above them but Yoongi gets peaks of the sky.
They keep walking, and Hoseok seems a little bit nervous. Yoongi sees how tense he is. He’d usually pop a piece of gum into his mouth to counteract the feeling, but he seems to hold back.

“I’m sure I’ll love it.” Yoongi reassures.

“I’m not nervous.” Hoseok lies.
“Sure thing.” Yoongi leans and plants a kiss on Hoseok’s cheek.

Hoseok seems to malfunction a little, his cheeks flushing lightly.

“You haven’t seen it yet and you’re already kissing me.” He chuckles, “If I had known you were so easy, I wouldn’t have planned anything.”
Yoongi shakes his head. He’s so smitten he can’t even get anything out in response.

He just shoves Hoseok lightly and squeezes his hand. Hoseok squeezes it back and gives Yoongi one of his rare shy smiles. It seems to be reserved for Yoongi, which makes the older beyond happy.
“Okay, close your eyes.” Hoseok finally says. Yoongi obeys but Hoseok still puts his hands over Yoongi eyes, leading slowly to the spot.

“You ready?” Hoseok whispers. It’s not supposed to be sexy but it makes Yoongi shiver a little.

Yoongi nods.
Hoseok removes his hands and Yoongi’s mouth immediately falls opens.

They are in the middle of a large clearing, the trees surrounding the area. In the middle, there is a very large picnic blanket with other fluffy blankets and cushions on top and various foods and a laptop.
The starry sky is completely visible as well as the crescent moon. The soft breeze blows but everything is so silent. It’s like their own private little world.

It’s simply perfect.

“Do you like it?” Hoseok asks from behind him.
Yoongi whirls around. Hoseok has his hands in his pockets and his hair is falling over his eyes.

Yoongi feels so much adoration for the man it feels otherworldly, like it comes somewhere so deep in himself that it’s almost unnatural.
No one should feel so strongly about someone, it’s too dangerous. It’s so dizzying and overwhelming and so completely consuming it’s like your chest is going to collapse into itself, like you will burst.

Yoongi feels so much he feels like could die and yet he feels so alive.
Instead, he just starts tearing up.

Before Hoseok can see it, he runs to him and envelopes him in a suffocating hug, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Hoseok quickly reacts and returns the hug, nuzzling his nose in Yoongi’s hair and taking a deep breath.
“I love it.” Yoongi hesitates before saying the next part, “No one has ever done something like this for me.”

Hoseok holds him tighter. He doesn’t say anything. He knows when not to say anything.

“Thank you.” Yoongi mumbles, voice muffled by Hoseok’s hoodie.
Hoseok breathes and after a little while, they break apart.

Yoongi hides his watery eyes from Hoseok and tries to discreetly wipe his tears. Hoseok notices but he doesn’t comment on it.

He simply leads Yoongi to the picnic blanket.
They sit down and get settled with the blankets and pillows. Hoseok bought mostly snack foods as well as fruit and juice.

“I thought we could stargaze but if we get bored, we can always just watch a movie.”

Yoongi nods, “Are we watching the sun rise?”
Hoseok smiles, “That’s the plan.”

Hoseok lies down and then opens his arms for Yoongi to crawl into. He settles his head on top of Hoseok’s chest and Hoseok wraps his arm around Yoongi, stroking his arm.

The two face the sky and watch the sparkling stars. It’s really beautiful.
“I’ve never been stargazing before.” Yoongi comments, voice so quiet but standing out against the absolute silence.

“Are you having fun?” Hoseok asks, a smile clear in his voice.

“Yeah. It’s really pretty.”

An idea pops into Yoongi mind and Yoongi’s cheeks flush.
He should say it. He should. Hoseok would like it if he says it.

“But- but not as pretty as you.” Yoongi chokes out.

Yoongi feels Hoseok’s heartbeat speed up against his ear but Hoseok tries to act cool by just chuckling.

“You’re way prettier than me. The prettiest.”
Yoongi’s cheeks somehow flush even more and he feels like he will combust some time soon.

“You’re so fucking cheesy babe.”

Yoongi slaps a hand over his mouth when he realises what slipped out and Hoseok physically reacts by shifting slightly towards Yoongi and lifting his head.
“Did you just call me ‘babe’?” Hoseok sounds a little unlike himself, shock taking over his voice.

Yoongi doesn’t know what to say, he can’t deny it because it was so clear but he also can’t say yes because that’s so embarrassing.

“I’ve been watching a show,” He blurts.
“The characters in it use it all the time. It sort of just slipped out.” Yoongi tries to excuse himself.

He really just digs the hole deeper.

“Ah. What show is it then?”

“Friends. I was watching Friends.” Yoongi finally says.
It was the first thing that popped into his mind. Namjoon has been watching the show none stop so the name just popped into his mind in the moment of panic.

“Ah, really?”

“Yes, really.”

“So, what did you think when Ross and Chandler kissed?”
Yoongi knows Hoseok is a trap for him but he decides to just walk into it because it’s really no use.

“That it was really fucking gay.”

Hoseok laughs heartily at Yoongi’s response, so much so that Yoongi begins to laugh too.

“Me too, gorgeous. I thought so too.”
Yoongi smiles and they slowly settle back into the position they were in.

After a while, Yoongi speaks again, “Do you like ‘babe’? Or would you like me to call you something else?”

Hoseok shrugs, “I never asked you if you liked the nicknames I gave you.”
“Yeah, I guess not, but it was always clear I liked them.” Yoongi hides his face from Hoseok, “I want you to like my petname for you as well.”

Hoseok senses the vulnerability in his voice and begins stroking his arm as well.

“Well, I guess ‘babe’ is a little basic-”
Yoongi flushes in embarrassment and curses himself for letting that slip from his lips.

Hoseok chuckles to himself a little and kisses Yoongi’s head.

“I’m kiddying. I love it.”

Yoongi swallows, “You sure? I can call you something else-”
“If I’m honest, I just wanted you to call me something. I knew you were uncomfortable with it so I didn’t force you but honestly, anything will do. I’m happy with ‘babe’. The fact that it comes from you makes it special.”

“Okay,” Yoongi pauses, “babe.”
Hoseok instinctively smiles and Yoongi notices his heartbeat speed up again, “Yeah, I definitely like it.”

Yoongi nods. He feels proud of himself.

He made Hoseok happy. That makes him happy too. The fact that he was able to say it makes him happy.
Hoseok takes his phone and looks at the time.

“It’s 3:06.” He says.

Yoongi is slightly confused because Hoseok says it as if Yoongi is supposed to know what that time represents or as if something is about to happen.

Hoseok just continues, “I have a story to tell you.”
Yoongi is slightly nervous but he just nods, glancing up at Hoseok. It better than him saying ‘we need to talk’ or something like that.

“I know it will sound weird, but just hear me out, okay?”

Yoongi nods again. Hoseok sighs. His heart is beating fast as well.
“Exactly a year ago, I was lying in bed and I couldn’t sleep.”

Hoseok pauses. He seems to be thinking of what to say. It’s very unlike Hoseok to think twice before speaking.

“I was just laying there and I felt tired but I simply couldn’t sleep. You kept popping into my head.”
Yoongi’s breath gets caught in his throat. A year ago they weren’t dating. A year ago they were nothing to each other - only two people who raced against each other, called each other ‘rival’.

“You kept popping up and I couldn’t explain why.”
“I knew I hated you. I just did, I hated how quiet you were and the way you seemed to- well, seemed to not be so charmed by me as most people are. You know, with the accent and the looks and all that.”

He chuckles a little to himself but Yoongi is too immersed in his words.
“And then, it was like an epiphany. It felt like- a ray of lighting had struck me and suddenly I understood I was actually hopelessly in love with you.”

Yoongi feels his heart hammer heavily against his chest but Hoseok’s voice overpowers the sound of his heartbeat in his ears.
“And then I just grabbed my phone and looked at the time. It was 3:11 am. I swore to never forget that moment.”

Hoseok licks his lips, “That’s why I prepared this. I- I wanted to be with you when the anniversary of that moment came.”

Hoseok showed Yoongi his phone.

3:12 am.
“Happy anniversary to my feelings for you.” Hoseok whispers and it sounds so fucking weird but at the same time, so fucking wonderful.

Only Hoseok would do something like this. It’s all so weird and so Hoseok and so, so, so wonderful.

Yoongi starts tearing up again.
“Hoseok, what the fuck, you can’t do that.” Yoongi hugs Hoseok tightly.

He grabs Hoseok’s face and kisses him desperately, seeking and chasing his lips and tongue. Hoseok responds immediately, settling his hand on Yoongi’s waist and the other on his hair.
Hoseok’s lips taste like mint and something slightly unpleasant underneath but Yoongi is immune to it. In his mind, Hoseok’s lips somehow taste like heaven and butterflies and sunlight.
They’re so soft and Hoseok knows just how to kiss him right, just how to kiss him with affection and want and it makes Yoongi gain all the courage he needs to finally say it. Finally say it and not have time to think about regrets or worries or doubts.
“I love you.” Yoongi whispers as soon as they break apart. Yoongi even says it staring right into Hoseok’s eyes.

Hoseok’s face immediately shows vulnerability, his eyes docile. It’s a vulnerability he never ever shows anyone else. Just Yoongi.

“You sure?” He simply asks.
Yoongi reaches and caresses his cheek. Hoseok leans into the touch, closing his eyes.

“I’m sorry I’m not so open about my feelings. I’m not good with words. I’m sure you know that.”

Hoseok smiles and nods.
“But I- I-“ Yoongi sighs. He struggles with words so much. Sometimes he hates himself for struggling to get words out all the time. He wishes he could just say how he feels with no obstacles. But he always seems to get stuck.

Hoseok seems to sense his discomfort.
“Hey, it’s okay, pretty boy. I know how you feel. Don’t worry.” Hoseok reaches for his hand and kisses it.

/But you felt insecure/, Yoongi thinks to himself.

An idea pops into Yoongi’s mind. He lets go of Hoseok and walks to the middle of the field.
“What are you doing?” Hoseok asks, clearly confused.

Yoongi doesn’t answer. He simply stands tall and fills his lungs with air.

“HOSEOK JUNG!” He shouts at the top of lungs, “I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!”

Hoseok begins laughing desperately on the blanket, rolling over.
“I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH I CAN’T QUITE GET IT OUT FUCKING PROPERLY BUT I FUCKING LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH IT FEELS LIKE I AM EXPLODING HALF OF THE FUCKING TIME!”

Hoseok continues laughing and Yoongi’s voice feels hoarse but he also feels so much lighter.
Hoseok manages to stand up and runs to Yoongi.

He also fills his lungs with air and looks towards the sky.

“YOONGI MIN!” He shouts, making Yoongi giggle, “I LOVE YOU! I LOVE HOW MUCH YOU FUCKING SWEAR AND HONESTLY, I ALSO FEEL LIKE I’M EXPLODING HALF OF THE FUCKING TIME!”
Yoongi throws himself at Hoseok, who immediately embraces him. They are both laughing and a little love drunk (read: very) but they feel so good.

“The british accent makes the love shouting sound better.” Yoongi complains, “Not fair.”
“Ah sorry,” Hoseok kisses Yoongi forehead, still laughing, “Want me to do it in an American accent?”

“Your American accent sucks, so please don’t.”

“What do you mean? My American accent is amazing.” Hoseok says in a horrible American accent.
“Please stop, babe.” Yoongi says, “My ears will bleed.”

Hoseok laughs, “Okay, I won’t, pretty boy.”

Hoseok begins kissing Yoongi’s cheeks and then his jaw and neck and finally his lips.
The two start kissing again, Yoongi wrapping his hands around Hoseok’s neck and Hoseok sliding his hands down to Yoongi’s waist and then his ass as the kissing gets more heated.

Yoongi moans when he feels the hands.

“I see how it is. Doing all this just to get in my pants.”
Hoseok laughs and kisses Yoongi again, “What can I say, your ass is just irresistible.”

The two take the making out back to the public blanket. They don’t do anymore because they simply don’t feel like it. They can have sex another time. They just kiss and watch the stars again.
When the sun finally rises, they watch the colours change. The sun illuminates the clearing and the stars begin to disappear but the crescent moon is still clearly visible.

“It’s just like us.” Hoseok comments quietly.
Yoongi smiles. Their relationship is like the early dawn - the time where the sun and the moon are still visible.

It’s perfect. Simply perfect. It makes everything make sense, in a weird way.

Yoongi falls asleep in Hoseok’s arms with happiness coursing through his veins.
[While I was writing this whole scene, I was listening to My Time, so do with that what you will 🤷‍♀️.]
Observations
[All my taegiers, although I don’t get you (whatsoever), this is for y’alls ✌️]
“Who’s that?” Hoseok asks. Seokjin immediately notices how stiff his jaw is and his hard eyes.

Seokjin follows his gaze and it lands on an tall-ish man with curly black and tanned skin.

The older shrugs, “I dunno. Never seen him before.”
“Then find out.” Hoseok simply says, his face unmoving.

Seokjin rolls his eyes, “Hoseok, dude, I I’m not your spy and you’re not some sort of mafia boss. /You/ find out who is.”

Hoseok sighs and pops a piece of gum into his mouth. He offers Seokjin a some too.
Hoseok always buys the extra minty gum that almost stings your mouth. Seokjin doesn’t like it but he’s bored so he takes some anyway.

“Look, mate, if you do this for me, I’ll let you use my credit card for a whole day.”

Seokjin almost chokes, “Whole day? Are you sure?”
Seokjin looks at the guy again, “If you fancy him so much, then just-”

Then he sees.

The new guy is giving Yoongi looks. And Seokjin guesses by his face and the fact that he is literally walking towards Yoongi, that he’s about to make a move.
Seokjin sighs. He hates Hoseok. He really does.

“Just buy me a pack of strawberry gum, will ya?”

Before Hoseok can answer, Seokjin walks discreetly around the groups of people talking and socialising. He manages to find a spot where he can listen in on the conversation.
That’s one better than just finding out who he is. And if he’s lucky, no one will see him.

He crouches and focuses on listening to what the two men are saying.

“So, Taehyung, what brings you here?” Yoongi asks. His voice sounds softer than usual.
“What, to a deserted parking lot or to illegal street racing?” Tae jokes.

Yoongi laughs unnecessarily at it and Seokjin can hear a smile in his voice, “Ilegal street racing. Unless you’re a cop or something.”

Taehyung also laughs unnecessarily at it, “Nah, don’t earn enough.”
Tae continues, “I like cars. I don’t have one to race with but I like watching it. It’s cool.”

“A car enthusiast, good to see.” The smile is still present on his voice.

“Your car is stunning,” Taehyung continues, “What’s her name?”

“Gloss.”
“Cool name. Suits the owner.”

“What, you think my name is cool?” Yoongi laughs lightly.

“No, I think you’re stunning.”

Even Seokjin is taken aback by the smoothness of the compliment. This guy is good. Very good actually. He’s got the looks and the silver tongue.
Hoseok has solid competition. Not that he does much to mark his territory though. The pet names and accent can only take him so far.

Pretty far, but not far enough.

Seokjin can almost hear Yoongi blush and chuckle.

“Thank you. I- you’re good looking too.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you think so.” Taehyung says.

There’s a pause.

“I know you have to race in a bit, but I’d like to get to know you.”

Seokjin realises he probably handed him his phone.

“Yeah, for sure, I would love that.”
Another pause.

“I’ll text you. Good look. I hope you win.”

“Thanks. Please cheer for me.”

“Trust me, I will.”

And with that, Mr Smooth leaves. Seokjin curses Hoseok for not being able to be normal and use conventional strategies to score dates.
The “hate until love” thing is getting old and it’s not very affective, if he says so.

Seokjin is about to stand up and leave when he hears a voice call out to him.

He immediately freezes.

Oh no, this ain’t good.

It’s Namjoon. Of course it had to be Namjoon.
“What are you doing?” Namjoon sounds confused. Jin would be too.

“Hm,” Jin draws at a blank, “I needed to piss.”

Seokjin hates himself. He really does.

Seokjin sees Namjoon is trying hard not to laugh. He’s clenching his jaw. He looks good with the blonde hair, he thinks.
Namjoon looks good blonde, he thinks. Seokjin finds himself wanting to run his hands through it.

The thought causes a sharp pang in his heart. It’s painful.

“And then you just hang around... with your piss?” Namjoon questions.

“No, I just-“ He stands up again, “I was just-“
Seokjin panics. He can’t think well when he is panicking.

“I was just distracted.” He finally says, which doesn’t explain much, “Your friend is about to race.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Yeah, so you should- you know, go watch him.”

Before Namjoon can say anything else, Seokjin leaves.
Hoseok is still waiting by his car, his expression still hardened. He looks visibly upset. He’s not good at hiding his feelings.

“Did you find anything?” Hoseok immediately asks.
Seokjin is still affected by his conversation with Namjoon. Hoseok doesn’t notice it, or if he does, he doesn’t mention it.

“His name is Taehyung,” Seokjin clears his throat, trying to forget the tightness in his chest, “He asked Yoongi out. Yoongi seemed interested.”
Hoseok’s expression somehow hardens even more. He is definitely upset. He’s jealous, Seokjin figures.

Seokjin knows a thing or two about that.

“Okay.” He simply says.

“Okay? That’s it?” Seokjin raises his eyebrow.
“Yeah. He can do whatever he bloody wants. I- We-“ Hoseok huffs, “It’s whatever.”

“Right. You send me to find out about a guy that was simply looking at Yoongi, I tell you they are going out, you look like you want to punch a wall and you simply say ‘okay’?”
“I really don’t know what you expect me to do.”

“To stop being dumb and ask him out. Put all this bullshit behind you and tell him you like him.”

Seokjin glances at Namjoon. He’s smiling flirtatiously and chatting to a girl who giggles at something he says.
The pain in his chest gets worse.

“You should do it while you still can.” He adds, voice quieter.

Hoseok takes a deep breath. He glances at Yoongi and Seokjin can almost see the pain in his eyes.

“I can’t do that. Just forget about it.”
The conversation naturally ends as Yoongi and some girl bring their cars to the starting line. Hoseok can almost see Yoongi through the tinted window.

Seokjin is still staring at Namjoon, who is still flirting with the girl. Horrible images plague his mind. The pain gets worse.
Yoongi wins the race and no one pretends like they are surprised. The money gets passed around and eventually it gets to Yoongi, who proudly counts the stack.

It’s a profitable business, that’s for sure.
Profitable business.

Seokjin watches Yoongi make a beeline to Taehyung and they begin speaking again. Seokjin notices how they are standing a little too close to each other, smiling a little too widely.
He looks at Hoseok. His eyes are fixed on them and his jaw is clenched. He looks frozen.

Namjoon and the girl are no where to be seen.

Love is not a profitable business, that’s for sure.
Races
“You fucker! I knew you were a dickhead but I never took you for a cheat!”

Hoseok laughs lightheartedly at the accusation. Yoongi is not so good at pretending to be mad at him. His eyes still shine brightly and he can see a smile peaking underneath his forced frown.
“I didn’t cheat. You’re just a shit racer.” Hoseok says, leaning so his face is closer to Yoongi’s.

He sees Yoongi’s eyes shift down to his lips. He doesn’t kiss him though.

Instead, he opens the car door behind him again.

“Get in your car, Jung. We’ll see who’s better.”
“We just raced.” Hoseok tries to argue, smile still present on his face.

“And you cheated. So get in your car and let’s race.”

The two stare at each other, their eyes fixed like magnets.

Hoseok can think of so many better things the two can be doing right now. So many.
But he goes along with it, cause why not. The other stuff can wait.

“Alright, pretty boy. Let’s race.”

Hoseok gets inside Hope and Yoongi closes the door of the driver’s seat.

Namjoon is a bit distracted flirting with a new girl he picked up a few days ago.
She’s nice, quite good looking too, but bringing her here was dumb. Namjoon is just a dumb fucker in Hoseok’s eyes, and the fact that he is his boyfriend’s best friend doesn’t change that.

Yoongi calls his attention and he counts them in, his eyes still in the girl’s direction.
Hoseok can’t see Seokjin, but he can already picture the look on his face.

Namjoon is such a dumb fucker. Hoseok borderline hates him, even though maybe he shouldn’t.

The thoughts fly out of his head as he hears the “go” and steps on the gas.
As he races around the track, he feels the adrenaline inside him rise. At one point in time, this was the only high that ever fulfilled him but now he has something even more exciting, something that makes him so much higher and happier.

Or rather, someone.
He’s still debating whether he should let him win or not. He didn’t the previous time just to annoy him.

But before he can even make a decision, Yoongi races past and crosses the finish line.

Hoseok just smiles. Maybe tonight can be “loving Yoongi” night.

He already has plans.
Hoseok crosses the line and gets out of his car. Hoseok closes the car door and Yoongi immediately presses against him, mouth next to his ear.

“See? I won.” Hoseok can hear the smile in his voice.

“You did. I think you deserve a reward for it.” Hoseok whispers back.
“Oh?” Yoongi whispers. If they weren’t public, Hoseok knows his mouth would be on his neck. He seems obsessed with his neck.

“Yeah. I’m going to treat you tonight.”

“Is it also an apology for cheating?” Yoongi jokes.

Hoseok smiles, “Sure, gorgeous. I’ll make it up to you.”
Hoseok’s arms naturally wrap around Yoongi’s waist but he keeps hands on the small of Yoongi’s back. Yoongi wraps his arms around Hoseok’s neck and kisses his jaw.

“I’m looking forward to that.”

“Me too.”

Hoseok smiles and kisses Yoongi’s forehead.
They hug and it’s oddly soft considering they just planned to have sex later on. It makes Hoseok smiles fondly.

As Hoseok hugs Yoongi, he sees Seokjin chatting with Jimin and Jungkook. He’s smiling and engaging with the couple, but Hoseok can tell he’s sad.
“Namjoon shouldn’t have brought that girl here.” Yoongi says quietly, voice muffled by Hoseok’s shirt.

It’s like he read Hoseok’s thoughts. The thought makes the younger happy.

“I agree.” Hoseok sighs, “You should have a talk with him.”
Yoongi laughs, “You think I haven’t tried? I love that dude but he’s- well, he’s too fucking dumb.” Yoongi sighs, “Too fucking dumb for his own good.”

“Hm.” Hoseok furrows his brows.

Both he and Yoongi know what happened well, but from two very different perspectives.
Hoseok sighs. He would like to understand Namjoon and his reasonings better but he really sees no justification for what happened.

He sees no justification for having to flirt shamelessly with a girl when Seokjin is right /there/.

There just isn’t one, really.
“Can we go to yours, Kitten? I’m tired and I still want to eat your ass before we go to bed.”

Yoongi’s cheeks flush adorably and his smile widens to show his gums.

“Yeah, let’s go.”
Hoseok holds Yoongi’s hand as they say goodbye to their friends.

“I’ll text you tomorrow.” Hoseok says, looking at Seokjin meaningfully. He would stay to be of moral support to his friend, but he knows Seokjin only talks about feelings a good while after it happens.
So, Hoseok will be there when he decides to pour his feelings over FaceTime.

Seokjin nods. He too says goodbye to Jungkook and Jimin before heading to his car and riding off.

He doesn’t even glance at Namjoon. He’s mad. Hoseok would be mad too.
Yoongi and Hoseok leave in their separate cars. They are on a voice call so they talk throughout the journey.

“I feel bad for Jin.” Yoongi suddenly says, which cuts the comfortable silence they had been in.

“Yeah, me too.” Hoseok sighs, “I wish I could- you know, fix things.”
“Yeah, same. You don’t know how much Namjoon frustrates me. I always told him when I thought he was doing something wrong and yet he never listened to me.”

Hoseok remains silent for a moment, “I believe you. I just wish Seokjin could move on.”
“You know love is not that easy. LikeC if we were to- you know-“

Hoseok shakes his head, “I can’t even bare to imagine it.”

“Yeah, I know, but /if/ we were to, you know, not be together anymore.” Yoongi pauses, “I don’t think I could be ever over you.”
“Yeah, I know.” Hoseok feels his chest tighten with just the thought of not being with Yoongi anymore, “I feel just the same.”

“Yeah, so you can’t say he should just ‘move on’. It’s not easy.” Yoongi says in a sympathetic tone, rather than a scowling one.
“I just don’t want him to suffer anymore.” Hoseok admits softly.

Yoongi sighs, “Trust me, they’re both suffering.”

The two shortly arrive. When they get to Yoongi’s apartment, there is no ass eating. Yoongi’s reward comes in the form of cuddling and many kisses.
They both enjoy it because they get to be with each other. Hoseok feels like he’s holding the most precious thing in his arms, the thing he loves the most. He can’t imagine a life without Yoongi now. The thought is too painful.
As Yoongi falls asleep, Hoseok feels his phone vibrate. He manges to reach for it one-handed without disturbing Yoongi.

It’s a text from Seokjin.

/Facetime tomorrow?/, He says.

/Of course/, Hoseok replies.
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