Lmao do y'all remember my agust d x hope AU? Cause this just gave me an idea how to continue it
TW for dubcon somno uuuh and slightly blackmail?

One night Hoseok decides to just visit the club again. He hasn't heard from Yoongi ever since their evening together, and despite him leaving his number... he never got a single text, or call. It's not like he thinks the cute little rapper owes him that, or whatever, or that he

expects him to be clingy and desperate after only one short affair (well, maybe a little bit). But heck if Hoseok didn't catch interest and is definitely someone to get what he wants.

But then again, yes he /is/ slightly pissed he never got a text or call, he should've just taken Yoongi's number back then, dammit.
So now he's a man on a mission, waiting patiently until everything is over and nearly everyone has gone to make sure he'll meet his target alone.

When he goes into the familiar dressing room, the shabby little room they fucked in last time too, he finds Yoongi indeed. Only that he's laying on the couch, passed out completely drunk after one too many drinks. His face is smushed adorably against the leather armrest, as he's

on his front - an almost way too inviting sight for Hoseok not to get any dirty thoughts again.

He steps closer, admiring Yoongi's peaceful expression just for a little while longer, before his hands wander to the hem of Yoongi's black jeans and carefully pulling them down.
Originally his plan is to just tease him for a bit, press kisses onto the sleeping man's butt until

he's waking up to joke about how Hoseok's just "kissing his ass" like he told the crowd to earlier. But what Hoseok finds instead is something he absolutely didn't except to see. Baby fucking pink lace panties... with frills and all that stuff. Holy shit. Change of plans.

Yoongi is still in such a deep slumber that he doesn't notice anything, doesn't even wake up when Hoseok pulls the pants down fully and repositions him a little bit better for his own viewing pleasure. Who would've known the rapper is into dressing in such delicate lingerie when

all he ever wears over it is black and oversized and comfy. Though Hoseok would lie if he'd say it doesn't compliment his pale skin and pretty bubble butt just beautifully.

Now he's getting kinda hard himself, and has the genius idea to just jerk off above the innocently sleeping beauty, careful not to wake him up anymore - he wants to leave him a little present on his pretty ass. So he makes sure to shoot his load all over the lacy fabric when he

comes with a muffled grunt, and afterwards takes a few pictures of it with his phone. Then, as quiet as a mouse, Hoseok looks through the other's belongings to try and locate his phone, praying to all gods up there that it isn't locked with a code. To his surprise and euphoria he

finds that it actually isn't, (really must be his lucky day today, huh?), quickly looking through the device, saving its number in his own. Rejoicing immensely, albeit only internally, that his plan worked out so perfectly, he puts Yoongi's phone back down and takes one last look

at his sleeping form now all dirtied up before he slips out of the changing room again, a huge grin on his face.
Now he's gonna have some real fun.
If the great Agust D doesn't give him a damn text or call, he'll at least tease him and give him a fright for a bit.

So the next day when Yoongi wakes up all hungover and groggy, not only does he already get the shock of his life when he finds himself half undressed and covered in dry cum, with no clue who it could've been from, but he also receives an anonymous text a while later.

At first Yoongi had been fucking scared when he saw the picture of himself and then his real name being used, already dreading someone from Daegu had recognized and come to harass him. But as soon as that stupid jhope - Hoseok, had revealed himself, he quickly turned angry.

That stupid handsome asshole!
Yoongi had been doing so great with not thinking about him these past weeks, sometimes very tempted to make use of the number he had left him but always too awkward to go through with it. What would he even say? What if he'd make a total fool of

himself, what if he thinks of their evening together as more than it was and Hoseok only saw it as a kinky quick fuck, nothing more? No, Yoongi couldn't handle the humiliation if he'd let himself catch interest only to be laughed at. And judging by the way he's texting right

now, he probably only wants sex anyway.
It's fine if it turns into only that tomorrow, and if it doesn't turn into anything else either and he'll just get Hoseok to delete those pictures that's fine too.
No, Agust D will not get his hopes up. Pun unintended.

As expected, the next day he receives a time adress of the cafe Hoseok wants to meet at, and despite telling himself not to overthink it, Yoongi does find himself overthinking. What should he wear? Is it gonna be awkward? What if he's too shy to keep casual conversation going

with him? What if Hoseok's company finds out about them and the idol gets in trouble?
Yoongi might seem like he's tough and doesn't give a shit about anything, but he's actually a little bit insecure.
He ends up wearing the same clothes as always (minus the panties this time )

and when they're at the cafe together they actually have a good time, their conversation comfortable and easygoing. It's a relief that he seems to get along with Hoseok regardless of their completely opposite personalities.

But when he's finished his iced americano (Hoseok had paid, but it's NOT a date, okay! He's just some rich idol, he better be paying ) and has chewed the straw apart already, Yoongi gets a bit antsy.
"Okay, can you delete the pics now?"
Hoseok takes a sip from his own coffee,

one brow raised, and then answers with a smug undertone, "Oh, I don't have my phone here."
"What do you mean, how could you forget your phone?! Haven't we been texting right before we met up?"
"No yeah, we did. But the pics are on my other phone. I texted you from one of my

old IPhones so you wouldn't see the number saved under my contact, you know," he laughs, and Yoongi groans annoyed.
"You must be kidding me right now.."
"Hey, I never said I'd delete them here," Hoseok says after another, final sip of his drink, "But you can come to my place

afterwards, if ya want."
After only some minor whining Yoongi, of course, agrees.

Hoseok's apartments is, just as expected, absolutely ridiculous in every way. It's huge, probably way too expensive, there's kitsch like figurines and little decorations literally everywhere, and it's also so tidy and neat you could think nodybody even lives here yet.
Yoongi

feels very out of place, is reminded of his own shabby little two room flat in a less fancy area of the city.
"So this is how you idols live?"
For some reason that makes Hoseok laugh heartily, as Yoongi follows him into the spacious living room, "Not all of us, nah. But do

make yourself feel at home."

And the way Hoseok's tan thighs look in his shorts when he sits down on the couch immediately grab Yoongi's attention; he couldn't see them in the cafe because of the table between them but now he's hyperaware of all that skin, and he feels himself

awkwardly caught when Hoseok suddenly grins at him.
"You can stare while sitting down, too, you know.."
Yoongi blushes furiously when he realises he's literally still standing right there in front of the couch and scrambles to quickly sit down while mumbling a "Wasn't

staring..."
Hoseok knows that's a bad lie, but he doesn't press on, since he embarrassed him enough already by calling the the little rapper out.
"I don't mind, baby. Don't worry. Just relax, okay? Can I get you anything?"
"Uh, no? Just get your phone and delete the photos and

you won't have to see me again."
"You make it seem like I don't want to spend time you with you... Seriously, you make me do all that and then think I'll let you go so easily?"
Yoongi blushes even harder, if that's possible at all, and plays with the hem of his sleeves to avoid

eye contact. What is that supposed to mean? He really tries not to interpret too much into it, even if he'd want to. "J-just get the phone, okay..." he mumbles back, hates that he stuttered a bit.
"If you suck me off first."

The witty remark on the back of his tongue dies down just as quickly as Yoongi got it, and he really wants to argue back, wants to fight and ask if that's gonna be the last requirement before Hoseok finally fulfills his promise. But he can't find it in himself to say anything

at all, doesn't want this to end. Wants to be good and compliant.
He doesn't even make any noise as he drops to his knees before crawling between Hoseok's legs, feeling the tiniest bit awkward.
But the satisfied grin he receives makes it all worth it, because it gives Yoongi

this warm feeling low in his tummy, makes his own dick twitch in excitement.
There's a skinny, tan hand ruffling through his bleach blonde hair, not pressuring him to do anything yet, only encouraging just like the "good boy," that Hoseok mutters.