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When Yoongi moved to California, he was just a 14 years old boy with a tiny collection of cameras and a bag full of dreams. He remembered Summer of 2007 just like it was yesterday. One day his parents told him they had to go and a few weeks later he jumped on an airplane with them, just like that, leaving his childhood behind.

The radio was playing non-stop that I Kissed A Girl song Yoongi was clearly starting to hate, but the owner of the little fruit market, right under his window, had no intention to turn the volume down or better turn that damn thing off and preserve the mental health of his neighbors. 

The weather was strangely hot for that time of year, so hot, almost unbearable that he couldn’t just close the window and suffocate into his walls. It wasn’t even a big room and unfortunately he had to share it with his brother. Many of their things - clothes, toys, his Slam Dunk volumes collection and even their stuff for the new school - were scattered around without a specific collocation and it had been weeks since their mom told them to fix that mess.

Too bad Yoongi had to do it all alone, since his brother was out somewhere. 

“HYUNG! YOONGI HYUNG!” A familiar little voice - talking in an unmistakable Korean - distracted the boy from his job. He couldn’t waste time in cleaning his room when his only friend was yelling on the streets. “Yoongi hyung! Let's go watch Iron Man, please!” He said to the boy at the window, trying to yell louder than the music.

Thank God there was Jungkook. He met him a few months ago, when they arrived in the neighborhood and their families became immediately friends. They moved to San Francisco from Busan a year before them and they offered the Min’s their help since the beginning. Hanging out with Jungkook’s family felt kinda like home. 

7:30pm already and three boxes of six full of books, CDs and clothes were still unopened. Yoongi looked at the pieces of his life scattered all around the room, realizing how much stranger he was feeling in those four walls. His stuff was there, his body was there, but a part of him was still in Daegu.

He was everywhere and nowhere. 

Yoongi took a breath and decided to leave the apartment. Hanging out with Jungkook was better than getting nostalgic.

The streets of his neighborhood were a colorful labyrinth of gift shops, sushi restaurants and jewelry stores, all decorated by those red Chinese lanterns that Yoongi was looking at, thinking how much he hated them. Oh yes, he hated it. He hated living in Chinatown. 

He hated it all. From the Pretty Princess Hotel settled on the way to the cinema, to that green wall painted with a dragon he could see from afar. 

There were too many climbs and descents, too much strange food, too many tourists mistaking them for Chinese people and too many shows on tv Yoongi couldn’t understand. 

The white crosswalks were too white, the sky was too blue and Yoongi just hated it.

“You need just some time to get used to this place.” Something that Jungkook said to him constantly. “You will love living in San Francisco.” Pretty different from what his dad used to tell him every time Yoongi acted like the moody teenager he was. “ Deal with it. It’s a great opportunity for your mom and for us to start over .” Every day the same story.

Comprehensible. Yoongi could have his photo books, his mangas, his fluffy pillow, but what he left in Korea was his life. His house, his friends and even his crush for that cute delivery boy that worked on his family restaurant before the bankruptcy. 

Yeah, he could complain as he wanted, feeling like a tree ripped from its garden - it was fair - but what Yoongi didn’t know was that Min’s family had something bigger to deal with. They had the burden of too many failures on their heads and too many debts to pay in Daegu. Leaving the country was definitely their best choice. 

When Yoongi’s mom inherited that building from an old and distant uncle, his parents didn’t think a second about moving to the USA and opening their new restaurant - the only Korean restaurant in the neighborhood - and starting a new life. 

They knew it would have been hard for them and for their children, but things would have been okay, in the end.

Actually, when Yoongi started his senior year, he was already pretty popular and loved in his high school. He was the captain of the basketball team, the founder of the photography club and at his prom night, he ended up kissing the most straight and handsome guy of the school. 

Everything was going pretty great. Yoongi had new friends and Jungkook was always by his side. His English improved a lot and his dreams of being a professional photographer were closer than ever. Korea was just a distant memory when he went to Berkeley, where he found a new world of possibilities.

Especially about his sexuality, especially when he met a certain professor. 

It happened during his second year of college, when a friend asked Yoongi to go to a conference with her. She was from the economics faculty - something very different from Yoongi’s studies - and as soon as the event ended, she dragged him to a sort of after party to meet some rockstars of the economy, as she said. That’s where Yoongi spent the whole night, in a corner of the economy department, drinking a glass of Buchanan’s Scotch Whisky and counting the minutes to go back to his dorm. At least, until a charming Korean man approached him with a charming smile.

Intense hazel eyes, divorced, with a passion for vintage liquor bottles. He was older than him, but damn, he was incredibly attractive. He started the conversation making a funny joke about his boring colleagues and that’s how everything started.

Innocent walks around the campus, some coffee dates together with books to not raise any suspicions. Yoongi even chose one of his courses as extra class to stay around him and to justify their long meetings in his studio. 

Fucking around was fun, but fucking him was actually better. 

Mr. Seong was the most handsome and charming man he had ever met. He wasn’t comparable to the other boys on campus, not at all. His body was more attractive than his previous fuckbuddies and his mind more sexy than every other brain. What they had was different from the other relationships, but regular just like one of those intrigue from the tv series. A student and a professor, that’s all, just like every other script. At least until Yoongi got a very interesting offer and everything inside him screamed to say yes.

교수님 (gyosunim) @theprofessor 13/04/12

그는 귀엽고 더러운 고양이다… 그가 내 것이 되기를 바라나요?

He is a sweet dirty kitten… Do you want him to be mine?

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The Professor wasn’t just his job, but the nickname of his porn account. His other identity, his other reign. The harem in which he was the sultan, searching for another concubine. Yoongi didn’t reply immediately to the filthy proposition. He was surprised, delightful and new to that world, but he allowed the man anyway to post that picture. It started as a joke. Yoongi went to his office, wearing this Sailor Moon’s black hoodie and his man couldn’t help but to make a comment about how sexy he looked that day. It was a waste - he added - taking that vision for himself, even his followers would have loved to see him. And that’s how it started. 

At that time, people were about to discover social media and Yoongi didn’t really know the power they had. Curiosity was enough to convince him. He wanted to see what it felt like feeding an audience hungry for his body. So he posed for that picture. Black mask, no pants and legs wide open on the desk of a renowned professor. The most attractive of the places and where he didn’t know he would have ever been in his life. Especially because his cock was hard and wet and popping out from a skimpy pair of knickers. Yoongi never felt more sexy. He wasn’t prepared for all those flattering comments, horny for him, but it turned out that was exactly what he needed. It was like a drug, so he accepted without much thought. He didn’t know it would have been so fun discovering feelings and things he didn’t even know they existed.

Toys of all the colors, shapes and uses. Sex positions, lube flavors and surprising erogenous areas, but more than anything, the adrenaline and the excitement of being each other’s little secret. Yoongi felt like a new person. A butterfly coming out from his cocoon. He felt free. And it wasn’t just because of the adrenaline of falling in the web of the gossips, the seductive fear of being caught, nor even the money, maybe Yoongi was also starting to feel something.

Min Yoongi wasn’t that kind of man, the one whose happiness could depend on another human being. At least he thought he wasn’t, because Min Yoongi was exactly the man who hung literally from another man's lips.

There was something reassuring about being the wise creature behind the dedication of his last book. And something powerful about being called dirty kitten in front of a bunch of people online, who didn’t know who he was, who didn’t know that it was Min Yoongi the guy who had he privilege to fuck the man of their fantasies in front of them and make them like it. 

What they did behind the cameras was the hottest adrenaline Yoongi had ever felt and he would have done everything to make it last longer. Everything to make sure that everyone understood clearly that every of his deepest thoughts, every fleeting glance and every moan and shake of his body were for him, all for him. 

Their relationship lasted almost a year, without hitches, until it became more professional than romantic. Mr. Seong started to call Yoongi just to film content for his channel and when the younger asked he replied saying he was too busy or worried that people might know about them. There was always an excuse.

Yoongi didn’t understand the reason immediately. Maybe all that porn took the magic of their first meetings away. There were no other reasons. The mere thought the professor got tired of his student was too painful to admit. He had to deal with it during the SIgma Chi ΣΧ party organized by the fraternity of a friend to celebrate the end of the mid term exams. It was where he met this very blonde and attractive freshman who had no shame to tell Yoongi, under the effect of many glasses of beer, that he was The Professor ’s new partner.

It was a fortune that they were in public. Yoongi couldn’t say or do anything to compromise his position. On the other hand, it didn’t refrain him from doing something incredibly selfish.

First rule for being a good secret sexual partner: don’t ever mix jealousy and alcohol. 

It took Yoongi a night and a bottle of his favorite whiskey - the one who reminded him of the first encounter with the professor - to seduce the guy and then steal his phone. Finding the proof of their collaboration went much easier than he thought, a piece of cake. Thank God he wasn’t that drunk to forget to hide the identity of the poor guy from the images. What he wanted was revenge on his man and his man only. 

The morning after everyone in Berkeley knew about the economics professor and his hardcore videos filmed with a student. Things got even worse when the Daily Californian - the college’s newspaper - spread the news on the front page. His nickname was on everyone’s lips and it was too late to come back and say sorry.

Last time he saw him, Mr. Seong was cleaning the desk in his studio. The signs of their love were still there, but Yoongi didn’t have the courage to enter and talk with his ex partner after what he did to him. Luckily for the professor, the official reason for his dismissal became something about the lies on his curriculum, just that and someone believed it. Berkeley didn’t want to be associated with the news, so they chose another way to avoid the scandal. 

No goodbyes or apologies. Yoongi knew he fucked up. His little revenge turned into something bigger than he planned. And then, what was the point anyway? Nothing would have given him his job back or erased these people’s memories. Nothing Yoongi could do or say would have brought them back in time when he was his kitten . They were already too broken to fix, too distant to reach each other easily. Yoongi could just let him go.

***

“It won’t be the same, Hyung. It’s completely different from Berkeley.” Jungkook jumped down from his workout machine and took a bottle from the glossy black mini fridge in his gym. A long sip of ice water is what he needed. He drank it so fast to douse himself with the liquid, forcing the boy to take his white shirt off, exposing all his tattoos. Jungkook wasn’t a child anymore, he was a man, but Yoongi would have never stopped to see him as his little dongsaeng . “And Hoseok is definitely not stupid as you were at that time.” He said, breathing heavily in between the words, but taking the chance of making fun of his hyung anyway.

Yoongi knew Jungkook was telling the truth - he was aware about how immature he had been in Berkeley - but he couldn’t let him win this game. “How do you know how I was back then? You were a baby. Try to respect your Hyung for once.” He smiled, raising his arm and his shoulder to reach the boy’s head and ruffling his hair. A little bit different from when they were children and Yoongi was the tallest one.

“Don’t you try to change the subject.” 

“Fine. You don’t know anything about Hoseok. Maybe, he has already talked with some journalists and my career is falling down while we are talking.” 

“Are you kidding me? I’ll never believe this shit. You have talked about this Hoseok since you met him.” He said, wiping off the sweat from his body with a towel. Pretty sexy. “No way he is going to betray you after that spectacular blowjob - your words, not mine - and your romantic dates at the park.” He said, turning around and talking, keep walking out of the room.

“There weren’t romantic dates, we were just walking the dogs.” Yoongi replied, rolling his eyes and seeing Jungkook disappearing in the bathroom. 

“YEAH, SURE! DEFINITELY NOT A PLOT OF A ROM-COM.” He yelled from the other room, bringing out his knowledge about romance movies. 

“They meet at the park, one loves dogs, the other does porn, a classic.” Yoongi mumbled, seeing for the first time the fun side of the situation. 

“BY THE WAY YOU SHOULD SEND ME THOSE VIDEOS THAT NEEDS TO BE EDIT…” Jungkook changed the subject, taking a small break from that sarcastic tone. Just the time for removing his clothes and entering the shower. The silence mixed with the rush of the water, fooled Yoongi to think that Jungkook was done. He wasn’t. “OH AND USE A PASSWORD FOR GOD’S SAKE! I TOLD YOU A BILLION TIMES.” He was done now. 

Yoongi smirked, thinking about every time he forgot his passwords. He deserved to be scolded. Yoongi was too distracted sometimes and definitely too impulsive. Jungkook wasn’t. He wouldn’t have been caught a long time ago without his little brother on his side.

Jungkook had his own way to face problems. He was way more chill than Yoongi. The kind of guy who takes you out for a drink, making you forget about your anxieties. Maybe it was a defense mechanism he had to not deal with problems, but his method never failed. He knew Yoongi too well to fall in the trap of his concerns and he always stayed by his side with his positive attitude. Even when they went to London, where they were just a director for cheap commercials and a budding photographer and they finished all the money in a month, Jungkook never lost his optimism. 

When Yoongi had no alternatives, except taking out his kitten alter ego from college, Jungkook responded enthusiastically to the offer of becoming “Jk” the director, even if that was porn, something Jungkook wasn’t really interested in. 

That’s what Catgasm really was. It started because of money and it ended up being something they both needed. The confidence it gave to Yoongi was different from the confidence it gave to Jungkook. When he started this job, he knew he was already not really interested to sex, but it was with Yoongi’s help that Jungkook admitted to himself to be asexual.

It’s not like Jungkook didn’t want a relationship. Love doesn’t imply necessary sex and vice versa. Jungkook always believed that and he was sure, from the first time he knew about sex, that he didn’t want to do it, as much as he was certain to be alloromantic in all its shades. He always wanted a big and beautiful love story. A kind of love who makes you climb the mountains, reach the stars and all those shit about romance. He wanted all of that, he wanted everything, except for sex. 

“I won’t ever understand how you can look at a person and feel the desire to have sex with them, rather than just helplessly admire their beauty.” He said one day to Yoongi. 

Many years passed from that confession. Jungkook didn’t need to say anything else, Yoongi knew it already. He reassured him. He told him - after their third or fourth beer - that there was someone out there who would have loved him just the way he was and if there wasn’t, his big brother would have always loved him, no matter what. He promised. 

After that, Jungkook hugged Yoongi, tighter than he had ever done and he felt free, finally free to be himself. None of them would have ever been himself without Catgasm.

“He hates me.” He said, sitting hopelessly on a leather black sofa in the open space of Jungkook’s living room, watching the boy passing from the bathroom to his bedroom. He got in bare chest, rubbing a dry towel over his head. He was looking at his clothes lying on the bed, thinking about what Yoongi just said. He finally admitted that a part of him was more scared of losing Hoseok than losing his reputation. “Hoseok is hot. He is so fucking hot, Jungkook…”

“Just hot?” He asked, peeking from his room, raising an eyebrow. It wasn’t a real question, Jungkook just wanted to tease him a little bit. He knew that Yoongi would have started reciting Hoseok’s qualities by heart, betraying himself. 

“He is hot… and cute? Yeah he is cute. He does this thing… he adds these little sound effects to everything he does. I’ve never been with someone who can’t stay in silence either for a second.” Yoongi started to explain Hoseok’s habits, talking with Jungkook’s furniture more than with him. “He is… he is just like that and so much more.” He said, thanking for the absence of the younger in the room. He would have easily noticed the sparkles in his eyes and that stupid smile on his face. A habit he developed since he met Hoseok, according to Jungkook. “I wish to have more time with him to see what’s behind his energy.”

“See? Not everything is about sex, Yooniegasm..” Jungkook appeared in the room, mispronouncing his alter ego name with the only purpose to annoy him a bit more.

But Yoongi seemed to be still in his dreams. “Oh, Jungkook-ah. You have no idea how much I want to fuck with his body and his soul.” He said, looking in the direction of a green candle half consumed in Jungkook’s apartment, but with his head somewhere else.

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d said that’s more than just being partners.” He whispered, wearing his light blue jeans jacket over a white Calvin Klein t-shirt, realizing that Yoongi heard him even from his world. Actually, it was exactly what brought him back.

“We.. I- I don’t want a.. we are not partners, nor something else..” He babbled, standing up straight. “Damn. I don’t know what we are, Jungkook and you don’t know it either.” He complained, getting up from the sofa, blocking his passage. Jungkook was fixing the cuffs of his jacket. He was used to being the therapist of his best friend’s delusions. “The way he looked at me.” He remembered. “He was shocked, Jungkook. Hoseok is not the kind of guy who is into his stuff, you know?”

“I’m not into this stuff either, but I am your editor.” He replied, smiling softly to him and taking the keys of his car out of his pocket, “I am sure he’s gonna take your cock into his mouth again and you both will live happily ever after, if that’s what you want, Hyung.” Jungkook smirked, thinking about what he had just said. He gently hit the elder’s stomach, finally managing to surpass that tiny obstacle of 1.74 cm. 

If Yoongi had water, he would have choked. “Jungkook-ah!” He complained, closing his eyes hoping his face didn’t reach the highest level of red already. “Can you stop? It’s- it’s not like that…” He mumbled, remembering fragments of that night with Hoseok, realizing his body still had memories of his touches. They were so vividly in his head that he was starting to get really worried to cum untouched during inappropriate situations like that.  “Listen.” He said, firmly, trying to focus on something else. “All I want is to know if he thinks I am a freak… or an asshole… or both.”

“I bet on the second one.” Jungkook replied with a comforting smirk, in a certain way. He crossed the door of his apartment and then stopped on the edge. When he turned back and glanced at his dramatic best friend, he gave him a reassuring smile. That was exactly what Yoongi needed. “Why don’t you ask him yourself?” He suggested, offering him his hand, inviting Yoongi to follow him.

“You know what?” Yoongi crossed the door, ignoring that hand, preferring to surround his friend’s shoulder with an arm and walking with him to the elevator. “I will, but please don’t do anything to make me embarrassed.”

Jungkook let out a laugh, still holding his best friend. “When do I ever do that?” 

***

“A thousand times? You set me dates for more than a year, Hyung.” Hoseok replied, bothered by the umpteenth attempt of his best friend to find him a damn soulmate. “I know what you are planning.” He said, after he welcomed his friends into his apartment with another of their purposes of going out who knows where. Hoseok was wrapped in this dark beige blanked from head to toe, holding a smoking cup of black tea. He wasn’t definitely not in the mood for getting drunk and pretending to be into one of Seokjin’s victims. “I am not feeling well.” He said, turning around and walking in the opposite direction like a penguin would do, making Taehyung laugh.

“It’s your excuse for everything lately…” Namjoon said, surprising Hoseok. He scolded him with a paternal voice, making himself comfortable on the armchair of Hoseok’s living room. He was wearing this brown velvet jacket, tight enough to define his distinctive muscled figure. Impossible to not notice it. “We are just trying to help you, don’t blame Seokjin for that.” He jumped immediately to defend his husband, predictable and cute from a certain point of view. 

“Namjoonie is right. We are not here to set you up.” Seokjin walked in the living room, ignoring all the other sitting spots, choosing the lap of his husband to sit down. “We are just worried about you.” His voice was sincere. “You need to get out and stop dwelling on it.”

“I- I am not dwelling on anything. I am not even thinking about Yoongi’s party.” Hoseok turned around, trying to hide his emotions in the blanket. He was worried his friends would have easily read Yoongi’s secret on his face. 

That secret. A week later Hoseok was still dealing with it.

“Ha, ha!” Seokjin got up from Namjoon’s lap, pointing a finger to Hoseok’s burrito figure. “I’ve never mentioned Yoongi, you did. I was right.” He giggled satisfied. “I told you.” Seokjin turned around, hitting the leg of his husband, recalling his attention. It looked like he had just won a bet.

Hoseok took the blanket off his head, leaving the leftovers of his tea on the little table in front of the couches. The black cup made a loud harsh sound, touching the beige wooden surface. He was visibly bothered by his friend’s comments and he couldn’t hide it from them. If Seokjin knew the whole story, he would have been less annoying.

Maybe, or maybe not. 

If Seokjin knew that Yoongi was the man behind the kitty porn account, after ten-fifteen minutes of shock, he would have warned Hoseok about a guy who sleeps with multiples partners online - it’s not exactly the ideal drama guy Seokjin wanted for his best friend - and he would have told Namjoon and Taehyung about the risks of doing business with him.

It wasn’t easy for Hoseok, lying to his friends, but he knew it was the right choice. 

Yoongi would have lost the job at the gallery and his manager - just for the fear of damaging their image eventually - but mostly, Hoseok would have lost any other chance to see him again. And he wanted that chance, he had to admit it.

“That doesn’t prove anything.” Hoseok growled back.

“It does. You have just admitted that you froze your life because of a man… again.” Seokjin emphasized the last word, making the boy remember about his past. “You are not going out, again, you are focused just on work, again… I am not even sure you are eating properly.” He glanced at Taehyung going to the kitchen. There were things Hoseok could really hide from his best friend. 

“I have been busy! It’s not even close to what happened with Hyuk…” Hoseok was almost pronouncing his name. He couldn’t believe Seokjin was making him say it. “Yoongi is not my boyfriend and I am not a teenager.”

“Then stop acting like one!” The reproach felt heavier coming from the lips of Namjoon.

Hoseok was getting tired, too tired to fight or to justify himself. He had strength just for laying down on his bed in front of a Netflix silly comedy and gorging on ice cream coffee. He just wanted it to be over. “Listen…” He said, talking to both his parents. “I do not need to be babysitted and I want this to be clear: I am definitely not thinking about Min Yoongi.”  The finger, moving together with each word and the voice he used, made Hoseok even more serious than the apprehensive behavior of his friends. 

From a certain point of view he wasn’t wrong. Hoseok didn’t think about Min Yoongi - at least he tried to not to - because every time he thought about Min Yoongi he remembered he was Catgasm. The boy he had a crush on was both the one he sucked off during a party and the porn account he dreamt about every night for the last year. He was the presumptuous stranger who stole his iced americano and that friend he liked to hang out with and to go out for long walks. 

More he thought about Min Yoongi and more pieces of the puzzle started matching. Yoongi was that sweet guy, gentle with puppies and gentle with his partners. He was just a regular guy who loved sharing recipes, places and music. A boy like any other with a vintage collection of cameras and a large selection of toys and men.

It’s what Hoseok did every day, every hour, every second, after the party, realizing, little by little, that Yoongi and Catgasm were the same person - same body, same cock, same soul - and he still couldn't believe it. 

Not to mention that he tasted it. 

He spent the nights switching from an obsessive research of every kind of possible connection, in between Yoongi and the kitty man, to stay away from the silent account it turned to be after the party. Hoseok rewatched each of his videos, he looked at every picture and read all his posts, but his maniacal investigations didn’t get him anywhere. 

Analyzing his moans, moles and each of his wallpapers only made Hoseok miss him more.

Both Yoongi and Catgasm.

“Of course he does.” Taehyung broke Hoseok’s thoughts, talking with his mouth full. He was standing on the edge of the kitchen, gulping down some honey butter chips from a bag je stole from Hoseok’s cupboard as soon as they entered. “He has the same face of someone who is still thinking about Yoongi’s dick.” Taehyung swallowed a handful of chips, making his words clearer.

“Shit..” Hoseok didn’t need that information to go public and he definitely didn’t want to justify himself with another of his friends. Lucky for him, Taehyung went back to the kitchen, searching for some other food. It was enough for the night. Hoseok was exhausted. 

Seokjin got close to his friend, hitting his back, helping him with the cough. “You can’t keep a secret from me, Jwe.” He said, caressing gently the same spot covered by the blanket. 

Hoseok felt nauseous. 

“I am doing what I can.” The words trembled in his mouth. Hoseok’s voice lost that defensive tone, replacing it with a sense of disorientation. He looked in the eyes of his two friends and Taehyung - back on their circle once again - hoping to find, there, the answers he needed. Once again all his problems were made by the same damn nature, sex of course, and Hoseok was tired of feeling like that.

“You can do better!” Namjoon raised his voice slightly, feeling a little bit unjust right after, especially after the dirty look of mama bear, taking care of his baby. 

“I'm sorry.” Hoseok whispered. feeling miserable and letting himself disappear in the hug of his hyung. “You know I can’t react well to these things…” 

“It’s okay.” Seokjin smiled. “You sucked his cock and you two panicked. It's okay. Get over it, Jwe. I’m sure Yoongi did it already.” He said, adding his famous comforting smile together with a pat on his back from Taehyung.

“YOU DID WHAT?” Namjoon got up abruptly from his seat, stunned by the news. Open mouth and shocked expression. He did it so fast to move the armchair a little bit back from its place, shaking the perfect balance of Hoseok’s furniture. “Why didn’t anyone tell me? You know that too, Taehyung-ah?” He asked, looking around the guilty faces of his friends who omitted the information. 

Seokjin turned around, releasing Hoseok from the embrace. “Honey, it’s fine.” He said, caressing the shoulder of his husband in a lovely way. “You are just his manager. You don’t have to worry about who sucks him off.” 

“Yes I have!” He stated, looking at his husband, realizing only after he hadn’t made himself clear. “I mean, I don’t want him to be involved in any drama.” Namjoon explained, thinking about his client before his friend. He rubbed his left hand against his lips, trying to exculpate himself from the accusing glances around him. “It’s not like I don’t care about you, Hobi. I do.” There was sincerity in his words. “I just want to protect Yoongi’s career.” And in the way Namjoon was getting closer to his friend. “Taehyung-ah, say something, it’s your artist too.” He said, talking to the man who seemed to be more worried about the empty bag of chips than the critical situation Namjoon was painting to them.

“Uh? What?” He asked, looking up from the honey bag just like he was falling from a cloud. He didn’t expect to take sides tonight. “I’m rooting for them!”

Namjoon took a breath. Things were getting difficult to say. ”I- I… I do too, okay? Yoongi is a good guy and Hoseok deserves to be happy…” He said, adding a bunch of other reasons about the fact that Hoseok and Yoongi weren’t the Romeo and Juliet of this story and he definitely didn’t want to go against their feelings. All of that and so much more, right in front of Hoseok who was hearing them talking about his life just like he wasn’t in the room. “I just want to protect Yoongi’s career. Whatever happened to that party was irresponsible, Hoseok-ah and you know it. It wasn’t just a dinner, it was work.”

Wow. Really? Hoseok didn’t say anything until then, but that was enough. Being scolded like a child wasn’t exactly what he needed from his friend, icing on the cake of this intricate situation. “You are talking like I had done the whole thing alone, but, for your information, Namjoon, Yoongi’s cock was there too.”

What a funny provocation. Namjoon hated being treated like a stupid, especially when he was talking about something serious. “For your information, Hoseok, I’m gonna talk to him too and…” 

A loud and rapid admonition came from out of the throats of everybody around Namjoon, in the form of a thunderous no. “Hyung, are you crazy?” Taehyung was the only one who added something different. “You can’t tell Yoongi that you know about the blowjob. It would be embarrassing for Hobi Hyung.” 

“Namjoon, please.” Hoseok begged for himself without adding sarcasm this time. It wasn’t because of embarrassment. He wasn’t worried at all. Yoongi could actually believe that he talked with his friends about his alter ego and that, that was the real secret to protect.

“Joonie…” Seokjin whined, worried that his husband could do or say something he didn't really mean. “ I know you’re worried, but what happened between Hoseok and Yoongi is not our business.” He said, underlining that detail to make sure his best friend knew he wouldn’t have crossed a certain line. Everything he did, he did it for Hoseok, but he wouldn’t have never done anything to make him suffer. “Take a step back, please.” Seokjin said, reproaching his husband with kindness.

But Namjoon took his job too seriously for mixing it with his personal life. “Okay fine. I’m sorry. I won’t talk with Yoongi.” The manager promised, frankly, looking directly at Hoseok. “But.. Jinnie, please I need to say this.” Namjoon stated, gently, searching for the approval of his husband. “We all want the same thing, actually. It needs to stay a secret, okay? This is very important.” He said, marking each word with an imperative slowless. I don’t want my client's personal life to affect his reputation. It’s sad, but that’s how it works here in Korea…”

Oh Namjoon, you have no idea of what you should be worried about. “What?” Hoseok reacted surprised. It was at that moment that he vacillated a bit. He could easily tell his friends that Yoongi had a bigger and dangerous secret to hide and reject his manager’s offensive allegations, but he didn’t, for the same reasons in which he still believed. “Are you worried that I'm going to tell anyone that I sucked your client off?” He said, underlining a very annoyed and sarcastic tone in his question. “You are fucking gay, Namjoon. That’s your husband!” Hoseok smirked because of the hilarity of the situation, pointing to Seokjin by his side. “We all are. How can you hide the sexuality of your clients just because of what? Fame, money, reputation? Yoongi’s work would not change, if he started fucking women. I can’t believe I am saying it to you…” 

“I KNOW! It’s not because of that!” Namjoon yelled, afraid of what direction that conversion was taking. “Everyone knows Yoongi is gay but It’s different here. Even if they accept us we are not really free.” And that was true. South Korea wasn’t the friendliest country in which queer communities wish to live. Not that the rest of the world was perfect, not at all, but sadly, there were silent rules for them to follow. “People talk and they may make things hard for Yoongi and that’s not fair. He needs to have the same chance as any other artist in Korea and be judged for his art, not because of his sexuality.” Everyone knew that what Namjoon was saying was the truth. “You know better than me that sucks, Hobi, but I can’t change this shitty world. I am just one man.” He said, almost crying. That was a really important issue for an activist like Namjoon. They all knew it and Hoseok, in particular, felt a little bit stupid to make those accusations to a man he followed, with the others, to each Pride. “I can only be proud of who I am and who I am married to.” He said, turning his gaze to his other half. It was almost one of those emotional moments from those same theme’s movies if Namjoon didn’t add the last thing. “It’s my job protecting my clients from being pictured on the front page with their cock in another man’s mouth.”

Namjoon was right. He was always right. He was that kind of man - smarter than the others, charmer than the others - able to convince even the most stubborn, with one sentence, that Earth wasn’t round but flat. Hoseok couldn’t argue with that: their world was unfair and what Namjoon was trying to say was about keeping a low profile for everyone’s sake. It was a kind of scandal that would have affected any other couple, not just their gay asses, but Hoseok was definitely too proud to let him win. “Don’t worry, Namjoonie. It won’t happen again, nor in public, nor in private. Your client is safe.” And Hoseok really believed that. 

“Alright, enough chit chat.” Taehyung got closer, putting both their arms around Seokjin and Hoseok’s shoulders, distracting their friends from their argument and breaking that awkward and depressing mood in the room. He had other plans for the night. “Shall we go?” 

***

“Yes.” Seokjin said, turning his phone down and revealing the real aspect of their destination. “That's the place.” He said, peering every detail of the building in front of his eyes. It was very different from the green dot of his naver map and even more eye-catching than the other shops and restaurants of Itaewon-dong. Its sign wasn’t just shimmering, but elegant somehow and the door painted with a bright pastel purple reminded him of a passage to another time. Et voilà ! That’s exactly what they found, but Seokjin didn’t know it could really happen. He didn’t say it right away, he waited for the desk girl to check their group’s reservation and to show them the entrance of that wonderland noraebang. “It looks like Taehyung.” Seokjin finally commented, making the others laugh. The place that the door revealed was very different from the other karaoke rooms in town, typical of Korea. A bright but silent chandelier, characteristic of French palaces, hung over their heads, mixing perfectly with the same age furniture around them, scattered around the room. They were made, with no doubt, with expensive materials and light textures, even if they couldn’t really distinguish their real colors. The whole room was painted by a waterfall of neon lights, coming from some lamps attached to the ceiling. A mix of glossy colors were drawing little games of lights all over the old-fashioned location, the one framed by a large stage reminiscent of a Moulin Rouge style in a very modern night club atmosphere. The perfect balance between a memory of an unknown past and the new possibilities of the present.

Eccentric and elegant. Reality and poetry mixed with each other. Just like Taehyung. “That’s why I chose it.” The artist said giggling. He didn’t look at Seokjin and the others, his eyes got kidnapped by a new age impressionism of a group of Can Can ballerinas. A painting he was already picturing on the wall of his gallery. 

“I thought it'd be the four of us, Taehyungie…” Hoseok said, some minutes later, underlining the discomfort with his voice. In fact, they weren’t alone in that karaoke room, like usually happens in other noraebang. But they were the only ones to unwrap bags full of homemade food. “Hyung… did you bring supplies for the whole neighborhood?” He commented directly to Seokjin. He was taking out from a white bag, a box of some crunchy and rainbow corn dogs, distracting himself, for a moment, from the group of people who were drinking, apparently. all the alcohol of the bar and choosing from the playlist on stage.

“Hyung, why don’t you open a restaurant or a food truck?” Taehyung said, stealing a chicken wing from a plate and receiving a disapproving gaze from the chef. 

“I will when you stop…” He fragmented that sentence, gently hitting the younger’s wrist like a mom would do with his child. “... stealing my food.” And giving him no other choice other than leaving the chicken where he found it. 

“Wow!” A voice from their back approached the table of the four friends with no shame at all. It was a guy from the other group they were sharing the room with. Colleagues, apparently. And he was the most attractive. “Is this food for us too?” He asked, charmed by the collection of delicacies placed on a blue paper tablecloth Seokjin brought from home too. 

The chef smiled. “Sure, take some for your friends too.” He said, appreciating the voracity with which he devoured exactly one of those delicious wings Taehyung wanted for himself. 

He was the only one who whined. “Hey!” Taehyung cried out, seeing the man jumping up on his precious food before he could eat it. “Why can he have it and I don’t…” He said to his Hyung, discovering a satisfied smile on the face of someone who was clearly messing with him. “You are not funny.” He got his revenge by stealing a bunch of sweet potato snacks from a transparent bag. 

“It’s called courtesy, Taehyung. We can share.” Seokjin replied, scolding the young boy as a child. He was playing with him just because he didn’t tell anyone that there would have been other people with them. It’s always like that with Taehyung, you can never predict what is going to happen with him. It was okay, sharing the room with another group, he just hoped that Taehyung wouldn’t have done something stupid to upset Hoseok. 

“May I offer you something at the bar to thank you?” The man said, talking to Taehyung, instead of the chef who did the courtesy. He was clearly interested in the younger. 

Taehyung smiled. Well, he was too pretty for saying no. “Fine, maybe I can enjoy a drink in the meantime.” He said, following the dark haired boy to the bar counter. 

More things he said, the less Seokjin understood him. He shaked his head, focusing on unwrapping the last boxes and sharing them with the others. They weren’t there for a long time, but the colleagues already looked pretty drunk. A group of three was on stage, trying to sing a famous korean ballad misspeaking and slurring the lyrics. It was when Namjoon approached him, helping to set up the chopstick next to the dishes. “He is right, you know it.” 

“What are you talking about?” Seokjin asked without looking at his husband. He kept settling the food, pretending he didn’t get what Namjoon was saying. 

“You are the only one who brings food to public places where there’s already food.” Namjoon said, trying to take his husband’s attention but no results. “You are the only one who cooks every time we are invited to dinner at our friend’s house. You spend most of your time at that Thai restaurant, learning new recipes… Seokjin?” Namjoon paused, taking his husband gently by the wrist, forcing him to look at him in the eyes. “You are the only one I know who makes the perfect dish for every occasion. Your food makes everyone happy. It makes me happy, but mostly makes you happy.” 

Oh, Namjoon, that's why I married you. Seokjin was tremendously in love with his man, but he didn’t tell him at that moment. “My food is healthier than those industrial snacks, that’s why.” He was more focused on avoiding the topic, turning to look down to escape from another attempt from Namjoon to make him return into the food industry. It wasn’t something new. Namjoon kept telling him for some years since he opened the dog company. He knew Seokjin loved that project, but he knew his heart better and Seokjin’s heart belonged to the kitchen. He just needed the courage to take the plunge and do the job of his dreams. 

“I know you are scared, but we can do this together.” He said. sincere eyes and a comforting hold around his hips. “I can help you, whatever you need. He smiled, almost sure he was really going to win the battle this time with his sweetness. “I can cut carrots!” Then he exclaimed, with a change of voice, breaking that serious moment with a loud laughter and  reminding himself and Seokjin that time in which they weren’t married yet and he offered to cook for his husband, making a mess. 

That memory ended up with the young couple extinguishing a little fire and a dinner to the pyeoneui jeom down their building, unable to use the stove of their kitchen. It made Seokjin laugh and break the tension of such a big decision. “No way! Stay out of my kitchen…”  He said, closing his mouth in a sunny kiss. 

Namjoon pulled back, enjoying the flavor of their lips. He didn’t say they tasted better than any other mix. No kimchi with rice, nor coffee with milk were perfect together as Namjoon was for Seokjin. If there was a recipe of love, they would be the ingredients. Ew , no time for pleasantries. Namjoon was still focused on the mission. “I saw a couple of buildings in Gongneung-dong, maybe we can check the…” 

Crash. The sound of a glass breaking on the floor made the couple turn around to the figure of Hoseok next to them. “Guys…” He said, white as a ghost, calling both of them without specifying who. It didn’t matter, he just needed someone to explain to him if he was having a hallucination or the one who crossed that door was really Min Yoongi. “What is he doing here?” Hoseok yelled, in the most silent sound he could produce, when what he actually wanted was to make a theatrical scene. “Did you know that, right?”

“Jwe… Hoseok?” Seokjin said, trying to call him down. “Hoseok.” He stopped his trembling movement by putting his hands on his shoulders. “We had no idea he would have been here, I swear.” He said, receiving the support of his husband. There were no lies in that oath. The couple wasn't involved with any evil plan. But it didn’t refrain Hoseok from yelling at them. “I came here with one condition, only one… I can’t believe he is…” 

Here. Yeah, I can’t believe I’m here. “I can’t believe you made me do this, Jungkook.” Yoongi said, watching the scene from the other side of the room and regretting his decision already. Judging by the way he was screaming against his friends, Hoseok didn’t know Yoongi was invited there too and he didn’t seem exactly comfortable with it. He felt it immediately, as soon as Yoongi crossed the door and their eyes met. The worst part was that Hoseok knew Yoongi was seeing him and he was doing nothing to hide his discomfort. 

“Relax, Hyung… Wow, this place is awesome.” A voice behind Yoongi walked inside the room together with him and Jungkook, focusing, at that moment, on the wrong thing. “So, who of these gentlemen is your mysterious man?” The man said, admiring the indoor with the excuse of searching for someone. Jimin was covered by that magic stardust they give to the charming women and men of the show business. The kind of glamor that makes anyone unable to take their eyes off them. Funny to say about someone who wasn’t even famous, but a man whose aura would have conquered the world if he wanted. Maybe that’s why he chose to be friends with Jungkook, because he could see his inner self behind his perfection. 

Jimin loved people like that, those who speak directly to your soul. He felt incredibly lucky when he met Jungkook and Yoongi. At that time, Jimin, was a student of the Dance Academy in London and he was the only one who didn't speak a word in English. He only knew Korean and the language of contemporary dance and ballet. It was a breath of fresh air, spending time with Jungkook and extremely funny working with Yoongi. 

“That handsome man over there, the one who is freaking out because I am here.” His friend replied with a subtle sarcasm, pointing to that scene covered by purple and feeling gradually nauseous. At the point that if it wasn’t for Jungkook, who blocked the way out, he would have already ran away. 

“It’s okay, Hyung. We are here for you.” Jungkook said, glancing at Jimin and receiving the same supportive gesture back. They both touched the shoulders of their friend, encouraging him to step forward. Jimin heard the whole story on the way to the noraebang. He had some questions about the reliability of this Hoseok, but the way Yoongi talked about him - and the way Jungkook talked about Yoongi - it only made Jimin realize what a big crush his friend had on this guy. It never happened with any of his partners. Right, never. Jimin thought, smiling and remembering when he had a little crush on Yoongi too. It happened during the first year in London, when Jimin found in Yoongi sweetness and protection, just what he needed back then. A clumsy confession later - to a man who wasn’t really into exclusive relationships - Jimin decided it was better not cross that line and everything ended up to be just a good friendship, nothing more, nothing different. 

So he pushed that hand on the back of his friend and together with Jungkook - who was clearly starving - they stepped to the table’s direction, intimidated only by a shrill squawk taking place all over the room. “Where the fuck is Taehyung?” Hoseok yelled, just a second before the noraebang turned suddenly dark, leaving everyone speechless. It stopped the chatting, Hoseok’s questions and even the walk of the three guys. Everyone’s gaze got captured by a series of little lights, appearing gradually on walls, like stars shining in the sky. It lasted for a couple of minutes, before the music started and all the eyes went to a single light on stage, right there, where Taehyung was ready for his show. The music started. It wasn’t an unknown track and more than half of the crowd recognized it. Someone would even say that genre was sewed on Taehyung, like a second skin. “ I wanted to fuck with real love.” He said, mispronouncing the first line without singing and making the lyrics more personal and hot. Taehyung made a pause, sat on his stool, waiting for the reply of his audience like a professional artist would do, performing on an unplugged session on tv. When he received the first applause, the artist knew it was the moment to go on. “Wanted it sweet, so pure and warm…” It was the second line of a song called Tejano Blue and Taehyung sang it in a very sensual English, making everyone hang from his lips. 

No other singer, nor the famous one, knew how seductive Taehyung's technique was. The shape of his mouth kept changing word after word, making his lips brush on the head of the microphone like he was gently kissing the skin of his lover. “I wanted to fuck like all the time…” It made everyone shiver, no exceptions. His right hand was firmly holding the green device, making a part of his audience eager to be at its place. The rest of them - the majority - was enchanted by the way Taehyung’s free hand was slowly moving from the inner thigh of his beige trousers to the neckline of his ivory white tank top inside a light jacket, making each of them wish to be lucky enough to travel his body that way. Especially Jimin, the one who approached the stage, leaving his friends behind and forgetting about them. Forgetting about his own name, where they were, who these people were, forgetting about everything under the spell of that angelic voice. He got attracted just like those sailors of the epic adventures who were captured by mermaids. A seductive merman who intercepted the gaze of the seaman and decided to gift him the best part of his show. “When you say you want it all, I know you want it all…” Taehyung got up from the stool, approaching the side of the stage in which there was his admirer. He didn’t care about singing the rest of the lyrics, that shining golden pole was more attractive. Taehyung left the music flowling, holding the pole with both his hands and tangling around it like a professionist. The lights changed colors and intensity, giving to his performance a very burlesque atmosphere. He let his body slide slowly on the pole under the notes of that incomplete song, reaching the modern floor. “ And when you drag me on the floor and the blue tejano's on…” All eyes were on him. Whistles and applause, coming to the drunk crowd, mixed with each other in the singer's ears. But Taehyung only cared about the beautiful blonde guy who was looking at him with admiration and desire. He laid on the parquet, crawling like a tiger toward Jimin’s face, forgetting he was doing a performance. “ ... You keep your eyes on me. ” He whispered without using the microphone. It sounded like an order more than a suggestion and Jimin wouldn’t have dared disobeying. Taehyung was just an inch from the lips of his prey when the music played the last line. It flew empty of lyrics, silent, just like it was that promise of forever and soundless as the noise of an ungiven kiss. 

The lights went on and that magical atmosphere disappeared, traveling the noraebang back to a typical evening in Seoul, South Korea. Definitely not a place made of serenates to princes. Taehyung felt that change too, moving to the center of the stage to take his final applause and thanking the audience with a regal bow. His name was shouted by the crowd, especially by the group of colleagues, as soon as they knew that their entertainer was someone called Taehyung-ssi. But their singer wasn’t there for them. He went down, leaving the stage to someone else, attracted by the gaze of his admirer among the crowd. He had just the time to raise a hand in his direction - to say hi, in a more traditional way - before a voice distracted him from his important mission.

"TAEHYUNG?!" He heard, but it wasn’t a gentle shout. “TAEHYUNG-SSI?” The voice repeated even more angry. It was Hoseok, of course, coming close to him with eyes that could have burned Taehyung alive. He knew he would have to deal with Hoseok eventually, but he didn’t know that if it weren't for Namjoon and Seokjin, Hoseok would have definitely  killed him that night. “What the fuck did you do?” He asked, knowing the answer. It was his plan from the beginning, even before hearing Hoseok screaming, hid in his  kitchen. “No, wait. I know what you did. I want to know WHY?” He yelled at him. Of all of the things - blind dates, embarrassing conversations with men about him, the thousands of attempts to set him up - this one was the worst someone could do to him. And it wasn’t just because he didn’t want to be involved in a relationship. Hoseok wasn’t ready to see Yoongi or Catgasm, or both. 

Taehyung stepped back, just a little, scared by the rage of his hyung. He saw in his face a kind of discomfort he didn’t see for any other hogwash he did in the past. “Hyung is not about you, I swear.” He said, hoping it wasn’t too late to explain himself. 

“How could you say it? Yoongi is here…” Hoseok replied. The music was loud enough, but Hoseok lowered his voice down anyway, careful to not let the man know he was talking about him. As if Yoongi didn’t understand it already. 

The young boy lowered his head under the judging gaze of his hyungs who were looking at him disappointed about his behavior. “I can’t believe you did this to your friend.” 

“It’s not about him. I invited Yoongi-ssi…for me…” He said, trying to clarify the situation with a poor choice of words that made Hoseok’s face reach the highest level of red. 

He didn’t even try to hide his jealousy. “You did what?” Hoseok yelled, meanwhile Namjoon and Seokjin echoed that question with the same surprise. 

Taehyung opened his eyes wide. “No… Oh my God! Noo!” He exclaimed with the face of someone who had just realized how wrong they were about the situation. “That’s not what you think! I didn’t want to see Yoongi… I wanted to see Jimin-ssi.” 

“Jimin-ssi?” They asked almost in unison, turning their head on their right with the sole purpose of scanning the skinny blonde guy with a blue cocktail in his hands and a sexy silhouette. Of course it was because of him. Their attraction during the performance couldn’t be a one time situation. Taehyung planned everything for him. 

“Shh!” He said, raising his finger in the typical and spontaneous gesture of silence. There was only music and chaos around them, but even The Superstar, Kim Taehyung, had the same predictable reactions of everyone with a desperate huge crush. Even the most confident of the whole human rage knew how dangerous and exciting it was saying the name of your crush aloud. He felt his own blood trembling in his veins when his friends pronounced it. The mere thought of Jimin hearing them and turning around was making every cell inside Taehyung screaming like crazy. “Yeah. A week ago Yoongi hyung came to the gallery to check some things for the exhibitions and he came with Jimin-ssi…” He paused. “There was Namjoonie hyung too… tell them.” Taehyung said, encouraging his friend to speak for his cause. 

Hoseok and Seokjin’s reaction came out as a reproach, of course. “You knew about this? And you didn’t tell us anything?” Seokjin asked, right after Hoseok, with the voice of someone who had just been cheated by his husband. “Why didn’t you tell me about his plan for tonight?” 

Namjoon felt just like he had just fallen for the sky. He got close to his husband and took both his hands, sure he would have believed him. “I didn’t know anything, I swear.” Namjoon said with the sincere eyes of a good giant from fairy tales. “I didn’t even know there was something in between them. Nothing happened at the gallery!” He said, showing his characteristic distraction for little details. 

Taehyung raised his eyes up. Namjoon was the living character of a romance book, but when it comes to real life, he is totally a mess. Even when Seokjin asked him to go out the first time, the man was afraid to call it a date. At least until he kissed him senseless and Namjoon had no more doubts about Seokjin’s feelings. He was a cute dork. That’s why none of them was surprised. “It was oblivious, trust me.” Taehyung explained to their friends, glancing at Namjoon. “There’s a sort of electricity in between us, you know.” He said, shaking both his shoulders, pretty excited. “It can’t be explained by a scientist.” The boy’s monolid made the little stars, shining in his eyes, even more evident. “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable, Hyung. It was the only way to see him again.”

Hoseok closed his eyes and breathed out. He knew the uncontrollable feeling of doing everything for someone you like, a lot. That thought brought Hoseok back to the old times, when he did the same for his only crush. “It’s… It’s okay, Taehyung-ssi.” He said, turning his head in Yoongi’s direction and giving him a fleeting glance. Lucky for him, the blonde guy was distracting Yoongi enough to not notice Hoseok’s obvious interest in him. A glimpse, just a glimpse and Yoongi would have seen that electricity Taehyung was talking about. He would have read Hoseok’s mind fighting the need of taking him off that black turtleneck accurately wrapped around his skinny body and the choice of ignoring Yoongi's presence for the whole night. There wasn’t just Catgasm under those clothes, but a sort of friend Hoseok had disappointed somehow and he couldn’t jump back on time to fix it. 

Better focus on a friend he could still protect from disillusionment. “Be careful, Taehyung-ssi.. okay?” He said, patting gently the hand of his shoulder and seeing his face lighting up because of the approval of his hyung. He followed Taehyung’s silhouette walking away in the direction of his crush and while he was looking in that infamous corner, his gaze met accidentally Yoongi’s eyes, this time, seeing inside them the intention to come closer. He looked away hoping that gesture would have made his body disappear in atoms, but it didn’t happen. Hoseok was still there with no way out and Yoongi didn’t change his mind. He turned his head one more time, to check him and when he did it, Yoongi was walking dangerously towards him. He tangled with Taehyung halfway, greeting him with a smile in an harmonious exchange of places and then, magically, Yoongi appeared - together with his friend - in front of their table, showing a nervous smile. 

“Yoongi-ssi!” Namjoon said with a friendly tone of voice and an unmistakable fake surprise. He was trying to sound convincing, at least enough to hide to the man that his presence had shaken the lives of his friends for thirty minutes now. “Nice to see you here.” He smiled nicely with shiny teeth and two adorable dimples. But his charm didn’t work as usual since he received the minimum eye contact back. Yoongi was busy, trying to catch Hoseok’s gaze.

Too bad the mission looked impossible to accomplish, especially because the guy was doing everything to avoid him. Hiding half of his body behind Seokjin’s shoulder, looking everywhere but not him and drinking, once in a while a sip of beer, were his only impressive strategies to prevent a long and embarrassed gaze.

The silence, after Yoongi’s late but polite answer, got filled by the empty chats of the rest of the group about atmosphere, songs, food and Taehyung’s performance. Jungkook mentioned the idea of singing PSY’s new song, while Seokjin offered him his various selection of snacks one after another. Those topics sounded like a distant echo in Hoseok and Yoongi’s mind, especially when the younger gave up to those intense eyes and lost himself in a long stare that was everything rather than uncomfortable. It screamed a loud I miss you.  

It lasted a minute, maybe two, until Yoongi’s voice broke the tension. “Hoseok…” He said, trying to reach the boy from the other side of the table, but receiving a slippery reaction back. It didn’t stop the flow of the conversation, but everyone noticed that something was going to change. And it did. “I- I’m going to refill my glass of beer.” Hoseok mumbled, taking some distance from the group. He was in such a hurry to run away before Yoongi - or anyone else - could say something or make him notice he had forgotten the half empty glass on the table. He didn’t think about it, Hoseok just wanted to disappear. 

Yoongi breathed out in response, making the married couple turn to his side and look at him with compassionate eyes. “Give him some time, Yoongi-ssi.” Seokjin said, giving him some support he definitely needed. It was really nice, actually, being the younger for once. Everyone needs a hyung sometimes and Yoongi didn’t have one - except for his brother who was still living in the States - and the more he got to know Seokjin and the more he got convinced that he was definitely the best choice to comfort his heart, just a little. “I know you two are gonna be fine…” He said, going around the table and getting closer to Yoongi, where Jungkook left his spot to reach the food. Seokjin felt immediately free to place an arm around his shoulder, even if they weren’t so close. But there was already a good chemistry between them, he was sure about that. They had already cooked together and well, Seokjin knew he would have persuaded him to go fishing together eventually. “... Something is telling me that you two are meant to be together.” 

“ Ya !” Jungkook said, calling everyone’s attention but mostly Seokjin’s. “That’s what I told him too.” He finally swallowed a piece of cheese, making his words clearer. “I don’t know Hoseok-ssi but the way Yoongi-ya talks about him… they give me so-ool-meh-ee-teu vibes” Jungkook said, marking the konglish’ s pronunciation. He took another snack in his mouth, seeing Seokjin’s eyes shining bright after that brilliant statement. 

“I think that too!” Seokjin exclaimed, smiling at Jungkook like he had just found his new best friend. He moved to the left of the table, reaching the young boy this time and giving him an affectionate punch on his shoulder to which he replied back. “I really like this little punk!” A loud laugh spread around the room, mixing with the music and Yoongi’s grunts. Seokjin got enchanted by Jungkook, while Yoongi was regretting being his hyung at that moment.

And to be there. And being in the spotlight. At least those were just innocent chats. They had nothing to do with Yoongi’s big secret. Seokjin and Jungkook kept talking about what they had in common, while Namjoon was making himself a plate of snacks, offering to do one for Yoongi too, who gently declined. Nothing had changed, except for everything. Being the main character of their friends’ delulus fantasies was better than being on some scandalous shitty website for his secret identity. And while he was gaining a funny and weird group of new friends, Yoongi was also losing a wonderful man, who didn’t betray him. 

“I-I think…” He started to look around, pausing only when he found his target talking to a couple of people from the office group at the bar. “I am going to have a beer, excuse me.” Yoongi smiled, walking in Hoseok’s direction and leaving their friends enjoying the show. 

They took some corn dogs, one for each of them, drowning Hoseok’s indifference and Yoongi’s failed attempts in the crunchy coverage of their snacks and then sharing their sorrow with the man’s frustration, giving him a distant supportive glance. Like it happens at the cinema, or so.

“ Waa , this is so good!!” Jungkook’s genuine exclamation distracted them from the post credits of that scene, making the husbands move their eyes on the boy who ate his snack and started devouring some dried ramen with taste. “You should really open a restaurant, Seokjin Hyung.” He said, swallowing his food and taking another one from the plate. 

Namjoon laughed right away, enjoying the scene of Jungkook - happy like a child in a candy shop - but mostly because of what he said. He turned to the boy, meeting the eyes of his husband next to him and replying to that annoyed gaze with a smirk. He knew Seokjin would have catched the reference. “Yeah, I really like this little punk.” 

***

And all this blue. Can a room be so blue? Apparently yes. The designer of the noraebang’s bathroom evidently thought that it was a good idea covering the room with a mild turquoise wallpaper - full of white flowers - and painting the cabinet under the sink with a shade slightly darker of the same color. Blue was everywhere and everything Jimin was seeing in the bathroom, including his reflection in front of the mirror. He smirked, thinking about the last time he saw a victorian age scenography, he was on the set of the Swan Lake ballet. Jimin rolled the sleeve of his jeans jacket, rinsing the hands under the water. He was actually surprised that the liquid wasn’t blue either. When he closed the tap, the noise of water running left the place to the muffled noise of a song played outside. Some music that Jimin wasn’t recognizing, but enjoying anyway. It didn’t last longer.

“Are you hiding from me?” A voice broke the silence of the room, echoing that question behind Jimin’s back. Taehyung was whispering directly in his ears. He came out from one of the single bathrooms without being noticed by Jimin. It was just when the blonde guy raised his head up that he saw the figure of the boy reflected on the mirror. Wow , it was impressive how much the lines of the artist were long and sinuous as only the accurate brushstrokes on a canvas could be.

Jimin smirked without turning around. “It didn’t work. You found me.” He felt the weight of Taehyung’s arms around his waist but he didn’t say anything. He actually liked the way the artist was holding him. It was everything he wished for since their first and only meeting. The day Jimin agreed to stop by the gallery he didn’t know he would have found a piece of art so attractive to wish to take it home. Taehyung was a real sweetshrub flower among a dry scrub. At that time, their conversation focused only on intense gazes and small talks. None of them mentioned the wish of fucking against a wall. They stick to formalities suitable for strangers, at the point that Jimin thought their attraction was all in his head for a moment.

At least, until he attended Taehyung’s show. “Do you like my performance?” He asked, innocently, just like he didn’t use that song to fuck Jimin with his voice. The sexy man in his arms replied with a light laugh which made Taehyung feel dizzy. Fuck, it’s so hot. His fingers traveled right where the artist’s hands were, tickling his skin gently. Jimin couldn’t resist staying in that position any longer. He needed to touch him, to feel him. Maybe that’s why interweaving his fingers with Taehyung’s long one felt so natural. Jimin took a couple of seconds to enjoy that feeling, then the weave turned into a tight, guiding the dancer’s body in a pirouette that made him facing Taehyung’s cupid’s bow shape lips. Irresistible. So much that Jimin had to cage them in a kiss or it would have been impolite. especially after such an explicit serenade. Taehyung savored Jimin’s taste, slowly sucking his bottom lip and leaving them only when he felt full. He would have lied saying that it wasn’t even better than how he imagined since their first meeting and maybe before it. 

Jimin breathed out. “I was starting to think you were going to do a lap dance on that stage.” He whispered seductively, letting both his hands slip away from his face. The white of his nail polish was aesthetically beautiful, reflecting the blue light. Taehyung had a soft spot for guys with painted fingernails. He looked at him and smiled at that comment, but he didn’t say anything back. Instead, he replied with another kiss, flying on Jimin’s lip like a butterfly and then possessing them as a fiercer animal would have done. The one inside him. 

Outside, Taehyung was a living baby teddy bear with the features of a mythological creature. He stepped back a little, just to look inside the boy’s eyes, trying to spot his inner soul. Park Jimin wasn’t just a beautiful guy he saw at his gallery, he was a whole enigma Taehyung was willing to solve. A lap dance, ah! Nice. He didn’t know if it was just a funny comment or a real suggestion, in any case Taehyung added some kisses - they didn’t cross his lips - to his sentence, to make it more enjoyable. “Lap dances require an extra…” He paused, enjoying where the conversation was leading them. “... but I can make an exception. You can always pay differently…” Taehyung smiled, tracing some circle on Jimin’s chest with a finger. He was so dangerously close to his left nipple that he thought he heard the boy gasping once, for the touch through the fabric of his fine t-shirt. 

Jimin loved the idea. It was just what he was wishing to do tonight. “I think I can afford your methods, Taehyung-ssi.” He said, whispering his name in the boy’s ear and then leaving his mark biting the lobe. It made Taehyung shiver. “But If I pay, I want a private show this time.” 

Taehyung smirked. Strange for someone like him hearing exactly this sentence. He turned around to the immensity of the blue, forgetting what was thinking, busier finding a more hidden place where to make his debut. “Come here…” The boy said, dragging Jimin in one of the single bathrooms and pushing him to sit on the toilet bowl. He did the same, using the man’s lap as a comfortable chair. The way his cock was pressing against Jimin’s belly was driving Taehyung crazy. Jimin could feel it in all its size, how hard it was under the fabric. He wasn’t the only one, of course. They were in two dancing the same tango. The slow movements Taehyung’s body was making against Jimin’s crotch wasn’t helping the blondie either. Especially when he reached his lips again. Being eaten by Taehyung and feeling him in between his legs, was hotter than any other kiss he had ever received. He was good , really good. He had a plan, for sure. It started with him taking Jimin’s jacket off with extreme fastness and placing it on the floor next to a relatable hygienic trash can. Maybe it wasn’t the best choice, but that’s everything they could do in a not so clean bathroom of a noraebang. Then, he moved his body a little bit forward, forcing Jimin to do the same movement. He felt the cold of the tiles as soon as he touched the wall with his back, but he wasn’t complaining at all. The way Taehyung stretched his arm and pressed his hand behind him, slightly higher than his ear, made Jimin feel safe in that little narrow space.

“Stay still…” Taehyung whispered, a few inches from his mouth and breathing loudly. He grabbed the boy’s shirt with his free hand, losing a second the balance. It was Jimin who prevented him from falling by holding his arm and taking the t-shirt off by himself, exposing his skinny but sculptural chest, the chest of a dancer. “I knew it.” Taehyung commented, looking at him pretty admired. No one had ever reacted like that in front of Jimin’s body. “Can I?” He asked, pointing to his chest. Of course Jimin said yes, that’s what he wanted too. But Taehyung wasn’t exactly sure of what he was doing. Touching Jimin’s skin was the same as touching a painting in a museum. It was forbidden but exciting. He did it with precaution, using one finger and brushing it on Jimin’s Nevermind ’s tattoo, right there, scrawled on his ribcage as an indelible reminder. He followed the line of that unique calligraphy, letter after letter, tickling Jimin’s skin during his drawing. “It’s beautiful.” He said, still looking at it. 

“A friend told me to engrave it on my chest.” Jimin replied, smiling thinking about the meaning of the tattoo. He didn’t mention that his friend was actually Yoongi because the story of his tattoo involved the times he still had feelings for him and a really reassuring post sex conversation. Yoongi comforted him when he most needed it, when the challenges of life were dragging him down and his words helped him to rise up. It was a good story actually, but it was a story for another time. Taehyung was too hot right now to think about the past. In his present, Jimin had a new confidence and now, a beautiful boy in between his legs who was dying to kiss more than talk. Besides, the boy was already turning his attention to his other tattoos, admiring them, touching every single line of the numbers and the images and studying their positions like the clues of a Sherlock Holmes’ case. 

It was like Taehyung was trying to remember something. If they had already met in another life, Jimin wouldn’t have been surprised. “Are you okay?” He asked, trying to decipher Taehyung’s behavior, becoming even more weird. 

But Taehyung had no words to reply with, just kisses that got interrupted by the noise of a flush a few meters from their bathroom. They were so focused on each other that none of them noticed that someone got in. “Shh…” Taehyung whispered, giggling. He touched Jimin’s lips with a finger, just a second before they changed their shape in a laugh. It was when they heard the door closing that Taehyung looked at Jimin, enjoying the sound of his voice and his eyes disappearing in a laughter. It was the cutest image he had ever seen - Jimin, laughing like sunshine in a cheap blue bathroom - If he only had something to imprint on it other than his memory. He could just hope that by touching the contours of his figure, the artist would have been able to redraw him. “I am okay.” He breathed out, smiling. “Are you feeling good, your majesty?” Taehyung asked as a pretext to call Jimin with that nickname. He was eager to say it aloud. 

On the other side, His Majesty, gasped. “How did you call me?” He asked, looking at Taehyung with a weird expression. “Is this some kind of game?” 

“I know who you are.” Taehyung said, still comfy on the boy’s legs. Not even the strap of the leopard print jacket - falling a bit on his shoulder and revealing his naked skin - was distracting Jimin from the absurdities Taehyung was saying. “I know you're the Prince , Jimin, that Prince. ” He stated, enjoying Jimin’s eyes opening wide. That was the moment in which Taehyung realized that Jimin was a bad actor. His face can’t lie, not even his body.

“How…?” - How do you know? - “ What are you talking about?” He said instead, keeping a neutral tone of voice. Taehyung knew he was right. 

“Well…” He wrapped Jimin’s shoulders with both his hands, lowering his head a bit, making sure to be in a position in which Jimin wouldn’t have resisted his lips. They were dangerously close. Jimin would have exchanged the truth for some kisses or maybe he would have taken them with no permission. It was okay anyway. No rush, Taehyung loved games. He would have accepted any answer. “Hoseok-ssi showed me your last collaboration video… How's that guy’s name…? Ah yes! Catgasm. My Hyung has had a huge crush on that guy since… I don't know… forever I think.” He said with nonchalance and letting a smirk slip from his mouth. “Well… you know why. He is gorgeous. No doubts you liked him too.” It was funny the way Taehyung was talking about a sex collaboration like they were regular workers. It made Jimin almost waver on his position. 

“I am not following you.” Lies. Other lies. In the end, Jimin would have admitted it. Taehyung is never wrong when it comes to recognizing a work of art. “I think you’ve got the wrong person.. Taehyung-ssi.” He said, moving his head close to the boy’s chest and starting to kiss him through the fabric of his thin shirt. Taehyung believed it was part of a plan to distract him, but he wouldn't have fallen into his trap. 

Even if he was enjoying them so much. “Mmh… Jimin..” He whined, taking some distance from that vortex of passion. “I think I watched that video a million times when I got home that night. I couldn’t take you out of my mind…” He confessed, still referring to Jimin as the main character of that content. “That’s how I memorized the exact places of your tattoos.” He said, lowering his hand and grabbing the Nevermind skin. There was more than simple meaning behind it, Taehyung could feel it. “It takes years to find lost artifacts, you know? You need to analyze them day and night to be sure that you’re not buying a copy. Then there’s bureaucracy, archeological sites… you go to the edge of the world sometimes. When you really need to find them. I did. I searched for many of them in my career, but no other work has ever come to me like you did. I was searching for you, but you found me.”

Wow. No one, other than Taehyung, had ever told Jimin such exceptional words. They could be original or lines of a poem, who cares. In any case they made his heart tremble. No one. No other man of his one night stands did. And he had many one night stands. Especially not on the crapper of a filthy public bathroom. But that’s Taehyung’s magic. “You are pretty good at flirting.” Jimin said, flattered by Taehyung’s effort to make that moment special. He didn’t have to. “You make this place seem as beautiful as a palace.”

Taehyung smirked at that compliment. “That’s where my prince deserves to stay.” 

“Well, I wouldn’t mind having a sugar daddy.” He smirked back. Of course that wasn’t what Taehyung was talking about. But Jimin wouldn’t have admitted it. Not a yes. not a no. He liked seeing Taehyung hanging on his words. He didn’t want the tension to disappear. 

Taehyung laughed at that sentence. He could give the world to Jimin, but nothing would have been equal to his beauty. “What about a date?” He said, offering him what he had, only himself. “Well, after this of course…” He added, pointing to their compromising position. 

“After…”  Not a yes, again. But what he said wasn’t far from a no. “You know…” He paused, caressing Taehyung’s back and feeling his soft skin under the fabric. “It’s not easy dating a prince…” Jimin replied, passing from drumming his fingers on the boy’s hips to removing Taehyung’s clothes with no protests “There are rules…” He whispered, accepting indirectly that condition. No one would have complained about being in that situation. Taehyung was all the choreos Jimin hadn’t learned already, all the songs he had ever danced to and all the stages he had ever stepped on. Who would have renounced to get the ball rolling? 

A fool. Just a fool. Taehyung was kissing him down his soul. Jimin had no choice, even if he wanted to skip that memorable event. He felt the hands of his partner touching his crotch under the trousers and reaching his zip. The air was definitely hotter. Hotter than the cold blue. It’s not like Jimin was nervous. He is never nervous, but that situation was totally different from the others he was used to. Taehyung smiled, revealing a little bit of insecurity too. Where was all the confidence he had on stage? Lost, maybe, in the presence of a man he desired for so long. Jimin immediately caught a glimpse of his deep personality. And he liked it, he liked that too. Taehyung was so cute. 

Jimin smiled back. An adorable smile. Totally out of place, according to what they were doing. He gently grabbed Taehyung’s hand, calming his body and soul and guiding his partner to unbutton his trousers and then slipping inside them. “I am serious…” Jimin said, interrupting his sentence with a soft and lovely moan. It was a very intense reaction to just a simple touch. Taehyung wasn’t even squeezing his cock, he was just slowly caressing his skin, together with the hand of the boy. When the friction changed and became faster, Jimin replied with a groan as thin and sharp as a whistle. “Taehyung-ah…” It reached its hype, until it gradually dissipated in the air, losing its sound and making the man feeling a little bit dizzy. 

A song that no one but Taehyung would ever have the pleasure of hearing on that noraebang. It wasn’t on the list, it was just for Taehyung and Taehyung only. A privileged man who didn't know already how many other times he would have enjoyed that sound. And how many other moments like that there were in their future. He only knew that their melody had already been written and that was just the prelude. Taehyung looked at Jimin with the same admiration of the first time he saw him. He got closer to his ear, bumping his nose to the piercing in the highest area of his ear. “Shhh. It's okay, your majesty." He whispered, without stopping the friction, making Jimin melt completely under his touch. “Your secret is safe with me.”

***

“Heol! What are they doing?” Yoongi exclaimed, failing to hold up a big laugh. There was no one around him other than a bunch of drunk strangers, so the question went directly to the stage where his best friend, his manager together with his husband were putting on a very funny and embarrassing show. 

They were probably a little bit drunk too, but cute anyway. “ Sangcheoreul chiryohaejul saram eodi eoptna …” Seokjin sang the second part of the bridge - right after Jungkook doing the first part - with a distinctive accent and the speed of a rapper. It was hilarious, but actually very catchy. “... Sarangdo saramdo neomunado geopna. ” He kept singing the verse with the complicity of his husband who added, out of nowhere, a very annoying but funny long and high pitched squeaky sound that left him with a raspy voice and made the audience clapping and replying with whistles. It was a really good trio. 

“Hey… Hyung!” So entertaining that he didn’t really pay attention to Jimin the first time he called him. “Yoongi Hyung!” He repeated, getting finally a reply back. 

"Jimin-ah..” He said, glancing at him and then turning his gaze to the stage again. He pointed at the trio of singers - heavily steeped in the performance - with his fingers wrapped around a bottle of beer and he laughed when Seokjin accidentally hit Jungkook’s head with the microphone doing a weird and clumsy movement. “They are so funny, I swear…” He commented amused by the scene, realizing only after a brief scan that Jimin’s clothes weren’t to the nines as the moment he entered the noraebang. “It seems you had fun too…” Yoongi left that observation slipping out of his mouth. “I like that guy, Taehyung-ssi.” And he added, making Jimin reply with a sunny smile. He likes seeing his friend happy. 

“I like him too.” He replied with nothing but sincerity. “It’s different when it’s not work.”

“I know that.” Yoongi grinned, remembering two particular moments in his past. He was almost reluctant to admit to himself that one of them was with Hoseok. “So that means our collaboration is over?” 

“Let’s see…” He replied. Jimin was still thinking about the blowjob in the bathroom - of course, who wouldn’t? - when he suddenly realized he experienced too many of them to decree which was the best one. Maybe it was too soon for their Serendipity, maybe Jimin needed some more time to fall for him and be sure to not get hurt.  “About that… Did you get to talk with Hoseok?” 

Yoongi immediately changed his expression when Jimin pronounced that name. How could you be so sad when you are talking about the sun? It happens only when you get burned. “He is avoiding me… of course. I didn’t expect anything different.” He said, lowering his head and smirking, but with nothing to laugh about. “Hoseok doesn’t want to talk with me as I predicted. He is not into this stuff…” 

“Are you sure?” Jimin replied out of nowhere. 

That question made Yoongi turn around. “What do you mean?” 

Jimin cleared his throat. Yoongi had to know it. That information didn’t feel exactly important when he heard it - he was obviously focused on something else - but suddenly, the moment he reunited with Yoongi, the memory of what Taehyung said in between insinuations and kisses popped up in his mind and it didn’t seem like something he couldn’t omit. “Taehyung mentioned something about Hoseok earlier.” He confessed, getting closer to his friend enough to whisper the interesting part about his information. “He knows about you… I mean he knows about Catgasm.” Jimin paused, looking at Yoongi and receiving a confused gaze back. Of course he knew about Catgasm, they fought about that. “For a long long time.”

“What the fuck?!” Yoongi exclaimed, even more confused than before. It was the only possible reaction he could express at the dawn of that shocking revelation. “Are you saying that… he is into my account?” He asked, lowering his voice again after that louder exclamation. 

Jimin looked at him, sighing. He wasn’t exactly happy to make things messier than how much they already were between them, but he couldn’t stay silent, right? “Hyung… I think Hoseok didn’t tell you all the truth.” 

“That - that’s insane!” He shouted, talking to Jimin but actually hoping to quickly find a valid reason inside himself. Yoongi’s brain went immediately to retrace everything Hoseok said to him. Every gesture, every move, every touch and stroke. Everything about Hoseok from the day they met to the events of that disastrous night, but nothing seemed useful. “Why didn’t he tell me when he had the chance? He just could say: “Hey! I saw your butt naked already!” It’s not that hard, right?” That question didn’t really have an answer, but Yoongi needed to make it. He kept shouting word after another, wondering how it was possible to be angry and even more interested in a guy at the same time. How could he be both shocked and enchanted by that indecipherable man? “Okay. That’s enough!” He stated, hitting the surface of the table with the bottle and heading where the man had been for the past twenty five minutes: at the bar, far from him. 

Jimin didn’t really try to stop him. He couldn’t actually. Yoongi disappeared before he could do or say something and reached his target in a flash. He had that face. The one of a man who would have accepted any kind of answer, everything except lies. “HOSEOK-AH!” He yelled, once he stepped right in front of him. Yoongi’s vehemence made Hoseok suffocate with the sip of the beer he was drinking that swallowed together with a cough. He had no chance to say anything back. Yoongi grabbed his arm, forcing him to get down the stool and pass through a tangle of drunken and sweaty bodies just to reach an improvised destination. 

Silence, finally. That’s exactly what they needed. The room where they were was adjacent, but different from the other one. No exaggerated stages or multicolor lights, just a manicured white and comfy sitting area and a glass piano placed under the light of a window. The air had that typical smell of a time travel in another era. They got in together, but Yoongi was still holding his arm. Maybe he was afraid to lose him once again. He moved just a bit to close the last glimmer of the door behind his back and finally leave the noises where they couldn’t reach them. Hoseok and Yoongi were stuck together, motionless in time, while Seoul was frantically outside. 

It was Hoseok, yelling a loud “YOONGI WHAT THE FUCK?” to break that balance together with the man’s hold. He didn’t go out that night to end up getting kidnapped with the last person he wanted to share a room with. Not yet, not now. It’s too soon.  

“Why didn’t you tell me that you knew about my account?” Splash. The sound of a stone falling into the water. Hoseok felt immediately the weight of that question. 

“How..?” He mumbled, still denying that he heard right. 

“Taehyung told Jimin that you are a huge fan of Catgasm…” Yoongi replied, looking firmly Hoseok in his eyes, trying to read the answer. “Is it true?” And he catched it.  “I can’t believe that you acted like you haven’t watched a porn in your entire life…” He said, exaggerating a bit. Hoseok recognized Yoongi's habit immediately when he saw it. The one he does, moving frantically when he is upset. Walking around, touching his clothes and his face. The same movements of the night of their fight. “You could say something!” He yelled, pausing finally his endless loop. “Why didn’t you say something?”

Hoseok took his hand to his mouth, swearing, but his words came out clear. “Shit.” He said, in the end, finally meeting Yoongi’s gaze. It was crucial at that moment. “That’s because of you.” He said and that time he couldn’t be more clear. “What would you do if you discovered that the man you saw masturbating on video, sometimes like every day for the past year and a half, is also the man you had just sucked off?” 

Then he went quiet. “It happens to me all the time to suck off people I saw on video…” Yoongi replied, trying to play down the situation. Of course he was talking about his long list of partners. 

“Be serious, please.” Hoseok replied, rolling his eyes. “You were too angry to listen anyway.” He said, noticing Yoongi looking at him wrong. “And you should be! I’ve invaded your privacy and I’m sorry, truly sorry, Yoongi-ah.” He said, getting a little bit closer. 

“I am sorry too.” Yoongi replied with something Hoseok thought he would have never heard pronounced by his mouth. He didn’t say sorry for that coffee either, why should have apologized for protecting himself? “I shouldn't have yelled like that. I’m really sorry, Hoba.” Last time he called him like that he was about to cum in his mouth and now he was harmless. asking for forgiveness not a blowjob. That’s curious how much things change. 

Hoseok smiled, a soft and comforting smile. “I think we both said something we didn’t mean at that time…” Wow , Hoseok was sweeter than how much Yoongi expected him to be, especially after he acted like a jerk to him. “But I was serious when I said I would have kept your secret. Namjoon and Taehyung don’t know anything about this, not even Seokjin Hyung…” He said, turning his apparent stability in tension. Yoongi brought him in, but Hoseok wouldn’t have left that room without being sure he knew he was sincere. “I-I know your work is impor-” 

“I know.” Yoongi interrupted him. Apparently, he wasn’t talking about his work, but he understood what Hoseok was trying to say. He made the boy silent, getting closer to his figure and holding both his hands. He wasn’t ready to feel his warm touch again while he was staring directly into his eyes. It made Hoseok feel shy, but there was something in that gaze that made him unable to turn around. Especially because of what he said next. “I always knew that.” Yoongi was so damn close, so damn beautiful that Hoseok lost the train of thought for a moment. His lips were basically begging to be kissed. “I trust you.” Who wouldn’t have fallen for those words? Not Hoseok. Not even Yoongi surrendered to that strange energy of their bodies connected once again. It was the siren of an ambulance running outside the window - lighting the room of distinctive acid green - that broke the tension. Hoseok turned his gaze around, facing the library on the wall, while Yoongi, after he swallowed a little bit of shyness, left his place in front of the man and reached the piano. 

Weird . That moment felt more intimate than a blowjob. “So, you know Catgasm…” He said, directing a wry smile toward Hoseok and then sitting on the bench of the piano. Puccini, maybe or Sakamoto. Hoseok didn’t know much about pianists, but what Yoongi was playing, key after key, was a beautiful melody, so beautiful that he captured his attention. Who cared about the author? Yoongi’s movements were so fluid and so accurate that he could have made that melody up at that moment, like a genius. 

Hoseok reached the piano, pushed by the harmonious sound and sat on the bench next to him. He was still rolling his eyes up, a little bit embarrassed to talk about his passion for Catgasm with Catgasm. It wasn’t easy recognizing the naked man on the internet in Yoongi’s clothes, but now that Hoseok was getting a better - and a closer - look, there was something in the line of his body that matched perfectly with the silhouette of the boy with tiny lingerie and nothing more. His hands, the hands that touched a thousand men, seemed even sexier placed on the black and white keys of the piano than inside someone’s hole. “Beautiful.” 

That comment made Yoongi stop playing. He touched a key placed on the left part of the piano, producing a low and disturbing sound. But it didn’t bother the two boys so much, especially Yoongi who was focused on something else. “If you let me touch you, I know you can make a more beautiful sound.” He whispered, a few inches from his face. 

Hoseok turned his head around, giggling. “Yoongi-ah… c’mon!” He couldn’t really sustain that closeness, nor that conversation. Wasn’t it too early for flirting? 

“Fine. So tell me about Catgasm.” 

Ouch , another sour button. Louder than the last one. Hoseok knew he couldn’t escape from that talk any longer. So he dug in it. “Wha- What do you want to know?” He asked, half resigned and half embarrassed, looking in his direction again. 

“How did you find my account?” Yoongi asked, noticing that Hoseok was stalling. So he made this funny suspense sound by putting both his hands on the keys and making the man laugh. Pretty than the music. He thought. 

“Fine…” He cleared his throat. “One night, I was bored and alone… and I… well… you know.” Hoseok avoided saying he was also unashamedly horny , but forgetting actually that he was talking with someone who felt the same most of the time. 

“You searched for porn.” He helped him, giggling. Hoseok was actually really cute pretending he knew nothing about Only Fans when he was totally into that shit too. 

“I searched for porn. And your account was the first to pop out.” The man finally admitted and his eyes turned into stars. “I was scrolling in between your posts, which were mostly about recipes.” He giggled, picking up that moment from his memory. “I was about to give up and search for another account, when I saw this guy, sitting on a piano bench, just like this one and something captured my attention.”

“The fact I was naked?” Yoongi smiled, more amused about the banality of the situation than the other boy was. It wasn’t banal for Hoseok, not at all. The charming image he was recollecting from his mind was more than a naked boy he saw casually on the internet. 

The details of that video were becoming gradually more vivid. It’s funny how long they lived silently in Hoseok’s mind and they were coming out now and right in front of the main character. He remembered everything. From his slow and repetitive movements to the delicate and gorgeous features of the stranger.Everything including how much Hoseok wished to be the bench Catgasm was riding. 

“It wasn’t just because of that…”  A light from outside the window made Hoseok realize he needed to stare at Yoongi to say the rest of the sentence. “You were so beautiful I couldn’t stop looking at you.” He simply confessed, seeing a little bit of shyness appearing on his face because of Hoseok’s flattery. There were many comments under his contents, day by day, but Yoongi wasn’t exactly used to hearing them in person. It was strange, but nice. Especially when those compliments came from Hoseok’s mouth. “There was nothing. No men, no toys. Nothing except your body.” He smiled, realizing it was safe for once, saying those words aloud. “You kept moving back and forth, rubbing your crotch on the leather and… shit! you liked that so much.” 

Yoongi giggled. “Yeah, I liked that. I remember that video.” He was enchanted by the way Hoseok was describing it to him. It felt like he was reading a scene from an erotic book with the same tone of voice of a bedtime story. Definitely spicier than the pages of Goodnight Moon and more entertaining than any other dirty story. What’s impressive was that Yoongi never felt more beautiful described by someone - not even his partners who were happy to fuck for the first time with their favorite - as much as the way Hoseok was talking about him. 

“Do you?” He asked without waiting for an answer. His tone of voice changed from dreamy to naughty in a second, willing to continue his story. “Your face was framed by a mask and your eyes were staring directly at the camera.” He said, moving a little bit closer. “Your moans were the best part of it…” He stopped, turning his body toward the man and touching his inner thigh. Yoongi gasped, just like he did in the video, releasing a cute but intense sound. A breath meant to be louder, but barely alluded. And Hoseok liked it, he liked how Yoongi - how Catgasm - was reacting to his touches. As much as he was pleasantly surprised to feel under his fingertips the same muscled thighs clung to the sides of the bench. There was something magic in seeing and touching a memory. 

Yoongi, on the other side, felt almost fragile, like the stem of a flower in Hoseok’s fingers. “You should stop or I’ll cum untouched.” He breathed out, seeing Hoseok’s body climbing his lap and stopping, comfortable, in the tiny space in between his body and the piano keyboard. “Be careful…” He warned him, with a gentle smile, right when his back touched the tips of some keys producing a high pitched sound. 

“Don’t let me fall.” Hoseok said gently, wrapping both his arms around Yoongi’s body, finding his balance. It took a few seconds to stabilize himself on Yoongi’s laps, a little bit more to realize he was astride Catgasm's knees. Of course Hoseok couldn’t stop thinking about that life changing revelation. It was like discovering the secret identity of your superhero - a very questionable superhero - and then getting into his pants. 

He was sure by now that the man he was cupping his face and caressing his hair was Catgasm, but when their lips parted in a kiss, Hoseok felt the taste of Yoongi. Yoongi, just Yoongi. The one of the long walks in the park and the man in the pictures of his studio. 

An exciting sweetness and that distant taste of beer mixed each other in a series of hungry, but familiar short kisses. They weren’t strangers anymore, but they were constantly trying to take something out of each other using the most primeval of the techniques. A kiss is a gesture that happens on the surface but it goes deep in your soul. It was where Hoseok felt that feeling, in addition to Yoongi’s protective hold. Yoongi didn’t go under his clothes - despite how badly he wanted Hoseok’s body -  he limited himself to brush his hands on his scarlet red jacket, touching wherever he could and enjoying the feeling of the man’ shapes under his fingers. For some reason, Yoongi knew it was something that didn't happen frequently to Hoseok, but one in a million. “Never.” He answered firmly, taking a reluctant break from his lips, but just to breathe. 

What if Hoseok was his one in a million? “Hoseok-ah?” He added after a bit, so close he brushed his own lips with the man’s one with his name. Maybe Yoongi was just delirious and his mind blurred by the desire of having sex with that man. For what he remembered, he never wanted to offer his body to someone so bad as he wanted to give himself to Hoseok. “Do you want to make the dream of any Catgasm’s fan come true?” 

Hoseok stepped back a little, just a bit, enough to play another key they both ignored and to see Yoongi’s face better. He was trying to decipher that question, wondering if somehow he had already grasped its sense. No, that’s not possible. He thought. Normally, he would have walked away in front of a proposition beyond his limits, but nothing is normal in this world, especially not in Yoongi and Hoseok’s relationship. “What do you mean?” He simply asked.

Maybe that’s why his hand was still around Yoongi’s neck. Deep in his black hair and his soul deep in his eyes. Because despite his strict rules Hoseok was desperate to hear that question aloud: “Jung Hoseok…” Yoongi cleared his throat. “Do you want to be my partner?”