After a long day of practice, Hoseok considered picking up dinner for himself and Yoongi. He knew the elder would be hungry by the time he returned home.
The woman at the Popeyes register greeted him with a bright smile. Hoseok returned it, quickly scanning the menu. “Hmm, could I get a Bonafide Spicy Chicken family size, a large Mississippi Mudcake, and two large Sprites, please?”
“Of course! For here or to go?”
“To go, please.”
“Thank you. Please wait at the side. Your order is #152 and will be ready shortly.” She paused, then noticed Hoseok’s tip. “Oh! Thank you, sweet thing!”
“No problem,” he replied, smiling.
He walked home, two large bags in hand. Arriving at the door, he knocked, waiting for Yoongi to answer. He knocked again after a few minutes. Realizing no one was responding, he began to worry.
*It’s only 6:45 pm. Surely Yoongi isn’t already asleep.*
He reached down and lifted the doormat. Underneath, he found a small silver key. He used it to unlock the door and stepped inside.
Once inside, Hoseok called out, “YOONGI! COME DOWNSTAIRS TO EAT!”
He waited, hoping for an immediate response. When silence stretched into minutes, he decided to go find Yoongi himself.
He bounded up the stairs, a grin playing on his lips. He planned to playfully scare Yoongi awake. As he approached the bedroom door, he heard muffled noises.
*Yoongi?* he wondered.
He stopped at the door and leaned closer, trying to discern what was happening.
“Oh~ yes~ right there. Aah~ yes daddy, fuck me harder!”
“You like that, don’t you? I’ll fuck you hard all night until you forget your own name.”
“Mmm, d-daddy, isn't Hoseok going to be home any m-minute?”
“Don’t worry about that, baby boy. Mmmmmm, he’ll be coming home later tonight.”
“S-so that means I get to spend the whole day with y-you? Oh yes, right there!”
“That’s right, baby boy. The whole day with daddy.”
Hoseok felt a wave of confusion wash over him. He couldn’t comprehend what he was hearing. He allowed his imagination to run wild, trying to grasp the situation. Lost in thought, he slowly pushed open the door, just enough to peek inside.
Instead of finding Yoongi asleep, he found him engaged in a passionate act with another man. They were locked in a sexually charged embrace, their bodies intertwined.
He watched, frozen, as his mind went blank. His vision blurred, tears welling up in his eyes. Each second felt like an eternity, his heart pounding in his chest. Despite everything, despite knowing, despite believing what he was seeing, he desperately hoped he was wrong. He couldn't reconcile this image with the man he loved, the man he trusted.
“Y-Yoongi?” Hoseok whispered, his voice barely audible.
The loud moans abruptly ceased. Yoongi slowly turned his head, as if hearing a voice from a distant dream.
“Hoseok?”
The silence hung heavy between them, a chasm of shattered expectations and raw emotion. The weight of the revelation threatened to crush Hoseok, leaving him gasping for air. He stared at Yoongi, his eyes pleading for an explanation, for a denial, for anything that could salvage the remnants of his shattered world.