drip
rating: pg-13 for horror/gore (??)
pairings: vhope
wc: 856
i swear i'll post normal bangtan things eventually, but in the mean time super quick halloween drabble!
You ever love somebody so much, you could barely breathe when you’re with ‘em?
Some mornings, Taehyung likes to get up early.
As much as he loves laying around in bed with Hoseok, nestled between a heavy comforter and smooth skin and reveling in the happy, snuggly warmth that can only come from being in love, there are some days he likes to slip quietly out of bed just as grey light starts peaking through blinds. Tugging on a pair of Hoseok's basketball shorts that sits loosely on his hips, Taehyung makes his way to the kitchenette and starts rummaging through the cabinets for utensils.
He's been practicing a lot and likes to think he's gotten better at cooking. There's still a lot of reliance on bottled sauces and ramyun soup packets for flavor, but at least he's expanded his repertoire past triangle kimbap and juice boxes from the convenience store, or pretending that adding a slice of cheese on top of packaged Chapaghetti counts as a home-cooked meal. Not that Hoseok is going to complain about whatever he ends up making, but still.
Today, Taehyung is feeling confident enough to attempt something a little special -- good boyfriends deserve nice things, and Hoseok is the best good boyfriend.
About an hour later, he makes his way back to the bedroom with a cup of coffee (instant, because he still hasn't gotten the hang of using the machine) and a plate piled high with blueberry pancakes smothered in syrup (also instant, but he's quite proud that he only burnt one batch this time, and also managed to make the pancake on top of the stack look like Mickey Mouse).
Nudging the door open with his foot, he pads back over to the bed and peeks down at the lump under the covers. Even in the presence of steamy, sweet breakfast smells, Hoseok doesn’t stir. Taehyung presses his lips into a disapproving line. Hoseok's gotten so lazy lately. Yoongi-hyung was such a bad influence.
Taehyung decides to give it another half hour before he'll start picking at Hoseok's food. Setting the plate and cup down on the floor, he lifts up the sheets and crawls carefully back into bed, wrinkling his nose at the odor that comes wafting up. He can't say he hates it -- Taehyung loves Hoseok and could never hate anything about him -- but if he had to pick something to complain about, it would definitely be the smell, how even though he manages to acclimate to it in his sleep, it never actually goes away.
The phone on the nightstand vibrates obnoxiously with a push notification. Annoyed, Taehyung picks it up and swipes his thumb across the unlock screen -- 36 new messages, mostly from Jimin, but a few from Seokjin too. He hits playback.
"Taehyungie, please, please answer your phone. We just want-- come home, okay? Please, just... just come home, just talk to us. Let... let me talk to Hoseok, please, we can get you help. We ca--"
Taehyung deletes it, along with all the rest of the voicemails and texts. It's always the same crap -- Taehyung, where are you? Taehyung, you can't keep doing this. Taehyung, this isn't healthy. Taehyung, where's Yoongi?
He turns off the phone completely and tosses it carelessly to the floor, turning his attention back to Hoseok. Threading his fingers through his hair, he turns Hoseok's head, frowning slightly. Yeah, he’s purging blood from his nose and mouth again. Actually, he’s starting to get kind of icky in general -- his skin is all squishy and mottled, eyes surrounded by red lesions and sunken back into their sockets. When Taehyung leans down to kiss them, those dark lashes and the delicate membrane of his eyelids, it doesn’t taste nearly as good as it used to. He really ought to move Hoseok to the fridge soon, but that would mean cutting him up into pieces to fit in between all the packages of chicken breast and the six-packs of beer Yoongi left behind.
Taehyung really, really hates beer.
But he loves Hoseok, so he's okay with Hoseok being a little gross if it means keeping him close by. He still thinks Hoseok is pretty. His pretty boyfriend with pretty eyes and pretty, dark, hand-shaped bruises around his throat.
Taehyung smiles and traces them with his fingertips. He's so glad he made Hoseok stay. Hoseok was going to leave, but Taehyung managed to convince him not to, because Taehyung loves him so, so much. Hoseok understands that now, Taehyung's sure of it, after he went to such an effort to show him -- after Hoseok struggled so much once he woke up.
He reaches down to grab the pancakes, feeling just a bit guilty that he didn’t wait the full half hour like he said he would, but he doesn't want everything going cold. Settling comfortably in Hoseok's lap, Taehyung cuts a perfect wedge with his fork and brings it to his mouth, licking a dribble of syrup that escapes down his chin. He presses a sticky, loving kiss to Hoseok's lips.
In the end, Taehyung eats all the pancakes by himself, but he doesn't think Hoseok minds.
sorry hoseok and yoongi i love you. :'v
pairings: vhope
wc: 856
i swear i'll post normal bangtan things eventually, but in the mean time super quick halloween drabble!
You ever love somebody so much, you could barely breathe when you’re with ‘em?
Some mornings, Taehyung likes to get up early.
As much as he loves laying around in bed with Hoseok, nestled between a heavy comforter and smooth skin and reveling in the happy, snuggly warmth that can only come from being in love, there are some days he likes to slip quietly out of bed just as grey light starts peaking through blinds. Tugging on a pair of Hoseok's basketball shorts that sits loosely on his hips, Taehyung makes his way to the kitchenette and starts rummaging through the cabinets for utensils.
He's been practicing a lot and likes to think he's gotten better at cooking. There's still a lot of reliance on bottled sauces and ramyun soup packets for flavor, but at least he's expanded his repertoire past triangle kimbap and juice boxes from the convenience store, or pretending that adding a slice of cheese on top of packaged Chapaghetti counts as a home-cooked meal. Not that Hoseok is going to complain about whatever he ends up making, but still.
Today, Taehyung is feeling confident enough to attempt something a little special -- good boyfriends deserve nice things, and Hoseok is the best good boyfriend.
About an hour later, he makes his way back to the bedroom with a cup of coffee (instant, because he still hasn't gotten the hang of using the machine) and a plate piled high with blueberry pancakes smothered in syrup (also instant, but he's quite proud that he only burnt one batch this time, and also managed to make the pancake on top of the stack look like Mickey Mouse).
Nudging the door open with his foot, he pads back over to the bed and peeks down at the lump under the covers. Even in the presence of steamy, sweet breakfast smells, Hoseok doesn’t stir. Taehyung presses his lips into a disapproving line. Hoseok's gotten so lazy lately. Yoongi-hyung was such a bad influence.
Taehyung decides to give it another half hour before he'll start picking at Hoseok's food. Setting the plate and cup down on the floor, he lifts up the sheets and crawls carefully back into bed, wrinkling his nose at the odor that comes wafting up. He can't say he hates it -- Taehyung loves Hoseok and could never hate anything about him -- but if he had to pick something to complain about, it would definitely be the smell, how even though he manages to acclimate to it in his sleep, it never actually goes away.
The phone on the nightstand vibrates obnoxiously with a push notification. Annoyed, Taehyung picks it up and swipes his thumb across the unlock screen -- 36 new messages, mostly from Jimin, but a few from Seokjin too. He hits playback.
"Taehyungie, please, please answer your phone. We just want-- come home, okay? Please, just... just come home, just talk to us. Let... let me talk to Hoseok, please, we can get you help. We ca--"
Taehyung deletes it, along with all the rest of the voicemails and texts. It's always the same crap -- Taehyung, where are you? Taehyung, you can't keep doing this. Taehyung, this isn't healthy. Taehyung, where's Yoongi?
He turns off the phone completely and tosses it carelessly to the floor, turning his attention back to Hoseok. Threading his fingers through his hair, he turns Hoseok's head, frowning slightly. Yeah, he’s purging blood from his nose and mouth again. Actually, he’s starting to get kind of icky in general -- his skin is all squishy and mottled, eyes surrounded by red lesions and sunken back into their sockets. When Taehyung leans down to kiss them, those dark lashes and the delicate membrane of his eyelids, it doesn’t taste nearly as good as it used to. He really ought to move Hoseok to the fridge soon, but that would mean cutting him up into pieces to fit in between all the packages of chicken breast and the six-packs of beer Yoongi left behind.
Taehyung really, really hates beer.
But he loves Hoseok, so he's okay with Hoseok being a little gross if it means keeping him close by. He still thinks Hoseok is pretty. His pretty boyfriend with pretty eyes and pretty, dark, hand-shaped bruises around his throat.
Taehyung smiles and traces them with his fingertips. He's so glad he made Hoseok stay. Hoseok was going to leave, but Taehyung managed to convince him not to, because Taehyung loves him so, so much. Hoseok understands that now, Taehyung's sure of it, after he went to such an effort to show him -- after Hoseok struggled so much once he woke up.
He reaches down to grab the pancakes, feeling just a bit guilty that he didn’t wait the full half hour like he said he would, but he doesn't want everything going cold. Settling comfortably in Hoseok's lap, Taehyung cuts a perfect wedge with his fork and brings it to his mouth, licking a dribble of syrup that escapes down his chin. He presses a sticky, loving kiss to Hoseok's lips.
In the end, Taehyung eats all the pancakes by himself, but he doesn't think Hoseok minds.
sorry hoseok and yoongi i love you. :'v