[valentines] home run
home run
bts, j-hope/v
pg-13, 1671w
taehyung likes to be in charge. hoseok decides he likes it, too.
--for herocountry ♥
ao3 mirror
The problem was letting Taehyung hold the stick in the first place, because Taehyung has never met a piece of paper that he didn’t absently tear to bits within five minutes of it being put in his hands, and Hoseok knows this. “You’ll give this to Hobi before his line, but you need to hold onto it,” the choreographer had told Taehyung, handing him a length of wooden dowel that would eventually be replaced by a baseball bat. But once they started running through he got caught up in perfecting the backup dancers’ moves during Namjoon’s part, and they always had to go back to the top just before they got to Hoseok’s verse, Taehyung with the stick tucked under one armpit the whole time, seemingly forgotten.
Hoseok forgets too after the first hour. He’s looking at his feet to mark the steps in the middle of the choreographer’s instructions when he feels a light tap on his waist, and he jerks upright, looking over his shoulder. Taehyung’s staring at him, the stick dangling from one hand. “What?” he mouths.
“Pay attention,” Taehyung whispers back. His tone isn’t mean, exactly, but he isn’t joking either. There’s a set to his eyes that Hoseok has never seen before, and it makes the bottom of his stomach curl a little.
Hoseok turns to face forward, at attention, and he swears he can feel Taehyung’s gaze still on the back of his head, but he isn’t about to turn around and check. When they finally get to the part where Taehyung hands him the stick it feels weirdly ominous, like something’s about to happen but he doesn’t know what. Taehyung has to pass it to him each run-through, and Hoseok makes a full swing on cue every time, glancing at Taehyung whenever they stop to loop back an earlier point in the dance, wondering if he’ll see that look again.
At the end of practice, as they all slowly filter out of the room, Hoseok catches Taehyung’s eye from over a dancer’s head. Taehyung stares back, then sticks out his tongue and crosses his eyes. Hoseok laughs, but he feels weird when he looks away. Somehow, that wasn’t what he was looking for.
They have different schedules that evening, which is probably for the best, since Hoseok hasn’t quite finished processing this yet. He doesn’t know what to do with what he’s learned, and he doesn’t know who can help him. “My boyfriend hit me with a stick and I kind of liked it” isn’t a very productive Naver search.
Yoongi knocks his head lightly when he comes out of the recording booth, but it’s an affectionate tap, not a reprimand. “You’re zoning out,” he says. “Everything okay?”
Hoseok smiles to reassure him. “’m fine.” Normally when he’s got something on his mind, talking things out helps. But he doesn’t want to talk to Yoongi about this, or to anyone. This thing with Taehyung is only their business, and should stay that way, not just for their sake but for everyone else’s.
When he’d worried at the beginning, Taehyung sitting on his lap as they quietly negotiated in the KBS dressing room, Taehyung had said it would be easy, and for the most part he’s been right. Most of the time, dating is nowhere near as complicated as Hoseok thought it would be. It can be as simple as holding hands when they’re shooting a Bomb and Jimin and Jungkook are pulling the camera’s focus, or volunteering to go to the corner store together and running all the way there so they can take their time on the walk home, pinkies linked in the sleeves of their hoodies.
Then there are things like this, things that go deeper than just skinship, that Hoseok feels not in his chest and face but somewhere between his stomach and his dick. These don’t have to be complicated either, he knows, but whenever it comes up it’s like trying to keep up with Namjoon in English - he has no idea what the right words are, or how to communicate what he wants to say. Whatever rushed encounters he and Taehyung have had - handjobs in the bathroom with their faces buried across each other’s shoulders, an aborted blowjob in a supply closet once when Taehyung thought he had figured it out - have been mostly silent out of necessity, and they never talked about it much afterward. Hoseok had thought it was because there was nothing to talk about.
But when he and Yoongi and Namjoon get home, Taehyung looks up from where he’s lying on the floor like a cat, all big interested eyes, and it’s nice, but it’s not the look he’s itching to see. And with the way Taehyung’s behaviour changes, Hoseok knows there’s no way he will get to see it again if he doesn’t use his words.
It takes ten minutes for him to ask Taehyung to come with him into the closet room. Taehyung follows without question, and once they’re inside and he closes the door behind him he pulls Hoseok in for a kiss. They’ve gotten better at it since the first time with cameras and waxy lipstick and lights shining in their faces, less teeth and more confidence, and kissing Taehyung has gone from making Hoseok weird and shaky to calming him down.
But when they part and Taehyung blinks at him expectantly, Hoseok loses his nerve. “How was vocal practice today?” he stammers.
Taehyung clears his throat and shifts his weight to his heels, hands clasped behind his back. “Kim Seokjin’s voice cracked, Park Jimin finally memorized the words, Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin had a long note contest and Jeon Jungkook coughed halfway through and lost,” he intones. He tosses his head. “Kim Taehyung performed perfectly, of course.”
Hoseok takes a deep breath. “And... What about dance practice earlier today?” Taehyung tilts his head. “The thing, uh, with the stick.”
“The thing where you swing the stick?”
“The thing where you hit me,” Hoseok blurts out, “for not paying attention.” Taehyung's mouth falls open, but he doesn't say anything. “Do you want...” He sucks in air and puffs out his cheeks, bouncing on his feet. He can do this. “Do you want to do that more?”
Taehyung presses his lips into a line. “Hit you?”
“Kind of?” Hoseok grins, embarrassed but relieved too. It’s exciting, he decides, more than it’s scary. “Like, if I mess up or if I’m not doing something right, you...”
“Punish you?” says Taehyung, softly this time, and the word goes right to Hoseok’s gut, making his knees bend a little.
“Yeah,” he says, looking down. He licks his lower lip. The air in the closet is dry. He can hear the murmur of Namjoon’s voice on the other side of the door. “Do you want to try it?”
Taehyung’s looking at him with his eyebrows lowered. He reaches up and traces over Hoseok’s lips with his thumb, and Hoseok shudders involuntarily and opens his mouth a little. Then Taehyung curls his fingers under Hoseok’s chin and shuts his jaw, and he smiles. “Yeah, let’s try it.”
Hoseok laughs with relief. “Okay.” He puts his arms around Taehyung. “Cool.”
They kiss, and then Taehyung pulls back and frowns at him. “You can’t mess up on purpose, though. Then it’s no fun.” He tilts his head back, and something about the light on his face changes that makes Hoseok gulp. “If you don’t mess up at all tomorrow, you’ll get a reward.”
“Yes,” says Hoseok. Then he adds, “Sir,” only half joking, and Taehyung grins, so he does too.
The next day, they’re back in the dance studio. Taehyung snatches up the stick right at the beginning of practice, even though they’ve arranged that Jimin will now hand it to him before his cue. They’d learned past the part where he tosses it away the day before, but he still holds onto it whenever there’s a break: he swings it through some fake martial arts moves for Jungkook, and leans on it when the choreographer is showing the other half of the group their parts.
Hoseok, by contrast, is making sure to pay attention. It’s easy when he’s dancing - he can throw himself full-body into the music and his movements, and he doesn’t need to think about anything else. When they’re not moving, though, it’s harder, especially since Taehyung keeps doing things in his peripheral vision that he would rather be watching instead.
He feels tired by the third hour of practice, and that’s when it happens: he’s launched forward by the backup dancers, and when he and Jimin cross paths in front of Jungkook he trips a little and knocks into Jimin’s shoulder. They both keep going, and Jimin seems unfazed by it. But when they break, Hoseok can feel Taehyung’s eyes on him even before he turns and sees him on the other side of the room. He waggles his eyebrows, and then he flips the stick in the air, catches it and tucks it under his arm. Yesterday when he’d tapped Hoseok he’d been gentle. Hoseok wonders what he’ll be like today, and then immediately clamps down the thought, burying his grin in a towel.
Practice ends after another hour. As they file out of the room, Taehyung appears at Hoseok’s elbow. “I hope you didn’t forget,” he murmurs. The back of Hoseok’s neck prickles.
“No.” Between his exhaustion and this, his heart feels like it’s wobbling in his chest.
“No, what?”
Hoseok gulps. He wonders if everyone else can see them standing together like this, then decides that it doesn’t matter. “No, sir.”
Taehyung pats his head and Hoseok gasps a little at the contact. “See you back at home,” he says, before he moves ahead of Hoseok and out of the room.
Hoseok puts one hand on his chest and presses his lips together. He’s not sure what he’s just gotten himself into, but, he thinks, he really wants to find out.
notes:
- sorry this is not kink fic this is like...barely kink negotiation fic? oops /)___(\
- this originally had a killer title that i am going to save for something that actually has porn in it
bts, j-hope/v
pg-13, 1671w
taehyung likes to be in charge. hoseok decides he likes it, too.
--for herocountry ♥
ao3 mirror
The problem was letting Taehyung hold the stick in the first place, because Taehyung has never met a piece of paper that he didn’t absently tear to bits within five minutes of it being put in his hands, and Hoseok knows this. “You’ll give this to Hobi before his line, but you need to hold onto it,” the choreographer had told Taehyung, handing him a length of wooden dowel that would eventually be replaced by a baseball bat. But once they started running through he got caught up in perfecting the backup dancers’ moves during Namjoon’s part, and they always had to go back to the top just before they got to Hoseok’s verse, Taehyung with the stick tucked under one armpit the whole time, seemingly forgotten.
Hoseok forgets too after the first hour. He’s looking at his feet to mark the steps in the middle of the choreographer’s instructions when he feels a light tap on his waist, and he jerks upright, looking over his shoulder. Taehyung’s staring at him, the stick dangling from one hand. “What?” he mouths.
“Pay attention,” Taehyung whispers back. His tone isn’t mean, exactly, but he isn’t joking either. There’s a set to his eyes that Hoseok has never seen before, and it makes the bottom of his stomach curl a little.
Hoseok turns to face forward, at attention, and he swears he can feel Taehyung’s gaze still on the back of his head, but he isn’t about to turn around and check. When they finally get to the part where Taehyung hands him the stick it feels weirdly ominous, like something’s about to happen but he doesn’t know what. Taehyung has to pass it to him each run-through, and Hoseok makes a full swing on cue every time, glancing at Taehyung whenever they stop to loop back an earlier point in the dance, wondering if he’ll see that look again.
At the end of practice, as they all slowly filter out of the room, Hoseok catches Taehyung’s eye from over a dancer’s head. Taehyung stares back, then sticks out his tongue and crosses his eyes. Hoseok laughs, but he feels weird when he looks away. Somehow, that wasn’t what he was looking for.
They have different schedules that evening, which is probably for the best, since Hoseok hasn’t quite finished processing this yet. He doesn’t know what to do with what he’s learned, and he doesn’t know who can help him. “My boyfriend hit me with a stick and I kind of liked it” isn’t a very productive Naver search.
Yoongi knocks his head lightly when he comes out of the recording booth, but it’s an affectionate tap, not a reprimand. “You’re zoning out,” he says. “Everything okay?”
Hoseok smiles to reassure him. “’m fine.” Normally when he’s got something on his mind, talking things out helps. But he doesn’t want to talk to Yoongi about this, or to anyone. This thing with Taehyung is only their business, and should stay that way, not just for their sake but for everyone else’s.
When he’d worried at the beginning, Taehyung sitting on his lap as they quietly negotiated in the KBS dressing room, Taehyung had said it would be easy, and for the most part he’s been right. Most of the time, dating is nowhere near as complicated as Hoseok thought it would be. It can be as simple as holding hands when they’re shooting a Bomb and Jimin and Jungkook are pulling the camera’s focus, or volunteering to go to the corner store together and running all the way there so they can take their time on the walk home, pinkies linked in the sleeves of their hoodies.
Then there are things like this, things that go deeper than just skinship, that Hoseok feels not in his chest and face but somewhere between his stomach and his dick. These don’t have to be complicated either, he knows, but whenever it comes up it’s like trying to keep up with Namjoon in English - he has no idea what the right words are, or how to communicate what he wants to say. Whatever rushed encounters he and Taehyung have had - handjobs in the bathroom with their faces buried across each other’s shoulders, an aborted blowjob in a supply closet once when Taehyung thought he had figured it out - have been mostly silent out of necessity, and they never talked about it much afterward. Hoseok had thought it was because there was nothing to talk about.
But when he and Yoongi and Namjoon get home, Taehyung looks up from where he’s lying on the floor like a cat, all big interested eyes, and it’s nice, but it’s not the look he’s itching to see. And with the way Taehyung’s behaviour changes, Hoseok knows there’s no way he will get to see it again if he doesn’t use his words.
It takes ten minutes for him to ask Taehyung to come with him into the closet room. Taehyung follows without question, and once they’re inside and he closes the door behind him he pulls Hoseok in for a kiss. They’ve gotten better at it since the first time with cameras and waxy lipstick and lights shining in their faces, less teeth and more confidence, and kissing Taehyung has gone from making Hoseok weird and shaky to calming him down.
But when they part and Taehyung blinks at him expectantly, Hoseok loses his nerve. “How was vocal practice today?” he stammers.
Taehyung clears his throat and shifts his weight to his heels, hands clasped behind his back. “Kim Seokjin’s voice cracked, Park Jimin finally memorized the words, Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin had a long note contest and Jeon Jungkook coughed halfway through and lost,” he intones. He tosses his head. “Kim Taehyung performed perfectly, of course.”
Hoseok takes a deep breath. “And... What about dance practice earlier today?” Taehyung tilts his head. “The thing, uh, with the stick.”
“The thing where you swing the stick?”
“The thing where you hit me,” Hoseok blurts out, “for not paying attention.” Taehyung's mouth falls open, but he doesn't say anything. “Do you want...” He sucks in air and puffs out his cheeks, bouncing on his feet. He can do this. “Do you want to do that more?”
Taehyung presses his lips into a line. “Hit you?”
“Kind of?” Hoseok grins, embarrassed but relieved too. It’s exciting, he decides, more than it’s scary. “Like, if I mess up or if I’m not doing something right, you...”
“Punish you?” says Taehyung, softly this time, and the word goes right to Hoseok’s gut, making his knees bend a little.
“Yeah,” he says, looking down. He licks his lower lip. The air in the closet is dry. He can hear the murmur of Namjoon’s voice on the other side of the door. “Do you want to try it?”
Taehyung’s looking at him with his eyebrows lowered. He reaches up and traces over Hoseok’s lips with his thumb, and Hoseok shudders involuntarily and opens his mouth a little. Then Taehyung curls his fingers under Hoseok’s chin and shuts his jaw, and he smiles. “Yeah, let’s try it.”
Hoseok laughs with relief. “Okay.” He puts his arms around Taehyung. “Cool.”
They kiss, and then Taehyung pulls back and frowns at him. “You can’t mess up on purpose, though. Then it’s no fun.” He tilts his head back, and something about the light on his face changes that makes Hoseok gulp. “If you don’t mess up at all tomorrow, you’ll get a reward.”
“Yes,” says Hoseok. Then he adds, “Sir,” only half joking, and Taehyung grins, so he does too.
The next day, they’re back in the dance studio. Taehyung snatches up the stick right at the beginning of practice, even though they’ve arranged that Jimin will now hand it to him before his cue. They’d learned past the part where he tosses it away the day before, but he still holds onto it whenever there’s a break: he swings it through some fake martial arts moves for Jungkook, and leans on it when the choreographer is showing the other half of the group their parts.
Hoseok, by contrast, is making sure to pay attention. It’s easy when he’s dancing - he can throw himself full-body into the music and his movements, and he doesn’t need to think about anything else. When they’re not moving, though, it’s harder, especially since Taehyung keeps doing things in his peripheral vision that he would rather be watching instead.
He feels tired by the third hour of practice, and that’s when it happens: he’s launched forward by the backup dancers, and when he and Jimin cross paths in front of Jungkook he trips a little and knocks into Jimin’s shoulder. They both keep going, and Jimin seems unfazed by it. But when they break, Hoseok can feel Taehyung’s eyes on him even before he turns and sees him on the other side of the room. He waggles his eyebrows, and then he flips the stick in the air, catches it and tucks it under his arm. Yesterday when he’d tapped Hoseok he’d been gentle. Hoseok wonders what he’ll be like today, and then immediately clamps down the thought, burying his grin in a towel.
Practice ends after another hour. As they file out of the room, Taehyung appears at Hoseok’s elbow. “I hope you didn’t forget,” he murmurs. The back of Hoseok’s neck prickles.
“No.” Between his exhaustion and this, his heart feels like it’s wobbling in his chest.
“No, what?”
Hoseok gulps. He wonders if everyone else can see them standing together like this, then decides that it doesn’t matter. “No, sir.”
Taehyung pats his head and Hoseok gasps a little at the contact. “See you back at home,” he says, before he moves ahead of Hoseok and out of the room.
Hoseok puts one hand on his chest and presses his lips together. He’s not sure what he’s just gotten himself into, but, he thinks, he really wants to find out.
notes:
- sorry this is not kink fic this is like...barely kink negotiation fic? oops /)___(\
- this originally had a killer title that i am going to save for something that actually has porn in it