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It probably wasn't my classiest moment to end up in this position - literally. I mean, I was about to get fucked in my own bedroom by my childhood best friend. I didn't think this would happen so suddenly, but like— I also did.

I've been in love with Hoseok my entire life, and for some reason, it never bubbled over until now. I always sort of felt it from deep within me, but I had repressed it until it became a distant longing that was stacked on a shelf high in my heart. I didn't think he would feel the same. A lot of people think you meet your soulmate when you're young, and for me, I knew that I desperately wished it would be Hoseok. It filled my brain, and my heart, and my stomach, and all those butterflies never let me have a damn moment to myself. It was how he knew me better than I even knew myself sometimes. It was his smile, and his perfect teeth. It was in his eyes, and how every day he would look at me with them, beaming, and I wished he would look at me like that forever. But... I was a coward, and I never told him.

I mean, we did both lose our virginities to each other.

It wasn't something either of us thought too much about, at least I thought. It was casual, I thought. We were both 20, and we had both assumed that we were gonna be forever alone.

I remember it to this day - even though there was a tiny amount of alcohol involved. I was at his house, and we were sitting in his room, sipping vodka and OJ (the vodka we had stolen from his dad, who likely wouldn't care anyway), and he had just started rambling, which led to what came next.

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"Why do people always answer questions about their favorite things with 'Oh this is my favorite color' or some shit? How come nobody asks why it's their favorite thing?" Hoseok asked, pouting a little as he seemed to really think about this.

Yoongi smiled and shrugged, only lightly buzzed. "No idea. Maybe because we're the only two people on the whole planet who care about that sort of thing. What about you? Why is your favorite color green?"

Hoseok looked over at Yoongi and smiled cutely, his dimples making his face look so youthful. "Because of you! Remember when you dyed your hair that mint green-ish color? Man, you totally rocked it. Nobody has any business looking that good with a hair color that unnatural. Also because it's the color of life, really. Grass, plants, leaves... spring. My favorite season, y'know?" Hoseok said, his eyes shining brightly. He then rose his brow at Yoongi. "And you? Why is your favorite person your favorite person?"

Oh, how Yoongi wished he could tell Hoseok everything. 'You're my favorite person in the world because you're my first love,' he wished he could say. But he didn't.

"Obviously because Daniel Radcliffe is the cutest thing ever?" He laughed, his smile wide, showing his teeth and gums, which he knew had all the boys swooning. Couldn't beat them off.

"Come on, he's a little overrated, don't you think? The whole Harry Potter franchise is, really," Hoseok shook his head, and he hid his disappointment well.

He shouldn't have expected anything different.

He would always be second best to Yoongi, but he was okay with that, because at least he was still second.

After that conversation, we had flopped over each other animatedly, and it was then that we began talking about dying alone. It was actually me that had initiated the first kiss.

And the next morning, I woke up with a pain in my back, and a pain in my heart. That pain never went away, and when I met Jeon Jungkook, the pain subsided.

Or at least, I thought it had.

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But right now, it was overflowing. It had spilled over the edges, and I was painting my whole chest with it.

Jin, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook rushed off to the guest bedroom (which we had now deemed as the "Little Playroom") and Hoseok and I quietly walked into my bedroom, and Hoseok carefully closed and locked it.

I knew what was about to happen, and thank god I was a little prepared.

Or so I thought.

When I felt Hoseok's lips against mine again, this time much more heatedly, I felt myself instantly melt, and for some reason, I felt my cheeks grow wet and warm with tears. I wasn't quite sure why, but it wasn't a bad thing, I could already tell.

My heart was so full of love, I thought it would destroy itself.

Hoseok's lips were soft, and warm, and left me breathless. I struggled to breathe through my nose as my hands cupped his jaw, my fingers trembling. I felt his tongue swipe across my lip, and I opened my mouth, and fuck, I wanted him to ruin me. "Fuck, Hoseok," I breathed against his lips, my hands beginning to roam as I felt his chest, and down to the rivers and valleys of his stomach, his hips, and finally the waistband of his pants, and I felt myself tug on them. "Off, please..."

"Mm, is someone begging?" Hoseok teased, pressing kisses to my jaw and throat as I caught my breath — or rather, tried to — and my breath hitched.

My cock twitched and I bit my lip. "No.. I'm not a beggar, asshole.." I mumbled, though if he asked me to beg, I'd get on my hands and fucking knees.

Hoseok pushed me back to the bed, and within moments, both of our shirts were strewn randomly, and my fingers went to work on his belt and his buttons and shit, but fuck I was impatient. He slid my pants off, his fingers grazing my thighs, and I know the fucker did that on purpose. Soon, I was just left in my underwear, and I finally got his pants off, throwing those fuckers away because they were keeping me from his- holy fuck—

That was NOT going to fit.

Good thing we keep lube in here at all times... I reached over and found the new bottle we had just bought, and handed it to Hoseok. He chuckled and set it aside, leaning over and his lips found mine, and I was once again a puddle of love.

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"Whatcha think they're doin?" Taehyung asked, sitting against the door to try to hear.

Jimin shrugged and nuzzled into Jungkook's shoulder, watching his boyfriend color a pretty bunny picture. "Maybe pwaying?"

The sounds that Taehyung began to hear confirmed that they were indeed playing, and he probably should color with everyone else instead of hearing that icky stuff.

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"Hobi- I-I, fuck.." I moaned into his neck, my entire body trembling.

I was right that he couldn't fit... it took four different tries, even with all the fucking lube and prep we had done. He was finally completely inside me, and I was shaking.

I was in love, with Hoseok, and Hoseok was in love with me.

And I was staring into his eyes right now, and I saw the love. The love was there, and it always has been.

I kissed him hard, and passionately as I waited for my body to adjust. "I love you so much.. I love you so much, Hoseok.." I whimpered against his lips, my nails digging into his back.

He just smiled and kissed me over and over, being so gentle and sweet. "I love you so much Min Yoongi... I love you."

I smiled against his lips, and when he started moving, I couldn't help the sounds that came out of my mouth.

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"Minnie, mith Daddy..." Kook said, and Jimin pouted softly. Daddy was taking such a long time, and why? They wanted to play, hmph.

They suddenly heard the door open, and they all held their breath as they looked at who entered the bedroom.

It was Hoseok. He smiled brightly, and his hair was a mess and he smelled faintly of mint flavored.. something or other, and sweat. "Yoong is asleep, guys. Do you wanna stay over tonight? We can watch a movie until he wakes up?"

"Yeah!" The littles all said in unison, and Hoseok smiled warmly. He could definitely get used to this.

Thinking back to his new boyfriend in the bedroom, passed out and smiling as he snuggled into the blankets, he affirmed his previous thought.

Yeah, he thought. I can get used to this.