Fully written by: Gonewiththewind03

Ship: Sope

Summary: Yoongi finally confronts his insecurities. Hoseok let's him know his fears.

Orator! Jung Hoseok
Lecturer! Min Yoongi

Song: Yellow - Coldplay

2062 words

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"Yoongi...hyung... Y-Yesterday was a mis-take, it was just the alcohol."
Hoseok sobs, throwing his arms around Yoongi's broad shoulders, not waiting for the other to react.

Yoongi only held the shaking figure of Hoseok and seemed to be in deep thought of the words that would be uttered soon.

"Hoba, I know that. But don't we also know that sober thoughts are drunk confessions?"
Yoongi speaks with utter calmness that scares Hoseok of the outcome. But the older just ran his long fingers through Hobi's messy bed hair.

"I'll start off. I... I know I'm at fault at times. I can't be as vulnerable as you. I'm too hardheaded for that. And this prevents me from reassuring my love for you. It's just my personality that makes it difficult for people to explore my inner depths."
Yoongi exhaled out the words, feeling the weight on his shoulders wean out.

"But I'm here."
Hoseok piped in, removing himself from the forceful embrace to look at Yoongi's sharp eyes.

"Yeah you are. 'm sorry I couldn't be the person that you want. I do love you more than I can ever tell, cuz this comfort I get from you is unexplainable. But I'm not going to bind you. If you think that you can't hold on any more, you can continue. I will never become an hindrance to your happiness a-"

Yoongi continued quietly this time until he was cut off. Hoseok could see the slight shiver in his form as his boyfriend's got stuck in his throat. The harsh gulp and breath in was almost painful to watch.

"HYUNG! Stop it. Stop this. I don't want to let go. I don't need someone better than you. I deserve you. Only you."
Hoseok answered by yelling the words and holding Yoongi hands in his own. It was true. He just didn't want to live without his Yoongi.

"Hobi, don't be so attached to me. Afterall, I'm just a regular Joe trying to figure out this adult shit. I'm no one special. And you need someone to cherish you like the gem you are."
Yoongi's disappointed amusement could be heard, as the air around them wanted with scents unknown.

"Will you fucking stop this? Can you not berate yourself? You are my special person. And no one can replace you. Not in this world. Not in any universe."
Hoseok shouted yet again but this time with anger. Anger over Yoongi for putting himself down. Anger over the past Hoseok for making Yoongi lose his worth.

Hoseok could never hear anyone tell anything against his Yoongi. Even if the other person is Yoongi himself. It wasn't fair cause his lover was the most perfect person in his life. And nothing could change the fact.

"But I can't give you the support and love you need. Then our relationship will be equivalent to the ones in the modern robotic society."
Yoongi repeated yet again, looking down at his own hands which were enclosed in Hoseok's own palms.

"I was frustrated that day. I was upset cuz I didn't get sleep. I was fussy because of the jet lag. I wanted to suprise you, but you weren't awake. I got upset and exploded on you."
Hoseok confessed his previous day's shenanigans with deep regret. He showed away from Yoongi's gaze which held much sorrow.

"I didn't mean it. I know whom I love and I know he's not perfect. He's not vocalising in his thoughts or feelings. He's not one to initiate grand gestures of love."
Hoseok spoke, before stopping to take a breather. As he glanced up from his position, he could see Yoongi tearing up with the small droplets falling down.

"But he sure is the one to steal my heart. He is the one who keeps me healthy and safe. He is the one who puts small stick-it notes as a way to express his excitement. He is the one who makes me a boy with love."
Hoseok continued with much vigour of convincing Yoongi that he was the one for Hoseok. The blond boy, only stared wide eye at his own description through his lover's point of view.

"Hobi, I don't know, if I..."
Yoongi spoke with uncertainty hanging loose on the edge.

"Darling, if weren't meant to be, we wouldn't be having this discussion here under the moonlight."
Hoseok muttered as he hooked his fingers under Yoongi's chin. The action made Yoongi look deep into Hoseok's equally vulnerable ones.

"I will do better. I will try to prove it you of how much I adore your precious self."
Yoongi declared as the undertone of happiness couldn't go unnoticed.

"Our love is imperfect, crude and raw. I love it this way, where it is unfiltered and unpolished. I don't want to change a thing in this relation. I don't want you to prove anything to me."
Hoseok expressed his feelings in a word wrap that entangled Yoongi to fall for him again.

"Th-"
Yoongi protested, but was shushed by Hoseok's dainty finger on his lips.

"Yoonie, we don't have to be like how others see us. We can be whatever we want. So don't be guilty. And if I need more reassurance of the love we share, I'll voice it out, rather than throwing a tantrum like yesterday."
Hoseok enunciated the vowels that comforted Yoongi. That made him believe that this relationship was worth it all.

Their argument dissolved after the tug of hearts became too unbearable. And their lips spoke the truth, spilling each of their admiration and fears. Their breaths mingled in as they got closer to each other. This was afterall, theirs to own. Two months one day and fourteen hours was how they had restricted themselves from being one.

"I love you, Jung Hoseok."
Yoongi whispered as he placed his hands on the other's waist.

"I love you more, Min Yoongi."
Hoseok answered back, smiling at the proximity.

And so their eyes closed, as the gap between their perfect lips closed. Moulded into each other, they kissed feverishly. The taste of their kiss enwrapped in their wild tongues. Barring teeth, burning touches and flushed cheeks. They went all out for this make-up kiss. Yoongi pulled Hoseok into himself as their mouths fit perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle. The younger who had his hands in Yoongi's fading strands of hair, kissed the other with force and passion. But soon the deprivation of oxygen pulled them apart. Their heated makeout left them breathless and swollen.

A dopey smile in sight, Hoseok grabbed Yoongi's cheeks to peck him. This wasn't as eager and hurried as before, as they simply melted in the other's presence. Yoongi chuckled as he moved away to interpret the words that they were still here. Together and happy. And nothing else mattered now.

"Baby, why the eye bags?"
Hoseok screeched suddenly as he kept staring at Yoongi's paled out face.

"Oh don't baby me, what about your figure? It looks like it's still in the hangover phase."
Yoongi scoffed lightly, making the other cover himself further in Yoongi's fuzzy shirt.

"I..."
Hoseok started out, only to stop with an embrassed flush in his high cheeks.

"Oh fuck, don't tell me you didn't drink the soup! Painkillers?"
Yoongi questioned bewildered at the other's small whines. He couldn't imagine how the younger had survived the day with a hangover after drinking up an entire bottle of strong alcohol.

"Hoba! What will I do with you?"
Yoongi groaned, but smiled fondly at the puppy eyes of his boyfriend. Hoseok had buried himself into Yoongi's chest not wanting to confront the fact he still had an uncured hangover.

"You didn't pick my phone! That's why I need you."
Hoseok pouted as he cuddled with his sweater paws.

"C'mon. Let's get you something to eat."
Yoongi muttered, getting up slowly towards the kitchen, only to stumble at the first step.

"Careful babe!"
Hoseok shouted as he instinctively wrapped his arms around the other's thin waist.

"Didn't catch any sleep last night."
Yoongi whispered as he blinked his eyes to clear the haze. Haze partially caused by lack of sleep. Also caused by the life-changing kiss.

"Oh... I'm sorry."
Hoseok spoke with a dejected tone.

"We were both at fault, love."
Yoongi comforted the other with gentle words and touches.

"But now it's all good, right?"
Hoseok asked like a small kid asking their parents for the forbidden candy.

"I was never upset with you, seok-ah. It was only me and my incapability to be sufficient."
Yoongi answered placing his own large hands over Hoseok's which was wrapped around his own waist.

"Don't ever say that. You have hung stars in my life and I can't be more grateful."
Hoseok dreamily spoke before pecking the shorter's nose.

Yoongi, soon with the help of Hoseok heated up the soup and the leftover food of two days back. It was still fresh given their refridgerator's huge capacity. Taking their trays of food, they reached their bed. Though it was wrong to have food on the bed, it was the only place they felt the most safe. And it didn't matter at the moment as they fed each other slowly.

With loving gazes, they joyfully finished up their late night dinner. Yoongi took the glass of water and pills and gave it to the younger boy who only fussed about it.

"Baby, please drink up. It'll help with your headache."
Yoongi requested holding out the painkillers in his palm.

"Nope. I don't even have one."
Hoseok shook his head, with puckered lips.

"Yes you do. You know,you aren't very discrete. You furrow your eyebrows when it hurts. I know my love better than you."
Yoongi muttered with a smirk. He was a little lost with pride and joy of still having Hoseok infront of him.

"Not fair!"
Hoseok pouted with cherry red lips on display. It was so cute that Yoongi wanted to chomp on the other's cheeks.

"Baby, it's mutual. You know my interests better than me sometimes. But it doesn't change the fact you are a bad liar"
Yoongi spoke only moving forward to pinch the squirrel cheeks of his boyfriend.

"Where did that come from?"
Hoseok tilted his head with an adorable curious look.

"You said you don't steal my clothes. And now?"
Yoongi questioned with a relentless gaze that made Hoseok squirm.

"Yoonieee..."
Hoseok whined fumbling with his buried hands.

"It's fine seokie! Don't worry."
Yoongi laughed out heartily.

Soon after the whole situation, they both got up to freshen up and brush their teeth. After getting into their respective comfortable clothes, they got in the warm welcoming bed. And coincidentally both of their night dresses were personal gifts they got for the other.

As they laid on the mattress with blankets on their body, they cuddled closer than ever with no space between.

"Yoonie."
Hoseok's voice pulled Yoongi out of his gaze outside the window. He turned to his left where Hoseok was fondly looking up at Yoongi.

"Hmm... Hobi?"
Yoongi asked with a small smile on display.

"You make it easy for me to live my life happily. I know I had drunkenly told that... everything is falling apart. But it isn't anymore. Not as much as it was when you had gone away today."
Hoseok uttered softly, as he buried his face within Yoongi's outstretched arms.

"Don't make me cry."
Yoongi whispered, as his voice had gotten shaky again.

"I won't. I only wish for you to smile like the sunflowers that bloom in the sunlight."
Hoseok grinned widely, as he snuggled in closer into Yoongi's chest.

Yoongi responded by tightening his hold around the other's torso. With warmth surrounding them and the song of their calm heartbeats in the background, Hoseok wandered off into a dreamland where the couple held hands.

Yoongi, on the other hand, pushed his head down to kiss Hoseok one last time tonight to mark their reconciliation. He closed his eyes, holding a sleeping Hoseok in his arms. This was home, afterall. His home. Their home.

Oof! I'm done and dusted. How is it? Three parts of Sope-lovin'!