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Anywhere You Are, My Love

Ever since Hoseok left for his master’s degree in Boston, Seokjin has been lonely and unsure of what to do with himself. He doesn’t get late night booty calls (which he loves) anymore, no Hoseok stopping by his office to drop off homemade lunches, no lazy cuddles in bed on the weekends. His boyfriend doesn’t even have time to send him nudes anymore. It’s disheartening how every single day his life was filled with Hoseok and now he's lucky if his boyfriend calls him once a week. He knows Hoseok is busy and working hard but he just wishes his boyfriend would makes some time for him as well.

Seokjin can’t even count how many times he has laid in bed since Hoseok left, sleepless and anxiety-ridden, wondering what his boyfriend is doing on the other side of the world, hours behind him. He can’t seem to concentrate on anything else, the students at school even have to pull him out of his thoughts sometimes. He will be in the middle of a lesson and he just floats off into space, completely immersed in the thought of Hoseok instead of the work at hand. It’s getting frustrating. He wonders if Hoseok has the same problem. Does he get carried away during lectures? Does he get so deep into thinking about Seokjin that he doesn’t even know what the professor is saying? Does he miss Seokjin as much as Seokjin misses him?

But more than anything, he wonders if Hoseok has taken refuge in the arms of another man, if perhaps the loneliness has become too much for him or if he has forgotten about Seokjin. It’s so strange how drastically everything has changed, how differently they live now. Seokjin has never felt longing for another person like he does for Hoseok, and he still doesn’t. He can’t imagine himself with another man. And so he’s caught here, between worry and desire and with no clue of what to do about it.

Until one chilly night when Hoseok finally calls him. He has just been marking some work for his class, sighing in frustration at how many of his students seem to have forgotten the definitions of such simple words, when his phone rings. He picks up almost immediately, even though he hasn’t looked at the caller ID. He’s just hoping it is his boyfriend, and it is.

“Hello?” He says.

“Jinnie…hi, baby. I’m so sorry I forgot to call, I’ve been really busy with my work.” Hoseok’s voice comes, apologetic, through the other end.

“Hey, baby. It’s okay, I understand. I was in university too at one point, you know.” He murmurs.

“I miss you so much…I wish I could come see you so bad.” Hoseok whines.

“I know, sweetheart. I miss you too. I can’t tell you how hard it’s been without you these last couple of months.” He sighs sadly.

“Well…baby, what if you fly over here?” Hoseok asks. And Seokjin can tell he’s holding his breath and hoping.

He sighs, running a hand over his face. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Seokie, I can’t abandon my work and you need to stay focused on school. I’ll just distract you if I come there.”

“No, no! Baby, you’re not a distraction! You could just come for, like, a week! That’s not too long, right?” Hoseok speaks quickly, seemingly desperate to see Seokjin.

“Well...you’re right, I guess one week isn’t that bad. And I really do need to see you, it’ll be like a recharge for us both, yeah?” Seokjin smiles as he speaks, thinking of the moment he would get to see Hoseok.

“Yes, babe, exactly!” Hoseok says, his tone brightening up.

“Alright, baby. I’ll work everything out and then I’ll call you when it’s all planned.” He grins, picking up a photo of Hoseok he has on his desk and staring at it while his boyfriend talks excitedly on the other end, already making plans for when Seokjin is there.

--

When Seokjin arrives at Boston Logan airport, it’s not too crowded. He rolls his suitcase behind him, heading out to hail himself a taxi. He gives the driver the address of Hoseok’s apartment and watches out the window as he’s taken through the streets, passing by stores and restaurants, much of the architecture old and charming. New England is beautiful in the fall. The deep, rich colours and the smell of oak and cedar gives the whole world around Seokjin a cozy feeling. The city looks wonderful and he feels excited to explore with Hoseok.

In front of the apartment building now, in West End, he pays and tips the taxi driver before getting out and heading inside. He’s buzzed in before he takes the elevator up and he hears his heart pumping in his ears as he walks down the hall to his boyfriend’s apartment. He stops in front of number forty-three and takes a deep breath before knocking. And then Hoseok is there, leaning against the door with a cheeky smile and dressed in a shiny silk robe with red flowers all over it, tied tightly at the front. He takes Seokjin’s hand and pulls him in, kissing him as Hoseok closes the door behind them.

They don’t speak at all, just kiss continuously as Hoseok leads Seokjin to the bedroom while undressing him. Seokjin’s clothes litter the hallway, and then his boyfriend is pushing him, nude now, back and he is resting on a soft, plush bed as Hoseok unties the belt of his own robe. His boyfriend is completely naked underneath the silky material and Seokjin bites his lip as he looks on.

“You’re so beautiful, Seokie. God, I missed that pretty face and that body, baby. Come here.” He murmurs, holding out his arms for Hoseok to slide into, which his boyfriend does.

They continue their kissing as Seokjin slides his hands down Hoseok’s back, stopping at his ass and squeezing the supple, smooth flesh, making Hoseok smile against his lips.

“I love you.” Hoseok murmurs between kisses along Seokjin’s neck.

“I love you more. I missed you.” Seokjin says, running his fingers through Hoseok’s dark hair.

“I missed you, too, Jinnie. So much. I’m already dreading the day you have to go back.” Hoseok sighs, trailing his lips down Seokjin’s chest and stomach.

“Let’s pretend that’s not going to happen.” Seokjin mumbles, sitting up slightly, watching as Hoseok takes him deep in his mouth.

He lies back and closes his eyes, mouth falling ajar and the smoke in his mind clearing. All he can feel is the wet heat of Hoseok’s mouth engulfing him and the rush of relief overtaking his body now that he is finally here with his boyfriend.

Seokjin moans at the feeling of Hoseok’s tongue gliding up and down his cock, which is growing ever more sensitive and harder with each passing moment. He brushes his hand through his own hair, which is starting to soak up the sweat from his scalp.

Hoseok sucks in as he’s pulling off of him, then looks at him with puppy dog eyes. “Let me ride you?”

“Is that what you want, honey?” Seokjin murmurs as Hoseok moves to sit on top of him.

“Yes. I’ve been wanting that for months, Jinnie.” Hoseok nods and wraps his long fingers around Seokjin’s cock.

He nods and Hoseok grins, his tongue stuck out between his teeth. His boyfriend then gets off the bed and he just lays there until Hoseok returns with some lube and squeezes it into his hand. Seokjin moans as his boyfriend strokes him, smoothing the cold gel onto his cock and giggling excitedly.

“You don’t want me to prep you first, baby? You must be really tight, just let me stretch you a little.” He insists worriedly.

Hoseok shakes his head and leans over to give Seokjin a kiss. “I wanna feel you.” He smirks. “Hold my hips, baby.”

“Okay, okay…hold on.” Seokjin laughs quietly at Hoseok’s eagerness as he shuffles up the bed with his boyfriend still on top of him, his hands on Hoseok’s hips. “Go ahead.”

“Okay, baby.” Hoseok bites his lip as he guides Seokjin’s cock inside of himself and then whines once he has impaled himself completely.

“Fuck, Hobi…so tight, so tight…” Seokjin mumbles, his nails digging into Hoseok’s skin.

Hoseok hisses and rests his hands on Seokjin’s chest as he adjusts himself. Seokjin moans softly, trying to keep it down as he knows his boyfriend has neighbours and the walls do not seem very thick. He closes his eyes and breathes gently through his mouth as Hoseok begins to move on top of him, the younger man starting at a faster pace than Seokjin would if he was in control.

“B-baby, baby, slow down.” He says, looking up at his boyfriend.

“Baby, come on. I can handle this.” Hoseok pouts as he bounces up and down, and takes both of his own nipples between his fingers, rolling them while Seokjin watches, licking his lips.

“Okay, Seokie. Don’t hurt yourself, sweetheart.” Seokjin nods and slides his hands down to his boyfriend’s thighs, which are plumper than he remembers them being – and he likes it. This does not go unnoticed by Hoseok.

“You like my thighs, Jinnie? I’ve been eating nasty, greasy American food since you told me you were coming to visit, so I’d be ready for you.” Hoseok says, his voice lilting with his movements. The younger man puts his hands over Seokjin’s and presses down, forcing Seokjin’s fingers to dip into his skin.

“Hobi, that’s not h—” He tries to speak but is shut up by Hoseok clenching around him.

“Why can’t you just let loose a bit? You’re always so wound up! Let me call you daddy already for fuck’s sake! And call me names!” Hoseok whines, sounding fed up and stopping his movements. “You came here to have fun with me, so let’s have fun!”

Seokjin laughs and looks thoughtfully at his boyfriend. “Alright, fine. But only while I’m here. You’re not allowed to call me daddy once I’m back in Korea, is that clear?”

Hoseok gasps excitedly. “Yes! Yes, fuck, yes!” He shouts as he starts bouncing again. “Fuck me, daddy!”

“You want me to fuck you now, huh? Such a…greedy little slut.” He says, blushing as the name leaves his mouth.

“Yes, daddy, I am…” Hoseok nods and bites his lip, looking at Seokjin with furrowed brows. “Please, daddy, fuck me with your big cock!”

Seokjin feels his cock twitch inside of Hoseok. He has never really been into this type of stuff but he cannot deny it rouses him up. He slides his hands back up to Hoseok’s hips and holds tightly to them, then begins to thrust his hips up, fucking into that pleasant heat.

“Oh, my baby feels so good inside. You keep that little hole so tight and hot just for daddy, don’t you?” He murmurs, and Hoseok nods eagerly.

“Just for daddy!” His boyfriend whines, pouting and clenching his hands into fists on top of Seokjin’s chest, his body shaking as Seokjin continues to pound into him.

“That’s my boy. That’s my good boy, aren’t you?” Seokjin coos. “I need you to be a really good boy now and fuck yourself while daddy touches you, okay?”

Hoseok nods and starts bouncing up and down again while Seokjin takes his boyfriend’s cock in his hand, stroking Hoseok in rhythm with his movements. The sounds of his boyfriend’s lewd cries and moans are so heady and sexy in his ears, and all he wants in this moment is to come inside this beautiful man on top of him, to fill Hoseok with the hottest come ever. He has never given in to his desires like this, never let himself lose control even while having sex so this is different and new to him, but it feels so fucking good.

“I’m just a stupid sex toy for you, daddy…” He hears Hoseok moan.

“That’s right, Seokie. You’re my little fucktoy, I’m gonna fill you up just like you want, you cumslut.” Seokjin chuckles and then bites his lip to stifle a moan.

“Yeah, I’m your dirty cumslut. Want all of your come, daddy, I want it in me and I want it on my face, too! Please make me come, too.” Hoseok begs.

Seokjin shakes his head and stops stroking his boyfriend, putting his thumb over the slit of Hoseok’s cock. “Do you deserve to come, sweetheart? What did you do today that makes you think daddy should let you come?”

Hoseok whimpers and licks his lips. “I-I…I…um…I…” He pouts instead of finishing his sentence.

“Hmmm…I’ll tell you what,” Seokjin smirks, “how about you make daddy come first, and if you do a really good job, I’ll let you come, too?”

Hoseok nods obediently. “Yes, daddy.”

“Good boy…now, I want you to make me come really hard, okay?” He says.

Hoseok smiles and clenches hard around Seokjin’s cock, then unclenches before clenching again. The younger man repeats this several times, and Seokjin closes his eyes, allowing his boyfriend to do all the work for the moment. Soon, he comes and moans loudly while he is shooting it into Hoseok, who gasps and starts crying. He removes his thumb from Hoseok’s cock and starts jerking him off, the precum helping to smooth his hand over the sensitive shaft.

A moment later, Hoseok comes and Seokjin aims it at his own stomach, letting his boyfriend come on him. He knows Hoseok enjoys that.

“Daddy!” Hoseok squeals when Seokjin pulls out of him.

Seokjin pulls him down for a kiss, gently cupping Hoseok’s jaw. He feels his boyfriend spit into his mouth and blushes hard, though he swallows anyway. Hoseok then lays down on him, breathing raggedly.

--

After their sex and a quick shower together in Hoseok’s incredibly small bathroom, Hoseok insists that they go out for dinner.

“Let me show you Back Bay. You’ll love it, I know this great little place with live music and delicious food.” Hoseok says as he’s dressing himself.

Seokjin is looking out the window, back turned to his boyfriend. He can see the Charles River from here, like a blue sapphire in the near distance. He makes a mental note of going by there for a walk at some point during his time here.

“Babe? Back Bay, yeah?” Hoseok repeats, coming up behind Seokjin and wrapping his arms around that slim waist.

“Huh? Oh, sure, baby. That would be nice.” Seokjin murmurs, turning around to kiss his boyfriend. “You’ve grown, baby. You’re taller.”

“I’ll show you something else that’s taller, too.” Hoseok smirks and winks at him.

“Sweetheart…” He laughs and kisses Hoseok’s forehead.

“We’re letting loose for a week! Everyone here is super liberal.”

“Oh, I know, honey. You probably fit right in.” He says.

“I do.” Hoseok nods as he takes Seokjin’s hand, grabbing the keys on their way out.

--

It is a nice day outside and Hoseok suggests they walk but Seokjin’s legs are wobbly from the plane ride over and he is tired, so they a get taxi over to the restaurant Hoseok had mentioned. Inside Back Bay Social, it is loud from the music and there are only a few customers around. The two men are seated and they are looking over the menu as they enjoy the music.

Hoseok orders a bacon cheeseburger and Seokjin is appalled at the lack of healthy options. It is vastly different than any restaurant in South Korea. In the end, he just settles for the Mediterranean bowl. They eat happily and Seokjin watches as the juice from the beef burger drips down Hoseok’s chin. He reaches across the table to wipe it off.

“Thanks, baby.” Hoseok smiles and picks up a sweet potato fry from his plate, holding it up to Seokjin’s lips.

Seokjin eats it and chuckles. He would never act like this with Hoseok in public if they were back home. It is freeing, the way no one gives them weird or dirty looks. He could get used to this environment and he wishes he had the chance to.

--

They hold hands later, walking along the Charles River Esplanade. It is golden hour in the city now and the sun glistens on the water and Seokjin stops Hoseok several times along the path to kiss him just because they can do that here. Several irritated bikers ring their bells at them but Seokjin is so in love that he does not care. They take several pictures together and of each other, the river behind them, capturing the memories of their time together. Seokjin knows these images will be so precious to him once he’s back home.

“This city’s really beautiful.” He murmurs, and Hoseok nods in agreement.

“Tomorrow I’m taking you to the Museum of Science, baby. You’ll love that too, because you’re a man of science, right?” Hoseok grins.

He laughs, nodding. “That I am.”

--

Once they get back to Hoseok’s apartment, Seokjin is tired and flops on to the couch. His boyfriend smiles at him, walking into the kitchen. He hears the flick of the kettle being turned on, Hoseok is making them tea. As the kettle boils up, Hoseok comes back over to the couch and straddles Seokjin, kissing him, arms wrapped around his neck.

“Babe—“ Seokjin mumbles, “babe, stop—” but Hoseok completely ignores him and is already grinding on him.

“Hoseok! Enough!” He shouts. He would not have done that, but his boyfriend seemed too distracted to hear.

Hoseok pulls away, wiping his mouth off with his hand. “Sorry.” He mumbles as he gets off of Seokjin.

“I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to be so loud. I love you, I’m just really tired.” Seokjin tries to smile, reaching for Hoseok’s hand but Hoseok pulls away. “Did I upset you?”

Hoseok nods and sniffles, blinking rapidly like he is about to cry. Seokjin gets up from the couch and tries to wrap the younger man in a comforting hug but Hoseok is not having it. He quickly goes back to the kitchen.

Seokjin follows his boyfriend into the kitchen, trapping him at the counter with hands on either side of him as Hoseok pours tea. But his boyfriend ignores him and instead reaches up to the cupboard, his shirt riding up and giving Seokjin a peek of skin.

“Baby, talk to me.” He murmurs, pressing his lips to Hoseok’s neck.

“You yelled at me.” Hoseok scoffs.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m just exhausted, you know? I was on the plane for almost seventeen hours, you have to understand how tiring that is.” He says, rubbing Hoseok’s arms.

“I do understand! I made that flight too, you know. But I wasn’t even doing anything to you, just some kisses.” Hoseok pouts, turning to him.

“You were grinding on me, Hobi. I know what you were getting at.” Seokjin chuckles and kisses Hoseok’s head.

“Well…it’s been months. I missed you a lot, we’ve never gone this long without seeing each other! Not even when we were broken up! So, sorry if I’m a little horny around you, I’ve been fucking into my own hand for a long time now.” Hoseok takes Seokjin’s hands, looking down at them, and sighs.

“That’s okay, honey. I get it, I’ve missed you too and I would gladly stay here and have multiple orgasms with you. But you know I’m a lot older than you are and when I get tired like this…well, it’s a little hard to, you know, perform.” He blushes, feeling a little embarrassed admitting this information to his boyfriend.

But Hoseok is understanding, The younger man just smiles at Seokjin and gives him a kiss before passing him one of the mugs of tea. They sit cuddled up in Hoseok’s tiny living room, curtains drawn now that it is nighttime, and watch some of the cheesy Lifetime movies on TV.

--

The following afternoon, they are sitting at the Riverview Café inside the Museum of Science and Hoseok is having a plate of fries smothered in ketchup as Seokjin drinks a cup of black coffee. They had viewed most of the museum, though it is extremely large and Seokjin got tired before they could reach the very top of it. But they held hands as they walked around each exhibit and just that simple gesture made him so very happy.

“Wanna go on a Duck Tour?” Hoseok asks.

“A what?” Seokjin looks up from his coffee, confused.

“A Duck Tour! Basically, you get taken all around Boston in this big bus but then it turns into a boat and goes into the Charles River! Baby, you’ll love it. Please?” Hoseok pouts.

Actually, the thought of going on a boat right now doesn’t sound that appealing to Seokjin, but Hoseok just looks so excited that he can’t even say no.

“Alright, baby. Sure.” Seokjin nods and gulps down the remainder of his coffee while Hoseok squeals in excitement, stuffing his face with fries.

--

They leave the museum afterward and Seokjin buys them tickets for the Duck Tour and they wait next to a large T-Rex statue to board. When the bus comes, they get front-row seats and the tour begins. The bus takes down West End and through Beacon Hill. Seokjin smiles as they’re taken along the Boston Common and the Public Garden with the beautiful statues and the big gate. Then they go down Back Bay and past a big church and the Boston Public Library  and Prudential Tower. The tour guide talks at each point that they pass, explaining the history of it all. When the vehicle eventually splashes into the Charles River, Hoseok clings to Seokjin’s hand tightly and Seokjin squeezes his boyfriends hand, comforting him.

--

They decide to walk back home as the Museum isn’t very far from Hoseok’s place. Outside of the apartment building is a pizza food truck and Seokjin buys a pepperoni pizza for himself and Hoseok. They eat while watching an American reality show called 90 Day Fiancé. Hoseok laughs so hard he chokes on his slice of pizza and Seokjin quickly slaps his back to help.

“Careful, sweetheart!” He scolds.

“Sorry,” Hoseok mumbles, taking a sip of water, “but these people are just so funny, aren’t they? Especially the American ones. I mean, I’m sure the drama is made up but it’s good drama!”

Seokjin shrugs. “I guess so. I’m not a fan of drama, though.”

“Says the guy who’s dating his former student.” Hoseok teases, poking Seokjin in the side.

“Is that dramatic?” Seokjin asks.

“It could be the basis of a reality show like this one.” He says, pointing at the TV.

Seokjin chuckles, scrunching up his nose. “I still don’t enjoy drama.”

“You don’t like me? I’m dramatic.” Hoseok pouts.

“Oh, baby, I love you. You’re the only drama I can stand.” Seokjin smiles and pulls Hoseok into a greasy kiss.

“Mmm, that pizza was good, wasn’t it?” Hoseok asks once they’ve pulled apart.

“Was it? I don’t know, I’m not a fan of the American food, to be honest with you.” Seokjin says.

“Well, maybe you’ll be a fan of the American nightlife, Jinnie. Let’s go clubbing tonight, I’ll show you a good time.” Hoseok insists, wrapping his arms around Seokjin’s bicep.

Seokjin shakes his head. “No…I’m not really interested in that.”

“But daddy…” Hoseok pouts adorably.

“Hoseok….”

“You said I could call you daddy while you’re here! I’m not letting you change your mind.” Hoseok whines.

Seokjin sighs in defeat. “Fine, babe. We can go clubbing tonight if that’s what you want.”

“Thank you…daddy.” Hoseok smirks and bites at the lobe of Seokjin’s ear, making him gasp.

“No ear biting!” Seokjin scolds, glaring at his boyfriend.

“Sowwy daddy.” Hoseok furrows his brows, making puppy dog eyes at Seokjin.

“You’re killing me, honey.” Seokjin laughs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

--

In bed later, they decide unanimously that they’re too tired from walking all day to go to the club. So they fuck instead. Hoseok rides Seokjin again, moaning and crying on top of him, while Seokjin squeezes his boyfriend’s thighs. It makes him so hard to think that Hoseok has been eating so much just to impress him, to seduce him. And it works. He is completely enamored with his boyfriend,

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He murmurs.

“Thank you, daddy.” Hoseok says, pouting again and taking his own cock into his hand.

“No, sweetheart, let me do that for you.” Seokjin insists, batting his boyfriend’s hand away. He licks his hand and wraps it around Hoseok’s cock, gliding it up and down the shaft.

Hoseok exhales a breath, digging his nails into Seokjin’s sides as he holds onto the older man for balance. Meanwhile, Seokjin has moved his hand up to the head of Hoseok’s cock and is now circling it with a finger before he starts pressing down on the slit, running his thumb along it.

“Such a sexy boy…so perfect, goddamn. You make daddy so hard for you, huh?”

Hoseok nods, face pink and sweat running down his chest. Seokjin watches as a bead of sweat runs down between Hoseok’s pecs and he starts jerking his boyfriend off even harder, holding onto Hoseok’s hip and forcing him to stop riding while Seokjin fucks mercilessly into him. He hears his boyfriend gasping and crying and then feels the spurt of hot come on his chest. It’s not long before he follows, coming right inside Hoseok.

“Shit, baby…” Seokjin moans as Hoseok pulls himself off, lying down next to him. “Next time, I want to come on those pretty, tiny tits of yours, okay?”

Hoseok blushes, eyes widening, but he nods. “Yes, daddy.”

“That’s my boy.” Seokjin murmurs, pulling his boyfriend into his arms, both of their torsos covered in come now.

--

Seokjin is walking through the mall the next day, hand in hand with Hoseok as they pass shop after shop. It’s a chilly day outside and they’re both in denim jackets like a couple. Seokjin revels in the freedom of being able to walk around like this with his boyfriend and save for a few older folks, no pays any mind to them. They stop at Footlocker and Hoseok finds a nice pair of white Nikes which he examines. Seokjin rubs his boyfriend’s back as he stands behind Hoseok, looking over his shoulder.

“You want those, baby?” Seokjin asks.

“No, they’re a bit much…” Hoseok shakes his head and puts them back but Seokjin grabs one and hails the clerk.

“Excuse me, eight and a half?” He says in English, holding up the shoe. The clerk seems to understand because she nods and takes the shoe, looking through the boxes there until she find the one Seokjin asked for and hands it to him. He bows gratefully, thanking her.

“Babe, really, I don’t need them!” Hoseok hisses, furrowing his brows.

“But you want them. And I want you to have them.” Seokjin smiles.

Once they check out, they head to the food court and get some dynamite rolls.

“Thanks for the sneakers, Jinnie.” Hoseok grins, taking a sip of his Pepsi.

“You deserve them, baby.” Seokjin says.

“You’re too sweet,” Hoseok pouts. “By the way, you know gay marriage is legal here in Massachusetts?”

Seokjin chuckles and looks up from his food. “Are you proposing?”

“That depends on what you’d say.” Hoseok says.

Seokjin shrugs and thinks for a moment before speaking. “I’d say…it’s pointless because we won’t be recognized as a married couple back in Seoul.”

“Well, aren’t you just the most romantic guy…” Hoseok rolls his eyes and focusses back on his food.

“Babe, I’m just being realistic.” He says.

“I don’t care if we’re not recognized, I want to marry you because I love you and I want to be able to call you my husband.” Hoseok says, reaching for Seokjin’s hand.

Seokjin holds Hoseok’s hand and smiles. “I love you, too. You can call me your husband if you want, we don’t have to be married for that.”

“Okay, Jinnie.” Hoseok smiles back and rubs his thumb over Seokjin’s hand.

--

They walk around the city for a bit and stop at a 7-11 so that Hoseok can get some of his favourite American candy. Then they head to the Boston Common, sitting on a bench as the sun begins to set. Hoseok opens a Milky Way bar and munches on it.

“Don’t you think you should maybe calm down with all the junk food, baby?” Seokjin asks gently.

“No.” Hoseok shakes his head, taking another bite out of the chocolate bar.

“Maybe we could go for a run here tomorrow morning.” He suggests.

Hoseok shrugs. “I don’t really like exercise.”

“No kidding.” Seokjin mumbles under his breath, but Hoseok hears it and gives him a dirty look.

“You said you like my thick thighs.”

“Doesn’t mean I want you to become thick everywhere else.”

“What about my ‘tits’?” He says, pocketing his chocolate bar wrapper and squeezing his chest, pushing the small amount of fat together and pretending to have breasts.

Seokjin laughs and kisses his head. “I can’t lie, I do like those.”

“Then shut up about my eating and exercise habits.” Hoseok says.

“Okay, sweetheart. I’m sorry, I’m just worried about your health.” Seokjin shrugs.

“Don’t worry, when I come home next year, it’ll melt off.” Hoseok hums, pulling a bag of cola-flavoured gummies from the bag of snacks and opening it.

“You’re going to get a stomachache, love.” Seokjin warms, glancing at the snack in his boyfriend’s hands.

Hoseok holds the bag out to Seokjin. “Have some.” He smiles.

Seokjin shakes his head. “That’s okay, baby. I’m not too fond of candy.”

“Suit yourself, Jinnie.” Hoseok laughs as he puts another gummy into his mouth.

--

When the sun has disappeared and Seokjin and Hoseok are back at the apartment that night, Seokjin tells his boyfriend he’s going to go to bed early since he’s tired.

He’s just getting himself settled into bed so he can drift off when his boyfriend comes into the room, wearing Seokjin’s oversized hoodie and the Nike sneakers they had purchased earlier. Hoseok turns the bedroom light on and gets into bed, straddling Seokjin. The latter turns to face him with a smile.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He says.

“Hi daddy.” Hoseok says, that signature pout on his face. He lifts up the hoodie to reveal that he’s completely naked underneath, earning him a smirk from Seokjin.

“You’re a naughty boy, baby.” Seokjin murmurs, reaching up to squeeze Hoseok’s nipples.

Hoseok moans. “Will you come on my titties, daddy? Please?” He begs.

Seokjin nods and sits up. He guides Hoseok so that their positions are switched and Seokjin is straddling hi boyfriend, and pushes the hoodie up to Hoseok’s chin. Then he pulls his boxers down and breathes shallowly for a few moments. Just the thought of coming on Hoseok’s chest is enough to get him almost fully hard. He begins stroking himself slowly, precum beading up at his slit as Hoseok watches.

“Aw, yes…” Hoseok whispers. “Come on me, come on me, come on me…”

“Patience, my love.” Seokjin murmurs as some of the precum dribbles onto Hoseok’s torso. Seokjin squeezes it out and then begins to pump himself, his hand moving rapidly up and down his cock. Hoseok squirms, breathing hard as he anticipates Seokjin’s orgasm.

And when it happens, Hoseok is so turned on that he pushes Seokjin off of him immediately after the older man has smeared his hot semen on Hoseok’s chest. Hoseok reaches down between his legs and takes his cock in hand, working quickly and jerking himself off as Seokjin watches. The younger man comes hard, spilling all over himself, his come mixing with Seokjin’s on his chest.

Seokjin gets back on top of his boyfriend and bends over him, licking up the mess on his torso and moaning filthily as he does so. Hoseok pants, out of breath, rubbing Seokjin’s shoulder until the latter has licked him clean.

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Chapter 2

The next evening, Seokjin suggests they go grocery shopping for some ‘healthier’ food and that they should start cooking food for themselves. Hoseok reluctantly agrees and they get a taxi to Trader Joe’s. Hoseok immediately heads for the snack aisle once they are there, while Seokjin goes to look for some meat. The store is quite small but it has everything they need, and Seokjin manages to pick out a nice selection of produce and some chicken breasts along with some cheeses and milk and pasta. Meanwhile, Hoseok has stocked up on cookie butter and iced animal crackers.

“Baby…” Seokjin murmurs to his boyfriend when they’re about to check out. “Don’t you want something more substantial? Some wholegrain cereal, maybe? Some almond milk? Apples?”

Hoseok shakes his head. “Nope.”

Seokjin shrugs, he doesn’t want to dictate Hoseok’s diet so they just check out and he pays. They get another taxi back to Hoseok’s apartment and Seokjin fills up the empty cupboards and fridge. Hoseok opens the box of iced animal crackers and starts eating them happily.

“We’re eating at home tonight and tomorrow, baby.” Seokjin says, rolling up his sleeves as he prepares to make them dinner.

“Nooo! Baby, I wanted to take you to the Union Oyster House tomorrow! It’s the oldest restaurant in Boston!” Hoseok whines and puts his animal crackers away.

“Some other time, sweetheart, I’m starting to feel sick from all the trash food we’re eating. You need to be healthier.” Seokjin says.

“And you need to stop acting like my father.” Hoseok rebukes.

“You wanted to call me daddy, you’re going to get a daddy.” Seokjin shrugs, letting the spaghetti boil as he chops an onion.

Hoseok exhales dramatically, wrapping his arms around Seokjin’s waist from behind. He’s able to reach Seokjin’s head without having to get on tiptoes now, and he places gentle, wispy kisses on Seokjin’s neck. “What am I going to do when you’re back home?”

“You’ll change, baby. I told you I’d be a distraction to you and look, I am. You haven’t been grocery shopping or doing your schoolwork or taking care of yourself because I’m here.” Seokjin says.

“You’re not distracting me. I’m doing—or I’m not doing those things on purpose because I want to spend as much time with you as possible.” Hoseok says. “You’re leaving in like, three days, babe. Who cares if we have this one odd week where we don’t eat the best or have a messy sleep schedule or whatever? It’s not going to affect us in the long run.”

“You’d think that, baby, but you’re in your twenties. You think you have all the time in the world but let me tell you, when you get to be my age, you’ll realize how important not just every week is, but how important every single day is.” Seokjin says.

“Here we go again with your old age talk.” Hoseok rolls his eyes. “Time isn’t even real, Jinnie. It’s a made up concept.”

“If you think that, then why…why are you even doing all this? Leaving me in Korea, coming to America to study—what are you even studying? I thought you said you didn’t ever want to be apart from me again but you left, as far away from me as possible!” Seokjin scoffs bitterly.

Hoseok’s eyes widen. Seokjin doesn’t usually blow up like this but it seems these thoughts have been on his mind for a while. Hoseok rubs his back, looking sadly at him. “You really miss me, don’t you?”

Seokjin is silent. He doesn’t want to speak. Doesn’t want to admit how lonely he’s been. And he really doesn’t want to make it seem like he wants Hoseok to fly back home with him, even thought that is exactly what he wants. He can’t let his boyfriend feel so awful that he abandons his studies just to go back to South Korea and be nothing more than Seokjin’s boyfriend.

“You want me to come back, isn’t that true?” Hoseok murmurs, as if reading his mind. “Can I tell you something?”

“What?” Seokjin asks, his eyes watering. He’ll pretend it’s because he’s chopping onions.

“I don’t want any of this. School, Boston, this apartment. I don’t want any of it. Seokjin, baby, all I want is you…I wanna be like, your…your housewife. Maybe you think that’s a degrading role to have but to me…it would be the biggest honour of my life, being able to look after the person I love most in this whole world.” Hoseok says, hiding his face in Seokjin’s back the whole time he’s speaking.

Seokjin takes a deep breath before turning around and hugging Hoseok, rubbing his back. “I want that too, Seokie. I want that too.” He quietly admits.

They just stand there for a while, holding each other and weeping though neither of them acknowledges it. Seokjin murmurs comforting words to Hoseok, telling his boyfriend how much he loves him and how amazing he is. Once Seokjin pulls away, he tells Hoseok to go rest while he continues making dinner.

They eat the spaghetti that Seokjin makes quietly together once it is prepared. Hoseok is sniffling as he eats, looking up at Seokjin with happy tears every once in a while. Seokjin looks back at his boyfriend with a smile on his face and red-rimmed eyes.

“You don’t think I’m stupid for this, do you?” Hoseok asks later, once they’ve eaten and prepared for bed.

They lie awake together, Hoseok in Seokjin’s arms and Seokjin staring up at the ceiling. The night is calm and quiet, and there’s a sense of resolve in the air, like things are going back to the way they are supposed to be. Seokjin really feels that everything is going to be okay now, as long as his lover comes back to him and to their life together.

“Of course not, sweetheart. It’s never stupid to follow your heart. And if your heart leads to me, then it’s definitely not stupid.” Seokjin murmurs.

Hoseok giggles, rubbing Seokjin’s chest. “It was never even a question for me if I wanted to go to college or not, just an expectation from my parents, you know? So I didn’t even stop to think if this is what I actually want and once you came here, to Boston, and having these last few days that we spent together, it made me realize I don’t want this. You’re all I want, Jinnie. Just my Jinnie.”

“I’m so glad you feel that way, baby, because I only want you. And I’ve really…been coming to terms with that since you left. I just couldn’t stand being away from you anymore. At least when we broke up, you didn’t really leave and I’d still get to bump into you sometimes. But this time it was different. I think we both needed this, though, to realize what we want.” Seokjin says, and Hoseok nods in agreement, placing a kiss on his cheek.