I'm sorry this is so much shorter than usual; stuff has been happening so I kept it short. I also finished it at 1 am so it's probably not brilliant. Hopefully, it's still enough, though.

For what seemed the hundredth time that week, Yoongi pushed past Hoseok in the hallway. As usual, plenty of space on Yoongi's side; Hoseok could swear he was doing it on purpose. Whether to assert dominance or hatred, Hoseok didn't know, but he did know that Yoongi had taken a sudden dislike to him the past few weeks.

And Hoseok did not like it at all.

They used to be so close. Yoongi got down sometimes, they all did, but it was different with him. He cut himself off from the world, just like when they had first met. Hoseok was usually the only one who could cheer him up. It was something that he prided himself in, being positive and sparkly all the time. He felt worth something when someone smiled because of him. But Yoongi had been slowly chipping away at that feeling. It felt like deliberate resistance at this point.

Hoseok couldn't tell when it started, but he wanted it to end more than anything. As much as he tried to deny it, there was more than one reason why he loved cheering Yoongi up so much.

He wanted to confront him but knew he could never have the confidence to approach him. Hoseok didn't do serious conversations. He hated being serious altogether. It was boring and hard and extremely uncomfortable. That's why he spent his days in Neverland, floating in and out of reality.

The more he focused on Yoongi, the more he began to note the subtle signals of dislike coming from him. Yoongi never sat next to him at mealtimes anymore, he wouldn't make jokes with him or mess about as he did with the others and, of course, he took every opportunity to barge past him. It felt like being the outsider in some high school friendship group. Again.

And it wasn't like Hoseok hadn't tried to be friends. Yoongi declined food, physical contact, aegyos, everything that used to make him laugh. He accepted it from the others, though. And that's what hurt the most.

He wanted so badly just for everything to all of a sudden go back to normal, but Hoseok knew that would never happen. He decided to try one more time.

Yoongi was alone in the living room scrolling through his phone, looking bored. Hoseok took a deep breath and then skipped in and flopped onto the sofa beside him.

"Whatcha doing?" he asked as nicely as possible. Yoongi sighed and shifted away from him.

"Do you mind? I'm trying to relax which is really hard with you there."

Hoseok pouted. "You let Jin-hyung sit next to you."

Yoongi moved to stand up, looking down on Hoseok. "Yes. The significant difference being that I like Jin-hyung." He left the room.

Hoseok thought this was unreasonably harsh, even by the standards of the notoriously fiery Yoongi. His eyes stung and he angrily blinked away tears. Hastily, he grabbed his bag and left the apartment, turning to the only place he felt truly at home.

The practice room was dark, as was to be expected at almost half eleven. Throwing down his bag, switching on the light, Hoseok watched the room flicker briefly with fluorescence before settling on a harsh yellow glare. Perfect.

He danced to a beat no one else but him could hear. No pressure, no choreography, just him and his feelings ruling his body. This was what he had signed up for. Dancing to the never-ending song of his emotions. He didn't care what he looked like. He didn't care what he sounded like. He cared about nothing else but the moment and living in it.

After over an hour of this, Hoseok collapsed beside the mirror and rested. It wasn't until his phone rang beside him that he remembered that there were other people in the world. He reluctantly retrieved his phone and debated whether or not to answer it.

It was Taehyung. Taehyung didn't call anyone for anything, given that he generally couldn't be bothered. So something was up. Hoseok answered the call.

"Hobi?" Taehyung didn't sound overly panicked, so Hoseok decided not to worry. "What is it, Tae?"

"Well, the thing is, Yoongi found some vodka from – well no one really knows where…" Taehyung paused to re-evaluate his sentence. "Anyway, he's drunk off his head and told us he was going to find you, so we thought we'd give you a heads up before- "

The practice room door shot open, hit with far too much force from the other side. Taehyung heard the sound and paused. He sighed and said "Too late," before hanging up.

Hoseok put the phone down and stared at the open door, now deciding to be worried. Silence came from the adjacent room. For about two seconds. After which a battle cry sounded and an extremely hammered Yoongi tripped into the room. Hoseok's natural instinct was to help him up, but after remembering what had been said earlier, he hesitated.

"Owwwww," Yoongi cried, and this time, Hoseok's inhibitions were too strong and he ran over to help. What the hell was Yoongi doing? He wasn't exactly a sensitive drinker, but there was no in between for him. It was either sober or passed out drunk.

Yoongi staggered to his feet and clung on to Hoseok for fear of tripping over again. Hoseok was trying his best not to humour him. Sure, he was more fun when he was drunk, but he was happy about everything; a complete reversal of his usual state.

"Yoongi, what did you do?" Smart question. When he was sober, Yoongi's defences were always up, but alcohol completely turned off his filter, which meant he was often rude, outgoing and found it very difficult to lie.

Yoongi smiled his gummy smile and slurred, "I found vodka in Taehyungie's room and I was angry and now I'm not angry." He paused. "Are you angry, oppa?"

Hoseok blushed. Damn Yoongi was wasted. "I'm not your oppa, Yoongi." The boy was swaying and it felt a little bit like they were dancing. "Why were you angry?" He knew the answer, but he wanted to make sure. Yoongi pouted.

"I don't remember."

Hoseok sighed and pushed him away, causing him to stumble slightly.

"I do. You hate me even though I haven't done anything wrong to you. If anything, you're being the prick here and I'm the one trying to make things better. You're exhausting." He was pacing around the room, not making eye contact with Yoongi. He couldn't bring himself to look at that bastard.

"I don't hate you." Yoongi's voice was quiet and innocent. Yeah right, Hoseok thought, you said it yourself, you idiot. "I said I didn't like you. Because I don't." There it is.

"Same difference, moron."

"Trust me, Hobi, it's really not. Please…"

"No! I don't understand you," Hoseok let his temper and patience grow short as he continued to walk aimlessly in circles around him. "What the hell happened? We were so close and then you ruined everything. I just think that – " He was interrupted by Yoongi grabbing his shoulders.

"Hoseok, I don't like you. I love you." Before Hoseok had time to acknowledge that this was the cheesiest thing he had ever heard, Yoongi's mouth was on his.

As shocked as Hoseok was, he shoved all of his thoughts to one side and sank into the kiss. It was deep and beautiful and filled with passion. But Hoseok's thoughts shoved back hard. He gently pushed Yoongi away from him, forcing himself to let go. He turned away, ashamed.

"I can't do this, Yoongi. Not now and especially not while you're drunk." A soft chuckle came from behind him.

"Hoseok, you think I'm drunk?" Hoseok was infinitely confused. He spun around.

"Well, yes. Obviously. The others saw you drinking and you are acting extremely drunk right now," he said, before realising that he wasn't. Yoongi had somehow reverted back into his normal self. This was getting weird. "But you were literally just wasted. What…" he trailed off as Yoongi smirked and strolled casually back over to him.

"Did I taste drunk, Hoseok?" Hoseok stuttered. He didn't. Okay actually, what the fuck?

"Um, Yoongi? Were you pretending to be drunk?"

Yoongi shrugged and pushed the hair out of Hoseok's face. "I wanted to see what you'd do. And now I know."

Hoseok's brain was on fire. Yoongi had been genuinely conscious of everything he was doing. He had planned it, all of it. And Hoseok didn't care. He thrust all confusion away and pulled Yoongi back in. His breath was hot and erratic, both anticipating this moment as much as the other.

Yoongi hooked his fingers into the back of Hoseok's hair and kissed him again. This had taken so much work. He had to avoid Hoseok at every opportunity for fear of completely losing control around him. It was horrible knowing he had hurt him, but it was all worth it; this moment was perfect.

Their tongues fought for dominance in the other's mouth, their lips sought out new territory, their bodies yearned for contact. They leaned into each other, battling to become one. Hoseok's lips were swollen from the force of Yoongi's love. Yoongi was sure his stylist would scold him for the tangles forming in his hair. But they didn't want to stop. Ever.

When they woke up, they were lying on the smooth floor of the practice room, covered only by Yoongi's long coat that he kept there in case it got cold. Memories flooded back to Yoongi and he smiled as he remembered being with his one true love for the first time. That smile disappeared fairly quickly when he looked at the clock and was that it was nearly half ten in the morning.

"Shit. Hobi, wake up," he said, shaking his friend – boyfriend – awake, "we've been gone for a hell of a long time, the others are gonna be worried." He got up and started to pull on his clothes that had been scattered rather haphazardly around the room. Hoseok rolled over and grinned.

"Morning, sweetheart!" Yoongi blushed momentarily and then threw Hoseok his pants and said,

"No, none of that. This isn't to be spoken about, okay? This didn't happen."

"Until…"

"Until tonight, stupid." He helped Hoseok to his feet and then pecked him on the cheek. "I'll see you back at the apartment, kay? I'll cover for us and pretend to be hungover. Now hurry up and get dressed." He swung the door open and winked before he left.

Hoseok got dressed and smiled the whole way back, thinking about just how lucky he was to have Yoongi in his life.