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Three years.
Three years is all it took for his little fanboy to become an idol of his own. From dancing on stage with him with the rest of his dance crew, to becoming so popular Yoongi’s company wanted to debut him.
Yoongi had helped him produce his first few albums, with this last one completed by himself after learning the producing software, all while sat on Yoongi’s cock. It had been so much fun to teach his little fanboy everything he knew, get him ready for the big stage and in ears. When it came time for Hoseok to let go of his hands, he flew.
His sweet little fanboy had flourished so well. Controlling stage production and borrowing Yoongi’s dance crew with a little wink and giggle, “It’s just for my stadium tour, hyungie~. I’ll return them back to Gloss afterwards.”
He watched from the audience for a few days, but afterwards, he had to get back to his own career. It was hard, knowing his other half wasn’t attached at his hip anymore. He was still his- still wore his ring, still wore Yoongi’s gifted necklaces. But not everyone knew Hoseok was his . It was a joke , a rumor , a scandal that didn’t go any further than friend’s-of-friend’s on the dance crew who saw Yoongi kissing Hoseok’s cheeks, his broad hands on his hips. They didn’t see them behind closed doors.
He was fighting with himself the entire time. It was even worse when Hoseok flew away to North America to start his tour. His last stage will be back home in Seoul, but for the next month he’d be away. For the next month Yoongi spent too much time chewing his thumbnail and growling at his screen, watching illegal streams of Hoseok’s concerts.
Being a fucking tease .
Tight white little tanktops with his hard chocolate nipples on display for everyone to admire and lust after. Little zip-up hoodies that were never zipped up. Belt buckles that made the cameraman zoom in on his crotch, his lean, pretty fingers tracing the wording etched in stones. Hoseok feeling himself up across his chest, his taut stomach. His beautiful hand cupping his cock and small balls, thrusting into his palm, all while telling his fans after the show that it’s okay for them to fantasize and enjoy his flirting.
It should be him . Should be his hands all over Hoseok’s lean, tiny waist, tracing up his chest and down his navel. Should be his hands, they’re bigger anyways , cupping Hoseok’s crotch from behind him. He doesn’t even need to be known , he could wear a mask for fucks sake, it should be him .
Hoseok just touched down in Seoul in the early morning. His last stage is happening in a few hours. He’s nearby, but they haven’t had time to meet. Not yet, at least. Hoseok had texted him promising time right after, that they could even do a live together. That he ‘ missed him so much, Gi.’
Yoongi was already driving to the stadium. He had the perfect idea and knew exactly how to implement it. He just had to keep himself under reigns, keep his jealousy and possessiveness to a minimum. This would be a great surprise for Hoseok, for his fans. He walked right into the stadium with one look to the staff. He made it backstage just as Hoseok made it on its surface.
The screams from his fans were so loud without something in his ears, but he had a mission to pull off. He remembered it was the 21st song in the lineup. By the time he’d changed into an all-black outfit and put on a mask and ballcap, he found the right cameraman- the backup.
He easily convinced him to teach him how to operate the huge camera. He helped plug it in and rig it so it’d show up on the large monitors. He even spoke into the in-ears of the staff and production and let the other cameraman know he’d be switched out for Daydream.
That’s how Yoongi ended up on stage, incognito, nodding to the main cameraman and he stepped away for Yoongi. And then? Then Hoseok fell backwards into the little depressed pit that held his airbed. The depressed part of the stage rose until it was all one level. And the music started.
Yoongi’s feet moved for him without any thoughts needed. His hands, his body , craved Hoseok badly. An entire month of watching Hoseok whore himself on stage and he was oceans away. But not now. Now his feet brought him directly to the edge of the bed. He spun around the bed, capturing Hoseok rapping his song, smiling and nodding everytime his fans screamed louder.
And then his knee was pressing into the bed, and he crawled closer to Hoseok. His sweet little fanboy lifted his legs in the air, spread wide. He captured his baggy jeans, his tiny ass, his smiling face framed by his long, sexy legs.
Yoongi fit himself directly between them to Hoseok's surprise. His eyes were wild and wide, still rapping into his microphone right against his pretty lips. His ring- Yoongi’s ring - glittered in the bright stage lights. When Yoongi didn’t move, Hoseok flashed a worried smile, confused by the new position. Obviously off-script. His diamond grill shined beautifully in his gorgeous smile.
His dark eyes relaxed into a lidded, bedroom look that made Yoongi’s arms flex under the weight of the camera. The fans screamed so loud, a constant white noise as he became entranced by his boyfriend. His little seokie…so sinfully beautiful, his white tank top ribbed across his taut stomach and curvaceous chest.
Yoongi reached out without thinking. Didn’t Think until his veiny, pale hand was in view of the camera sight. He didn’t touch, he wasn’t close enough, but the fans' screams became so loud he chuckled, lowering the camera just enough for their eyes to meet.
He saw the recognition in Hoseok’s surprised eyes as he missed the ending of Daydream. Yoongi mouthed the words for him.
Wake up .
The stage platform the bed was on began to lower into the stage, but not fast enough. Yoongi sat the heavy camera on the air bed next to him just in time to catch Hoseok jumping into his arms. Yoongi knew they were still in full view of the audience as Hoseok pulled down his hoodie and tossed off his black baseball cap. He cupped Yoongi’s round cheek and kissed him, his wet tongue sweeping across his pink lips as he pulled himself practically in his lap, his legs spread around him, his hands fisting into his black hoodie and his wild, dark hair, just before he pulled Yoongi down onto the Daydream air bed.
He fell directly over his sweet fanboy, his beautiful heart shaped smile grinning happily to see him. He adjusted so his arms slid under Hoseok, pulling him up into him as he sank down into the air bed and against Hoseok. Only then did he notice they were below the main stage. But his eyes were lost in Hoseok's, his wonderful lover, pretty dark eyes lidded and he tilted his lips up at him with a whine that was barely audible.
Yoongi gave in with gusto, licking into Hoseok’s mouth hungrily, starving for his sweet fan, his Hoseokie- now his idol . Their roles had switched entirely, but not enough that it was unfamiliar. Yoongi still worshiped at his altar, his small waist still so familiar under his broad, hot hands, rucking up his ribbed white tank top until his taut navel was exposed, all gorgeous golden skin underneath his pale hands.
His fingers slid under the tanktop to cup his chest, squeezing his plush chest and pinching his tiny chocolate chips roughly for all the weeks, all the days they’d been teasing him. Hoseok moaned into his mouth, pulling on Yoongi’s locks with a fistful of hair, not as retaliation but as a precursor to Yoongi grinding his cock against his sparkling jeans.
The bed shook as the platform stopped moving, jolting the both of them out of their own personal bubble enough for Hoseok to push Yoongi up with a gentle hand on his chest, somewhat distracted by curving over his plush chest planes before locking eyes with his staff and muttering a sheepish apology, asking for a 5 minute stall.
Yoongi’s eyebrows rose as his staff compiled. Hoseok grinned at him devilishly, his diamond grill pulling him back in. He fell into him, into the air mattress with an ‘oof’ and a giggle as Yoongi mapped the spaces between Hoseok's perfect teeth that were filled by the cold metal.
5 minutes. Hoseok’s tongue trailed after his, following his wake. His mind was split between indulging in his Brace’s Hoseok fantasy and fucking up the zipper on Hoseok’s bedazzled jeans as he ripped them open.
4 minutes, and his broad hands were fisting Hoseok’s cock- too dry, too rough, but Hoseok’s beautiful deep voice was music to his ears. Hoseok’s shaking hands were nicer, pulling down Yoongi’s black sweats to hold his hard cock in both his hands, his lean, pretty fingers guiding Yoongi’s cock to press against his own.
3 minutes. Hoseok’s deep voice grew pitched and breathless as Yoongi took both their cocks in his hand, bumping against his fan’s as he moaned his favorite idol’s name, “ Gloss , Gigi .” It’d been so long for the both of them it was no surprise they were both on the precipice of their orgasms, pants shared between their kisses, their sweaty foreheads pressed against each other.
2 minutes, and Hoseok had had enough, wrapping his arms around Yoongi to pull him into him, making his favorite idol rut his cock against his in a sloppy, messy, wet from precum frottage so they could kiss and feel each other's chests heaving. Yoongi moaned Hoseok’s name again and again, his eyes lidded, staring at his gorgeous boyfriend’s flushed and fucked out expression, his eyes rolling as his pleasure peaked.
1 minute left, and Hoseok had cum all over Yoongi’s cock, on his hand, and all over his own tummy. The air bed moved around underneath them as Yoongi sped up, cursing into Hoseok’s gasping mouth before he came, spilling over Hoseok’s cock as his arms scooped him up under his waist and shoulders, pulling him tightly against him.
Their kisses were weak and unfocused, tongues tracing the front of each other’s teeth, every groove and every diamond Hoseok wore in his grill, all lost between their tongues meeting and satisfied moans inhaled. Yoongi pulled away enough to litter Hoseok’s cheeks with kisses, his forehead too, swiping his damp bangs away as he caressed him lovingly.
“Missed you, sweetheart,” Yoongi purred against his golden skin, placing another cheek kiss, “My little fanboy has become my only idol,” Yoongi whispered with reverence, catching Hoseok’s tired eyes and bright smile before he bit his bottom lip shyly, his hands making their way under Yoongi’s black hoodie to touch his overheated skin.
“You’re still my only idol, hyungah…still love you, Gi,” Hoseok whispered against his lips as they eased into a sweet, gentle kiss, with none of the desperate hunger from before. His black hoodie was just in the middle of pulling off when a staff member appeared nearby, scaring Hoseok as he reminded them their time together was up.
Yoongi lowered himself against Hoseok when he jolted, making sure nothing of sensitive nature was visible. His lover nodded once, watching the staff member walk away before their eyes met and his sweet fan was pouting up at him.
Yoongi chuckled helplessly, pulling away from him to sit up only to have Hoseok chase after him. He tucked Hoseok’s cock away into his tight black jock, helping him undress for a costume change. With no rag in sight, nor given with the new clothes, Yoongi took off his black hoodie and wiped their cum off Hoseok’s stomach as best he could.
It’s all hurried kisses as he dressed Hoseok in his jersey outfit, right up until the last second as he was guided away from him. Yoongi knew he had to stay put, to wait back here until his last few songs were over. But Hoseok looked back at him, with his big, pleading doe eyes. That’s all it took for him to rush after him, their faces so close as the staff guided Hoseok towards the stage stairs.
Yoongi felt out of breath, “I’ll be right here, princess. Gigi will be here waiting for you to finish.”
It was like the love of his life was leaving him. Just out of sight, but his heart still jumped to his throat and felt stuck, as if he were choking.
“Soon, Gloss ,” Hoseok called out as he took his first step on the stage stairs. By the third step, his little fan boy was facing forward, arms coming up to wave at his fans. Yoongi followed until the first step, and stayed right there, staring up at his fanboy glowing in the stage lights.
His Only Idol. He’d wait for him.
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