namseok, a kiss to pretend
God bless Min Yoongi, the only person on Earth who has peered into the vast oceans of Hoseok's heart and innately understood how to wrangle the monsters that live there—he sends a picture of the tables as soon as the candles are set. No needless editorializing comment, just the facts for Hoseok's approval. Hoseok replies with a thumbs up and returns to Jungkook's message.
Jungkook said, don't worry, Jin-hyung figured out the music, which could mean literally anything except something good.
Hoseok chews on the pad of his thumb while he considers it, and then returns to his messages with Yoongi. Can you figure out what's up with the music? he writes, and sighs.
Namjoon looks over with a questioning smile. "Is this okay? Are you bored?"
Hoseok has not watched one single second of Bob Ross while he's been on. Though Namjoon set out a second mini-canvas and paintbrush for him, he's been on his phone, trying to micromanage the surprise party from a distance. "I'm not bored at all!" he exclaims, with too much enthusiasm. He dials it back a notch, and adds, "And anyway, it's your birthday. You just enjoy Bob-ahjussi."
He nods to Namjoon's canvas, and he's surprised to find it almost full.
"Let's go to the river," Namjoon says suddenly. "Come on, let's get our bikes."
Hoseok freezes. "What?"
"I know, you have that reservation, but we can get hotteok." Namjoon smiles, brilliant and devastating. "Let's do something spontaneous."
Hoseok almost wails. He hates spontaneity. They have to leave for a restaurant in the opposite direction from the river in exactly forty-eight minutes, and Hoseok spent too much on the ring in his jacket to ride a bike with it.
He holds back another sigh.
"Spontaneous, huh?" he purrs instead, and swings a leg across Namjoon's lap.
Namjoon is a simple man. His hands come to Hoseok's hips and his mouth opens, soft and yielding, under Hoseok's, but when Hoseok dips his chin away and wiggles his hips closer, Namjoon takes the cue to lead.
Hoseok guides Namjoon's hungry mouth down to his neck and shivers under the sharp rasp of teeth. He checks Yoongi's message about the music on his phone behind Namjoon's head, making sure everything is perfect. Perfect.