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Hsk told Yg weeks ago that he shouldn't stay so late in his studio. Yg has a long history of being self destructive, awake into the early hours of the morning, and inevitably too exhausted the next day.

What happens when he doesn't listen?

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Hsk calls Yg five times over the course of the night. Each time, he's greeted with the same stale drone of his voicemail.

None of his texts are answered, and the rest of the boys shrug and shake their heads when Hsk asks if they've heard from him. +

Livid is an understatement.

Hsk feels his pulse thrumming in his neck when he collects his car keys and leaves their dorm to drive to Yg's studio.

They have dance practice early the next day, and it’s approaching two in the morning. +

White knuckles gripping the steering wheel, Hsk tries calling Yg one last time while he drives.

No fucking answer. +

Okay, so Yg's playing games? Hsk can play too. +

Hsk stomps to the third floor and finds himself in front of the frosted glass door. He stares at the words 'Genius Lab' and scowls as he punches in the code on the lock.

The code he asked for months ago because this scenario is nothing new. +

After a beep, the door unlocks with a metallic click. Hsk throws it open.

The second his gaze settles on Yg, Hsk sees him scramble for the keyboard. The monitor flashes, then every window minimizes to the taskbar.

Yg shuffles in his seat before turning around to face him. +

"Christ!" Yg shouts. "Ever heard of knocking first, Seok-ah?"

Hsk squints at him, eye twitching. "Ever heard of answering your fucking phone?"

Yg scoffs at him. "It's charging." +

Yg points lazily at the coffee table in front of Hsk, but he doesn't bother looking because that's—

"Bullshit," Hsk growls. "You’re telling me it's been charging for six hours?"

Yg goes to answer, but Hsk's fury bubbles over and he doesn't let him, "What are you even doing?" +

Yg sighs and glances at the monitor, then spins in his chair to face it again. Hsk glares a hole into the back of his head, hoping he can feel the burn of it.

"Working on a new track," Yg mumbles.

Hsk watches him hover over the web browser and quit the program. +

But Hsk catches it. He sees it when the computer gives a preview for the tab that was currently minimized.

Porn.

Yg was watching fucking porn. He would recognize that black and orange webpage anywhere. It's hard to miss when the monitor is a massive tv screen. +

Hsk's anger shifts into something animal.

Not only was Yg ghosting him all day and night, but he was masturbating alone in his studio when Hsk could have been fucking his arousal away instead.

Hsk is so furious he's shaking. +

With a loud breath, something like a growl, he crosses the room and slaps a hand down on the desk in front of Yg, putting himself in front of the screen.

But Yg ignores him, leans to the side to look around him, and launches Cubase as he slips his headphones on. +

Hsk feels like he's on the verge of an aneurysm, but he still manages to speak. "Did I interrupt something?"

Yg shrugs nonchalantly, reaching around Hsk to press some keys on the keyboard. He adjusts the microphone mounted to the desk, then he’s back to clicking. +

Hsk doesn't look at the screen, his eyes are locked on Yg. He watches the way the light from the monitor reflects in his eyes, sparkling as he clicks. There's something mischievous there too, a tiny smile.

Hsk leans further to cover the monitor, casting him in shadow. +

Yg rolls his eyes.

It sets Hsk off.

Hsk's hand flies forward, fingers gripping Yg's chin and forcing his head up. Yg sucks in a surprised gasp and his eyes flick up to meet his gaze. +

"You ignored me all day, and you're still not done?" Hsk snarls.

Yg gulps, but stays quiet.

Hsk smirks and chuckles, low and breathy, "You're really trying to piss me off, aren't you?" +

Yg doesn't answer, just continues staring, but his eyes give it all away. +

"You like it when I get angry, don't you?" Hsk asks, fingers squeezing tight enough to force Yoongi's lips into a pout. "You love it, hyung. I know you do."

Yg whines quietly, shifting in his seat. +

Hsk hovers closer to Yg as he struggles to pull his head out his grasp. "I saw that, you know? I saw what you were watching. You think I'm stupid?"

Hsk feels the muscles in Yg's face shift. His lips pull into a tiny grin again, mocking.

"You're such a fucking brat, hyung." +

Hsk watches Yg's tongue stick out between his teeth, taunting and childish.

It's the last nail in the coffin.

Hsk scowls as pushes his thumb past Yg's lips, and pulls his mouth open. But Yg doesn't fight it. His jaw is loose and giving under his force. +

Hsk feels his cock twitch in his jeans.

Yg's breath is loud with his mouth wide open, and it gets louder when he watches Hsk's free hand reach down to unbutton his jeans.

Hsk’s been hard since he caught a glimpse of his browser earlier. He wonders what he’d been watching. +

“Since you're not talking, let me use that mouth for something else, yeah?”

Yg whines, eyes flicking between Hsk’s face and crotch.

This definitely isn't the first time Yg's sucked Hsk's cock, but Hsk’s brain reels every time the opportunity presents itself. +

So when Hsk has his zipper down, pants and boxers tugged down to the middle of his thighs, his heart punches him in the ribs as he guides his cock to Yg's mouth.

Yg's tongue is out, and he’s damn near drooling. Hoseok's thumb holds firm inside his mouth, digging into molars. +

The moment Yg's lips close around him, Hsk withdraws his thumb and takes Yg’s headphones from his head, then pushes his beanie off to tangle his fingers in dark hair.

Hsk sighs as Yg takes him deep, then pulls back to look up at him. Hsk loves eye contact, and Yg knows it. +

Hsk barely holds back a gasp when Yg pushes forward again, gliding his tongue on the underside of his shaft. Soft, wet heat surrounds him and his knees tremble.

“Maybe I like it better when you’re not talking,” Hsk manages. +

Yg hums and drags a lick along the side of his cock as he pulls back. He reaches down and palms himself through his jeans, and Hsk can see the denim straining around his erection.

“Sucking my cock turns you on, hm?” Hsk teases. “Bet you want me to fuck you right now.” +

Yg chuckles, small and breathy as he swirls his tongue around the head. But he moans when Hsk’s grip tightens in his hair.

“Something funny? You know I’m right.”

Yg looks up at him, petulant and feigning innocence as he flicks his tongue at the crown.

Hsk shivers. +

“God, fuck you,” Hsk growls. He grips his hair and forces his cock into his mouth, and Yg takes it. He always takes it.

Hsk starts thrusting. Normally he’s careful, letting Yg adjust to having his mouth fucked. But this time it’s fast, long strokes, bumping his throat. +

Yg is caught off guard, but only for a moment. He relaxes after a cough and Hsk feels himself slip farther, deeper. He can’t stop the groan that pours out when he sees Yoongi still palming himself in his jeans.

“You like getting used like this?” Hsk mumbles. +

Hsk knows Yg can’t answer him, but he doesn’t want him to. He wants to keep him right there, swallowing around him and making his veins run white hot. Hsk thrusts deeper, feeling Yg’s nose bumping against his lower belly.

His throat starts to tighten around him. +

“You like pissing me off so I can treat you like this? Treat you like you’re nothing more than a hole to fill?”

Yg slaps Hsk’s thigh, fast and urgent. Hsk pulls him off by his hair and Yg sucks in a breath and groans. But Hsk knows that expression he’s making. +

Hsk forgets his own arousal and frustration and leans down to kiss him, licking desperate into Yg’s mouth.

Yg’s hands scrabble at his own jeans to get them undone, and he moans into their kiss when Hsk reaches down to wrap his fingers around the leaking head of his cock. +

Yg gasps, hands coming up to tangle in Hsk’s hair. His cap comes off and falls to the ground with a quiet thump.

Hsk pulls away from the kiss, spitting in his hand then reaching back down to slick up Yg’s shaft. +

Yg arches into him, head falling back with a low moan, nearly purring. Hoseok leans over him, kissing him sweet and slow as he falls apart below him with fast strokes. Yg was too far gone for Hsk to even consider asking for anything else. +

If Yg is content with a handjob, so be it. Just hearing him let go is enough for Hsk, no matter how they got there.

But tonight, Yg’s treating it like a race to the finish line, thrusting into his hand and whining louder than he’s ever heard.

Music to Hsk’s ears. +

Hsk strokes himself too, still slick from before. He’s uncoordinated and his nerves are shot, but Yg’s doing all the work, fucking frantically into his fist.

Their kiss isn’t even a kiss anymore, just lips grazing each other and hot breath mixing between them. +

Yg’s hands move from Hoseok’s hair and grip the arms of the desk chair. “Gonna,” Yg gasps.

Hsk presses a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, stroking him faster, flicking his wrist how he likes it. “Already? You’re pathetic.” +

Yg whines in response, breath ragged. Hsk can feel his thrusts stuttering, losing rhythm.

Hsk stares in awe when Yg cries out, keening as wet coats his fingers. He’s never seen him so gone, writhing and trembling. Their foreheads bump and Hsk strokes him through this orgasm. +

Hsk’s close. Shit, he’s so close. He stands up straight and tangles his fingers in Yg’s hair again and pulls his head forward.

“Open your fucking mouth,” Hsk demands.

Yg listens, eyes heavy lidded and tired as Hsk strokes himself inches from his lips. +

With a deep groan, Hsk feels his climax build, swirling low in his groin. He presses the head of his cock to Yg’s tongue as he strokes himself. Yg stares up at him, pupils dark and blown, brow furrowed.

He’s so pretty like that.

“Oh, fuck,” Hsk gasps. +

Hsk tips over the edge. His legs shake as his release coats his tongue, chin, cheek. Yg’s eyes drift closed and Hsk feels him shiver under his grip.

Hsk’s breath catches in his throat when Yg swirls his tongue around him to collect even more and swallow. +

They’re both quiet for a moment aside from heaving breaths.

Hsk lets go of Yg’s hair and reaches weakly for a box of tissues on the desktop to clean them both up as best he can. Yg watches him do it and hums contentedly when Hsk wipes his face. +

After a long silence, Yg finally breaks it, voice gruff, “Stop the recording for me.”

Hsk stares at him, perplexed as he tosses dirtied tissues into the trash bin. Then, he finally turns around to look at the monitor behind him on the wall. +

A waveform progresses across the window, red recording button lit up. Hsk looks at the microphone that Yg adjusted earlier, right beside his head.

“You did not just record that,” Hsk laughs.

Yg grins. “I said I was working on a new track.”