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He didn't waste another second to stride down the hallway to his room. He shut slammed the door back and slide down to the floor. Wide eyes full of terror and tears. It was too much to take. It was never easy on him. And now after meeting him after years of despair, he wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to let go, for God knows what. The thought of losing him again terrified him beyond comprehension. He was in a state of hysteria. He lost him once before, and now he was losing him again. He could be dead this time and Hobi was dying inside because he knew there was really no way he could stop anyone. Not the Snakes, not RM, above all not Minho. He knew how stubborn and determined Minho was and there was no way once the elder made up his mind. Hobi was also aware of the fact that he was in no place to stop Minho from doing whatever he wanted, he was no one to him anymore anyway. So, all Hobi did was burry his face between his knees and cry. Cry for being stupid and naive and ruining his and Minho life single handedly. He didn't know how much time he spent their sitting and crying, cursing and loathing himself. When –

Knock knock

"Who?"

"Open the door, Sun."

Hobi sat straight on the floor as he heard the honey like voice behind the door, furiously rubbing his eyes. Taking several deep breathes to calm himself down, he stood to face the door.

"Why are you here?" he asked, shaky hand on the door knob and a hesitant heart. He knew he'd lose his strength as soon as he faced the elder. All walls that he built thus far to appear as a strong torturer would crumble to the elder's feet and he'd be bare.

"Open the door, Sunnie." Minho spoke again softly as he heard the broken voice from the other side of the door.

As hard as it was for Hobi to cope up with the situation, it wasn't easy on Minho's part as well. Seeing him after seven years only to realize he never stopped loving the younger and now leaving him back again to go in for what seemed like a suicide mission was nowhere easy. He could be killed but all he wanted to do was to be in Hobi's arms which was eating away his heart and soul. That night a few days ago came back to him like a wave of contentment and destruction at the same time. He was angry and hurt and felt so many emotions course through his soul but what dominated every other thought is the fact that he felt safe. Yes, he felt safe in Hobi's arms. He felt safe after seven years. He knew no one could hurt him or get to him in anyway in Hobi's presence. He was where he belonged. He wasn't going to forget what Hobi did, but now that he was going back to the Spades, which could bring his end, he didn't want to hurt himself and Hobi anymore. He would not be at peace if he died without seeing the younger happy again. He knew Hobi would die inside without the forgiveness. So, there he stood, begging the younger to open the door, so he could be happy for one last time, so he could make Hobi happy one last time.

A few seconds passed as both the lovers ran miles inside their heads, and after, very reluctantly Hobi opened the door.

"H-hyung." Hobi muttered lowly, eyes glued to the floor.

"Will you let me in?"

Hobi nodded to the elder's request and stepped aside for him to enter the room. Minho went in to sit on the couch while Hobi locked the door behind him. Minho took in Hobi's appearance – disheveled hair, puffy red eyes, tear-stained cheeks and a pink cute nose. Even in the state of distress he looked cute, beautiful. Like always he was the Jung Hoseok he fell in love with. The sunshine that lights up his world until he himself decided to turn everything upside down. Regardless, he was still deep in love as he was years ago. He'd still die and kill for his Sunnie. It was at that moment when Minho was staring at Hobi's eyes, that he realized he can let go of the past for good. He, without apprehension forgives Hobi. He loves Hobi.

So, he stood up, walked to the younger and engulfed him in his arms. He held him with all the love he had for him, pouring out every emotion he felt for the younger.

Hobi, with the display of affection crumbled completely, the façade of being strong coming undone. He sobbed like a little baby would, burying his face in the crook of the older's neck. He held onto Minho for his dear life. Love, regret, guilt, fear, doubt – all the emotions coursing through his body, he poured out for Minho to judge them.

Minho rubbed soothing circles on Hobi's back, conveying sweet nothings to calm him down. What he didn't realize is that he himself was shedding tears at the agonizing sobs of the man in his arms. After long minutes of sobbing and soothing, Minho pulled apart only earning a whine from the younger. He chuckled at that and cupped his face in his palm, looking straight into Hobi's eyes.

"You're crying hyung." Hobi sniffled, taking in Minho's teary eyes.

"Listen to me. And do not interrupt before I'm done. Ok?" Minho said with shaky voice, to which Hobi nodded like a little kid.

"Alright, I am leaving tonight Sun. But before that I want to salvage us. Our relationship. I'm not going to lie Hobi, I suffered a lot in the Spades, I resented you for so long, thought I'd hate you for life, but the truth is I never can hate you. I never can. Sun you're my world, my light, my happiness. Sun, after eomma and appa died, I was alone and the only person I could call family was Chim, but deep down I could never throw away your existence. I don't know what tomorrow will bring. Because let's face it, if Doyun has found out about me being here, I'll be long gone by tomorrow morning, so I want us to be together for the last few hours if it comes to worse. Sunnie, I love you, I always have, always will. And above all, I forgive you. Let us not go there anymore Hobi, because you have suffered as much as me, I don't want us hurting anymore."

Hobi's knees gave up at the older's words. He buckled and kneeled on the floor, crying between his palms as love and relief flood his senses.

Minho kneeled in front of him as he let themselves cry, engulfed in each other's safe heaven.

Minutes passed by and both calmed down from ride of emotional roller coaster. Minho pulled back and cupped Hobi's face.

"Let me be with you tonight.?" Minho asked Hobi slowly. Of course, they've been together earlier, but today was different. It was something fresh. Something legit. Something out of love, instead of negative emotions.

"Please." Hobi said as he pulled Minho in a kiss. A soft, slow kiss full of love and adoration. Their lips moved in sync, tasting each other like their favorite flavor. They were both breathless when they parted. Their forehead resting against each other, when Hobi muttered between his pants, "I love you, Moonie."

Minho smiled like a fool; all the butterflies hidden in the pit of his stomach came back full force, tingling his entire being.

"I love you, Sunnie."

As if on cue Hobi pulled the older for another kiss by his neck. This time it was a kiss full of passion. They kiss got hotter by the second as Hobi pushed his tongue inside Minho's mouth, massaging his tongue and tasting every nook and cranny of the older's mouth. His let his hands slide to the side of the older and caress his waist as he kissed him like his life depended on it. Minho snaked his hands around the younger's neck as he was pulled closer by his waist. Oh, how he missed being in Hobi's arms, loving and being loved.

Hobi pulled Minho closer and rubbed their crotches together, igniting a powerful fire inside the older's chest. Their hearts were pounding together as one. The need be together consuming each other.

"Please..." Minho pleaded, moaning in Hoseok's mouth.

Hobi peeled off the older's clothes, painfully slow, maintaining eye contact all the while, afraid that at some point, the other will change his mind, and he wanted to give him that option. Hobi will not hold it against him if Minho says no.

"I need you, Sunny." Minho cupped Hoseok's face in his hands and kissed his lips fervently.

"Love me." For the last time, he continued in his mind.

Hobi nodded and took off his own clothes, faster than he did for the other. He pressed their naked bodies together, feeling the warmth of the elder he had missed so much. He was tearing up but he slowly walked themselves towards the bed, laying Minho carefully on it.

Hoseok sat between his legs, separating them with knee, and started kissing the older's jaw, while his thumbs were pinching Minho's nipples.

"Arghhh..." Minho arched his back and started rubbing his already leaking cock against his thigh.

"Patience, my love." Hobi whispered in his ear, then blew some hot air against his earlobe, nibbling on it lightly.

Although it was painful for him too, Hobi wanted to take his time. To worship his body, to seduce his mind, to savor the feeling. He left purple marks beneath his lips, marking him as his, leaving bright proof of the undying love and need he was feeling.

"Mine." Hoseok growled as he started kissing his chest, licking and sucking his nipples.

Hobi wrapped his hand around the older's cock, moving it in circular motion, rubbing his thumb against the split, smearing the pre cum.

Minho whined as his entire body was on fire, shivering under the younger's lustful touch. His soul sang a tune he never thought he'll hear again. He was happy. Extremely happy. He was in the arms of his beloved.

Hobi lowered himself, engulfing the entire lenght in his mouth, sucking and licking the tip.

He hallowed his cheeks to make the sucking stronger, twirling his tongue on the head and moaned against the shaft, sending vibration through his entire being.

"Fuuuckkk..." Minho cursed under his breath. "I'm close." He moaned as he felt every knot of his body twisting to come undone. His hands clenched against the white, silky sheets.

Hobi smirked and took even more of his length in his mouth, until his lips were pressed against his balls.

Minho closed his eyes and bucked up his hips, instinctively reaching for relief. His stomach tightened and his toes curled as his hands grabbed a handful of Hobi's hair.

Hobi bopped his head, up and down, clenching and unclenching his jaw as he moved his head faster.

It didn't take long until hot cum spilled from Minho's cock down to the younger's throat.

Hobi licked the rest of the cum that spilled on his fingers, smiling as he looked at the fucked up expression of the other's face.

"You're beautiful, love." Hobi whispered. He rubbed his cum and spit coated fingers against his pink hole, while he kissed and marked the older's inner thighs.

Tears ran down Minho's face. Would he ever be able to feel this again? To feel this loved? This precious? Euphoric?

"Shhh..." Hobi smiled looking at him. "Don't think too much. Just feel. Be with me."

Before Minho had a chance to say, or do anything else, Hobi pushed a finger inside his hot, tight cavern.

"Oh, Gooood..." Minho arched his back, pushing himself against his finger. The sting felt foreign yet he knew what was coming and he was running out of patience; already sensitive from the previous climax.

"More."

Hobi bit his thigh and smirked, but did as he was told. However, instead of pushing another finger, he pushed two.

Minho welcomed the pain. It was, in a way, soothing and mind blowing as Hobi curled his fingers, scissoring him open while looking for that sweet, blissful point, grazing it every once in a while.

"I want you." Minho raised his upper body after a few moments of being opened and dragged Hobi on top of him, kissing him fervently without a break.

Hobi was forced to take out his fingers as he was dragged to his lover's lips.

"I want to fill you up now." Hobi warned as he stroke his own cock, coating it with his own saliva.

Painfully slowly, he pushed himself in the tight, warm hole. "Fuck, you're tight."

"Fuck me now, Hobi." Minho screamed in pleasure as he tangled his legs around Hobi's waist, digging his heels in Hobi's hips.

"Move."

He didn't have patience. He wanted more. He wanted to be filled complete. It felt so right being impaled in the other's cock, in his arms. Feeling his body on top of his own. His heart shaped lips against his burning skin. He dreamt of this so many times, yet this was beyond anything. It was as if he got back everything he asked for.

Hobi started to move. He started slow, until he felt the other had adjusted to his thick veiny girth.

He picked up the pace, his hands holding the other's hips so hard, surely it might leave bruises. Slamming into the older like his life depended on it, grunting at his every thrust.

Minho stroked his own cock, all the while moving to meet Hobi's hard thrusts. The pleasure was too much. He was already sensitive from his first orgasm. He shut his eyes close as he let the fire of lust lick every inch of his skin, panting, moaning and screaming profanities.

It didn't take long for him to cum again, as his prostate was severely abused with relentless thrusts. Hit, after hit, until he couldn't resist any longer. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, thick sticky ropes of cum painting between their bodies, as he rode his orgasm out.

"Well done, love. You did so good. I love you." Hobi praised the older breathlessly. "Now it's my turn." He chuckled in a dark tone, eyes shining with a dangerous glint.

Hobi pulled off and plunged right back in, with a force that knocked all the air from the older's lungs.

"Nnrrggghh... fuck. Sunnie." Minho screamed.

"So good. Always." Hobi grunted as he dipped down to suck some more angry red marks on Minho's collar.

Thrust by thrust he picked an animalistic pace, building up his own bubbling pleasure. The room filled with sound of skin slapping against skin, moans and grunts, and soon he found himself on the edge of insanity as he chased his own orgasm, spilling the hot cum inside the older.

He slowly pulled out of the older and held himself above him with his elbow, kissing every inch of the older's face.

"I love you so much. So much that it physically hurts to be way from you. I'm sorry for what I did, but Moonie I promise to replace every sour memory with the sweetest ones. I love you." Hobi said breathily as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. The emotions he felt was enormous.

"I love you. I forgive you. I don't know what tomorrow brings Sun, but I want you to know that I could never think of anyone else in my life if it wasn't you and I won't." Minho said as he wiped Hobi's sweaty forehead.

Hobi smiled sadly as he rolled themselves to the side and pressed himself against Minho's chest, least bothered about their messy state.

All they could think about was being in each other's arms for as long as possible.

Cause tomorrow is a new day. 

A/N 

I ALMOST TEARED UP AND THEN I WENT SKSKKKAMKSJK. LMAO.

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