Note: This is purely Vhope fanfic. It has moments of jealousy with Jihope and Yoonseok, but Vhope is the main story here. V and Jhope love each other more than they each want to admit. They’ve been hiding their true feelings from each other for so long, and can’t bare it any longer. One of them is about to crack. It’s time for them to confess.

Prologue

I lie awake at night, staring into nothingness. I can’t fall asleep, no matter how hard I try. I find peace in knowing I have him. I know he’s right there next to me.

I can hear his breathing. I can hear the soft whimpers escape his mouth. I want to move beside him and hold him in my arms; thread my fingers through his soft hair.

I peer up at the top bunk. Even in the dark, I can see the outline of Jimin. He’s sleeping on his side, but you can hear the soft sounds of deep sleep. I hesitate—I don’t want to wake him. He can’t see this.

I place my hand softly on Hoseok’s shoulder, moving beside him as I slide into his warm bed. He stirs just slightly. I snake my left arm around his waist; pulling my body close to him so I can feel him against me. I breathe in his scent. I love the smell of him, especially when he nuzzles against me.

He turns to face me, looking at me with a telling expression. Even in the dark lighting, I can see his shiny eyes staring into mine.

“Mmm.” He breathes.

“Hi.” I whisper, his ear. I can’t help but smile, just being next to him.

“I felt you against me and had to wake up.” He said, his voice thick and aroused.

“I couldn’t stay away, I’m sorry.” I say, although I don’t really mean it. I am unapologetically in his bed.

“Will we ever be alone?” He asked, placing his hand on my chest. My heart was racing, feeling his warmth.

“I hope so.” I breathed, nuzzling my nose against his. He swung his leg around mine, shifting his weight onto me. I felt my whole body tighten, the feeling of him just too much for me to bare.

“You really drive me nuts.” I hissed, unable to control the desperate rasp in my voice. I wanted him so badly.

“You can’t just climb into my bed without any intentions, Tae. You’re no angel.” Hoseok teased.

“I have very clear intentions.” I whispered, my hands trailing down his back; lower and lower. He moaned lightly.

“I think I need you to spell it out for me then.” He said, pulling back my hair with one hand, and releasing me swiftly.

“What about Jimin?” I had to ask.

“What about him?” Hoseok smiled devilishly. He rested his hand on my cheek, pulling me closer to him. I could feel his breath as our faces stood just an inch from one another.

“You’ve ruined me, Hoseok. ing ruined me.” I breathed.

“Good.” He said.