bruised cheekbones and pretty lips,

" And, our winner tonight is.... "

The screams in the arena was deafening, and Hoseok didn't like it, at all. He hates it when it's noisy and when people are screaming in his ear,

" SUGA SUGA SUGA SUGA SUGA! "

Of course it's Suga, Hoseok thinks, of course it's my precious boyfriend you ing es. He smirks and looks towards the centre of the ring, where the referee was standing alongside with Suga and his opponent- Rap Monster.

Why rap? This is a boxing competition, damn it! 

But the blood running down Yoongi's nose, the bruise that is starting to form on his cheekbones, the blue-ish patches on his boyfriend's arms- makes Hoseok cringe. Yes he loves it when Yoongi gets all dominant and grabbing his hair while forcing his tongue down the younger's throat, but he doesn't like it when his baby gets all bloody and bruise-y. 

" The winner is Suga! "

Hoseok still screams anyways, and he catches Yoongi's eyes, and the elder smiles at him. I did it!

—

" I told you to be careful of your face! Look! There's a bruise now, what are you gonna do about it? " 

Hoseok nags, right up in Yoongi's face while dabbing cream and rubbing onto the bruise gently. 

" Nevermind, it's just a bruise! It will go away after a few days- OW! "

Even before Yoongi can reason out with his boyfriend, he got cut off mid sentence when Hoseok exerts a little more pressure onto the bruise.

" See! "

" Okay! Don't do that- it hurts! "

And you say it's just a bruise, Hoseok sends a real skeptical look over to Yoongi before looking at the bandages on his arm and bruises littering his torso, bandaids decorating his face. 

" What about all this cuts- " and he points to Yoongi's arms, " And and all this, " then he makes a weird arm movement near Yoongi's torso, " I don't want to see you get hurt anymore, you gotta stop, baby. " 

Yoongi stands up almost immediately, if not for his weak body,

" No! "

And Hoseok is not someone to back down so easily, standing up right after Yoongi,

" Why! Look at how weak you are! "

The older lets out a huge sigh, and while grabbing Hoseok's shoulders with two hands, he looks at the younger straight in his eyes,

" It's my passion. Just like how you can't explain your love for dancing, and how you don't stop even if your parents stop you. I love you, but without passion, I wouldn't be what I am today, and I wouldn't have met you. Come on, baby, you can't stop me, alright? You fell while dancing, dislocated bones, fractured your arms- it's the same, I didn't want you to get hurt too- "

He takes a deep breath, looking at Hoseok, while the younger was averting his eyes everywhere, not looking back,

" But I don't want to stop you from your passion, you understand now? "

Yoongi tilts his head, finishing his sentence and sitting back down. Hoseok doesn't want to back down, but he understands passion. That's probably what he saw in Yoongi, determination. 

" Hoseok-ah! Let me introduce someone to you! " 

The said male looked up and saw his friend, towing along someone behind him- before stopping right infront of him. 

" This is Min Yoongi, and I swear he is going to be the greatest ugkboxer ever! "

Min Yoongi looks utterly annoyed to be in the studio, and Hoseok acts stupid,

" What's ugkboxer? "

Jimin didn't answer him, instead, its another voice, soothing yet rough at the same time,

" Underground kickboxer that is. "

—

Hoseok was in the studio when he received a call, from Yoongi- and he picks it up urgently because his boyfriend almost never calls and if he does, it must be important.

" Baby! "

Hoseok hears a chuckle after he screams a baby! into the receiver,

" Hey, called to tell you the milk ran out, buy some when you're coming back? "

Oh. And he breathes out a sigh of relief, 

" Okay. "

" Okay, I love you. "

Hoseok giggles, before answering,

" I love you too. "

He spends a few minutes staring at his phone, smiling to himself and thinking, why do I have such a perfect boyfriend- before his friends call him over for more routines, and he puts his phone in his duffle bag and zips it up, 

" Coming! "

—

" The next competition is the upcoming week, are you comin