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sugaflyTitle: Welcome to heartbreak
Pairing: Suga/J-Hope, others to come
Rating: NC-17 overall
Chapter: 1/?
Summary: After Hoseok inherits a fortune from his father, he believes his already happy life will become even more extraordinary. What he doesn't see coming is how his new-found riches end up shaking himself and his relationships to their very core. Disorder, betrayal and addiction ensue. Welcome to heartbreak.
This will be the first multi-chaptered fic I've ever written, so forgive me if I get lost a little on the way. I can't promise regular updates, especially as I am going back to uni soon and won't have all that much time to write, but I promise I'll try my best!
The story starts out with Suga and J-Hope in an establised relationship, but other pairings will follow. Snaps if you can guess whose involved.
Shamelessly crossposted across the internet.
Hoseok had never really known much about his father. He was very much the absentee parent, Hoseok and his sister being raised by their mother and stepfather from such a young age that Hoseok could barely remember any different. He saw his father occasionally, but the visits were always rushed - a fancy meal in a plush restaurant, his father quickly covering the basics, checking up on their grades and schoolwork, rewarding them with more allowance if they had done well. They were a formal affair, more like a business meeting than a family get together, and his father always seemed preoccupied and eager to leave, although he tried to cover it up. More often than not he would leave before dessert, simply waiting for his children to order, then paying the bill and leaving without so much as a backward glance.
The older Hoseok got, the less he saw his father. He didn't approve of Hoseok's desire to become an idol, thinking it frivolous, wanting him to study business and finance like his sister rather than pursue his talent for music and dance. He'd always hinted at his children that he wanted them to take over his business, but never actually divulged any information on what his business was. Hoseok hated that his father just expected them to follow him blindly, and he asked him time and time again what he did, where he worked, who he worked for, but his father always deflected his questions, telling him that he should have faith and follow his sister's example. There had been a particularly nasty row after Hoseok got signed by Big Hit, declaring once and for all that he had no intention of honouring his father's wishes. After that, he saw his father even less, unlike his sister, who seemed to become more and more like their father every time she saw him. So when his father died shortly after Hoseok's 20th birthday, he found himself somewhat unaffected, like he had been grieving this loss years before it happened.
Hoseok knew his father had been rich. He'd had a pretty average life growing up, and just assumed that his mother refused any aid his dad had offered a long time ago, and since then he had given up, simply putting money into their allowances instead (which his mother insisted on them putting a good portion of into savings). He just...didn't ever know how rich.
Which was why now, at 21 years old, holding a letter detailing the inheritance his father had specifically left him, he was having trouble not throwing up at the incomprehensible amount he had been left.
His hands shook.
Part One
After several minutes steadying himself and much deep breathing, Hoseok walked into the kitchen where Yoongi was eating breakfast, kissed him lightly on the back of his head and sat down next to him. He slid the letter onto the table and rested his head in his arms. Yoongi looked over to him, and with a mouth full of cereal asked, "You okay?"
Hoseok sighed, quickly glanced around the room to make sure that they were alone, put his head back down and mumbled "My inheritance is really big."
Yoongi frowned down at him, not exactly in the right state of mind to decipher his boyfriend's somewhat conflicting state this early in the morning. Not one for treading lightly, he replied, "Yeah I thought you knew that already. What's the problem?"
"No, I mean it's really big. Bigger than I ever thought. Big enough to span several hundred hedonistic lifetimes and still have enough left over to buy a space station."
"A space station? Are you fucking serious?"
"Well no, but it's still ridiculous, okay? I have this existential-crisis inducing, ridiculously large sum of money sitting in a bank account that I did absolutely nothing to earn and I don't even want to think about how my father made it all and I can do whatever the fuck I want with it. It's too much!"
"Oh uh...wow." Yoongi turned towards Hoseok properly, forgetting about his breakfast for the moment. He put a hand on Hoseok's shoulder, rubbing it gently, coaxing him into sitting up properly so he could look his boyfriend in the eye. "Are you okay?" Hoseok shrugged a little, glancing down before replying.
"I don't know. Not really. I'm not sure. It's just weird, y'know? I'd half expected my dad to have written me out of his will altogether, and now..." He trailed off, getting lost in his own thoughts. He got up from the breakfast bar and walked back towards the bedrooms, then stopped and turned around. "Let's get drunk."
Yoongi just looked at him. "Hoseok, it's not even 10am yet."
"I don't care! I'm rich!" He gave a slight, mirthless laugh. "It's not as if we're doing anything this weekend. Come on! Maybe I'll figure out what to do with it all when I'm really, really drunk. I know! We can...we can book into some swanky hotel for the night and order room service and drink the minibar dry. It's not like I don't have the money!"
Yoongi started walking over to him. "Don't you think that sounds a little crazy? Yes you're a rich kid now, but don't let it go to your head, there's no need to have to end up spending all that money on rehab of some sort." He stood in front of Hoseok, giving him his best I'm-your-wise-hyung-listen-to-me stare.
"Oh, come off it, it's just one night, I'm entitled to that." Yoongi raised his eyebrows, not convinced. Hoseok raised his game, and with a small smirk added "Plus, we can have lots of loud, uninterrupted, possibly drunken sex?"
And really, how could Yoongi say no to that.
---
Later that day, Taehyung, Jimin and Namjoon made their way into the dorm, tired out after trying to outdo each other at the gym. Taehyung went straight through to the seating area, sprawling out on the sofa with a loud sigh, not even thinking about how the sofa was, most unusually, lacking the presence of two guys playing video games. Namjoon and Jimin both hung back in the kitchen, Namjoon starting to fix up a quick dinner for the guys, Jimin splashing his face with water and trying to cool himself down. "Suga! Hoseok! Get your lazy asses in here, help me make dinner." Namjoon shouted into the uncharacteristically quiet dorm. As he started staring into the fridge for inspiration, Jimin noticed the letter on the table, picked it up and almost choked on his own tongue after skimming it for a minute. "You okay?" Namjoon asked, without actually looking over to Jimin.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm just gonna go find the others." He mumbled, discreetly sliding the letter into his pocket and walking off down the hall. Stopping outside one of the bedrooms, he knocked loudly on the door and called "Hope? Yoongi?" before entering slowly, not wanting to walk in on one of their fuckfests. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the room was empty, shut the door and sat down on one of the beds. He then pulled out his phone and dialled Hoseok. It rang for a while, and Jimin was sure it was going to go to answer phone when-
"Jimin! Jiminnie, Jiminnie Cricket my man, wasssuup!" Jimin's heart flipped a little as he was greeted with a rather drunk sounding someone who was most definitely not Hoseok.
"Hey Yoongi...erm, are you drunk? No, nevermind, why are you answering Hoseok's phone? Where are you?" He replied, both curious and worried about the state of his hyungs.
"Ohhh J-Hoppieee's a little tied up right now, I think he's throwing up hold on-" Jimin pulled the phone away from his ear as Yoongi carelessly muffled the phone with his hand, shouting something that sounded like his boyfriend's name. After a moment the muffling sound stopped, and Yoongi was back. "Yeah, yeah, he's throwing up a little. Juss...just a little we had a little to drink cos see Hope thought it would be a good idea to go to a hotel so we did and now we're here and there's a minibar and and why did you call again?" Yoongi rambled. Jimin sat in silence for a moment, wondering where on earth he should begin with his questions when he remembered about the letter.
"Well, see, I found this letter on the breakfast bar and it's for Hoseok...I didn't mean to read it but I did and well...I got curious. Also I guess seen as you two obviously aren't coming home tonight what I should do with it? Does he want the others knowing about it?" Jimin asked, surprised that he'd managed to get all of that out without being interrupted.
"Oh yeah isn't that so cool? Well I think it's really cool but the whole thing's made Hoseok freak out which is why we left the dorm and stuff so hey Hoseok what should Cricket do with your letter?" Jimin frowned a little at Yoongi's nickname, but waited patiently for him to reply, obviously having made his way into the bathroom with Hoseok. "Yeah yeah okay he said to put the letter under his pillow and don't tell the others and also that he's mad at you for finding out but don't tell the others and thank you for finding the letter and telling him before telling the others so dontelltheotherskay?" Yoongi slurred out. Jimin once again paused before answering.
"Okay, okay, I won't tell anyone what I found. Can you please be careful, hyung?" He said, not even sure if Yoongi was still listening.
"Yesssir Jiminnie sir I'll see you laterrrssssir." and with that, cut the call. Jimin stayed sat on the bed for a moment, staring at his phone, wondering if that conversation had actually just happened. He sighed, hid the letter as he said he would, and made his way back into their living area.
Pairing: Suga/J-Hope, others to come
Rating: NC-17 overall
Chapter: 1/?
Summary: After Hoseok inherits a fortune from his father, he believes his already happy life will become even more extraordinary. What he doesn't see coming is how his new-found riches end up shaking himself and his relationships to their very core. Disorder, betrayal and addiction ensue. Welcome to heartbreak.
This will be the first multi-chaptered fic I've ever written, so forgive me if I get lost a little on the way. I can't promise regular updates, especially as I am going back to uni soon and won't have all that much time to write, but I promise I'll try my best!
The story starts out with Suga and J-Hope in an establised relationship, but other pairings will follow. Snaps if you can guess whose involved.
Shamelessly crossposted across the internet.
Hoseok had never really known much about his father. He was very much the absentee parent, Hoseok and his sister being raised by their mother and stepfather from such a young age that Hoseok could barely remember any different. He saw his father occasionally, but the visits were always rushed - a fancy meal in a plush restaurant, his father quickly covering the basics, checking up on their grades and schoolwork, rewarding them with more allowance if they had done well. They were a formal affair, more like a business meeting than a family get together, and his father always seemed preoccupied and eager to leave, although he tried to cover it up. More often than not he would leave before dessert, simply waiting for his children to order, then paying the bill and leaving without so much as a backward glance.
The older Hoseok got, the less he saw his father. He didn't approve of Hoseok's desire to become an idol, thinking it frivolous, wanting him to study business and finance like his sister rather than pursue his talent for music and dance. He'd always hinted at his children that he wanted them to take over his business, but never actually divulged any information on what his business was. Hoseok hated that his father just expected them to follow him blindly, and he asked him time and time again what he did, where he worked, who he worked for, but his father always deflected his questions, telling him that he should have faith and follow his sister's example. There had been a particularly nasty row after Hoseok got signed by Big Hit, declaring once and for all that he had no intention of honouring his father's wishes. After that, he saw his father even less, unlike his sister, who seemed to become more and more like their father every time she saw him. So when his father died shortly after Hoseok's 20th birthday, he found himself somewhat unaffected, like he had been grieving this loss years before it happened.
Hoseok knew his father had been rich. He'd had a pretty average life growing up, and just assumed that his mother refused any aid his dad had offered a long time ago, and since then he had given up, simply putting money into their allowances instead (which his mother insisted on them putting a good portion of into savings). He just...didn't ever know how rich.
Which was why now, at 21 years old, holding a letter detailing the inheritance his father had specifically left him, he was having trouble not throwing up at the incomprehensible amount he had been left.
His hands shook.
Part One
After several minutes steadying himself and much deep breathing, Hoseok walked into the kitchen where Yoongi was eating breakfast, kissed him lightly on the back of his head and sat down next to him. He slid the letter onto the table and rested his head in his arms. Yoongi looked over to him, and with a mouth full of cereal asked, "You okay?"
Hoseok sighed, quickly glanced around the room to make sure that they were alone, put his head back down and mumbled "My inheritance is really big."
Yoongi frowned down at him, not exactly in the right state of mind to decipher his boyfriend's somewhat conflicting state this early in the morning. Not one for treading lightly, he replied, "Yeah I thought you knew that already. What's the problem?"
"No, I mean it's really big. Bigger than I ever thought. Big enough to span several hundred hedonistic lifetimes and still have enough left over to buy a space station."
"A space station? Are you fucking serious?"
"Well no, but it's still ridiculous, okay? I have this existential-crisis inducing, ridiculously large sum of money sitting in a bank account that I did absolutely nothing to earn and I don't even want to think about how my father made it all and I can do whatever the fuck I want with it. It's too much!"
"Oh uh...wow." Yoongi turned towards Hoseok properly, forgetting about his breakfast for the moment. He put a hand on Hoseok's shoulder, rubbing it gently, coaxing him into sitting up properly so he could look his boyfriend in the eye. "Are you okay?" Hoseok shrugged a little, glancing down before replying.
"I don't know. Not really. I'm not sure. It's just weird, y'know? I'd half expected my dad to have written me out of his will altogether, and now..." He trailed off, getting lost in his own thoughts. He got up from the breakfast bar and walked back towards the bedrooms, then stopped and turned around. "Let's get drunk."
Yoongi just looked at him. "Hoseok, it's not even 10am yet."
"I don't care! I'm rich!" He gave a slight, mirthless laugh. "It's not as if we're doing anything this weekend. Come on! Maybe I'll figure out what to do with it all when I'm really, really drunk. I know! We can...we can book into some swanky hotel for the night and order room service and drink the minibar dry. It's not like I don't have the money!"
Yoongi started walking over to him. "Don't you think that sounds a little crazy? Yes you're a rich kid now, but don't let it go to your head, there's no need to have to end up spending all that money on rehab of some sort." He stood in front of Hoseok, giving him his best I'm-your-wise-hyung-listen-to-me stare.
"Oh, come off it, it's just one night, I'm entitled to that." Yoongi raised his eyebrows, not convinced. Hoseok raised his game, and with a small smirk added "Plus, we can have lots of loud, uninterrupted, possibly drunken sex?"
And really, how could Yoongi say no to that.
---
Later that day, Taehyung, Jimin and Namjoon made their way into the dorm, tired out after trying to outdo each other at the gym. Taehyung went straight through to the seating area, sprawling out on the sofa with a loud sigh, not even thinking about how the sofa was, most unusually, lacking the presence of two guys playing video games. Namjoon and Jimin both hung back in the kitchen, Namjoon starting to fix up a quick dinner for the guys, Jimin splashing his face with water and trying to cool himself down. "Suga! Hoseok! Get your lazy asses in here, help me make dinner." Namjoon shouted into the uncharacteristically quiet dorm. As he started staring into the fridge for inspiration, Jimin noticed the letter on the table, picked it up and almost choked on his own tongue after skimming it for a minute. "You okay?" Namjoon asked, without actually looking over to Jimin.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm just gonna go find the others." He mumbled, discreetly sliding the letter into his pocket and walking off down the hall. Stopping outside one of the bedrooms, he knocked loudly on the door and called "Hope? Yoongi?" before entering slowly, not wanting to walk in on one of their fuckfests. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the room was empty, shut the door and sat down on one of the beds. He then pulled out his phone and dialled Hoseok. It rang for a while, and Jimin was sure it was going to go to answer phone when-
"Jimin! Jiminnie, Jiminnie Cricket my man, wasssuup!" Jimin's heart flipped a little as he was greeted with a rather drunk sounding someone who was most definitely not Hoseok.
"Hey Yoongi...erm, are you drunk? No, nevermind, why are you answering Hoseok's phone? Where are you?" He replied, both curious and worried about the state of his hyungs.
"Ohhh J-Hoppieee's a little tied up right now, I think he's throwing up hold on-" Jimin pulled the phone away from his ear as Yoongi carelessly muffled the phone with his hand, shouting something that sounded like his boyfriend's name. After a moment the muffling sound stopped, and Yoongi was back. "Yeah, yeah, he's throwing up a little. Juss...just a little we had a little to drink cos see Hope thought it would be a good idea to go to a hotel so we did and now we're here and there's a minibar and and why did you call again?" Yoongi rambled. Jimin sat in silence for a moment, wondering where on earth he should begin with his questions when he remembered about the letter.
"Well, see, I found this letter on the breakfast bar and it's for Hoseok...I didn't mean to read it but I did and well...I got curious. Also I guess seen as you two obviously aren't coming home tonight what I should do with it? Does he want the others knowing about it?" Jimin asked, surprised that he'd managed to get all of that out without being interrupted.
"Oh yeah isn't that so cool? Well I think it's really cool but the whole thing's made Hoseok freak out which is why we left the dorm and stuff so hey Hoseok what should Cricket do with your letter?" Jimin frowned a little at Yoongi's nickname, but waited patiently for him to reply, obviously having made his way into the bathroom with Hoseok. "Yeah yeah okay he said to put the letter under his pillow and don't tell the others and also that he's mad at you for finding out but don't tell the others and thank you for finding the letter and telling him before telling the others so dontelltheotherskay?" Yoongi slurred out. Jimin once again paused before answering.
"Okay, okay, I won't tell anyone what I found. Can you please be careful, hyung?" He said, not even sure if Yoongi was still listening.
"Yesssir Jiminnie sir I'll see you laterrrssssir." and with that, cut the call. Jimin stayed sat on the bed for a moment, staring at his phone, wondering if that conversation had actually just happened. He sighed, hid the letter as he said he would, and made his way back into their living area.