:･ﾟ☆✧ No more irony!

“Aish. Jimin, you wait! I’ll mess with you extra hard when it’s my turn!” Hoseok smiled evilly, making Jimin nervous. He immediately stopped laughing.

“Oh no, I’m scared now…” Jimin laughed again, nervous this time.

“Don’t be, Hoseok already had his turn, so he can’t do anything to you,” Yoongi reassured from behind Hoseok.

Hoseok immediately pushed Yoongi away.

“Hey... don’t ruin my plans!” Hoseok whined after seeing Jimin smirk. 

After they finished filming, the boys went back to the dorm to eat, then headed to bed. Of course, that didn’t work out for Jimin and Hoseok.

As Jimin walked to his room, he was pushed against a wall, hands pinned above his head. He knew exactly who it was.

“Hobi, what are you doing?” he asked nervously.

“You think you’re can get away with what happened earlier? Laughing at me when I’m annoyed? I was going to mess with you either way, but now there’s no cameras...” Hoseok growled, whispering the last part. 

“Hoseok, I’m-”

“Sorry? It’s too late for apologies. We’re doing this my way. That is, until you push me away. Weren’t those the rules to the game?” Hoseok grinned brightly. Oh the duality of this man...

Hoseok frowned when Jimin didn’t respond. 

“Answer me.” He demanded, gripping Jimin’s hair.

“Ah-- Yes, those are the rules..” Jimin answered wincing at his hair being pulled, even though he secretly loved it.

“I will chop your dick off.”

“Ugh, I love it when you talk dirty~” Taehyung fake moaned, removing his clothes and tossing them to the side.

“Oh my god shut the fuck up,” (Y/n) couldn’t hold back their laughter.

Taehyung picked up (Y/n)’s shirt and stared at it like it was a puzzle. 

“Is something wrong with my shirt?” (Y/n) asked, picking up Taehyung’s clothes to put on.

“I never realized how…small you were…” Taehyung mumbled with a small grin on his face.

(Y/n) felt their face heat up in embarrassment. 

“S-shut up and put the stupid shirt on…” (Y/n) pouted.

After they both put each other’s clothes on, (Y/n) and Taehyung turned to face each other. (Y/n) immediately noticed how tight their shirt was on Taehyung. Their pants wouldn’t even go all the way up Tae’s legs. He looked like a gangster in a tight crop top. 

Typically, Taehyung would immediately start teasing (Y/n) for staring, but he was very distracted. His clothes on (Y/n) were so baggy, they made (Y/n) smaller than Taehyung ever thought possible. The long sleeves gave (Y/n) the cutest sweater paws, and Taehyung had no idea what to do with himself.

“A-ah…cute,” Taehyung muttered quietly, turning red. 

It was at that moment Taehyung realized that he was also being stared at. Of course, he had to get cocky about it.

“Yah! I don’t have eyes in my stomach!” Taehyung scolded, quickly getting (Y/n)’s attention.

“S-sorry hyung…” (Y/n) looked at the ground, playing with the hem of Taehyung’s shirt.

“I was joking. Don’t be sorry, you can’t help it, it’s only natural.” Taehyung took (Y/n)’s hand to make them stop playing with the shirt.

“Taehyung… Wait, why is your face so red?” (Y/n) asked, suddenly noticing Taehyung’s blush. 

“Since when were you so invested in what my body is doing?” Taehyung raised a brow as he looked down at the smaller figure.

“Because I wanted to know if you would admit that you’re blushing or not,” (Y/n) answered bluntly. making Taehyung’s eyes widen in shock.

“Hh- Why should it matter that I’m blushing if we are dating? You make no sense…” Taehyung pouted.

“You’re always making me blush, but I can never get you to blush!” (Y/n” whined.

“Aw, Tiny... You always make me blush, you just can't see it from all the way down there,” Taehyung ruffled (Y/n)’s hair.

(Y/n) smiled at the nickname that they pretended to hate.

“Alright, I’ll take your short joke this time. Should we go back to the video?” (Y/n) suggested.

“I’m putting in as much effort as I can, hyung.” Jimin sighed, rubbing his arm anxiously. 

“It’s not like me to say this, but work harder, Jimin,” Jin bit harshly.

“Hyung that’s-” Namjoon tried to interject but Jimin cut him off.

“-No, he’s right. I’m sorry.” Jimin said quietly, leaving to hide in his room. 

After seeing Jimin’s defeated expression, Jin knew he went too far. He was far too prideful to immediately apologize, but he still felt a pang of guilt. 

“You’ve done it now, hyung...” Jungkook mumbled.

“You should talk to him. He sounded kind of hurt.” Hoseok suggested.

“But he isn’t arguing! He said I was right, so there’s nothing wrong!” Jin argued, knowing fully well that wasn’t the case.

“Hyung.” Namjoon warned, making Jin sigh.

“Fine, I’ll go talk to him.” Jin announced before seeking out Jimin. 

He placed his hand on Jimin’s door before knocking with the other hand. 

“Jimin-ie, can I come in?” Jin asked quietly.

There was a quiet shuffling before Jimin opened the door, eyes slightly red from crying. 

“H-hyung.. is something wrong?” Jimin asked quietly.

Jin said nothing, enveloping Jimin in a loving hug.

“Jimin-ie, you’re very amazing. I’m so sorry for saying those mean things, I didn’t mean it. Is there something bothering you?” Jin asked quietly, pulling away to scan the room. 

He spotted an open letter on Jimin’s desk. Doesn’t Jimin always read fanmail with us? Why haven’t I seen this?, Jin wondered

He freed Jimin from his grasp, going to take a closer look at the letter. 

“Ah hyung, maybe you shouldn’t...” Jimin trailed off as Jin read through the horrid hate-mail.

“This... this is so terrible. Why didn’t you tell us?” Jin went back to hugging Jimin, who was silently sobbing.

“I-I’m sorry hyung. I didn’t want to bother the others..” Jimin mumbled.

“Bother? This is important. Promise to never keep this from us again. We care about you.” Jin scolded, though this time with a loving tone. Jimin nodded quietly, hiding his face in Jin’s chest.

“Okay... I promise, hyung.” Jimin mumbled, his words muffled by Jin’s shirt.