10: The two of you are about to kiss, but he gets a call.
14: Ā āAre you mad at me?ā
You roll your lips together letting out a soft sigh leaning your head against the back of the couch. You close your eyes listening to the quiet sounds of the television and your boyfriendās conversation he is having over the phone. It is not often that you get to spend time with Donghyun, and much less the two of you being able to have time alone together. Donghyun rests his hand on the top of your head running his fingers through your hair while he continues to talk.
āIām with YāN,ā he says softly, you tilt your head back to look up at him,Ā āgive me another hour,ā he near whispers the call ending shortly after.
āDo you have to leave?ā You murmur, he hums moving back around the couch sitting next to you.
āAre you mad at me?ā He hesitates.
You shake your head shifting closer to him, resting your head against his shoulder:Ā āYour manager and Youngmin on the other hand,ā you trail off.
āHey, itās not Youngminās fault, just our manager,ā Donghyun says with a laugh which you return,Ā āIāll make it up to you next week, I should be free,ā Donghyun says softly pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
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this somehow became some ultimate angst fam and iām sorry. Ā also this is completely unbetaed and i just wrote it all at once and itās 3am so i cannot claim that this is quality ā¦ at all. Ā iām like 90% sure my grammar is a complete mess tbh. Ā iām not even sure if half of this even makes sense. Ā also this is literally over 2 months late and iām sorry.
warnings: none, Ā just jimin being a dense motherfucker.
Jimin couldnāt focus. Ā His mind was everywhere but the practice room, everywhere but the present. Ā Time and time again, Jimin found himself stumbling at points where he had been able to do the choreography in his sleep. Ā It was frustrating to say the least. Ā Heād gone to practice to get his mind off of him, yet it had only served to do exactly the opposite.
Every time Jimin glanced into the mirror, he saw Hoseokās eyes staring back at him. Ā Any time he could hear himself think over the music, Hoseokās ā5, 6, 7, 8ā ran around his head, playing over and over again. Ā Even in the place Jimin once found to be his escape, Hoseok managed to invade it, painting his presence over every nook and cranny.
Jimin honestly wanted to cry.
Heād known Hoseok three years, and the whole time heād been trying to fight the initial attraction. Ā He pushed the elder away, struggled to keep himself from swooning at Hoseokās smile and kept himself guarded. Ā However, no one was better at breaking down walls than Jung Hoseok, so there Jimin wasācompletely unguarded and bare.
Years of denying Jung Hoseok had only managed to screw him over worse in the end.
Now here he was, sitting against the mirror of the practice room, music shut off in frustration, drowning in sweat and finally letting out the sobs that had been dying to come out for months. Ā He wasnāt even sure at what point that his walls had fallen completely, at what point Hoseok had become the last piece of his puzzleāthe piece that had been missing for far too long. Ā He wasnāt sure at what point heād finally loosened his grip on the world he created, the world he controlled, to face reality, but he was sure that he couldnāt go back.
You can tell me anything, Hoseok told him earlier, trying to be comforting. Ā He saw straight through Jiminās strained smile, like he always had. Ā He told Jimin it was okay to not be okay, told him to rest and that he didnāt need to talk if he didnāt want to.
But Hoseok was wrong, because Jimin couldnāt tell him anything. Ā He couldnāt tell Hoseok had hard heād fallen for him, how much it hurt because he was sure Hoseok was straight. Ā He was just Jung Hoseokās friend, and thatās all he ever would beāand it hurt. Ā But he would get over it, he would have to get over it, and he knew he could.
If he could get Hoseok out of his head for one goddamn second, that is.
āIf only I didnāt love you,ā was all Jimin could whimper out, unaware that Hoseok stood at the door. Ā Unaware that Hoseok could hear him. Ā Unaware that Hoseok felt the same goddamn way. Ā Unaware at just how dense he was. Ā āThis would all be a lot fucking easier.ā
fyi this takes place like. Ā around inu era. Ā and they end up together in the end bcuz for once i need to not write about jihope breaking up.
āCome kill this spider in my kitchen,ā you say through the phone.
āDude,ā Donghyun says with a laugh.
āDonāt call me dude Iām your girlfriend,ā you interject before he can continue.
This only makes him laugh more and you cannot help but return his amusement. It takes him at least two minutes to stop laughing and finally talk again.
āWhy canāt you kill it yourself?ā He muses.
āI donāt want to,ā you say flatly.
This leads to more laughter from him and you cannot help but to return it as well:Ā āIāll take it outside, give me a few minutes to put clothes on.ā
You hum in agreement before the two of you say your goodbyes and he ends the call. You sit at your kitchen table watching the spider. It is not really doing anything that bothers you, but the thought of having more spiders like it in your apartment terrifies you. It does not take Donghyun long to get to your apartment, living in the same building is a blessing most of the time.
āWhere is it?ā He asks.
You point towards the window sill where the spider had taken up residence. Donghyun takes out one of your paper plates and grabs a glass using them to trap the spider in the cup easily.
āHow did you catch it so easy?ā You mutter under your breath.
āIāll take it outside, Iāll be back in a minute,ā he says.
He holds up the cup and plate containing the spider before he starts towards your door once more.
