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Ever since he can remember, Hoseok has always been referred to as positive.

Optimistic. Bright. Joyful. Cheerful. Radiant. Jubilant. Hopeful. You name it— if the basic meaning of the word is “a positive attitude”, then Hoseok’s been called that by his relatives, his teachers, and even his friends.

Looking back now, he blames it on his smile. Charming, dazzling, and huge. Heart-shaped, too. As a child, none of the neighborhood ahjummas had ever been able to resist him, which resulted in the pockets of his tiny overalls to be constantly filled with candy. He discovered early on just how powerful his smile was, and he learned how to master it when he was just a kid.

Admittedly, it served well when he wanted to get himself out of prickly situations with his parents and with teachers, and he may or may not have resorted to his charms to escape from trouble more than once. However, and more importantly, he found that his smile and his positive attitude also worked wonders in other people; that it could help them stop crying and make them smile. And that feeling, the feeling of knowing that other people were happy because of you, was priceless.

The thing is, right now, right at this very moment, he doesn’t feel like smiling.

At all.

And not only that, but he actually feels like punching every single smiling person in his immediate perimeter.

Starting from two certain traitorous little shits he thought were his friends.

“Come on, hyung, it’s not so bad,” Jimin tells him, laughing and smirking like the goddamn imp he is while he stretches his legs on a nearby boulder. (Little does he know, he is first on Hoseok’s hit list). He’s all geared up in stupid and colorful hiking clothes, a stark contrast to Hoseok’s own regular, everyday outfit. “You’ll love it. The sights are beautiful at the top, you’ll see!”

“I don’t care,” Hoseok says, glaring up at Jimin from where he’s sitting on an old wooden bench, arms crossed over his chest and scowling so deeply that he hopes even Jimin’s ancestors feel offended. “I’m not going up. No way.”

“Oh, come on,” Taehyung, number two on his hit list, laughs, plopping down on the seat right next to Hoseok slinging his arm around his shoulders. “What about the picnic? You were excited about that, weren’t you?”

Hoseok huffs, shrugging Taehyung’s arm off him and slumping even more on the seat. They are the base of a mountain. A fucking mountain. Now, Hoseok enjoys nature. He likes parks and he loves the beach; he likes playing on the snow, and he loves flowers. But mountains? Not his cup of tea, exactly. It’s not that he hates them, but he’s never been particularly into them, either. Camping, hiking, trekking, rock climbing— he’s never been remotely interested in doing any of those things. He knows Taehyung and Jimin enjoy climbing hills and that they sometimes take a weekend off in order to sleep in the forest, where all the bugs and the tigers and the spiders are, and it’s awesome that they do, it really is, but Hoseok thinks he would have to be crazy to willingly give up on his comfy bed to sleep on dirt, where a wild animal can kill him in his sleep. Not to mention, he’s terribly afraid of heights.

“I’ve never been excited about anything, ever, in my life, and I want to go back,” he complains, childishly, but he can’t bring himself to care. Jimin laughs again, stretching his arms like he would before dancing, but for as much as they are enjoying his pain, it seems he really does get through to Taehyung, if only a little.

“Did you really not suspect anything when you saw us dressed in our hiking clothes?” he asks in a gentle voice, reaching for Hoseok again and stroking his neck amorously.

“I mean, I thought it was weird, yeah, but you guys always do weird stuff,” Hoseok replies, letting Taehyung caress his neck because at least he’s being nicer about this (even if he’s no less of a dirty scammer than Jimin is). “You said it was a picnic on – and I quote – the ‘outskirts of the city’. How the hell was I supposed to know you planned to come to goddamn Bukhansan?”

“But we didn’t lie!” Jimin nearly exclaims, grinning and clearly enjoying himself. “We are going to have a picnic on the outskirts of the city! We just didn’t specify the location of it!”

“But you know I hate hiking!”

“No, we don’t, and you don’t either! Hyung, you’ve never gone hiking before! Why don’t you give it a chance?”

“Because I’m wearing Converse and jeans, maybe?” Hoseok huffs, so frustrated now that he ends up pushing Taehyung’s arm away again. “I’m gonna slip on a fucking pebble and break my face, I can see it, and I don’t give a fuck if you have to sell your kidneys to pay for my facial restoration, you little—”

“—uh, guys?” someone says, all of a sudden, and when Hoseok looks up he really, really wants to die.

Ever since he can remember, Hoseok has been referred to as positive, but right here, right now, the emotions swirling up inside his chest and making one hell of a nasty cocktail are anything but positive.

Right here, right now, he doesn’t only feel angry, betrayed, and frustrated, but he also feels mortified, uncomfortable, self-conscious, and like his heart could explode in his chest, leading him to a very painful death.

Right here, right now, standing next to Jimin in heavy hiking shoes, black hiking pants and a dark blue hiking sweater (the ones that stick a little bit to the person’s body, because the universe has no mercy whatsoever), stands Hoseok’s kryptonite.

Jeon Jungkook.

The pretty, amazing, there-ain’t-nothing-he-can’t-do Jungkook, with his bunny smile, his cotton candy heart, and his big bad wolf body.

Jungkook met and befriended Jimin at a random class at the beginning of the year, and he’d been in the picture ever since. Living with a social creature like Jimin for over a couple of years, Hoseok had already gotten used to going home to finding either Taehyung, his boyfriend, or any of his friends. It was fine. Hoseok was social too, and he too invited his own friends over quite often. But the first time Hoseok met Jungkook was kind of amazing.

None of that ‘love at first sight’ bullshit, but probably just around the corner. They played Call of Duty together and Jungkook swept the floor with him like nobody ever could before, and after that, they all had beer and chicken together on the floor of the living room. Jungkook was as much of a lightweight as he was, so after three beers and half a bottle of soju each, when Jimin and Taehyung were nowhere to be found, they passed out on the couch and slept embracing each other, all tangled up like a couple of newlyweds.

From that moment on, Hoseok was cursed, and whenever Jungkook and he saw each other, there was this weird ‘we slept together because we passed out drunk on our first meeting, but I respect you’ aura hanging between them that hadn’t dissipated yet, even months later, and that was only worsened by the crush that Hoseok started to develop on the younger boy.

It got even worse when Jimin got Jungkook to join their university’s dance club. From then on, Hoseok was forced to deal with the cutest, loveliest boy he’d ever met and his ridiculous crush on him not only in his house, but also in dance club, at school. He was forced to see Jungkook not only laughing and whining when Hoseok pushed his kart off the Mario Kart level, but also doing body rolls and hip thrusts, with his white shirts sticking to his body, and his brown hair drenched in sweat.

Needless to say, his crush grew to stratospheric heights in record time, but he never, ever dared to ask him out. Not even when he sometimes felt Jungkook's eyes lingering on him for a moment too long, or his strong arms holding him a little too tightly during their random wrestling sessions. Call Hoseok a coward, but get yourselves friends like Jimin and Taehyung, and you might consider it self-preservation. Who knew what kind of information would they be willing to disclose if Hoseok and Jungkook started dating? And not only that, but there was also the question of what would happen if they dated for a while, but things turned out wrong in the end. Jungkook befriended them first before meeting him, and breaking up would only mess things up in their little group, so what was even the point of trying? He was just content staring and admiring Jungkook from a short distance, hugging him a little too close if he got a chance, but ultimately keeping his hands and his feelings to himself.

Seeing Jungkook there, Hoseok immediately gets reminded of that incident a few days ago where he may have let it slip to Jimin (while drunk, obviously, because he’s not dumb enough to confide to Jimin that he has the hots for his new best friend) that he wouldn’t mind choking to death between Jungkook’s thighs, or against his chest while having an aggressive cuddling session.

Big mistake.

Jimin told him the next morning not to worry, that he wouldn’t say a word to anyone, but then—

Then he and his evil boyfriend scammed him, invited him on a nice picnic outside of town, but brought him to a stupid mountain instead, and they had the audacity not to tell him that Jungkook would be there.

Friendship, Hoseok learns, is a lie.

Jungkook has a ridiculous metallic stick in one of his hands, a black backpack slung over both shoulders like some nerd, and an awful, terrible, adorable smile of embarrassment that he just wants to smooch to death.

He’s so well-prepared for this, that Hoseok wants to barf all over his ridiculous Converse and his jeans.

Maybe that way he will have a legitimate excuse to go back.

“I’m sorry I’m late. I couldn’t find my hiking pole anywhere. Have you been waiting for too long—?” Jungkook starts, his smile growing with every word, until his eyes spot Hoseok and he stops talking. He almost freezes, actually, and his already wide eyes widen even more. “Oh, hyung, hi!” He says, his voice evidently strained but also… sunny? Warm? “I… I didn’t know you’d be here,” he finishes, smiling in what appears to be nervousness, and it actually appeases the anger in Hoseok a little bit— to see him smile.

(He can see Taehyung’s and Jimin’s smirks through the corner of his eye, so that kind of balances out the influx of peace that Jungkook’s pretty smile gives him).

“That makes two of us,” Hoseok replies, sighs, and decides that he’ll behave for now (he won’t skin Taehyung and Jimin alive for now, at least, if only for Jungkook’s sake). The younger raises an eyebrow and tilts his head slightly in confusion, little smile still in place.

“What?” he asks, and wow, Hoseok is really weak for him. He can already feel himself smiling again.

“It’s a long story,” he answers, standing up from the bench. Jungkook is taller than him by a good few centimeters, so even standing up he has to tilt his head upwards to look at him, if only a little bit. “But basically, these two rats scammed me. They told me we were going to have a picnic and brought me here.”

“But we are having a picnic!” Jimin insists, punching Hoseok’s arm without real force. “Just… a few several hundred meters above sea level. No biggie,” he says, and Jungkook has the audacity to laugh and make himself even cuter in the process. Hoseok regrets standing up because now his knees are all wobbly. He hates it. He hates Jungkook (not really). He hates hiking. But especially, he hates Jimin and Taehyung. Jimin goes on as if Hoseok wasn’t having a hard time keeping himself upright, the little shit. “Anyway, we should get started soon if we plan to be at the first peak by noon. We can have lunch there, or on the second peak, but—”

“—wait, wait, wait. Hold on. ‘First peak’? ‘Second peak’? What do you mean? There’s more than one?”

“There’s, uh… there’s three, actually,” Jungkook answers, sounding genuinely apologetic, as if any of this was his fault, and scratching his head.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake— seriously?! and we have to climb them all?!”

“I mean, we don’t have to, but once you’re up there, will you really care?” Taehyung asks him, and Hoseok really has to stop himself from smacking the back of his stupid bleached head.

“I’m pretty sure I will want to die up there just as fervently as I want to die right now,” he answers, looking up at the mountain in front of them. Tall and proud. A giant mass of rock with patches of deep green here and there, covered by clear fog that streams like a slow, slow river.

The sight is beautiful, that much can’t be denied, but Hoseok is still mad. Mad that his friends betrayed him like this, making him believe they would have a peaceful picnic in a peaceful park somewhere outside of Seoul, but bringing him on their hiking trip, instead, and bringing Jeon Jungkook along without warning, even when they both know (or, at least Jimin knows) that he has a horrendous crush on the kid.

“Hyung, if you’re really angry and you really don’t wanna do this, you can go home. Really. I’m sorry. I guess we did go a little overboard, so if you wanna go back, you should do it before we start going up…” Taehyung tells him, and he has the decency to look a little embarrassed and apologetic. He scratches his arm and he looks down, kicking a little pebble that was inoffensively lying on the dirt. “We thought it’d be fun to come together, but if you’re just going to suffer, then… you don’t have to stay.”

However, Hoseok huffs, because as noble as Taehyung is trying to be, he is also putting him in an awful situation. He fears that if he goes home, Jungkook will think he is a pussy (which actually means short for pusillanimous) and a weak piece of shit, and the next time they see each other in dance club or back at his place, his eyes won’t sparkle with admiration and warmth the way they always do when he looks at him, and Hoseok can’t stand for that.

“Nah. Whatever. I’m already here, anyway, so there’s no point in going back,” he says, looking at Taehyung while he speaks (though he’d be lying if he said he isn’t dying to look in Jungkook’s direction instead, because he can feel his wide doe eyes on him, and they’re the only thing that could bring him comfort right now).

“So you’re coming with us, hyung?” Jungkook says, and god bless him for speaking up, because now he has a legitimate excuse to look at him.

“I… Yeah.”

Jungkook cracks a broad, bright, blinding grin at that, and a sweet warmth wraps itself around Hoseok’s heart.

Okay, maybe it won’t be so bad, after all. He just has to stay positive.

“I hope you’re aware that I’m going to murder you in your sleep when you least expect it, Park Jimin,” Hoseok says under his breath into Jimin’s ear, a deceitfully friendly arm wrapped around his shoulders as they walk towards the beginning of the hiking trail. Taehyung and Jungkook are only a few meters behind them, but the crunchy noise of their footsteps on the gravelly ground is loud enough for them not to hear them.

“You’ll thank me for this, hyung, I know it,” the younger says, confidently.

“What I know is that if I do slip and break my face, you and Tae will have to not only pay for it, but also face my mom’s rage.”

Jimin chuckles impishly, patting Hoseok’s shoulder.

“Why don’t you ask Jungkook to let you use his hiking pole? I’m sure he won’t mind,” he says, shooting a saucy smirk up at him.

Hoseok gasps, his eyes opening wider when he realizes what he means. (It’s not that he doesn’t like penis jokes; it’s just that his intentions with Jungkook are –mostly— pure). “Yah, you dirty—!”

But before Hoseok has even finished talking, Jimin has already freed himself from his hug and spun around on his heels to look back at the younger boys and wave at them.

“—hey, you two, hurry up! We’re on a tight schedule, remember?”

All Hoseok can do as Taehyung and Jungkook speed up to catch up with them, the former going to grab Jimin’s wrist to pull him into a brief kiss before they resume walking together, and the latter reaching his own side and meeting him with a gentle smile (rather than a kiss, unfortunately), is sigh, softly, and try not to think about Jungkook’s metaphorical hiking pole.

“Hyung, are you alright?” Jungkook asks him, around forty minutes up the trail. It’s a rocky path, mostly dry in spite of the vegetation in the surroundings and the humidity in the air, but it’s not difficult or ugly. However, it’s still exhausting, and Hoseok finds himself panting heavily pretty much from the get go. He’s used to intense workout and movement, but this type of exercise is completely different, and he’s tired.

Not to mention, there are bugs everywhere.

“I’m okay,” he says, bent over with his hands on his knees while he struggles to catch his breath from the steep climb they finished just now. It hasn’t escaped his mind that Taehyung and Jimin are far ahead while Jungkook has stuck around him all along, but he doesn’t know whether he should be happy or mortified about it.

“You sure?” the younger asks, his voice coming from way closer than Hoseok first thought he was. He tries waving him off, but suddenly, there’s a hand on his back guiding him somewhere. He trusts in it, and in a moment, he finds himself sitting on a rock with Jungkook crouching next to him, his hand still on his back, if only a little bit lower than they were before. Not that Hoseok minds. “We can take it easy. Our schedule is not that tight, don’t listen to Jimin.”

Hoseok scoffs and nearly chokes on a chuckle, but he looks at Jungkook with a little embarrassed smile that only grows when he sees Jungkook’s own smile. Bright and pretty, just as always. “I can’t believe you guys do this for fun. My lungs will collapse.”

Jungkook laughs at that, unexpectedly, and his fingers curl slightly against the lower part of his back.

“You’re doing fine, hyung. Honestly,” he reassures him, and although Hoseok knows he’s lying, he lets him be.

“Thanks,” he tells him, and if they stay like that for a moment too long, with Hoseok sitting on a dumb rock that is digging into his ass cheek and with Jungkook crouching on the rocky ground next to him, both of them looking at each other like losers, then nobody has to know. Especially not Jimin and Taehyung.

“Ready to keep going?” Jungkook asks him a few minutes later, after they’ve stopped looking at each other so Hoseok could hydrate himself properly with the extra bottles of water that Jungkook brought along (because of course he came prepared, with a total of four liters of purified water in his backpack).

“Yup, as good as new,” Hoseok replies, and he almost surprises himself with how honest he sounds.

“There’s not much left until we reach the first peak, luckily,” the younger tells him as he adjusts the straps of his backpack. While they rested, he took off his hiking sweater thing, so now he’s left only in his t-shirt. (Un)luckily, it’s black instead of his usual white ones, but instead of it being loose, it sticks to his body and it shows off the shapes of his biceps and his pecs. It’s terrible. Hoseok can’t help but stare and follow the lines of Jungkook’s body while he talks about how pretty Seoul looks from the peak and how he hopes Hoseok won’t regret this trip, all the while Hoseok nods and hums like the fool he is.

“The next part is a little steeper, though,” Jungkook says, then, snapping Hoseok from his daydreaming. “And with your shoes, you’re probably going to hurt yourself or have more trouble climbing, so why don’t you use my hiking pole? I’ve got better shoes. No offense.”

Hoseok blinks at Jungkook, the word ‘hiking pole’ echoing inside his brain, but with Jimin’s voice rather than his own.

“None taken…” Hoseok replies, grimacing a little when Jungkook stretches his arm to hand him his pole, and, wow. Muscles. Those are a thing. And they flex.

“Take it, hyung, come on,” Jungkook laughs, moving a little closer and pretty much shoving the stick into one of Hoseok’s hands after he stalled for a moment too long. Their hands touch, and it’s electric. It makes all the alarms in Hoseok’s body go off, but it also makes him deaf to them. Jungkook is touching him and their hands are lingering, and they are looking at each other. Whatever cheap romantic comedy they’re in, Hoseok wants it to be finished now.

“Yeah, yeah, okay. Thank you! Wow!” he says, finally reacting, adding energy and sunshine into his voice and making Jungkook laugh again.

“Don’t hurt yourself. It won’t be funny if you fall and hurt yourself,” his words have Hoseok smiling the biggest he’s smiled all day, but before he can thank Jungkook for his consideration, he continues. “Well, as long as you don’t die, I guess it would be funny, actually.”

“Ha, ha,” Hoseok laughs ironically instead of saying the words of gratefulness he had come up with mere seconds ago, but there is no real annoyance in his voice, and his smile remains untouched. “You’re just as evil as Jimin and Taehyung.”

“Probably worse,” Jungkook replies, smiling cheekily in a way that really showcases his front teeth, and it’s so cute, so pretty, that honestly, if Jungkook is really as evil as those other two, Hoseok can’t bring himself to care.

“In that case, you’re lucky you’re cute and I can’t get angry at you,” Hoseok tells him without knowing exactly why. Perhaps it’s the same reason that he’s reaching with his hand to rub Jungkook’s shoulder, lingering there for a moment and stroking all the way to his nape. He’s all sweaty, but instead of finding it gross, Hoseok finds it hot. (He has to ignore the way Jungkook pretty much preens at his words, or the way he all but leans into his touch. It only lasts for a second, but still. Jesus fucking Christ.) “Okay, so, shall we continue?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook says. “Yeah, yeah, let’s go.”

The good news is that Hoseok didn’t die that day.

The bad news is that while they were going down (finally, after reaching the three goddamn peaks of the goddamn mountain and having their goddamn picnic at more than 790 meters above sea level) he fell hard. Like, really hard.

He slipped on a pebble, just like he feared would happen, and he fell, not on his face (thank god), but on his leg.

The reason?

Attempting to save Jungkook from falling when he slipped on a pebble when Hoseok finally dared to ask him if he would like to go out on a date. He managed to save Jungkook, which was good, but in turn, he ended up hurting himself.

So now, he’s sitting on an uncomfortable hospital bed, ugly scratches on his arms and legs, and a brand-new cast on his right leg because, amazingly, he twisted his ankle.

Jimin and Taehyung, for all the evilness they showed during the day, are singing a whole new different song right now. From the moment he fell, they helped him get up and brushed the dirt off his clothes. He swears Jimin almost cried when he tried to help Hoseok up and he almost fell down again because it hurt too much to stand up, and between the two of them, they carried him to the nearest hospital, with Jungkook following them closely, an adorable frown of worry in his face. Right now, the two are at the front desk, getting Hoseok’s paperwork done, so right now, it’s just Jungkook and him (if you don’t count the other patients sitting on the other beds, most of them six-year old kids and their parents).

Hoseok’s ankle hurts like a bitch, and as a dancer, getting his leg injured is probably the worst thing that could happen to him (right after falling off a cliff). So much for trying to stay positive during the day— it turned out it was a major disaster, regardless of his disposition. Ugh. He’s lucky there are still a good few months to go before the dance club presentations, but the lack of activity until he can finally go back to normal are surely going to make him lose his mind—

“—I say yes, by the way,” Jungkook says, literally all of a fucking sudden, cutting through Hoseok’s thoughts and through the chatter and laughter (and crying) of the children in the room, but in such a gentle way that it doesn’t make Hoseok jump.

“What?” Hoseok asks, a little lost, looking up at Jungkook from where he’s sitting at the edge of the bed. Jungkook’s cheeks are slightly rosy, and the color is only accentuated by the awful white fluorescent lights of the clinic. He still has his dumb (but actually very useful) hiking pole, and he looks a little out of place there, looking like a sexy version of some Animal Planet show host in the middle of a hospital room crowded with children.

“You know,” Jungkook answers, shrugging, looking at him with a shy smile on his face. “What you asked me earlier. I say yes to that. I… I want to go out with you.”

“Oh,” Hoseok says, dumbfounded, and feeling his own cheeks starting to get red. “Oh. That’s— oh my god. Really?”

Jungkook nods his head, and it’s cute how energetic his gesture is.

(Everything about him is cute, if you ask Hoseok).

“Really, yeah. I mean, why wouldn’t I?” Jungkook asks, stepping a little closer to Hoseok and placing his free hand on his knee. It’s a subtle gesture, probably an unintentional one, but it has electricity shooting across Hoseok’s entire body.

“I don’t know, maybe you’re playing with me? Maybe this is a dream. A really weird, exhausting, and painful dream. And now, a happy one. Holy shit.”

Jungkook chuckles at that, shaking his head, and the sight makes something squeeze around his heart. Something fluffy but with a strong grip, like a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs. Slowly and hesitantly, he puts his hand on top of Jungkook’s, letting it fall carefully, one finger at a time, to give Jungkook time to pull back.

He doesn’t.

“Would it be too weird if I told you I’ve been dying to do this for months? Or is it just a normal amount of weird?” Hoseok asks, finally daring to slip his fingers between Jungkook’s, squeeze his hand, and tug on it gently to beckon him to move a little closer. He’s not sure what exactly he wants to accomplish; all he knows is that he needs to feel Jungkook a little closer, so when the younger takes another half step towards him and their legs end up pressed together, an immense feeling of unexplainable relief and fuzziness washes over Hoseok.

But it doesn’t stop there.

Jungkook puts his pole down on the floor and leaning against the hospital bed so that he can put his hand on Hoseok’s head, to tangle his fingers in his hair and stroke his scalp (which isn’t a very clean idea if you ask Hoseok, considering how sweaty he is, but he isn’t complaining by any means. Jungkook’s touch feels goddamn amazing).

“Not weird at all, actually,” the younger admits. “It’s the same for me.”

“Oh,” Hoseok says, lamely, while he smiles, also lamely, up at Jungkook. Jungkook is smiling back at him just as lamely, so it’s okay. They can be lame together. “That’s… That’s good to know.”

About three months later, when there is snow falling quietly from the skies and piling up on every surface instead of a raging sun and blood-sucking mosquitoes all around, Jungkook confesses to something.

It’s their one-hundred-day anniversary, and Hoseok has Jungkook shirtless and pinned to his bed while he presses kisses down his neck. Hoseok’s hand is making his way down the younger’s body, carefully bypassing his nipples because he knows how sensitive they are by now, and it isn’t until his fingers are struggling to undo the button of his pants that Jungkook speaks up.

“Hyung,” he starts, his voice dry and breathless. Hoseok just hums in reply, dragging his tongue over the hot skin of Jungkook’s neck while his fingers pull the younger’s zipper down. Jungkook swallows. “Hyung, remember the day you asked me out?”

Aw. Hoseok’s heart squeezes in his chest a little bit.

Is he really going to bring that back, during their celebratory one-hundred-day anniversary sex?

“Yeah, I got scammed by two of my best friends, climbed up the three peaks of a whole ass mountain, and broke my leg, of course I remember,” Hoseok answers, humorously, nipping playfully on the base of Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook chuckles, his fingers threading through Hoseok’s hair tenderly yet pleasurably. “What with it, babe?”

“Well,” Jungkook says, trailing off and pushing Hoseok away so that he can look up at him. His face is unreadable— somewhere between guilty and mischievous. “Don’t get mad, but it was actually me who asked Taehyung and Jimin to bring you along.”

At that, Hoseok can only blink.

Several times.

Maybe it will help him process Jungkook’s words more quickly, but nope.

“You did what?” He asks, maybe a little too dryly, but only because he’s surprised. The younger sighs, the guilt in his expression defeating the mischief in it, but his fingers falling from Hoseok’s hair to his face.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He says, right away. “I didn’t know you hated hiking so much, and I didn’t know you’d end up falling down and getting hurt because of me…! But I just—”

“—Wait a second. Hold up. It was you who told Jimin and Taehyung to all but kidnap me and take me to climb a mountain?” Hoseok asks, and when Jungkook nods sheepishly, he splutters. “But… But why?!”

“Because I wanted to ask you out. Obviously,” Jungkook admits.

“So why didn’t you?!” Hoseok asks, still baffled, and still with his hand resting over Jungkook’s half hard erection.

“Because I chickened out! I’m sorry! Please don’t yell at me! It all turned alright in the end, didn’t it? I just needed to get it off my chest, but now can we please go back to the part where you touch me, and I touch you, and we’re all happy?”

Hoseok stares down at Jungkook.

He stares down at Jungkook long and hard, blinking repeatedly again. Jungkook mouthes the word ‘sorry’ up at him, looking like the definition of kicked puppy, and Hoseok removes the hand he had on his pants. He brings it up to Jungkook’s face, so that he can squeeze his cheeks and have his lips puckering.

“You’re unbelievable,” is all he can say, finally smiling down at Jungkook and leaning down to press a kiss to his mouth that lands mostly on just teeth. “God, you’re unbelievable,” he repeats, letting go of his cheeks so that he can give him a proper kiss. A long, heady, deep kiss, which Jungkook returns eagerly, hooking a leg around his hips and cupping his face with both hands.

“Is that positive or negative?” the younger asks between kisses, his voice getting half sucked in by Hoseok’s mouth as he kisses him greedily.

“Positive, for sure.”