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they've been planning it for a while. so when the fated day arrives, they're right there with hoseok, huddled around him on the couch.
namjoon walks in with the mail, flipping through the bunch of bills and postcards before he stops and frowns.
"it's for you, hobi," namjoon mutters, handing hoseok a letter.
it's pink with little sequined hearts, scented with vanilla. hoseok's eyes are comically round as he takes the envelope from namjoon's hand. he's blinking concerningly fast, turning it around in his hand.
"what's it say, hyungie?" jungkook asks, leaning forward, resting his chin on hoseok's shoulder.
taehyung and jimin struggle to keep a straight face, feigning acute interest in the contents of the letter that the three of them crafted by themselves just the night before. hoseok gulps, slowly peeling the envelope open and pulling out the letter. it’s pink with embroidered edges and the writing looks equally as aesthetic. hoseok’s lips are set in a stern line, eyes growing wider by the second as his eyes skim through the contents.
"it's a love letter," hoseok says, voice equal parts surprised and enthralled. "from a secret admirer," he says as he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "they want me to meet them at the dance studio so they can confess in person."
the three little monkeys gasp in fake surprise, squealing and making a fuss.
"the dance studio?! that must mean they're someone in the company!"
"oh," hoseok whispers. he's blinking again and it's very cute. "you're right!"
"oh my god, hyung!"
"does this mean you're going to get a girlfriend?!"
"or boyfriend? you never know!"
taehyung and jimin wrap their arms around hoseok's shoulders, leaning into his space. jungkook hugs him from the back, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
"so are you gonna go, hyungie?"
hoseok's cheeks are flushed red. he tugs gently at his bangs, a little shy.
"i-- i think i might go. if it's someone from the company, we might hit it off. you never know--"
hoseok giggles softly, peeling himself out of the maknaes' arms and jumping off the couch.
"they asked to meet up in an hour. i'm gonna take a quick shower. i'll let you guys know how it goes later in the evening."
with that, hoseok bounces off to his room, leaving behind a rather stunned namjoon and three bastard with shit eating grins on their faces.
"wow, hobi sure looks excited." namjoon whistles under his breath, picking up the rest of the letters and scanning through them. "hope it's someone nice. he could use some good vibes. the past few days have been kinda rough on him, he's having trouble with his new song."
wait what--?!
"he-- he has?" jungkook chokes out. "oh--"
"yeah," namjoon whistles, before taking a seat on the opposite couch. "this came at just the right time. what a perfect distraction for him! "
"oh wow, yeah, " taehyung stutters out.
"perfect," says jimin.
"just great," jungkook chimes in.
*******
when taehyung goes back to his room, his chest is wound a little too tight for comfort. he frowns, thumping softly at his pecs. this was supposed to be a funny prank. they were going to stand hoseok up at the dance studio and scream "april fool's, hobi hyung!" in his face when he came back to the apartment, and then proceed to have a hearty laugh and a jolly good time for everyone.
but after hearing what namjoon had to say, it seems like hoseok might get hurt by their harmless joke. taehyung frowns. his mind flashing with the image of a rather sad hobi hyung, lips turned all the way down, eyes a little glossy. taehyung’s chest tightens even more, making him feel a little concerned for his own health. hobi hyung would be devastated.
oh no.
taehyung doesn't want that . he doesn't want hobi hyung to get hurt in any capacity. especially not because of him.
it's with this thought in mind that he finds himself making his way towards the studio, fists pumped by his side. he's going to take responsibility for his actions.
he's going to confess to hobi hyung himself.
*******
there is a funny twist in taehyung’s tummy, and a welcome warmth in his chest that replaces the previous churning sensation. he's had a bit of a crush on hoseok for a while now, so it would absolutely make his day if hoseok said yes. he chuckles, feeling a little giddy at the thought of being hoseok's boyfriend.
there's a spring in his step as he walks towards the elevator, humming a silly love song as he waits for the lift to come down to his floor. he whistles when the door opens, jumping in and pressing the button to get to the studio
when he turns around, he comes face to face with jimin.
"jiminie--?!"
"tae?! what the fuck are you doing here?!" jimin points an accusatory finger at taehyung, eyebrows raised scandalously.
"i could say the same to you!" taehyung splutters. "i thought we were gonna wait for hobi hyung together at the apartment?! "
"well, it seems neither of us are sticking to the plan." jimin leans back against the metal wall and crosses his arms across his chest. "did you come here 'cause you felt guilty about standing him up?"
"i-- yeah, " taehyung taps his hand on the border of the buttons.
"well, you can go back, alright?" jimin waves his hand nonchalantly. he's not looking at taehyung when he speaks, choosing instead to stare at the lift’s ventilation passage. "i've got this. i'll take care of hobari."
"what if--" taehyung licks his lips, frowning in mild annoyance in the face of jimin’s smugness. "what if i want to take care of hobi hyung myself?"
jimin snaps his head towards taehyung, glaring at him straight on. there's a spark in his eyes, and taehyung wonders if there's a matching one in his own.
"taehyungie," jimin draws his name out. "i don't think you understand. i'm actually thinking of confessing my feelings to hobi hyung." jimin smirks as if he's gloating, when in fact he’s not as special for crushing on hoseok as he thinks he is."hobari and i have been roommates for a while, and i've been contemplating taking the next step for a while now. so--"
"well , i was going to confess to hyung too!" taehyung hisses out, smile twitching in barely suppressed anger. "in fact, you know how i've had my eyes on him since we were trainees, so i think it's only fair that i get to tell him how i feel. first come, first serve and all."
"you know what?" jimin grunts in defeat, brows furrowed together in irritation. "alright then! we'll let hobi hyung choose."
"fine by me, jimin-ssi!" taehyung replies in a mocking sing-song voice.
"just promise me there won't be any hard feelings between us when he ends up picking me?" jimin sighs.
"there won't be any hard feelings on my end," taehyung says, smiling innocently." because hobi hyung's going to pick me."
jimin opens his mouth to spit out a snarky reply, but then there's a loud ring and the elevator doors open. they both scramble to push their way out the door simultaneously, squeezing against each others shoulders roughly.
but the moment they get out onto the corridor, the elevator on the opposite side opens and reveal none other than jungkook.
"jimin hyung? taetae hyung?"
"you have got to be kidding me!"
"koo, you're supposed to be back home playing overwatch with seokjin hyung!"
"i was going to," jungkook says, a soft blush blooming on his cheeks. " but i kept thinking of hobi hyung being upset by our prank. and besides--"
"don't tell me you have a crush on him too!" jimin drags his palm down his face and groans.
"how did you guess?!" jungkook blushes a shade darker at that, doe eyes round. he looks like he wants to speak more, but is interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching.
"oh my god, it's hobi hyung!" taehyung squeals, digging his claws into jimin's arms and shaking him. “why is he here early?!"
"oh my god, he must've been so excited by the letter." jimin sighs. "wait, is he humming a song? that's fucking adorable!"
"hyungies!" jungkook clears his throat. he pumps up his fists and nods solemnly. "i know our plan went a little wrong. but it's okay! i'm willing to sacrifice myself and offer to be hobi hyung's boyfriend--"
"shut up, brat," jimin hisses." you're two years too early to pull that bullshit on us."
"yeah, koo," taehyung flicks jungkook's forehead. "we don't buy your martyr act. if you wanna confess to hobi hyung, get in line. jimin and i were born first!"
"wait-- what the fuck--?!"
"so here's the plan!" jimin says, throwing his arms around taehyung and jungkook's shoulders. "we're gonna wait for hobari to enter the studio, okay?" jimin whispers, and his ardent listeners nod their heads with gusto. "then we'll confess to him together, and let him choose whoever he wants."
" or-- " jungkook clears his throat, looking a little shy. "or he could choose all three of us."
taehyung makes an "oh" sound, clapping his hands together.
"that's not a bad way to go," jimin nods his head in approval. "alright now, let's go get him!"
the three of them turn back around and watch hoseok make his way to the dance studio. there's a bounce to his step and he's humming and giggling as he fiddles with the keys.
"he's so cute," taehyung whispers. jimin nods his head vehemently, and jungkook looks like he's going to cry with just how endeared he is.
"any minute now," jimin whispers.
the three of them hold hands, intertwining their fingers, waiting with bated breath. jungkook even says a little prayer under his breath. there's static buzzing through the air as hoseok taps his card against the lock and it clicks open. he squeals softly, pushing the door open, about to enter the studio. but then, he stops in his tracks, jaw hanging open in surprise.
"oh my god!" hoseok gasps. his hands come up to cover his mouth, eyes bulging comically. he points a shaky finger in front of him, his voice high pitched and frankly a little delighted. "it was you all along?!"
wait a minute--
"you have feelings for me?!" hoseok's voice quivers, it sounds a little wet. "god! why didn't you tell me before?"
there's muffled sounds coming from inside the studio. someone’s speaking. someone else is in the fucking studio! and they’re taking advantage of the prank to actually confess to hobi!
" what's going on?!" taehyung punches jimin's shoulder." who's he talking to?!!"
“how am i supposed to know?" jimin hisses. “i’m in the same pickle as you are!”
"you know," hoseok's looking down now, toes rubbing circles into the ground. "i'm kinda happy that it's you. not gonna lie, there was a little part of me that was actually hoping it would be you."
" jimin, what the fuck is going on?!" taehyung growls.
"I'm gonna cry," jungkook sniffles.
"so yeah! of course i accept your confession!" hoseok's voice is as loud as it is fond, stabbing into their souls. "i've always had a bit of a crush on you too. i-- i can't believe i get to be your boyfriend now."
with that, hoseok steps into the studio, leaving three broken hearts in his wake.
"come on," jimin whispers, tugging taehyung and jungkook along with him. they tiptoe towards the studio, slowly peeking their heads over the door. their knees nearly buckle as they take in the sight in front of them.
"no fucking way!" jungkook groans.
the scene that unfolds in front of them is of their precious hobi being embraced by a very smug looking kim fucking namjoon, his thick muscular arms holding hoseok’s petite figure rather possessively.
"that fucking bastard!" taehyung spits out, but his shoulders slump in defeat. "i can't believe this!"
namjoon's hands trace hoseok's sides before gripping his hips. he presses his lips against hoseok's nape and mouths a silent message to the three bystanders.
"what the fuck is he saying?" taehyung whispers, hands balled into fists at his sides.
"he just said," jimin sighs, voice emotionless.
"april fool's."
fin