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Apology solves problems. Honesty cuts misunderstandings.
Add the hug and everything will be okay.
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The luggage was not that heavy, but Hoseok exhaled a long sigh after reaching the dormitory’s front door. He put the big suitcase beside him, fingers were going up to press the right password on the security lock and he groaned when got it wrong. They—the bandmates who lives with him together inside this big building—changed the password every week, Hoseok had to remember it. His right hand went to the inside of his bag, looking for the phone. Somebody had sent the new password on the chatroom, last night. Hoseok checked it again and finally the door was opened. He pulled the suitcase behind him—“Why is it so heavy?”—and walked inside. Hoseok was sure he didn’t bring that many clothes or other stuffs inside of it for his two day offs. Yet, he was tired—super exhausted to say—and he ended up being this weary because of one box that actually can be moved with a very little amount of effort, thanks to its wheel legs. Someone would say he was exaggerating but Hoseok didn’t care. He just wanted a sleep. It was near eleven at night now. Sleeping after warm shower would be great.
Except, he had to let another long sigh when he opened the door of his shared room with Jimin. The younger bandmate was on his own bed, reading something on his tablet. “Oh, Hoseok hyung,” He quickly fixed his position to sit. His expression was unreadable, but Hoseok’s one was easy to guess. The older put his right hand on his face, exhaling in loud voice, enough for Jimin to hear.
“You did not clean the room while I was gone?”
The voice he let out was deep and cold. Intimidating. Jimin had to make sure himself twice that the person that was standing in front of him is really Jung Hoseok—the bandmate he had known for years. He gulped and tried to approach him. “Hyung, I-I’m sorry—I didn’t—” Jimin never finished his sentence as Hoseok was already stepping further into the room. He left his luggage on the doorway. His target was not Jimin, but the discharged clothes the younger had put at the edge of his bed, earlier tonight. “I just finished changing—” He continued but Hoseok didn’t look at him.
“Get out,” He snapped in short. Jimin felt a sting was going along with these words, piercing right to his heart. In an unsure move, he took a step backward. Hoseok started to clean the mess he made, having his back on Jimin all the time. The younger finally chose to leave the room, walking down the hall of their dormitory and reached Jungkook’s room. He met the room’s owner there, still focusing on the big computer in front of him. Jungkook was playing a game again tonight, as usual.
“You look pale, hyung. What happened?” He asked, eyes switched glance over Jimin for a second. The answer was a huff and thud sound from his bed. Jimin lied down there, looking at the ceiling.
“I forgot he was coming home today,” The real answer was spoken out later. Jungkook raised his eyebrows, almost asking him who is the person he meant but cut off when a player aimed a gun at him. A glimpse of note was coming to his mind later and Jungkook nodded a haha. Jimin huffed again. “Should have done the cleaning before started my webtoon binge read,” He added, pushing his hair to the back. Jungkook agreed.
Changing his position, Jimin now faced the other. “He was a bit scary tonight. There were not so much mess but he glared and snapped at me.” Jungkook didn’t answer for a good five seconds, his right hand was moving fast along the mouse. Jimin didn’t wait, but he was curious about Jungkook’s opinion on this. Hoseok was indeed scary when he got angry, everyone knew that. Jimin knew that. It was his fault to bring this disaster—totally his.
“Well, he might be tired right now,” Jungkook finally voiced a reply, hung the headphone on his neck. One round of his game had been finished. “Hoseok hyung was busy even on his days offs.”
That was right. Jimin also knew it. Hoseok departed two days ago, mentioning about personal affairs he couldn’t skip. They let him go for a while and continue working. These two days were felt duller because they had to practice without the team captain. Especially for Jimin, he had trouble on sleeping because nobody was around him. He wanted to invite Taehyung or Jungkook over, but that wouldn’t feel the same. He needs Hoseok but when he finally comes back, Jimin made him drive away again for another night.
A notification for the next round appeared on Jungkook’s computer monitor. Jimin noticed it. “I should go apologize to him,” He said then, ready to leave Jungkook on his own world again. The younger raised his eyebrows, but he followed Jimin’s gaze later and “Oh”-ed. Jimin chuckled and walking pass him. Jungkook sent a good luck! before the older closed the door.
In the other side, Hoseok had only finished bringing Jimin’s worn clothes to the laundry basket. There were still other mess around him. A pair of shoes that were placed beside the bed. A skincare bag that were tossed around after the owner used it. He acknowledged just now—Jimin only made the mess on his side of room. His own bed was still tidy, as clean as the last time he saw it. The other stuffs on their room were also the same. Hoseok sighed and took a seat at the edge of his bed. He must be tired today. Jimin seemed to really taken aback by his words, when Hoseok didn’t even intend to say that harshly. He felt bad for the younger.
But what if Jimin didn’t want to hear praise from him again?
His frantic mind was getting worsened with that thought. Just a few moments ago, they were shooting a variety show—the first one after a while—and the band were given chance to write a letter for any specific other members. A card with sentences of “What they want to hear from the other member?” Hoseok was a kind of sure Jimin wrote to him but he didn’t guess it right back then. Everything was fine and they laughed over the way Jimin made Jungkook said what he wanted to hear from the younger. Hoseok was totally okay but today he was too drained. Negative energy consumed him in very less time.
Trying to be postitive, Hoseok asked himself once again. Is it a good or bad thing? Maybe he had been saying everything to the younger, or perhaps there are nothing much left from him that Jimin had to know. They had been together for years, even live and sleep in one room more frequent than any of the other members. Both of them had opened up so many times, there shouldn’t be a problem. He shouldn’t get mad at that. Jimin just missed his chores today, doesn’t mean he intentionally did that because Hoseok’s words started to be less meaningful for him. The younger wouldn’t do that.
A creak sounds came from the door and Jimin took a peek inside. Hoseok was still busy there, putting his shoes on the right place in the closet. He didn’t recognize Jimin—still having his back on him. Jimin saw him disappearing from his sight so that he left again, closing the door behind. The timing is not right. Maybe he had to wait one or two hours later, when Hoseok had finished everything and be ready to talk with him. Or, he could just sleep in Jungkook’s room and meet him tomorrow. How pathetic. Jimin had been so lonely these days because the absence of his roommate but here he now, had to sleep with other person instead of the said roommate. Awfully fine, Jimin reassured himself.
“Are you gonna sleep here?” Jungkook asked when Jimin already got tucked under the blanket on his bed. He spinned the wheel chair, fully facing the older. Jimin didn’t look at him, his body was going to the opposite side. “Did you talk to hyung?” Another question was spoken out. Jimin sunk himself even more, almost covering his face with the blanket.
“Just for one night,” He only replied to the first question. Jungkook immediately understood. Not long after, he heard soft purr was coming from the other side of the room. Jimin is quick to sleep, not a new thing for him to have the older be driven to unconscious state right after he hit the bed. Jungkook was online for another round but his play was distracted when Jimin started talking in his sleep. He was calling for someone and Jungkook didn’t have to correct himself when he could hear a breath of “Hobi hyung” in low murmur. Jimin must be longing for him, it hurts Jungkook to see him that way.
The last game was terrible so Jungkook proceeded to shut down the computer and get ready for sleep. He couldn’t let Jimin sleep alone tonight. Sometimes the older would do that everytime they finished game together. Too tired to go to his own room, that would be Jimin’s excuse. It wasn’t burdensome for Jungkook. But today, he got a little bit worried. Hoseok always came over whenever Jimin did this, even when they were not fighting like now. He would ask him if Jimin sleep well and Jungkook had to ensure him everytime. If he did it tonight, Jungkook didn’t know what kind of reply he could give for the older.
Beside that reason, it was also pitiful for him to see Jimin squirmed again on his sleep. So that, Jungkook finally joined him on the bed. Already asleep when a knock appeared on the door. Nobody answer Hoseok that night. He turned around and leaving them. What if Jimin didn’t want to sleep with him again? Hoseok should have say sorry at least.
By the time, night had shifted to morning when Jimin opened his eyes. Jungkook was still snoring beside him. He rubbed his eyes, trying to read the clock from his phone. A quarter to six. Jimin yawned and finally got up from the bed. Before drifting away, he took his time to properly tuck Jungkook under the blanket. The dormitory was silence. It was still early in the morning, the sun even barely showed itself. Jimin noticed shy yellow radiance penetrated the living room from behind the curtain. He reached his shared room with Hoseok, but the silence was stronger in there. Hoseok had been leaving.
There were no traces of him in the room. Not even his scent, not even a look of messy bed. As if someone was never there last night. Jimin found his skincare bag had already been packed and now situated on their shared shelf. His own and Hoseok’s bed were tidy and clean. He sighed. Hoseok just arrived yesterday, nearly the midnight. Yet, he already left this early in the morning. Hoseok must be had started his day on the studio or practice room.
Sure enough, Jimin met Namjoon in the company’s building who happened to say that.
“He was leaving the practice room when we passed each other,” Namjoon said, sipping his cold coffee that was remained half of the glass. Jimin looked at him, letting him continue. They were in his studio right now. Jimin had started a song not a while ago and Namjoon offered a hand. Due to that, they spent time in the older’s studio for four to five days in a week to work on it. Namjoon didn’t continue his sentence, though. His eyes were fixed on the computer’s monitor. “I guess he just finished practice—he was drenched in sweats. Maybe he is in his studio right now,” Namjoon turned his glance to Jimin. “He worked hard for his songs, you know that.”
A smile ended Namjoon’s last word and Jimin felt bad to hear that. Hoseok had always been like that. A true perfectionist. A real hardworker. Jimin wanted to meet him right now and telling him to take a rest. But that would be awkward as for their current situation. Jimin was quiet, Namjoon took a sip of his coffee again. “He would like an iced americano,” That was his suggestion. Jimin didn’t mention the blast from last night, but it seemed like Namjoon already recognized it. “I haven’t seen him bringing that favorite drink of his this morning. Perhaps, you could buy it for him?”
Well, it was an easy task to do. Jimin would gladly do that without Namjoon telling him first. “I’m woried, hyung,” Jimin replied, muttering his words. Namjoon turned his head. “He should have been sleeping more today. He looked so tired last night, and this is way too early,” A groan escaped Jimin’s mouth. He rested his back on the backrest of his chair. Jimin wanted to say it. He wanted to scold the older too. He wanted to tell him that he was worried, that he was concerned about Hoseok’s health. Yet, he didn’t know the right way to do that directly. Although Hoseok’s studio was only several steps from here, Jimin felt it was way more afar.
At the end, he finally ordered that specific coffee. Jimin asked a staff that passed by him to deliver the drink to Hoseok. He didn’t mention it was from him so the rest of the story would be up to the other man. He continued his work without encountering Hoseok at all. Either he accidentally avoided him or the other way around. Jimin wished he could lie to himself, that living with no Hoseok was okay. It was even harder to think about that. He wouldn’t survive another day if Hoseok didn’t show up in their shared room tonight. Jimin missed him, a lot.
The dinner time was not started yet when Jimin arrived at the dormitory. Taehyung was going home with him. They brought their fists together before parting ways in front of Jimin’s room. He was glad Taehyung was beside him all day long. The younger had make sure he was okay for thousand times today and Jimin couldn’t be more grateful to him for that. He even mentioned how Hoseok wouldn’t get mad for longer than one day—the man must be okay to talk with Jimin now. With a deep inhale, Jimin finally opened the door. Hoseok was inside, drying his wet hair after a shower. Jimin walked past by him, aimed for the bathroom. At least, he should have himself all clean before going to talk with the older. Hoseok also seemed to ignore him. Jimin hoped it was just his nasty mind.
“Hyung,” He called, startling Hoseok who was getting ready to leave the room. He turned on his back. Jimin paused. Both of them were looking straight to each other’s eyes—searching for words. Jimin opened his mouth, feeling a bit dry there. “I’m sorry—yesterday—“
“No,” Hoseok cut him off. Jimin’s eyes widened. While Hoseok’s one was glazed. It was his fault that Jimin had to sleep outside tonight. It was his fault that they were being this awkward tonight. It was his fault to make him put distance between them. Hoseok lowered his head. “I should be the one who say sorry,” He said, almost whispering. Nobody was around their room right now, and the door was closed so Jimin could hear that clearly. “I was too exhasuted last night and blame it all to you.”
Leaving the dormitory with an excuse of getting day off should be giving him relax time. But he was even more tired after pressed everything in these two days. Hoseok had to minimalize his spare time as short as he can given that their new song and album would be coming in the next weeks. There were many things he had to prepare, but he also had personal duty. Something about working on them in less amount of time really drained his energy out. Hoseok was feeling bad that Jimin should be the one who received the aftermatch of this.
And yet, the younger still had the worry eyes on him. “Is there somehing, hyung?” Jimin asked, following him who now sat at the edge of his bed. Jimin did it on his own one. Hoseok avoided his gaze. “You can always tell me if there is something bothers you,” He could hear another sentence from the other. Hoseok took a deep breath and covered his face with both of his hands.
“I’m just, tired. We have many things to do here and I also had to present on my family’s event—these two kept me up all night. I had trouble on sleeping and my rest time were taken for that. It was okay, though, but a person also had their limit,” He voiced an explanation. From his gesture, Hoseok could sense Jimin was a bit relaxed to hear that. His corner lips lifted a bit.
There was a nod before Jimin replied. “That’s okay, everyone can be tired. I was worried because you already left the house when I came here. I hope you didn’t overwork yourself,” His sentence sounded full of concern. Hoseok felt ashamed of that. All this day he could only think about Jimin and how the younger would think about him. How their relationship works right now. Hoseok was fully afraid but Jimin actually was not less scared than him. It sent him to have a huge guilt.
“But why are you avoiding me today? We usually ignored our fight by the next day. You were acting strange today, hyung.”
If there is something Hoseok would never want to hear, that should be Jimin’s cracked voice when talking to him. The younger was afraid, too. Is Hoseok really mad at him? Is he going to make them split the room? Jimin was thinking about that. Hoseok seemed to really keep away from him. They didn’t pass each other at the company’s building, Hoseok didn’t even contact him about the americano. It was totally foreign and Jimin didn’t like that. He would never accept that behaviour from the older.
“I’m sorry, really. I didn’t mean it,” Hoseok answered, totally felt a lump in his throat. This wasn’t as easy as he thought before. Speaking with Jimin was always ease, but why is today they were so hard to speak even a single word?
Silence wrapped around them. Jimin was still searching for Hoseok’s eyes, but the older ducked his head. Hoseok wouldn’t be lying to him. But he clarified his question—it could be Hoseok was also intended that. Jimin won’t believe him. “You are hiding something from me,” He retorted, sounded a bit harsher than he thought. Hoseok was staring at him now, showed a disbelief look. Jimin waited, but Hoseok didn’t say anything—as if he affirmed that. His heart was clenched to the thought.
To say the truth, Hoseok indeed hide something from him. Something he never spoke before and Jimin hadn’t realized yet. Something that put all of Hoseok’s worries in one conclusion. Something that is not true, if Jimin had chance to give his opinion about that. But Hoseok had been keeping it for himself. Jimin needs to dig a little deeper. He stood up and taking seat beside the older. “Can you be honest with me, hyung?” That wasn’t even a question. More like a request that Hoseok had to fulfill to clear every misunderstandings between them. Open up had always been the way.
“Can you hug me?”
Of course, Jimin would gladly do that. He scooted closer, right hand pressed Hoseok’s back while his free hand pulled him closer. There was no room between them anymore. Jimin rested his head on the older’s right shoulder, inhaling his scent. He had been longing for this these past days. If only time can be stopped right now. Hoseok raised his hands and put them on his back, returning the hug even tighter. Only then, Jimin could feel Hoseok’s fingers were caressing his hair. “I wish I can be like this forever,” Hoseok breathed, a bit muffled. His lips were so close to the top of his head. Heat started to creep in Jimin’s cheeks. He hugged him tighter and hide his face at the crook of Hoseok’s neck.
“We can do this for eternity if you want, hyung,” That was his reply, came out softly like a whisper. For a moment, Jimin almost forgot his true intention of doing this. Being on Hoseok’s embrace and receiving warmth from him had made him lost in mind. They both like to hug each other, but a special hug like this was an exclusion. This was not in front of the camera that is with them almost everyday. This was not a hug after winning on something. Just an ordinary hug to comfort the rage between them. Yet, Jimin was carried away.
Nobody were going to pull back, even when Hoseok spoke again—lips now going down to whisper on Jimin’s left ear. “Can I ask you something?” Without showing a sign of blushing, Jimin hummed as a response. So Hoseok continued.
“Is there something you want to hear from me, Jimin-a?”
The question was familiar. Jimin had heard that kind of sentence before. Something inside him told Jimin that this was the thing he had been searching for. The thing Hoseok had been hiding from him. The question that brought distance between them. Jimin knew Hoseok meant it when he guessed himself would be the one Jimin wrote the letter to. But he didn’t voice it out at all. If this could brought them back like before, then he had to answer it. No doubt, Jimin would to—so many times. So many things. He would love to hear anything from the older. Anything from him is precious to Jimin. He could be listening to Hoseok everyday and it wouldn’t be enough.
“I mean, beside the praise,” Hoseok added and Jimin thought his heart had stop beating for a second. Of course, he would like to hear praise from him. Other than that, there were still so many things to unwrap. Jimin also had a tiny wish of something he would like to hear the most from the older. But that would take time. He pulled back a little and stared at him. Hoseok was silent, seemed to demand an answer. If Jimin pulled the card right now, would everything be different?
“Your untold stories, hyung,” He finally said, looking straight at Hoseok’s eyes. “Something you would say from the bottom of your heart—everything you had been keeping by yourself; I’d like to hear them all,” Jimin concluded his answer with a smile. That kind of smile that put Hoseok off guard. He wanted to kiss the younger so bad right now. However, Hoseok chose to hold himself and giving back a smile. A comfort one, as he already got a good sign from that. So, Jimin had knew everything. He just had to be more open up with the latter in the future. Maybe, speaking of his true feelings would be included.
“I will tell you later, I promise,” Hoseok cupped Jimin’s face with both hands. The eye contact between them hadn’t been released yet. “I trust you, Jiminie.”
“Me too, hyung,” The reply was spoken in quick, not even a second later. Jimin leaned closer, resting his head on Hoseok’s shoulder. He hugged him again, tightly. Nothing can break their trust that had been developed in the past nine years. Not even a messy room. Jimin secretly wished this was their vows, rather than other declares. Nevertheless, he was smiling. Everything with Hoseok is already great for him. Jimin repeated himself.
“I trust you, too.”
A pair of hands made their way to Jimin’s waist and he was pulled forward. Hoseok hugged him back, unconsciously placing a light kiss to the top of Jimin’s head. The younger was holding a giggle because of it. They were like this for minutes before grumbling sounds from their stomaches filled the silence in the room. Both of them were laughing, so hard they almost fell backward. Hoseok asked Jimin what he would like to have for dinner as he would treat him. Eventually, they had dinner together without anyone else—strangely nobody was around when Taehyung, Yoongi, and Seokjin were actually home today. Jimin asked Hoseok about his day offs. Hoseok asked the progress of Jimin’s new song. The older also made this opportunity to properly thanks Jimin for the drink he ordered earlier today. They kept going like that, until the bed time. After brushing his teeth, Jimin purposely chose to lay down on Hoseok’s bed, nuzzling him from the right side. Hoseok raised his eyebrows.
“Don’t you have to sleep at your own bed, Jiminie?” He asked, hinting at jokes. Jimin shook his head and kept nudging him. Two days, he would only want to sleep with no Hoseok for two nights. More than that, Jimin rather chose to follow him wherever he going.
Muttering, he finally gave in a reply. “I miss you. You had gone for too long.” Hoseok chuckled at that. He changed his position, now facing the younger. They looked at each other. Hoseok were apart for two days but it did feel like he hadn’t meet Jimin for eternity. In a long stare, Hoseok drank up the features of Jimin’s face. Eyes, nose, lips. Beautiful. He would like to praise them everyday. But tonight, his mischievous grin was not going to do that.
“Only two days—you are sure can’t live without me.”
No lie detected. Jimin let out a small laugh and—again—purposely throw himself to the older. Hoseok gladly caught him, holding the younger with a smile. Sometimes, he thought why would there be two beds in their room, while they could sleep together in one bed like this. He met Jimin’s eyes as the latter looked up to him. Another smirk appeared on his face. “Guess my little Jiminie is in urgent for cuddling?” Hoseok teased and Jimin was only grinning. A nod was given and before Hoseok could say any word, Jimin already exclaimed.
“But I’m gonna be the little spoon tonight!” The younger was quick to turn on his back. Hoseok scoffed. He was the one who had been exhausted for the past two days. At least, the special treatment as the little spoon should be his.
With a soft touch, he turned Jimin again. The younger whined at that. “No, you are my big spoon tonight,” Hoseok decided, pulling his aegyo card to get Jimin’s heart. Yet, it wasn’t working. Jimin was adamant. He raised his finger, waving the index one in the front of Hoseok’s nose. The older was distracted for a second. Cute.
“No, hyung.”
“No, Jimin.”
Both wanted to be hugged tonight, how ridiculous. The sound Hoseok made was mimicking the younger and it sent him more peeved. He crossed his hands. “I’m younger than you, hyung. You should give in to me,” Jimin demanded. His demeanor was challenging, but Hoseok only chuckled at that. This was his bed after all, Jimin is the one who had to succumb. He pointed at Jimin’s bed.
“Then get off of my bed,” He said, holding a laugh. Jimin was almost letting his guard down and burst a chuckle. But he resisted himself well. A pout was formed on his lips—he knew this one wouldn’t fail. Much to his surprise, Hoseok was also getting hold of himself over that. Instead, he suggested. “Let’s end this with rock-paper-scissors.”
Well, that one was fairly enough so Jimin agreed. After three matches, he embarrassingly lost. Another whine escape Jimin’s lips and Hoseok was full of laughter of that. He couldn’t resist it anymore. “Alright, come here. You can be little spoon for a second,” Hoseok softly spoke to him. Jimin had not said anything but Hoseok already turned him around. So gently. Jimin’s mind went away—Hoseok had always been easy with him, always give in without a lot effort from Jimin. His heart was pounding faster in a good two seconds. Hoseok had been treated him special and it sent Jimin to want more. There had been always a desire in himself. Jimin closed his eyes, enjoying the warm from Hoseok’s hug and the fingers that caressed his hair.
“Hyung,” He called, listening to a hum later behind him. “Why do you always give in to me?”
No answer. Hoseok had paused his movements. Did he? His mind was repeating the question to himself. Maybe, Hoseok had played it more obvious since they were so touchy compared to other bandmates. But Hoseok meant it—he wanted Jimin to recognize it. That there was unspoken words behind his acts. There was something he wanted to say but would never be reached the younger. He still secretly wished for that, though. At this moment, Jimin might had recognized it but he shouldn’t say further.
In other side, Jimin demanded an answer. He wanted to hear that—what Hoseok had been hiding behind the traits. The reason why he did it, he would like to know. “I want to hear more from you,” Instead, he said that, bringing back the topic from earlier today. Hoseok was listening, Jimin could sense it. “Everything about me, in your perspective,” Jimin sighed. “I want to know them all.” Maybe he could finally have an answer.
The room was silence. Only their breathing sounds were audible. Hoseok was stilled, unfocused. Time. He needs it. A reminder to himself. He smiled, continue to play with Jimin’s hair that were getting long recently. “I will do it,” Softly, Hoseok whispered. “Anything for you. Just give me time,” He kissed the back of Jimin’s head. Long enough that the younger felt heat were all over on his face.
“Now, it’s my turn,” Hoseok suddenly said, giving his back to the younger. Jimin turned around. Now, he thought being a big spoon was not a lose at all. He could embrace the older more. Hoseok was chuckling when Jimin finally plastered himself from behind, hugging him tightly. Out of Hoseok’s sight, he didn’t realize Jimin was grinning smugly.
“You like this, hyung? You get in my hold twice today.”
Nobody would say no to that. Even if they’re not Hoseok. He more than likes it. “I enjoy it. Warm,” Hoseok was honest with that. Jimin knew, being far away from each other would be a big challenge for him. He must be had been longing for this kind of sleep every night. A tint of pink on top of his puffy cheeks, Jimin was proud for having this privilige. Being Hoseok’s roommate means more chance to cuddle with the said man. He smiled. Time was passed by in swift. Just as before they drifted to sleep, Jimin whispered to him, to the person he is grateful had met nine years ago.
“I’m happy to have you, hyung,” He meant it. Every single words—he told him by heart. Everything would be different if it wasn’t Hoseok. He wouldn’t be this happy if it wasn’t Hoseok by his side. Fate destined them and Jimin was so thankful for that. He was going to close his eyes when Hoseok took his hand, slowly intertwining their fingers. His voice was coming out later, a bit hoarse.
“I’m happy to have you too, Jiminie,” It was his reply, sure and without any doubt. Because Hoseok, too, meant it by heart. Anything would happened to them, but at the end of the day, Hoseok would be on Jimin’s side and vice versa. They are meant to be like this. Nothing would ever separate them. Not even a messy room, a fight over food, or a mistake at the stage. They are going to be them, just two happy fellas that had been knowing each other for years and going to know more in the future.
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And this is just a little story from thousand days they had been passed together.
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-fin