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Jimin sighs. Whenever he opens twt, his eyes automatically go to the trending area, as it shows in the desktop mode, and almost all the time he can see a certain hashtag there. It’s like that hashtag has etched a permanent place there. Obviously, the legends they are, one or the other hashtags are always trending, but this particular hashtag has him frowning for quite a few months now.
Logically, he shouldn’t have a reason to be grumpy about this though, as nothing of this tag really matters, but seeing his and the maknae’s name together almost everywhere has him thinking- how the fans are unaware of what’s going on in his heart!
They are on a vacation now, but for a week. Namjoon and Yoongi are at the studio, while Jin has taken the youngest two to some shopping. Leaving the main dancers in their shared room, grumbling over how they are starving right now. Obviously, it’s not their fault though.
“I remember some berries being there in the fridge. Wait-“ Jimin climbs down his bed from where he was previously sitting, scrolling Twitter as always. Hoseok just nods.
A notification makes Hoseok turn his head towards the younger’s bed. His phone is unlocked, and probably he’s opened Twitter. Hoseok again refocuses on the dance videos he’s watching on youtube. But another notification and vibration have him getting up. Maybe Jimin has an important call, he thinks and grabs the phone. By the time he could do something, the call goes off. It is Jimin’s mom.
But as he is going to keep back the phone, a certain thing catches his eye. The search bar on Twitter is displaying a hashtag that is not hard to understand. Jimin has searched a hashtag that reads “#jihope”!
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“Jimin-ah, what does Jihope mean?”
Jimin chokes on the berries. His face loses colour as his mind wanders to the possible reasons why Hoseok must be simply asking this and not because he has anyway seen anything on his phone.
“Uhm. I-I don’t understand hyung.”
Hoseok nods. Jimin can feel his insides trembling at the subtle smirk the elder’s lips have curved into.
As much as he is afraid of the whole thing, of the whole thing of Hoseok knowing his being madly in love with his hyung for years now, he’s never spent a day with the elder feeling awkward. The inward urge of asking him how he, or rather why he’s asking this, eats him from inside. But again, he’s afraid that the elder gets to know this and doesn’t like him back.
As he looks up at Hoseok, he sees the elder smiling very fondly at something on his phone.
“C’mere, look Jimin-ah, what I got. Oh god-“
Jimin pads towards Hoseok’s bed and sits beside him. His eyes begin to crinkle in a soft smile when he freezes.
He sees their pictures together in very adorable poses, but what has he searched? “#jihope”!
Unable to speak, he only smiles. He feels exposed. There is no way Hoseok hasn't seen his twitter search bar. He is doomed.
A thought strikes in him. Is Hoseok trying to mock him? I mean, he does know about Jimin's side then, if atleast a bit, but is this his way of letting him know that he is not interested in any kind of feelings Jimin is harboring? His heart aches.
"Hyung. I don't understand why you are doing this." Fuck it. He has to say this.
Hoseok frowns. Just as before. His smirk can be clearly seen. But this time, his smirk makes Jimin's insides turn bitter.
"What Jiminie?"
He's using this nickname again. As much as Jimin loves this nickname from Hoseok's mouth, as if he spells it like a mantra, he is shattering now, his insides being ready to be broken by his hyung smilingly rejecting him and his feelings. Hoseok definitely knows.
You...hyung? If you have to reject me, why like this? I understand that I maybe wrong by liking you, but since you know it now that you have seen my phone, isn't it rude for you to...to do this?
His eyes tear up.
As if Hoseok can read his mind, he locks his phone and keeps it aside. He turns Jimin's chin by his fingers towards him, who noticeably stills.
"Hey, look at me Jiminie. Look at me", he softly says.
Jimin looks up at him, tears now streaming down his eyes.
"You have feelings for me Jiminah?"
Closing his eyes, he says fuck it for the second time in his mind, as he nods. It can't get worse than this. Hoseok can never be rude or cruel. This is his way of softly rejecting him. This must be.
"If I could, I would kiss your tears away baby. Only if you allow me to."
Not only his crying, Jimin swears he feels his heart has momentarily skipped a beat. Kiss? Him?
"Hy-hyung! What?"
"I didn't know my feelings would be mutual. But it's not today that I came to know about your feelings Jiminah. It's been months I know."
Now, this comes as a shock to him. His eyes widen.
"One night, you murmured about loving me. About wanting to kiss me. And that was the moment I knew you love me." He smiles. Jimin is sure his heart again skipped a beat.
Hoseok eyes dart from Jimin's eyes to his lips, and he can't resist the urge of kissing those damn lips now that they both kind of got a permission. He curls his hand around the nape of the younger's neck and pulls him forward, capturing his bottom lip in a kiss.
The moans Jimin let out, Hoseok swears he can hear then all his life. Oh, how good they look, together.