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Jin can't stand Hoseok. At all. To the point of nausea. To irritably shaking hands. So much so that he wants to throw this bundle of endless energy out of the seventh floor window. To no longer hear his ringing laughter, an endless stream of words. In order not to see the beautiful profile – although the elder will never admit it out loud – the smooth movements when he dances or even when he just walks. And most importantly, he won’t see his concern.
Jin is simply furious with that concern. No, the dancer does not care about him. The vocalist won't let him. But he almost blushes with anger when he sees how Hope cares about others, helps, gives advice.
Probably, if the others knew how Jin felt, they would say that he was jealous. Well, or jealous of others. After all, he is everyone’s hyung, he should take care of others, not Hoseok. Everyone with their problems and requests should turn to him, and not… Not that Jin really wants to be overwhelmed with other people's problems, but…
Anyway, J-Hope is annoying! He's annoying! Annoying!!!
And when Jimin asks him to fasten the button on his jacket, because his hands are busy at that moment, and he tiredly throws out: “Not now,” without even turning around, Jimin shrugs and says:
“Okay, I’ll ask Hobi hyung. He always helps me.”
Jin explodes. Almost literally. And Jimin is shocked because he has never heard Jin swear like that. And when Taehyung enters the room half an hour later, he sees a frightened Jimin and all their things on the floor.
And an irritated Jin leaves the building, deciding to cool off a little in the fresh air. True, on the way he met Hoseok, who warned him that it was raining outside and it would be nice to at least take an umbrella. But Jin ignores his words.
And he returns at three in the morning, completely frozen and wet. And it doesn’t matter anymore that Hoseok pisses him off. The important thing is that he is not sleeping now, but quickly dries his hair, and dresses in dry clothes, covering him with a blanket, and persuades him to drink tea so as not to catch a cold.
Jin doesn't want to drink tea in the middle of the night. But he doesn't want to get sick. And those deep eyes on the contrary look at him so pleadingly that there is no strength to resist. And Jin, without taking his eyes off those eyes, takes a sip of hot tea, burning his tongue. But he hardly feels it because Hope is smiling.
He smiles at HIM, although he knows that the elder has always treated him with hostility, that he is trying to hurt him, although he himself does not understand why.
He's probably jealous…
And Jin becomes embarrassed and ashamed. So much so that he lowers his eyes, gripping his fingers tighter into the cup, warm from the liquid. Just not to see this sincerity in the eyes opposite.
And it seems that Hoseok understands everything, because, still continuing to smile, he gets up from his chair and, stroking the blond, already dry hair of the older, says quietly:
“Drink it before it gets cold and go to bed, hyung. Pleasant dreams.”
It seems that dreams really are more pleasant than before. Calm, soft and, oddly enough, there is a lot, a lot of Hoseok in them. Every moment is Hoseok, every breath in is Hoseok, every breath out is Hoseok…
He's probably sick and has a fever…
The next day, Jin tries to avoid Hope as best he can. Although, this was not something new. It's just that this time the reason is different. And all day he tried to make Hope's work easier without interfering with him. At the first opportunity, he helped others so that they would not bother the dancer, he put things in their places, because everyone knows that Hoseok hates mess and will clean it all up.
He himself did not understand why he was doing all this, why he was trying. But before his eyes there was still Hoseok’s smile – warm, sincere, friendly.
And even during dance practice he tries to be as focused as possible in order to make fewer mistakes. Because who else will train him separately after practice if not Hope. And he’s already tired.
And it seems his diligence is not in vain, because he receives fewer comments than usual. And after training, Hoseok’s fingers gently slide along his back in an approving gesture.
That touch apparently becomes Seokjin’s curse, because for several nights he has been dreaming of J-Hope’s fingers on his skin. Gently, roughly, barely touching, to the point of bruising on fair skin…
And this is so abnormal that he stole a cigarette from Yoongi’s pack to relax a little. Suga, of course, will get angry and yell at everyone for “stealing,” but he doesn’t care. Just to exhale the image of Hope through cigarette smoke.
It seems that his abnormality continues to grow because Jin often wonders how and what to do to spend more time with the dancer.
What does Hoseok like?
Dancing. But the trouble is, Jin doesn’t know how to dance at least like Yoongi. He's really trying. And sometimes it works. But he doesn't know how to come up with dance moves. He is taught what to do, and he does it. And Hoseok is unlikely to spend his free time on him, because if he has a minute, he needs to rest.
Rap. That's not it either. His rap is worse than his dancing. There aren't even any options here. He won't even try.
What can he do that Hoseok loves? Cooking? But again it’s not that. They were strictly forbidden to eat more than they should. What if everyone's favorite Bangtans get fat?
And Jin slowly began to go crazy. Hope had already become his obsession. If the others knew, they would say that he fell in love. But Seokjin doesn't think so. He just wants to make amends to the dancer for causing him so much trouble before.
And even the fact that one evening he squeezes his fragile, albeit male body in his arms, and buries his nose in the pleasantly smelling hair, does not mean that he has fallen in love. Not at all.
It’s just that the only thing he can give in return for Hope’s care is warmth. Just like that, hug him tightly when he wearily presses himself against the elder’s chest.
And Hoseok wouldn’t be Hoseok if he didn’t return his warmth by hugging him back and kissing him softly on the corner of his lips.
This is definitely not love, Jin just doesn’t know why his heart was beating so fast at that moment.