Hoseok has funny friends.
He has Jin who carries around a stuffed alpaca toy with him all the time on campus. He has Taehyung who keeps raw onions in his pockets. He has Jimin who’s almost always falling out of chairs whenever Hoseok looks at him. He has Namjoon who talks to his bonsai plants.
But, his funniest friend has got to be Yoongi.
Their little friend group started off with Namjoon. Namjoon is a huge literature nerd and a huge hip-hop nerd at the same time, much to society’s dismay. He can produce a sick beat while spewing poetry about the universe and the fragile fabric of time all within the same breath. Hoseok thinks about how Jesus wore sandals, so does Namjoon. It makes sense. Namjoon’s sort of like a sandal-wearing God in his own right. Except for the fact that he wouldn’t trust Namjoon with carpentry tools but that’s a story for another day.
Well, Namjoon decided that he wanted some friends who like literature, hip-hop, and the occasional fried chicken and beer hangout every now and then. So, he got his best friend, Yoongi and Yoongi’s roommate, Taehyung to join his little literature hip-hop gathering where they talk about important things like Confucious and Ice Cube, and the possibilities of a universe where they collaborate and release singles about communalism.
Then, Taehyung brought his best friend, Jimin along because Jimin’s mostly in it for the alcohol. After which, Jimin ropes in his roommate, Jin because Taehyung always needs help stopping Jimin from belting old trot songs while pole-dancing on the street lamps. When American artists do it, it’s sexy and when I do it, it’s a public nuisance. This is racism. Jimin would say.
“I can’t suffer alone. The socialist in me says we have to share the suffering so I brought Jin Hyung along,” Taehyung explains.
Namjoon sighs, “As the leader of this club, I should say that I don’t think that’s what socia–”
“We. Share. The. Suffering.” Taehyung interjects. And that was the end of the argument. So, Jin starts tagging along.
That’s why Jin decided that his best friend, Hoseok should get in on this sweet, lovely civil weekly gathering too.
“We share the suffering, Hoseok,” Jin says, as a non-contextual explanation on why he should go. Hoseok’s a little hesitant now but Jin can be very convincing when he’s got the face of a model, holding a butcher knife. Hoseok only hoped he had been preparing dinner then.
“So there I was with my boxer-clad ass on the streets of Hongdae and with nothing but a paintbrush in my hand…” Taehyung rambles.
“I’m not sure if I’m ready for the rest of this,” Namjoon interrupts. “Can we start talking about literature and art and as interesting as that was, maybe what’s happening in this present moment?”
“Hyung, but my ass is art and do you know how to say present in English?” Taehyung says matter-of-factly.
Namjoon provides the answer, albeit confused.
“And, what can the English word for ‘present’ also mean?” Taehyung continues.
“Gift,” Namjoon answers cooly.
“So, my ass is a present and we’re going to talk about it,” Taehyung argues, with the English word “present” rolling smoothly off his tongue.
“Can’t beat that argument,” Jimin shrugs.
They’re all gathered shoulder-to-shoulder in an izakaya near the university’s campus. It’s a busy Friday night; the bustle of the night and the steamy hot air of drunk students being loud and restless surrounds them.
Hoseok hears the squish of his sneaker as his foot lands in a puddle of who-knows-what liquid. Ah, it feels like home.
Anyway, was that his fifth or eighth bottle of beer? He’s brought back out of his little bubble when Jimin clears his throat and says, “Okay but let’s talk about Hyung’s new girlfriend!”
Jimin and Taehyung instantly turn to Yoongi whose cheeks look a little more flushed than usual, under the dim wash of the fluorescent lights. The corners of his mouth are lifted up in a strange way like he’s willing them not to. There’s a glint in his eyes that Hoseok can’t place.
“What. Yoongi has a girlfriend? I didn’t even know he had friends outside of the five of us? Does Yoongi even frequent places other than the recording studio and the GS25 convenience store opposite his apartment? Who is Yoongi anyway?” Hoseok ponders out loud. The alcohol churns in his stomach.
“Stop it… I don’t have a g-” Yoongi sighs, “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Jimin, why do you think Yoongi Hyung has a girlfriend?” Hoseok asks.
The rest of them look at Jimin expectedly.
The truth is… Yoongi is a pretty private person. He’s open about his emotions but he doesn’t say anything if it isn’t necessary. Their friend group has been meeting for about a year or so. What Hoseok knows is, Yoongi never says what he doesn’t mean and he never says what he doesn’t want to. He’s never heard Yoongi talk much about dating though, so this baffles him a little.
“Last week when we were a little tipsy on the way home, Yoongi got a call in the cab. The caller-id was a single purple heart. He answered the call with the softest, most tender tone I’ve ever heard. I did a double-take. I almost thought I'd dreamt it. He ended the call with a soft ‘love you’,” Jimin explains. “Taehyungie can back me up!”
“Yah, Jimin! You’ve had a little too much to drink!” Jin Hyung’s tone is jovial but there’s an underlying tone of a reprimand like a parent trying to discipline his children in front of strangers.
Jimin jumps back a little, eyes wide like Jin’s words were a bucket of ice water splashed over his head. Everyone could tell that Jimin has overstepped his boundaries. “Ah…” Jimin says sheepishly, “I must have remembered it wrong. Sorry, Hyung.” He bows his head a little towards Yoongi as a gesture of apology.
Yoongi sets down the chopsticks he had been holding with a little sigh of resignation. “I… It’s okay, Jimin-ah.” He ruffles Jimin’s hair a little as a gesture of affection. “I didn’t want it to go down like this but… you guys are my closest friends.”
Namjoon gives Yoongi a warm smile with his dimples on full display with his eyes encouraging Yoongi to go on.
“I guess. I’m seeing someone,” Yoongi reveals, appearing nonchalant.
Hoseok’s a little shocked. Yoongi’s a little tipsy too, he reckons. Again, Yoongi doesn’t seem like the kind to date for the sick of it. It probably has to be a little more serious than casual dating. They’ve only known each other for a year but everyone sitting there knows that Yoongi raps like he has destruction within him but has the gentlest soul. He doesn’t just hand his emotions to anyone to prod at. There’s a rising curiosity in Hoseok but Taehyung beats him to it.
“Who is it?” Taehyung asks, eager and wide-eyed.
The pub seems quieter now. A soft pop hit plays at the back over the crappy speaker system. It sounds a lot like Jeon Jungkook’s latest hit. Hoseok thinks he likes it. But, also, the floor is starting to look a little wobbly. He thinks most things sound good at this point.
“Promise me, you guys won’t tell anyone,” Yoongi is starting to slur his words. Yeah, Hoseok guesses, Yoongi’s got a loose tongue tonight.
They all nod in vague agreement, uncertainty in their gazes. They're all pretty protective over their quietest Hyung.
“Like, really promise, take this to your graves or don’t but just so you know, dead people can’t say anything anyway,” Yoongi warns with a dark look thrown their way. Drunk Yoongi doesn’t come out often because of Yoongi’s insanely high alcohol tolerance but he’s kinda terrifying, Hoseok deduces.
“Hyung, we all promise. We respect you and we will never judge you, no matter what.” Namjoon pats Yoongi’s back reassuringly. “Right, guys?”
“I wouldn’t say ‘no matter what’... Does this involve tentacles?” Taehyung comments.
Everyone offers vague sounds of agreement. Jimin nods vigorously. The floor continues to wobble. Hoseok feels funny.
“I’m dating Jeon Jungkook,” Yoongi says. His expression is sincere and open.
There’s a short lull of silence. A beat.
And then, raucous laughter.
“Oh my god, Hyung,” Jimin says, his words punctuated with exaggerated guffaws. “I was so worried. You’re the funniest person alive.”
“The way he said it with a straight face. Comedic genius,” Taehyung adds, mirth in his tone. Namjoon and Jin are giggling softly too. The mood returns to that familiar light-heartedness Hoseok loves. Hoseok laughs along, it’s a little easier too when he’s goaded on by the alcohol in his blood.
Yoongi offers a small smile in return. He looks uneasy but then again, the floor still seems a little shakey to Hoseok. The alcohol must be hitting everyone a little harder today.
Yoongi, ah, what a funny guy. Min Yoongi, the funniest guy Hoseok knows, is the last thing Hoseok remembers thinking before emptying his guts over the sticky floor and Yoongi’s sneakers.
Two months later, they’re having barbeque and Jin’s arguing with Namjoon over the doneness of the meat. A typical Thursday, Hoseok gathers.
Yoongi’s phone lights up with an incoming call. Hoseok glances over at the caller-id. Purple Heart. He knows he shouldn’t invade but his interest has been piqued.
“Jungkook?” Hoseok giggles. It’s cute how they’ve got a little inside joke going on. Hoseok knows their joke means more to Yoongi than he lets on. The simple reassurance that they’d be there for him, that they don’t need to know anything he’s not ready to share, is something Yoongi appreciates silently.
“Y-yeah. Uh, be right back,” Yoongi gives a wan smile, grabs his phone and walks towards the exit.
“You know, he never actually told us who he’s dating,” Taehyung quips once Yoongi leaves.
“It’s none of our business, Taehyung-ah,” Namjoon chides casually, “He’ll tell us when he’s ready to talk about it.”
“How do we know who we’re supposed to fight if Yoongi Hyung gets hurt then?” Jimin pouts.
“Him,” Jin laughs, pointing at the small TV, hanging on the wall. It's playing some Jeon Jungkook music video. Of course, he's glowing like the brightest star in the sky. Hoseok thinks all six of them are kinda in love with Jeon Jungkook, as you do. Everyone giggles. Yoongi walks in at that exact moment with his cheeks pale from standing out in the harsh cold. He raises an eyebrow at their expressions and turns around to see what they were staring at. He turns back and lets out a small laugh.
“Aish, I’m gone for five minutes and the meat’s already overcooked. What would you guys do without Hyung?” Yoongi sighs, fond. Warm.
Taehyung calls Hoseok one day on a Wednesday, shattering the calm humid stillness of the afternoon.
“Hyung, this is an emergency. I know you don’t have classes now. Can you come over?” He sounds absolutely frantic. Alarm bells start blaring in Hoseok’s head.
“What? Yeah, I’m free. What’s going on?” Hoseok asks anxiously.
“Just get here quick Hyung!” Taehyung insists before promptly hanging up.
Hoseok throws on a hoodie and sprints to Taehyung’s apartment about 10 minutes away on foot.
He frantically rings the doorbell when he arrives. The hoodie clings on to his body, sticky with sweat. He tries to stifle his panting.
“Hyung! Come in,” he hears Taehyung’s muffled voice through the door.
Hoseok walks in to see Taehyung, hair ruffled like he’s been running his hands through them repeatedly. “What’s going on, Taehyung?”
“I woke up about 20 minutes ago and I heard Yoongi sobbing in his room. I tried to find out what’s going on but he won’t let me in. I’m worried but my class starts in 30 minutes. I know the others are busy today. I don’t want to cause any unnecessary panic.”
Hoseok presses his ear against the door. He doesn’t hear anything. He knocks, once, twice. “Hyung?” he calls out. “Yoongi Hyung? It’s Hoseok. Open the door, Hyung. Are you okay?”
Taehyung’s phone blips with a Kakaotalk message from Yoongi.
You called Hoseok??? You snitch. It read. Well, at least, he’s well enough to make jokes.
“Hyung. Are you okay? Do you want to be left alone? Can you at least text Taehyung to let us kn-” Hoseok negotiates before the door swings open abruptly.
Yoongi looks horrible. His eyes are puffy, red. There are tear stains on his cheeks and he looks terribly pale, like a sheet. Oh, Hyung.
“I can’t believe you called Hoseok. You know I can’t stand to see any of you sad. And now you’re both sad and worried because of me,” Yoongi whimpers.
Hoseok is taken aback. He’s never seen Yoongi cry. Yoongi's appearance is a punch in the gut.
“Are you alright, Hyung? Why are you crying?” Taehyung asks, blunt but he has concern overflowing in his eyes. When Taehyung feels, it happens like a flood—a lot and all at once. Hoseok knows this. He's extremely protective when it comes to his roommate. He knows Taehyung would scale the highest of mountains and deepest of oceans just to make Yoongi smile.
“I told you to go to class, Taehyung-ah. Hyung is fine,” Yoongi’s pouting and his eyes are glazed with sadness. It’s not a good look at all. “Both of you should go. I just need some time alone right now…”
Taehyung opens his mouth like he’s about to refute Yoongi’s request but shuts it quickly.
“Okay,” Taehyung replies reluctantly, “Call us if you need anything. And, I mean anything Hyung.”
Hoseok nods. If Yoongi doesn’t want to talk about it, they’ll just have to respect that. Hoseok leaves with Taehyung and nothing more is said about the incident.
The next time Hoseok sees Yoongi is a week later and they’re all gathered at Taehyung and Yoongi’s apartment. Yoongi still looks a little upset but it’s not noticeable enough to cause any disturbance to their regular weekly hangout.
Food boxes are strewn all over the carpet in front of the TV and there’s a movie playing on the TV as background noise. The food tastes heavenly in Hoseok’s mouth. The beer slides down his throat, cool and saccharine. It really complements Namjoon’s exasperated shouting in the back.
“TAEHYUNG! What am I sitting on? Why, God, why is it sticky? WHY IS IT GREEN?” Namjoon jumps up from the floor. Hoseok has never seen him move with such agility.
Yoongi pushes the food around in his plastic container, lackluster and uninspired. He’s awfully quiet. Hoseok wonders how no one else notices.
He shoots Taehyung a look. Taehyung returns it with a slight shrug. It’s strange. Hoseok’s a little concerned. Sometimes, when you bottle up your thoughts inside yourself and you hold it in and you hold it in. It’s like shaking a bottle of coke. When you open the bottle, something in you detonates. Next thing you know, you’re crumbling and it’s going to take a while, maybe a long time before you can start to feel that bubbly lightness of living again.
Hoseok nudges Yoongi a little and murmurs, “How are you, Hyung?”
“Ah, I’m okay. Just a little sick. Winter, you know?” Yoongi replies.
Yoongi’s phone lights up beside him. Purple Heart. Yoongi furrows his eyebrows and stares at the phone for a second longer than he should. He declines the call.
Hoseok thinks it’s more than just winter.
When Taehyung’s alone in the kitchen, Hoseok goes up to him and watches him wash the utensils.
“Does Yoongi’s episode have anything to do with Jungkook?” Hoseok suggests.
“What? Why? Did Hyung say anything?” Taehyung looks over, surprised. “I didn’t probe. Hyung’s like that when he’s sad. It could be about anything. He’ll talk if he wants to.”
“I don’t know. I saw the purple heart on his phone. He looked a little surprised and then a little angry before he declined the call. I could be reading too much into it though.”
“Ah, Hyung…” Taehyung frowns. “He’s been sad the whole week. He hasn’t really been eating either. Maybe I’m reading too much into it but…”
Namjoon walks in at that moment and Hoseok leaves the kitchen, searching for Yoongi whose sadness is now beginning to be a little contagious. The six of them are inexplicably connected like that. Hoseok’s starting to feel like he’s the one with relationship problems. His non-significant other could really do better.
“Are you okay, Hyung?” Hoseok asks again once he manages to locate Yoongi. He feels like he’d been repeating himself, but it's important to let Yoongi know that he cares.
He closes the sliding door leading to the quaint little balcony in Taehyung and Yoongi’s apartment. Yoongi’s sitting out here, staring out into a distance. He’s perched on the wooden bench next to a few cacti.
“Do you think… Do you think I’m emotionally insecure?” Yoongi murmurs as a non-sequitur reply. It takes Hoseok by surprise.
Yoongi hums and raises his eyebrows, skeptical.
“What I mean is… And I say this with sincerity, Hyung is someone who has a lot of emotions within him. I can tell just from the songs you write. You’re open with how you feel, I admire that about you. I don’t think wanting more communication and assurance is a bad thing. We all want confirmation in our lives… We don’t like to live with open endings…” Hoseok offers, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
“I think…” Yoongi starts but is quickly interrupted when Jimin throws the sliding door open.
“Hyung, you have a visitor!” Jimin exclaims, frightened. Like he’s seen a ghost.
Honestly, the last person Hoseok expects to see standing in Taehyung and Yoongi’s apartment is Jeon Jungkook. Like, pop idol Jeon Jungkook. Jeon. Jungkook. Jeon. Jungkook.
Jungkook is standing on Taehyung’s questionable green residue, Hoseok notes. The juxtaposition is uncanny.
All of his friends are huddled on the other side of the apartment like Jeon Jungkook is an apparition ready to murder them. Jimin looks like he might burst into tears if Jungkook so much as opens his mouth.
“The rest of you see him too right?” Jimin says, in awe.
Jungkook looks a little weirded out. He still looks beautiful though, ethereal even. Hoseok needs to get himself a stylist team too, as a side thought.
Jungkook’s face lights up like a firework display once he notices Yoongi.
Hoseok usually refrains from getting too many wild ideas but something tells him that Yoongi’s Jungkook might actually be Jungkook. Oh God, is he drunk again? He checks the floor. It’s not shaking this time.
“H-Hyung?” Jungkook says.
His voice is wonderful. Hoseok thought that was his brain speaking but it’s actually something Taehyung verbalized.
“What are you doing here?” Yoongi snaps. He sounds angry, his face contorted with frustration. Hoseok has never seen Yoongi this mad and Yoongi lets them get away with pretty much anything. Now, he feels angry too. Who knows what Jeon Jungkook did but fuck him if he made Yoongi mad. Jungkook doesn’t deserve him.
“Get out. Get out now!” Yoongi stalks towards him, ushering him towards the door.
“But Hyung,” Jungkook tries. “Please just let me explain, please.”
Hoseok looks at his friends, they still seem frozen in place.
“Look Jeon Jungkook, I don’t care who you are but if Yoongi Hyung tells you to leave then maybe you should leave.” Taehyung’s voice rings out, stern.
“At least let us take a photo first…” Jimin whines. Jin gives him a forceful nudge him.
Jungkook looks forlorn and hapless. His eyes look glossy with regret. His downcast demeanour is a stark difference from the smiley cutouts along the streets, or the pictures of utopic perfection displayed at Nature Republic. It’s weird. Which alternate universe had Hoseok entered? Jungkook mutters a quick apology, pulls up the mask hanging over his chin and walks out the door hesitantly. The room stills for a minute or two. The silence is numbing.
“Hyung… Do you want to explain?” Taehyung says abruptly.
“I-I…” Yoongi stutters like he’s choking on his words, “Maybe all of you should sit down.”
“Good, I think I’m going to pass out.” Namjoon quips.
As if Namjoon’s words were a spell, Jimin falls onto the floor with a loud, resounding thud.
When Jimin comes to, they all surround Yoongi as they wait eagerly for an explanation.
“So… Jungkook is actually Jungkook,” Yoongi explains.
“WHAT THE FUCK,” Taehyung shouts, “We hang out together. We live together. How did I not notice…Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Well… I did…” Yoongi smiles weakly.
“Hyung has so much game for someone who doesn’t leave the house and lives off shin ramyeon,” Hoseok supplies, earning a shove from Jin. Jin’s going to gain so much muscle from keeping his friends in check.
“You guys are terrible at being friends,” Jin says.
“Jeon Jungkook is gay?” Namjoon ignores Jin, incredulous.
“Bisexual, he’s bisexual,” Yoongi explains. “I guess I should explain huh. We met at some underground rap thing. He was in disguise, well, as much as he could be. We exchanged numbers and started talking. He said he was probably going to get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out he gave me his number but he did it anyway.
“We talked the whole night. I felt a little scared because it seemed a little like a dream you know. Like he’s Jeon Jungkook and he was charming and sweet, and he was so passionate about music. He confided in me and told me that he was bisexual after a month or two. We talked every night after that. We started dating about three months after we met.
“It was going pretty well. I liked him a lot. I was trying so hard to find some glaring fault in him at first, you know. I wanted to hate him but he made it really hard to.”
Yoongi’s words were pouring with affection, his eyes lit up whenever he described Jungkook, it was cloyingly sweet. Oh, their little Hyung had gone and fallen in love, silently but fervently. That's so characteristic of him.
“About a month ago, it was comeback season. He was a little busy and I got a little busy too. It was finals period. I was just having a bad week. I got very insecure and snappy. And even though it’s the last thing he wants people to see, Jungkook well, he has bad days too.
“‘Let’s just stop seeing each other then,’ he texted, last week. He was impatient. I got upset. That was the day you and Hoseok found me crying in my room. It’s one thing to have someone dump you but it’s another thing for him to do it over text. Like I wasn’t even worth meeting and doing it properly or whatever,” Yoongi chuckles, sad.
“LET’S DESTROY HIM,” Taehyung announces.
“I’ll bring my spray paint and ski masks,” Jimin agrees.
“I don’t want to make him seem like a bad person. He isn’t. I think he was just heated up. We both were. I think I need to talk to him. I need closure, I guess,” Yoongi says, “I’m mad that he just showed up though, out of the blue. He could have risked a lot if he got caught.”
Hoseok gives Yoongi a hug. “We’ll be here no matter what happens, Hyung. Let us know if you need to talk or anything. We’re here.”
The others nod earnestly and pile in for a group hug. It’s unwavering, honey-suckle love. They'd always build up forts for each other, no matter when, no matter how.
“Okay, I’m deleting all his music from my phone right now,” Jimin offers. Hoseok knows that’s a huge commitment in Jimin terms.
“Goddamn it, Jimin!” Jin exclaims with a smack to the back of Jimin’s head.
“Ow! Jin Hyung, what the fuck was that for?”
“Sorry, reflexes,” Jin smirks.
Yoongi finds it in him to muster a small smile, like a wane light shining through the cracks.
Namjoon creates a group chat without Yoongi in it, warning the rest (read: Jimin, I feel like this is becoming personal at this point, Jimin says.) to not mention Jungkook in front of Yoongi. Yoongi Hyung’s relationship is his own. We shouldn’t pry just because he’s dating someone famous. He needs time to think without our meddling.
After a few protests, they decided that Namjoon had a point. They had a lot of questions but they cared about Yoongi and they'd do anything for each other in a heartbeat. If Yoongi is sad, their life missions would just have to be unsading him. It's like... a natural law, universal balance or whatever.
Taehyung somehow manages to attain Jungkook's address.
("Is this even legal?" Jin reasoned.
"Is hurting Yoongi Hyung legal?" Taehyung retorted.
They were in the midst of planning a very unethical destruction of Jungkook's expensive car and ignoring Namjoon's relentless attempts to provide a voice of reason when their groupchat chimes with a text from Yoongi.
Guys, beer and chicken at our apartment tomorrow. Jungkook’s apology treat. It read. Hoseok’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. Well, okay then.
Taehyung whines at the money he's wasted on all those bottles of glitter. Jimin pats his back apologetically. They'd just have to destroy Jungkook's property some other time, Hoseok guesses.
At 7’o clock, everyone is sprawled on Yoongi and Taehyung’s living room floor. Well, everyone except for Yoongi and the man of the hour, Jeon Jungkook.
“What if this whole incident was a folie a deux situation? Did we collectively imagine Yoongi too?” Taehyung says. “I swore I saw him an hour ago in the kitchen.”
The front door swings open at that exact moment with Yoongi and Jungkook in tow. He still looks celestial. Man, what kind of water do idols drink?
“Sorry, we’re late. There was a jam,” Yoongi explains. Jungkook toes off his shoes, casually. He’s a very real person. He’s a very real person holding Yoongi’s hand.
“Hello, I’m Jungkook,” Jungkook faces all of them, gives a slight bow.
“We know!” Jimin says, smiling.
“What he means, is… If you hurt Yoongi Hyung again, you’ll have four angry men to deal with,” Taehyung warns. “Jimin is fraternizing with the enemy at the moment so we don’t claim him for now.”
“Hyung…” Jimin whines. “I’d totally fight Jungkook if I really have to.”
“I have a black belt in Taekwondo,” Jungkook smirks. “But if I hurt Yoongi again, I’d fight me, myself. Don’t worry.”
“You’re so lame,” Yoongi nudges him slightly, his facial expression contradicts his words. If anything, he looks at Jungkook like he’s the coolest person alive. He's only ever seen Yoongi look at his music equipment like that but now, it’s with a more 'I wish I was making out with you right now' kind of way. Hoseok's kinda intimidated. Jungkook's power really knows no bounds. An omnipotent Korean God. Sorry, Namjoon.
“I want to apologise for interrupting your night last week and for making you all worry about Yoongi…” Jungkook says seriously. “I made a mistake… We talked it out. I’m… Serious about Yoongi. I’ve never been so sure about anyone before.” He grabs Yoongi hand and gives it a light squeeze.
Yoongi looks at the ground but his smile shines brighter than the sun. His cheeks were positively glowing, like a bonfire.
“Yah, stop being lame. Our chicken and beer will be here soon,” Yoongi interjects.
“I think I’m going to cry,” Taehyung says, “Which drama is this? He’s so beautiful too, which skincare product do you use?”
“Jimin, I’m sorry but you’re banned from hangouts from now on,” Namjoon says with a straight face.
“THAT WAS TAEHYUNG,” Jimin argues.
“Sorry, reflex,” Namjoon apologizes half-heartedly.
“What did I even do to you guys?” Jimin says with mock aggression.
Later that night, as they’re eating chicken, Hoseok sees Jungkook stumble and spill beer on the carpet, not once but four times. He also sees Jungkook stick fries into his nostrils, proudly showing his feat to Yoongi like it’d been his greatest achievement. It does wonders in smashing that celestial glow that used to bathe Jungkook whenever Hoseok looked at him.
The movie they’re watching on TV ends and of course, a commercial with Jungkook’s large face plastered on it comes up. Jungkook freezes a little. It must be weird for him, having his public life intrude into the tiny pockets of his private life like this.
“What an idiot,” Jin Hyung says, jokingly.
“His songs aren’t even that great,” Namjoon adds, tone cheery.
“Heard he kicks puppies,” Taehyung offers.
“Heard he doesn’t wash his hands after he pees,” Hoseok says.
“Uh, I hate him?” Jimin tries, earning a few eye rolls.
“Heard he has bad morning breath,” Yoongi says as he makes direct eye-contact with Jungkook. Okay ew, now it’s getting weird. Hoseok thinks. They turned it into a couple-thing and now it’s weird.
Jungkook stares back cooly, eyes a little squinted from how wide his smile is.
Then, “Heard he has great taste in men,” Jungkook adds, with a little wink. Yoongi flushes and ducks his head down.
“Yah, shut up,” Yoongi throws a pillow at him but slowly reaches out for Jungkook’s hand to intertwine their fingers after.
Yeah, Hoseok thinks. Jungkook’s pretty funny too. He’ll fit right in.