Okay, upon deeper reflection, this was a bad idea. To be fair, it wasn't Hoseok's worst idea, but it certainly edged toward the top of the list. It had ambition, this idea did. It was taking extra tutoring classes, it wanted to get the top marks on the Bad Idea exam.
Hoseok shook his head to try to clear his thoughts. He needed to focus, regroup. He needed to evaluate the situation, weigh his options, and find a solution. He needed to work through this like the capable adult he was. He needed to get his hand out of this stupid vending machine, why wouldn't the machine just let him go? He tugged fruitlessly at his hand again, scrunching his face up in effort.
He let out a frustrated groan and collapsed against the glass of the machine front, hunching awkwardly at the angle. His knees were stiff, his legs were sore, and he couldn't feel any of the muscles on the back side of his body anymore. He had been stuck for hours. It might have been days by now. Possibly years.
He sighed and let his cheek smash into the glass door of the vending machine. He frowned at the chocolate bar that was dangling loosely from the circular dispenser, taunting him. "This is all your fault," he told it petulantly. "You were supposed to fall. Gravity and all that, you know? I paid for you."
He huffed and the glass fogged, obscuring his view of the traitorous candy bar. He would never trust a bar of chocolate ever again, he swore it in his heart.
He tugged at his hand again, trying to angle it out of the dispenser slot where he shoved it. "Just let me go! Let's break up, it's not you, it's me. I'm a human, you're a machine, it could never work." He reached up his free left hand and patted the side of the machine soothingly. "I know, I know. I'll never forget you either. But we have to part ways."
The machine stared listlessly back at him. Or at least it felt like it. The fog had cleared from the glass and the chocolate taunted him yet again. He narrowed his eyes. Loathsome chocolate that should be digesting right now.
He turned his attention from the vending machine to his phone when he heard a familiar ring tone. He stared forlornly across the hallway where he cell phone sat against the opposite wall and completely out of reach. He wasn't an idiot, see, his first thought when his hand got stuck was to take his phone out of his back pocket and call for help. It had been a good idea. A great idea. Not his best, but really solid. It handed its essays in on time, it went to bed early, it went running in the morning. It was Going Places. It didn't think things through, though, because his one Good Idea did not count on Hoseok being right-handed. And his left hand had reached awkwardly for his phone, had awkwardly pulled it out, and proceeded to awkwardly fumble it out of his hands and across the hallway to sit just in sight but certainly out of reach.
He could make out Jimin's smiling angelic face on the screen of his phone as it chirped cute Jiminie's customized ringtone. He sighed again and turned his eyes back to the chocolate bar dangling, damn it he is never eating chocolate again. He would never see Jimin's cute smile again. One, for obvious reasons, he was now part vending machine and would live in this hallway forever. But more depressingly, even if he did manage to free himself, Jimin would never, ever forgive him.
Three times. This was the third time Hoseok had stood up the blind date Jimin had arranged for him. He was never going to be forgiven, it was so sad. It wasn't even his fault, he was the victim here, the unwilling participant, the poor soul who was paying for everyone else's sins.
Jimin was the one who desperately wanted to set him up, and okay fine, he didn't really mind. He liked meeting new people, so even if there was no romantic spark, he would have a new friend out of it. Except for the first date when Hoseok got stuck in the worst traffic jam in the history of Seoul.
Not his fault.
He'd texted his date, all apologies and sad face emojis. Kim Seokjin, his faceless date, had been very understanding. They rescheduled.
Okay the second time was all Hoseok's fault, he was big enough to admit that. But it was perfectly understandable. There had been a dance showcase coming up. He had been practicing all day, every day. And he kind of, sort of, maybe possibly passed out in the dance studio and slept through all attempts to contact him.
It wasn't on purpose. It was a simple accident, it could happen to anyone.
Okay not anyone, but it happened and he had apologized profusely and begged Jimin to set it up one more time. Not that he had any hope of a romantic connection at that point, but he felt he owed the man at least a proper, expensive meal and a face-to-face apology. Jimin had threatened him with bodily harm if he screwed up one more time because I'm putting my reputation out here for you, he had said, low and scolding. I had to beg to get you another date. You better take this seriously.
He had. He had taken it seriously. He brought his date clothes to dance practice. He'd finished early, had showered and changed and styled his hair. He even put perfume on. He should have just left, but he was famished from dance practice and it would be another hour before he met with Seokjin and they ordered and it was served and finally landed in his stomach. The vending machine was right there. A snack for the road to hold him until he could get some real food in his stomach. It was a Good Idea. There's no knowing what nonsense he would get up to on an empty stomach.
Apparently that nonsense was shoving his hands up malfunctioning vending machines. Now he knew.
Maybe the universe did not want him and Kim Seokjin to meet. Like ever. There would probably be a cosmic explosion or something if they met. Maybe the time-space continuum would cease to exist.
He pouted as his phone finally stopped ringing, the glass against his cheek warm and starting to stick to his skin. The screen on his phone flashed 4 text messages, 3 missed calls. The texts and one call were from the poor soul that was his date. The rest were Jimin, probably cursing him, plotting his murder. It was probably a good thing he was part machine now, stuck in the apparently abandoned hallway that lead to his dance studio. Not one person had even come within the vicinity of the hall in the last, what was it now, five years, six? He was going to be here forever. This was his home now.
"We can split the rent," he said conversationally to the machine. "I get the bigger bedroom, though."
"Um, do you need help?"
Hoseok froze, eyes searching for the source of the voice that echoed down the hallway. He had to twist his head to the other side, plastering his other cheek to the glass, before he found soft eyes and full lips and broad shoulders and do they even make people like that?
Oh. Oh, he was dead, expired from starvation, the chocolate bar laughing at his demise no doubt. There was no other explanation for the angel walking towards him. Whoa, hello, angel incoming, okay, get ready for heaven Hoseokie, hope Taehyung erases your internet history before the funeral.
The angel crouched down and tilted his head to peer more closely at him. The angel's eyes were soft and concerned, his brows were furrowed in confusion. "Are you okay?"
Hoseok stared, his mouth hanging open, unable to form words.
The angel's face turned more serious, worry tilting his lips into a deep frown and aw, that's no good. Hoseok wanted the bewildered almost smile back. "Ca-can you speak?"
Hoseok blinked and opened his mouth to speak, to explain how he was hungry and pressed for time and bought a candy bar and it wouldn't come out so he was going to fish it out and now he was stuck here forever. "I was hungry," he said, then frowned. That wasn't exactly as clear as he was hoping for but it was concise.
The angel's lips lifted back into a bewildered smile before he ducked his head and laughed, short, squeaky bursts of breath. He raised his head again and set his lips into a firm line to keep his laughter down. "Okay, would you like me to get you a pizza, or would you like help getting out of the vending machine?"
"Vending machine!" Hoseok nearly yelled. "Please save me."
The angel nodded twice before turning his attention to the machine and the awkward angle of Hoseok's arm. "If you'll excuse me," he said before bending his head and manoeuvring to peer into the slot, his perfectly fluffy hair brushing lightly on Hoseok's chest.
Hoseok caught a scent of perfume or shampoo or pheromones or whatever, the angel smelt divine. Absolutely divine.
"What?" The angel had turned to look up at him because apparently Hoseok's brain-to-mouth filter was shot and he had actually said that last bit about smelling divine out loud.
Hoseok tried to muster up the shame to be embarrassed but the stranger's face was so close and he was kind of enjoying the view. "You smell really good," he said again, shifting his eyes back to the machine. He cleared his throat and drummed his free fingers on his thigh. "Not to be weird or anything. Please don't leave me."
The stranger snorted and turned back to the machine, placing a warm hand on Hoseok's trapped arm. "I had a date," he said conversationally.
"It didn't go very well," he continued, wrapping his fingers around Hoseok's wrist.
"That's why I'm here, actually. Lucky you."
Hoseok thought he heard a smile in the angel's tone and he grinned at the back of his head. "Lucky me," he agreed, lilting and sing-song.
"How long have you been here anyway? The studio seems pretty deserted."
Hoseok hummed and let his head sag back against the cool glass. "Hmm, like thirty years?"
The angel let out a couple squeaky laughs and Hoseok could really stand to hear more of those. Like all the time.
"Okay, on the count of three we'll pull you out." The stranger turned his head to peer up at Hoseok again. "Ready?"
He nodded eagerly. "I've never been more ready in my entire life." He received a smile in response and damn, he didn't think the angel could get more handsome but hey, he's not going to file a complaint or anything.
The angel turned back to the machine. "One, two, three!"
With a sharp pull and just the right angle, Hoseok's hand finally, finally, miraculously came free. They tumbled back from the momentum, Hoseok's head smacking against the cold linoleum floor, the stranger landed half-on, half-off his chest.
"Ow," he said, but a smile spread over his lips. He reached his right hand up and stared at it in awe.
"Are you okay?" The stranger scrambled up onto his knees and patted at Hoseok's head. "Did you hit your head?"
Hoseok's smile morphed into a grin. "I'm free! Thank you so much!"
The stranger blinked at him for a moment before an answering smile graced his lips. "You're welcome."
Hoseok stared at the angel and his smile and his overall perfect face and contemplated the propriety of throwing his arms around his saviour. He had just concluded that you only live once just do it when his cell phone pinged with another notification. His eyes widened in fear.
"Oh crap," he muttered, lunging for the phone and unlocking the screen. "I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm so so dead."
The stranger tilted his head. "I literally just saved you, you at least owe me a good five years."
Hoseok read his text messages and grimaced. "Would you mind telling my friend that, because he's really going to kill me. Give me two minutes, I have to grovel."
The stranger chuckled.
Hoseok bypassed Jimin's texts and hit reply to Kim Seokjin's last message of you're kidding me, right? You're seriously standing me up again?.
I am so so so so so so so so so so sooooooo sorry, he typed and hit send. He briefly considered adding an explanation but he didn't think anyone would believe "I had my hand up a vending machine for two hours". Yeah. Not happening.
He heard a ping and frowned, lifting his head when he didn't see a new message on his phone.
The stranger shifted and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "It's mine," he said with a smile, unlocking the screen. The smile disappeared and was quickly replaced by a scowl. "The jerk finally responds."
Hoseok blinked and pursed his lips in question.
At Hoseok's stare, the stranger waved his phone. "The bad date."
"Ah," Hoseok sounded, opening his mouth and nodding. "Tell him to go to hell."
The stranger chuckled. "I should."
The stranger flicked his eyes to meet Hoseok's and a smile spread on his lips. "I will." His fingers typed out the reply and he set the phone beside him on the ground. "That feels better."
Hoseok grinned. He jumped when his phone buzzed and pinged in his hand. "I'm scared to look," he said but unlocked the screen to read the message.
Go to hell, jerk.
He opened and closed his mouth a couple times, re-reading the message to make sure he saw it correctly. He flicked his eyes back to the stranger, narrowing his gaze. No. It couldn't be. Impossible. Improbable. No.
Please don't take this out on Jiminie, it's not his fault I'm such a flake, he typed and hit send.
The stranger's phone pinged again and no this was not happening, the angel could not be Kim Seokjin. This was the worst case scenario ever.
The stranger (Kim Seokjin) scoffed and typed out a quick reply before pocketing his phone and leaning back against the vending machine.
Hoseok's phone buzzed in his hand again and dread inched up his spine. Crap. He read the reply with trepidation. Whatever. Just don't contact me again. Have a nice life.
"Hey, are you a dance student?"
"Huh?" Hoseok stuffed his phone in his pocket and whipped his head up, sweat beginning to form on his neck.
The stranger gestured to the dance studio. "Do you dance here?"
Hoseok's mind blanked but his head nodded.
"Do you know a Jung Hoseok? He's a dancer. I was told I could probably find him here."
Crap crap crap, this was the absolute worst. He sacrificed a date with an angel for a chocolate bar. A chocolate bar that still stared at him from behind Seokjin's perfect head, taunting him.
"Never heard of him in my life. Jung Hoseok? Hoseokie? Nope, not familiar at all." Hoseok stood up quickly and wobbled on his stiff legs. He placed a hand on the wall to steady himself. "I should go now. Got to go ruin my life in other machines. A washing machine sounds nice."
"Hey, wait." Seokjin stood and bent to dust his pants. "I was kind of stood up on a date and I kind of came here to yell at him. But then you were here so I guess it was meant to be. Anyway, I'm hungry and you were obviously unsuccessful obtaining your dinner." He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly and looked down at the floor, a slight blush pinking his cheeks. "I don't really feel like eating alone. Do you, I don't know, want to join me for supper?" He lifted his eyes to Hoseok's again and smiled. "Maybe we could still redeem this evening?"
That was a bad idea. A Bad Idea. Even Hoseok could recognize it.
He should politely decline. He should say something like ah, that's very nice of you, but I have a prior engagement. Thank you so much for saving me. I wish you all the best. He should fake an injury and excuse himself to the hospital. He should literally just run away.
These were all Good Ideas. They had part-time jobs while studying full-time. They made their beds in the morning. They ate fibre. He should use one of them. He should by no means prolong this acquaintance with Kim Seokjin, the man he stood up three times.
Instead he opened his mouth and said, "Okay."
Hoseok didn't even need to reflect upon it, he just knew. This was his worst idea ever.
Seokjin would start ranting about his jerkface of a date (he didn't even contact me this time. I sat there like an idiot for an hour!). His face almost turned red with the intensity of his feeling, until a forkful of food fell on his tongue and his lips turned up in a smile. He would shimmy in his chair and make the most pleased sounds he could as he chewed.
Hoseok found himself in the odd position of staring in awe at how Seokjin could shovel food in his mouth and still remain so cute, and agreeing passively with his rant (what a jerk, wow, terrible. You know what you should do? You should forget his name. And totally not remember it ever again so if another Jung Hoseok asked you out on a date, you would totally say yes.).
By the end of the meal, Hoseok had almost convinced himself that he should come clean. He would reveal his identity, apologize again, and pay for the meal, the end. It was the right thing to do.
"Hey, hyung," Hoseok started as the plates were cleared away.
Seokjin quirked his head to the side. "Hmm? Hyung? How do you know I'm older?"
Hoseok blanched. "Ahhhhh."
Seokjin leaned his elbows on the table. "I'm twenty-three, how old are you?"
He smiled and leaned back into his chair. "I'm your hyung, then. Ah! We've had an entire meal and I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Kim Seokjin, twenty-three, fourth year acting student." He paused and waited for Hoseok to introduce himself.
Hoseok drew in a deep breath and locked eyes with Seokjin, determined to come clean. "I'm twenty-one, a dancing student. I rap too."
Seokjin nodded and waited for more. When the silence stretched a little too long, he let out a little laugh. "And? Your name?"
This is it, Hoseokie, time to face the music. "My name is J-Hope."
Okay, no, what the hell, that was a Bad Idea. What, did he have like an entire graduating class of them interning in his brain?
Seokjin's eyebrows lifted in surprise and his lips quivered, apparently trying to suppress a smile. "J...Hope?"
He nodded quickly. "Yup, J-Hope, I'm your hope, I'm your angel." He smiled and winked, hoping against hope Seokjin just accepted it.
The smile broke out and quirked Seokjin's lips up. "Okay, J-Hope. Nice to meet you." He pulled out his phone. "Want to exchange numbers?"
"I don't have a phone," he said in rushed words that bled together because Seokjin already had his number and that was a dead giveaway. Abort mission, the run-away idea was still totally an option right now.
Seokjin pursed his lips and leaned his head against his hand. "Not to call you a liar or anything, but I think I saw you with a phone earlier this evening."
Crap. "Ah, right. I have a phone."
Seokjin nodded and raised his eyebrows, waiting for more.
Hoseok squirmed in his seat, his mind racing for a viable lie. "I don't have a number. Too poor, can't afford the bill. I just use the phone for internet." His eyes widened and he shouted, "Ah! Email! We can email!" He clapped his hands together excitedly. Yes, Good Idea.
Wait, no, Bad Idea, he wasn't supposed to prolong his interactions with Kim Seokjin with the pretty eyes and the adorable laugh.
But Seokjin was already smiling and jotting down his email address and Hoseok was totally, completely screwed.
Jimin sulked and tried to shake him off of his arm. "You're the worst hyung ever. Three times!" He held up three fingers. "Who even does that?"
"Forgive hyungie." Hoseok pouted and pitched his voice high into a cutesy tone, shaking his shoulders in what he hoped was an adorable effect. "I'll make it up to you."
Jimin tried to keep a straight face, but his lips twitched at Hoseok's antics. He cleared his throat and stood up straighter. "You're lucky Jin-hyung isn't mad at me."
Hoseok grinned and hugged Jimin close. "I'm forgiven!"
Jimin tilted his head up. "You totally owe me, though. I get to be the hyung now."
Hoseok scoffed and let go of Jimin. "Keep dreaming, brat."
Hoseok ruffled Jimin's hair. "Ah, my cute dongsaeng."
Jimin narrowed his eyes but didn't move away. "Why did you end up bailing anyway? You could have at least called Jin-hyung and let him know."
Hoseok pursed his lips and considered if he should make up a lie or tell the truth. After a long pause, he said slowly, "My hand was stuck in a vending machine."
Jimin blinked at him, his lips turning down into a frown. "You're the worst liar."
"It's the truth!"
He received an email the next day, a short paragraph of text that had him laughing uncontrollably in his bed. A good idea would be to not reply. A good idea would be to delete Seokjin's contact information and move on with his life. A good idea would be anything but what he did, which was reply with lightning-fast speed.
One email became two and that became three until it was daily. Twice daily. They had lunch three times a week. He started trying to rebudget his expenses so he could afford a second phone and new number. He started calling him Jin-hyung. Seokjin called him Hobi. They were practically dating.
They were probably dating.
"Hyung, you guys went to see the cherry blossoms together and held hands the entire time, you are definitely dating," Jungkook told him unhelpfully.
Hoseok jerked his head up, pausing in his stretching to glare at Jungkook in the mirror of their dance studio. "Shh, I'm having an internal crisis."
"Yeah, well, you were doing it out loud," Jungkook retorted, tossing his jacket into the corner of the studio and sitting next to Hoseok to stretch. "Why don't you just tell him the truth instead of worrying about it all the time?"
Hoseok pursed his lips. "I'm waiting for the right time."
Jungkook arched a brow. "And when is the right time?"
He tilted his head. "Is never an option? I like that one. Never." He nodded and hummed in satisfaction. It was a solid idea. It had weight and substance. It was heavy like lead and resembled the feeling in his stomach when he thought about confessing the truth to Seokjin.
Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Are you sure you're the hyung here?."
Hoseok scowled at him. "I regret confiding in you."
Jungkook smiled cheekily. "Too late."
A soft knock on the door interrupted Hoseok's attempt to hit respect into the youngster.
"Hello, hope I'm not interrupting anything," Seokjin said, his voice lilting and pleasant. He smiled when he locked eyes with Hoseok. "Hobi-ah, I brought dinner."
"Hyung, what are you doing here?" Hoseok yelled, scrambling to his feet and across the room to Seokjin.
Seokjin tilted his head. "I wanted to see you practice. Why?" He narrowed his eyes. "Am I unwelcome?"
"No! Of course not, you're welcome. I mean, why wouldn't you be? Ha ha," Hoseok rambled, shooting panicked eyes to Jungkook who looked equally as panicked. Because they had dance practice. The whole group. Like all of them, including one Park Jimin. Who was on his way to ruin Hoseok's life.
Jungkook scrambled to his feet and bowed politely in greeting. "Hi."
"Ah, Jiminie's friend, right? Jungkookie?" Seokjin waved at him and bowed in greeting. He turned back to Hoseok, a smile tilting slightly into a smirk on his lips. "How do you know Jiminie's friend?"
"Ha, ah, it's a small program."
Seokjin raised his eyebrows and Hoseok couldn't help but think he looked unconvinced.
He grabbed Seokjin's arm. "Hyung, I'm really not feeling well. I was just about to leave, actually. I pulled a muscle." He shifted his body to lean awkwardly to his left side. "Oh, ow, ow. I should go home."
"No, no, no nononononono!"
The entire world stopped spinning and that lead in Hoseok's stomach dropped because that was Jimin's voice. Hoseok turned slowly to face the door to the studio.
Jimin stood with his finger pointed to him and Seokjin, shaking in anger, his face scrunched up. "No, no, this is not allowed!"
Jungkook approached Jimin and wrapped his arms around Jimin's waist, pushing him back towards the open door. "Hey hyung, let's, um, not stay in the room."
Hoseok's heart exploded with affection for the youngest, but the attempt was futile because Jimin fought off Jungkook's hands from his waist (a sight he never thought he'd see) and stepped further into the room.
"Jin-hyung, do not forgive him," Jimin said, finally reaching them and pushing Hoseok's unresisting body away a few feet.
Seokjin's eyes widened, his gaze flicking between Jimin and Hoseok, occasionally landing on Jungkook in an appeal for clarification. His lips formed into a bewildered smile. "Wha-"
Jimin pointed accusingly at Hoseok. "He stood you up three times." He held up three fingers to emphasize his point. "Three! Times!"
Hoseok sighed heavily and sank down to the floor. He nodded sadly to himself. It was nice while it lasted, Hoseokie. Goodbye Jin-hyung and the best food he ever tasted and laughing uncontrollably at nothing and dates watching cherry blossoms. It was all the chocolate bar's fault. He was never eating chocolate again.
He raised a hand. "Hi, my name is Jung Hoseok and I stood you up three times. Feel free to hate me now."
He expected a lot of things. Anger, yelling, maybe crying. Silent disapproval. He didn't expect laughter. For a moment he thought it was coming from his mouth, like he had finally become hysterical. It wasn't him.
Seokjin laughed. He laughed. The kind of doubled over, clutching his stomach, tears coming out of the corners of his eyes laughter that reduced him to breathy squeaks.
Jimin frowned. "Jin-hyung?"
Seokjin flapped a hand, hitting Jimin's chest solidly. He tried to calm his breathing unsuccessfully. "I-i-i-" he hiccuped, shaking his head. He blew out a long breath, snickers bubbling out.
The room remained quiet except for Seokjin's giggles and gradually calming breathing.
He cleared his throat and finally managed to control his laughter. A large smile graced his lips and he wiped his eyes. "Oh, so funny."
"Hyung?" Jimin asked, placing a tentative hand on his back.
"I knew that," Seokjin finally supplied, smiling at Jimin first, then down at Hoseok.
Hoseok blinked and jerked his head back because what?
Seokjin giggled and tilted his head. He stared adoringly at Hoseok. "I've known for weeks."
"What?" Jimin said. "What, wait, how? How did you even meet him?"
"I pulled his hand out of a vending machine." Seokjin turned to Jimin and smiled. He leaned closer to mock whisper, "I know, it sounds ridiculous, but Hobi was actually trying to steal a candy bar from the machine outside."
"I paid for it," Hoseok yelled.
Jimin gaped at both of them. "That was true?"
Hoseok cleared his throat and straightened his back. "I did tell you. Wait, how did Jin-hyung know?"
"I told him your ridiculous lie," Jimin said, brows furrowing in confusion. "This is, this is too much for me to handle. Jungkookie, give me a hug."
Jungkook scoffed. "No."
"Why didn't you let me know, hyung?" Hoseok whined from the floor, kicking his legs petulantly. "I've been dying to call you. I've been dying to kiss you. I've been dying."
Seokjin shrugged and looked at the ceiling. "I thought you were mature enough to tell me the truth. How long did you think you could keep going by J-Hope?"
"Forever," he answered truthfully. "Bad idea?" he asked.
Seokjin scrunched up his nose and nodded. "Bad idea."
Hoseok pursed his lips and nodded along with Seokjin. "Fair enough."
Jimin stared at them. "Are you two dating?" he blurted out.
Hoseok raised an eyebrow and looked to Seokjin for confirmation. "Yes?"
Seokjin smiled. "Yes."
"Yes!" Hoseok jumped up and ran to hug Seokjin. He slipped his arm through Seokjin's and clung to his side. "We're a couple," he said in a cutesy tone.
"You still should have just confessed," Seokjin said, though there was no real reproach in his tone.
Hoseok grinned up at Seokjin and lifted his face to place a soft kiss on his cheek. "But you forgive me, right? I'm your hope."
Seokjin blinked at him. "Seriously." He shakes off Hoseok's arm and turns to face him. "Is that the best you can do? I've been flirting with you for weeks and that's the kind of ki-"
Hoseok grabbed the collar of Seokjin's jacket and tugged him down, sliding their lips together. Seokjin sighed against his lips and let his arms wrap around Hoseok's waist, walking them back until they bumped the wall. He was in heaven. Or as close to heaven as earth could get, which apparently was pretty close. Like really close.
Hoseok vaguely registered Jimin cooing and babbling about how he knew they were perfect for each other, followed by Jungkook tugging him out of the room and the soft click of the door behind them.
Seokjin pulled back and let out a long breath, his lips wet and eyes unfocused.
"Am I forgiven?" Hoseok asked again, grinning.
Seokjin blinked his eyes. "Kiss me again and I'll consider it."
That sounded like a good idea. A Good Idea. The Best Idea, the kind that recycled and gave to charity and okay Seokjin was kissing him again okay Hoseokie you can shut up now.