Love Arranged

XII

Jimin rang the doorbell as he huffed, standing back, rubbing the back of his sore neck. The door opened after a few seconds, and Jimin tried his best to straighten his back as a dark figure stood in front of him. A frown on its pale face

"Jimin," said Yoongi, arms folded.

"Hey Yoongi," Jimin said sheepishly, his smile not quite reaching his tired eyes.  Yoongi looked him up and down, lips turning downward as he took in the man's disheveled appearance.

They looked up at his eyes, finally, stared for a second then sighed, shoulders relaxing.

"He's on the couch." they turned around with a swish of their robe, slinking into their lavish home. Jimin followed them silently, shoulders dropping once more.  Yoongi turned into the kitchen and nodded their head towards the living room, where a gremlin seemed to be residing.

Jimin smiled at the figure passed out soundly on the big couch. At least someone's getting sleep. He dragged his feet to the couch gremlin and kneeled next to him. He glanced towards the coffee table, where a mess of pages and paints, pencils, colors and scrappy artwork was strewn.  Aaah, so he was angry painting.  That's good, he had something to take his anger out on, unlike Jimin who had to have that conversation with Jungkook. Even though the conversation with Jungkook was absolutely necessary, Jimin felt bad for the poor guy who seemed visually upset. Coming out of the closet, and then being dumped by your "fiance", on top of all that he was still expected to look happy in front of fans.

Jimin strokes his knuckles across the sleeping man's cheek. Hoseok's eyebrows pull to the center of his forehead and Jimin gently presses the creases away with his thumb.

"Jiminie?"

"Hey hun" Jimin gives a weak smile and the man latches on to him, knocking them both onto the floor, Hoseok on top of Jimin. "I'm sorry," he whispers in Jimin's neck.

The silver quirks an eyebrow "um, did we switch places? Cause I think I was the one who was gonna be the one latching onto you for forgiveness?"

Hoseok pulls back and grabs him. "I mean it. I'm sorry"

"But why are you sorry? I'm the dumb one?"

Hoseok sighs, rubbing his eyes. "No. No, I should have stayed with you. We should have figured it out together. I shouldn't have run away and let you deal with it alone just cause I was upset. ''I'm sorry."

Jimin kisses him. "It's okay Hobi, and besides, I took care of it."

"You did? How?"

"I talked to the guy." Hoseok frowns. "And told him to call off the arrangement."

"You met with him? Seriously?" Hoseok frowns, getting up. Jimin gets up after him, reaching for his hand. "I had to. So I could tell him what was happening and ask him for help. And it doesn't matter. We can go home now and just forget about this."
Hoseok's still frowning, but the slight pout of his lips just makes Jimin want to kiss it away. "Please, let's go home."

They stand there for a second.  Then Hoseok sighs again and puts his head on Jimin's shoulder. "Okay. I miss home. Yoongi makes fun of me for watching vampire diaries."  They both chuckle.  "The audacity of them making fun of vampire diaries when we all know they like Twilight"  chuckled Jimin.  Hoseok goes to grab his small bag of stuff and by small he means 2 suitcases.  "We went sad shopping" he says when Jimin looks at the bags pointedly.  Jimin was really exhausted with what had been happening these last days, he was really happy that he was going to be done with it, he couldn't bear Hoseok being sad, and angry with him. He meant the world to Jimin, nothing is more important than Hoseok.   

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....hi. I'm not gonna say much except I'm sorry for being ia. And also.
Yoongi is Non-binary in this fic, so their pronouns are They/them/theirs.

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