"Were you mad at me for leaving and failing to keep in touch?"
"Not all."
"Not even a little bit?"
"No, because I knew we'd find our way back to each other somehow."
After rekindling with your high school friend after 9 years, you find that his...
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You've been sat in your towel for 3 hours as you contemplate on what the fuck just happened today. You were meant to get in the shower to cool off but you found yourself with a glass of wine at your breakfast bar.
You leave the door unlocked as Hoseok promised to swing by with some food. Finally, you gather motivation to get in the tub filled with warm water, with White Ferrari by Frank Ocean ringing out of the speakers through the bathroom.
"Y/N?" Hoseok's deep voice calls out from the living room.
"I'm in the bathroom." You reply.
His figure hovers in front of the half open door, shadowing seeping out from it.
"You can come in, it's not like you've not seen anything before." You tease.
He chuckles before responding "You sure?"
You hum as he enters. You raise your knees to your chest to cover yourself.
Hoseok fights to not look at you. But he can't help but avoid your eyes as his eyebrows furrow as he looks into them.
"Have you been crying Y/N?"
"I've been trying not to."
"You look stressed. Let me fix that." He says whilst rolling his sleeves.
He sits on the side of the bathtub as he cups his hands, spilling the liquid into your hair. Hoseok then grabs the shampoo bottle before beginning to scratch his fingers gently onto your scalp.
"Does that feel good Perfect?" He coos.
"You've not called me that in so long. I thought you forgot all about it!"
"Never."
"But yeah I like that. It feels so good."
"What's on your mind?"
"My stupid ex husband showed up to work today. He came just to guilt trip me and tell me that's he's getting married and expecting another baby with his fiancé. Also my collection request for the exhibition in a few weeks is on the brink of falling through because Jimin might not have the artefacts ready before the due date." You breathe.
"First of all, that punk of a ex husband of yours can go to hell. Second, I remember Jimin telling me he has some family matters to sort out but I'm sure he'll still come through. You have nothing to worry about Perfect. If any I got you. You're my girl."
"Thank you Hobi. I just hope Jimin is okay though. The way his assistant made it seem was as if he's in trouble with the mafia or something." You joke.
"Nah, not my Jimin. He's a good boy."
His fingers continue to scratch in a circular motion on your scalp as you shut your eyes, lost in the relaxing sensation. You exhale deeply before humming in satisfaction from his touch.
