Busan Express [Taekook]

56. A clash of sass

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Jimin let out a scream so high-pitched that if there had been any glass in the room, it would’ve shattered on the spot. He spun around so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet, his hands flying to his face to cover his eyes like that would somehow erase what he just saw.

Hoseok, just as startled, fumbled to grab a towel, hastily wrapping it around his waist as his own face turned crimson. “What the—?!” he yelled, his voice cracking with shock.

In perfect sync, the two men yelled at each other, “You! What the hell are you doing here?”

There was a pause, both of them panting from the sudden adrenaline rush, before they spoke in unison again: “That’s none of your business!”

Jimin stood frozen, his back still turned to Hoseok, unwilling to face him again. “What do you mean, none of my business?” Hoseok asked, his voice still laced with confusion and annoyance.

Jimin huffed, still flustered beyond belief. “You tell me what you are doing here first!” He shot back, his voice rising slightly in pitch.

Hoseok groaned, exasperation etched on his face as he raked a hand through his damp hair. “This is my house! I live here!” 

“Why?You were supposed to be in Japan!” He shot back, his voice rising as if that one fact could have saved him from this disaster. 

Without another word, he bolted for the door, practically fleeing the room before Hoseok could utter another syllable.

Hoseok blinked, staring at the now-slammed door, his jaw slack as he tried to wrap his head around the chaos. “What do you mean, why?” he mumbled under his breath, locking the door with a quick flick. Shaking his head in disbelief, he dropped the towel and grabbed his clothes, muttering as he dressed. How on earth did this happen?

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Jimin grabbed his suitcase, yanking it off the ground with a huff as he made his way towards the door. His mind raced with frustration, ready to leave Hoseok's apartment behind when the doorbell rang. He opened the door and found Taehyung and Jungkook standing there.

“Jiminie?” Taehyung’s wide eyes darted to the suitcase in Jimin’s hand, confusion and concern etched across his face. Just as he opened his mouth to ask what was going on, he stopped dead. His eyes wandered past Jimin and into the apartment, where Hoseok casually strolled into the living room, freshly showered.

Hoseok emerged from his bedroom, casually adjusting his damp hair as if he hadn’t just disrupted the entire balance of the universe. He threw a carefree wave at Taehyung and Jungkook. “Hey, hyung! Surprise!”

Jungkook blinked, his brows lifting in surprise. “Sunshine? When did you get back from Japan?”

A smug grin crept onto Hoseok’s face as he stepped forward to hug Jungkook. “Surprise! Finished two weeks’ worth of work in one day. I thought I’d come back early and brag about it.”

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head, but Hoseok’s eyes had already locked onto Jimin like a hawk spotting its prey. His grin turned mischievous as he tilted his head toward the fuming blonde. “So… what’s he doing here?” he asked, throwing Jimin a flirtatious wink that made Jimin want to smack the smirk right off his face.

Jimin’s blood boiled, but Jungkook quickly jumped in before the tension could explode. “Jimin’s here for his dance auditions. I thought you’d still be in Japan, so I let him crash here for a while.”