Love Hate [Vhope]

Chapter 8

Taehyung P.O.V
My mind instantly went blank as soon as I heard my name. Not because of the fact that someone was yelling at me, but the fact that it was Jung Hoseok in my bedroom. My heart rate accelerated and I could feel my face turning hot. And as I thought things could not get worse, I felt myself losing grasp on the towel wrapped around my waist.

"YAHHHH TAEHYUNG!" Hoseok screamed even louder, his hands flying towards his face to cover his eyes. I, being in an extremely panicked state, hurriedly picked up my towel. As I apologised profusely, I ran to my wardrobe and pulled out the first shirt and pants I laid my eyes on and rushed back to the toilet. Shutting the door behind me, I pulled on my shirt, feeling it stick to my body. God, I only showered a few minutes ago and I'm already sweating so much. I wanted to put on my pants, but froze halfway.

This is the Hello Kitty pants appa gave me during April Fools Day.

Hoseok P.O.V
I arrived at Taehyung's house with my mother. Miss Kim kindly asked me to look for Kim Taehyung in his bedroom upstairs and I did so, sitting on his bed and hearing him shower. Little did I expect him to be half naked when he stepped out, and fully naked moments after I screamed.

Calm down Hoseok, its only Kim Taehyung.

But the image of Taehyung, his hair dripping wet with just a towel covering him kept surfacing in my mind. Ah what should I do? I could pratically see his face change colour when he saw me and his flustered look was way too cute.

The sound of the door knob turning jolted me back to reality. I looked up to see Taehyung's face peeking from behind the bathroom door.

"What are you doing? Just come out, Tae." I said, wondering why he wasn't exiting the bathroom.

"I... don't laugh at me jebal. I need to change my shorts." Taehyung stammered.

"Uhh, are they too small? Too big?" I questioned him.

The orange haired boy turned red, the same flustered look creeping onto his face once again.

"No... aish whatever."

He opened the door wide enough for him to step through and for the third time for the day, I screamed his name.

His shorts were patterned with Hello Kitty characters, a bright pink colour as the background. Lace was attached to the hem of the shorts and a giant purple ribbon hung on the waist band.

"Bad boy" Kim Taehyung has Hello Kitty shorts.

Rolling off his bed, I laughed hysterically, ignoring the desperate look on his face.

"Kim Taehyung." I spluttered between gasps. "Oh my god."

"Shut up Jung Hoseok. I had no choice." Taehyung said pleadingly, unable to stop laughing either. He scrambled to open his wardrobe once again and pulled out decent shorts, then entering the toilet to change. I calmed myself down and sat on his bed again, waiting. The door opened and we made eye contact. For a second, my brain screamed at me to control my laughter but I accidentally let a giggle slip out of my mouth.

"Yah Hoseok!!!" Taehyung yelled, but I could see the corners of his lips trying desperately not to turn upwards. Before I knew it, he had pounced on me, pinning my upper body down as he straddled me. My reflexes kicked in and I reached to grab a pillow, swinging it at Taehyung's face.

"Ha!" He shouted gleefully as he blocked my attack and he too, grabbed a pillow. It turned into a massive pillow fight and all I could hear was our wild laugher and the sound of pillow hitting each other continuously. My muscles started to ache as time passed, but I felt the need to win. Jung Hoseok never loses.

Being the stronger one, I flipped Taehyung over and pinned him down. I could feel him squirming beneath me and he placed his pillow over his face to protect himself.

"Ha!" I shouted back in his face. Laughing at his failed attempt, I decided to spare him and hit him one last time before getting off him. Both of us were panting in exhaustion and our foreheads were beaded with sweat. I could feel myself radiating heat and Taehyung's cheeks were reddened.

"The colour of your face matches your hair." I said, earning a painless smack from Taehyung.

"That was intense." Taehyung commented after catching his breath.

I nodded my head in agreement, feeling satisfied for having such a great time.

"Let's go down and watch them bake." I suggested, getting off his bed and heading downstairs. As I headed to the kitchen, I could not stop thinking about the pillow fight, Tae's body, and everything. Then, part of my brain reminded me of Seokjin, the boy Taehyung really fancies.

Jung Hoseok, you don't stand a chance at all.

A/N
I'm really happy to see so many comments in the previous chapter!! Did you like the Vhope interaction in this chapter?

On a side note, I'm really busy this year and I won't be updating frequently =.= But I will still read all of your comments ayee.

And I realised my covers are so boring lmao I don't have time to edit so can any talented editors help me with it?

Thank you for all your support and I hope you like this story so far. Don't forget to check out my Jikook fic titled His Guardian Angel! :)