This story is going by so fast I've already written 21 chapters holy hell
*
Once again, Hoseok got caught up in the rain. He was simply making his way home from the dance studio, when the rain decided to fall right on his little Asian head.
He grumbled as he slowly but surely began to become extremely wet, sighing into the night.
He hated the rain, sometimes. Scratch that: all the time.
He did, at least, until he saw Jungkook running at him with a thin shirt and skin tight jeans.
He swore Jungkook predicted the weather and just really wanted to do things to his mind.
He stared at Jungkook as the other ran up, completely blocking all thoughts running through his head.
"Hyung, you're soaking! How are you not dead?"
"Because I'm not the wicked witch of the west? Why are you out this late?"
"I snuck out. I was on my way to visit you at the studio, but I saw you just now and you looked cold."
"I am, dumbass. It's raining."
"I noticed," he said, looking down at his drenched clothes.
"Why were you going to visit me?"
"Mainly because I got tired of hearing my parents yell at each other, so I figured you'd be practicing for your recital. But I also wanted to see your face again."
"You saw it yesterday??"
"Not the scary one, the happy one. The one I like."
He hit Jungkook's shoulder as he began to walk again,"You sap. Get out of here."
"Hyung, may I stay the night tonight?"
He huffed,"You really don't want to go home?"
"Not at all."
He contemplated the question for a good while, looking at the wet ground. "I guess, yeah.."
Jungkook quietly cheered beside him, smiling to himself. "Thank you, Hyung!"
"You're welcome, Jungkook."
They walked in a comfortable silence along the brightly lit street, the red herringbone brick beneath their feet making a tapping noise with each step. The scenery made the moment feel like a romantic movie, but with more gay and Jungkook wearing those sinful clothes.
So basically his life.
*
If anything relating to sex happens I promise all of you it's gonna have Bottom Hobi cause I stan
