Why ( Taehyung)

Jimin POV

I was sitting in my room when J Hope came in. "Hey."

He just waltz into my room like it's nothing. "Uh hi? What are you doing in here?"

"Nothing." he laughed nervously. "I'm just gonna hang here, if that's fine?" he asked.

I raised an eyebrow but brushed it off. Weird. "I guess?" I paused. "Why not go to your room?"

"Your room is cooler." he smiled throwing himself in my bed and sprawling out like a star. I nodded my head, okay?

I went back to watching Netflix on my computer and ignored Hoseok.

Not even a minute later he spoke up. "You wanna do anything?" he asked.

I looked at him. "No I'm good."

He sat up. "Come on Jiminie." he smiled. "Let's do something."

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "You sound like Jungkook, always needing something to keep him occupied."

Hoseok shrugged. "Yeah and?"

I turned off my computer and stood up. "Well then, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know." he smiled at me, he is acting strange.

"Okaaaay, why are you actually here? Do you want something?" I ask looking down at him.

I was inches in front of him. He was sitting on the edge of my bed just looking up at me while I was looking down at him. "No, I just want to hang out with you." he said softly grabbing my wrists and pulling me closer to him.

My eyes went wide. "Whoa dude what are you doing?" I ask shocked.

J Hope pulled me into his lap, I was frozen I didn't know what to do. "Hoseo-"

"Sshhh." he spoke only centimeters from my face. I didn't know what he was doing? This has to be a joke.