Fragments | BTS Oneshots

2seok | A Late Night's Work

Seokjin felt a little flutter in his stomach that was almost like nerves, which was ridiculous, because he didn't get nervous. Not until Hoseok came along, anyway.

pg-13 | au, friends to lovers.

a/n: this is just a short fluffy fic that I wrote a long time ago for sugoideer fest on ao3, to celebrate Hoseok's birthday, but forgot to post it here. let me know what you think!

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Seokjin glanced at his watch. If he was quick enough, he could be home before Yoongi came back.

His flatmate had been speaking only about the new track he was working on for the past couple of days, and knowing Yoongi when he was obsessed with something, Seokjin would bet he was still in the studio without remembering to do basic things such as eating or walking to stretch his legs every now and then.

He typed a quick text telling Yoongi that he would be home soon and was going to make dinner, and then walked inside the cinema to clean before he left. Taehyung was supposed to be here and help him but since he had an important thing to do — as he told Seokjin right before he left, an apologetic smile on his face — Seokjin was left on his own today. Seokjin knew he was probably just hanging out with Jeongguk, but chose not to say anything.

He was just about to close one of the rooms when he spotted a head resting against one of the seats. He frowned. Had someone slept and no one bothered to wake him up?

The person must have heard his footsteps because he turned around. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Um, hello," Seokjin said, praying that he looked friendly enough. "I...uh-"

"Oh, you must be working here." The man sniffed, standing up quickly. He shifted uncomfortably. "I'm sorry. I should have left earlier."

"It is alright," Seokjin said, offering a tissue from his pocket. The man took the tissue, blowing his nose noisily. "Um, I don't want to intrude but...are you okay?"

"I'm fine, really. I must look like shit, huh?" The man offered a small smile, running his hand through his hair, which just made it messier than it was.

"Not really."

The man chuckled. "Thanks." He glanced at the big screen. "It is just ah — this film. I've been in love with this series since I was a kid, and it really hit me. It is silly, I know."

Seokjin shook his head. "I watched this film last night. Asked a friend to cover for me and snuck in to watch. Bawled my eyes out."

"I can't believe what they did! Fuck, I knew he was going to die right from the beginning, and yet I still cried like a fucking baby. People kept looking at me funny, like I lost it." He paused, ducking his head. "I probably looked like I did."

"Never mind them. The death was brutal. I'm thinking of going to the company and demanding another ending."

The man laughed and Seokjin found himself smiling. He decided that the other guy looked really cute happy and slightly embarrassed like that.

"I'm Seokjin."

"Hoseok."

"Well, you must have things to do, so I uh — I will get out of your way."

"I actually still have a while before I have to leave," Seokjin said, checking his watch. Yoongi and his boss were going to kill him, but he couldn't just leave Hoseok like that, could he? He just witnessed the death of what looked like one of his favourite characters. "Can I get you something? A drink, maybe?"