Tease Him Cause You Love Him

This weekend

Hoseok was walking down the hallways of the dance department was his wrist was grabbed and pulled into a locker room. He would have screamed but his mouth was covered by a large hand and another was pinning him against a wall.

"Hoseok." The voice was one Hoseok couldn't forget even if he wanted to. He bit the hand covering his mouth and he watched Namjoon cringe in pain.

He looked at Namjoon in disgust. "Get the fuck out of here. I still don't want to talk to you."

Just as Hoseok was walking out Namjoon reached out for him. "Hobbie, wait."

Hoseok paused, Hobbie. He hasn't been called that since... He was frozen in place. All at once every single emotion from their crazy, messed up past resurfaced. It stung his eyes to reminisce the past. How could one stupid nickname feel like this? One stupid nickname. Hoseok turned around and walked up to Namjoon and stared at him in the eyes for a moment and in one quick motion he turned the side of Namjoon's face a bright stingy red.

It took a moment for Namjoon to realize he had been slapped. He touched the side of the face that had been slapped and looked down. To him, he deserved much more, he hurt Hoseok more than anyone had ever.

Hoseok pushed the larger against the lockers and pinned him in a box with his arms.

"Do you even know why I hate you so much?" He brought his face closer to Namjoon's.

Namjoon could feel Hoseoks hot breath on his lips. "Hobbie..."

That goddamn nickname again. It kept pulling him farther into the past.

"I was stupid back then. It was highschool, we were all stupid." Namjoons lips shivered, not from fear. But anticipation.

Their lips were so close, the space between them was as wide as a slip of paper. Hoseok placed his hand on Namjoon's hip and rushed when he felt the other jolt from the excitement. The tension in the room was so stiff.

"Do you even miss me?" Hoseok whispered, closing his eyes.

Namjoon moved his hand up to the side of Hoseok's face. "As a friend."

Hoseok opened his eyes and stepped back. Even after everything they had been through, Namjoon still rejected him. It wasn't even about just rejection, it was about backstabbing him and leaving him for humiliation. He left the room, he left Namjoon.

* * *

Yoongi had noticed Hoseok seemed kinda quiet these past few days but he didn't really want to bother him too much. It wasn't his business, he liked to think that way about everything that didn't have to do with him. Instead Yoongi was completely consumed by his phone and texting Jimin. At least he could do this much when it came to Jimin without messing up. Their friendship seemed to be going pretty well.

Yoongi: What are you doing this weekend?
Jimin: Nothing much. How about you?

Yoongi: My best friend from high school is coming over this weekend, not for me though

Jimin: For who?

Yoongi: Taehyung

Jimin: No way! Tae is my room mate.

Yoongi: Woah, I had no idea. If I knew I would have made them stay over in my room.

Jimin: Nah, it's fine. It's just going to be really awkward for me.

Yoongi stared at his phone. Could this be an opportunity from the gods to redeem his horrible actions? He paced around the room for a while trying to think. Maybe it was.