Just Friends (Jung Hoseok/J-Hope ff)

7.

I was sitting as Hobi was laying, he put his legs on my lap and I was kind enough to massage his feet gently.

"I like it when you give me a massage." He said silently.

"You showed me how much you work usually. You deserve it." I giggled.

Then Yoongi opened the door, revealing his exhausted self. Besides building his career, he had been working in a music store for months as he told me. I felt sorry for him - all he got was rejection from labels and companies. He had dreamed big and he didn't have any luck at that time.

"Hello." He said and sighed. His eyes immediately caught our closeness and I was sure he misunderstood it. We​were never more than friends. I showed Hobi's legs away and I turned to my brother.

"Do you want to get a massage, too?" I asked him smiling.

"Not today. I want to let my anger out." He stated.

You knew what he meant. He wanted to get drunk. He really hated his work- dealing with annoying customers, weirdos, he wasn't the best shop assistant. On the outside he looked as if he had been calm but that wasn't true. On the inside of him, he was in rage. He often called me to say he would quit his job but I didn't let him. He had to save up money, if he really wanted to be an artist.

"My answer is no." I replied.
"Why not?" Hobi asked me frowning.
"Because I'm not in the mood and I don't want to save your drunk asses from kicking out, don't want to hear the girls, whom you are taking home. That's all."

Hoseok and Yoongi exchanged glances and I could see how evilness flashed across their irises.
"So, we won't take home girls, we won't drink to get kicked out, then will you come with us? Yoongi asked in a serious tone.
"Yes. But you had better keep your promise.

* Some hours later *

I put on my green cocktail dress. I was staring at my reflection in the mirror. I wasn't satisfied with my luck. I never was.
I flinched hearing a loud knock on my door.
"Damn it, Nari. What takes you so long?"
"I'm ready." I shouted and I grabbed the knob to turn it. When I opened the boys were in front of me. Hoseok was smiling like an idiot and told me kind compliments. Yoongi was indifferent. As I guessed he would rather see me dressed in a sack. Overprotective mode was on.

We went to the club by taxi because I didn't have licence, the boys stated they needed alcohol.

"So this is your favourite place?" I raised my eyebrow, seeing bunch of people waiting outside.

"Yes. There are always pretty girls, good music, great parties...what else do we need?" Hoseok laughed.

It wasn't a question he wanted to get an answer for. But I decided it was my time to tease these dorks.

"I need handsome boys. Are there any?" I sighed and turned away from them.

"Nari, you don't need to date anyone." Hoseok said softly. I expected him and Yoongi to be furious. Well, it's a small step towards normality for them.

"I'm a 19 year-old grown woman. I need now someone by my side."

"Still, no boys." Hoseok said.

"You are not my real brother, why do you care so much?" I was the one who got mad.

"Maybe because I'm still your best friend as well as your brother's, and he wants me to help him kick every guy's ass who approaches you."

I turned around to see Hobi's face and as the moonlight lit his face...he was like an angel. He was way too handsome. He is perfect... then I stopped myself from thinking about him. My cheeks were painted and rose, and my brother inquired me what was wrong.

I was drinking with Yoongi, both of us sitting on bar stools, seeing Hoseok dancing with a girl. On her forhead, invisibly the 'slut' word was written.

"Disgusting." I said and blocking the view by looking at my sibling who was as usual, indifferent. "I said no girls and look..."

"You said no to bring home girls. You didn't mention anything else."

"Fine then, I will find a guy for me, I'm bored."

"Don't you dare..."

Then I saw Jimin. That boy was beyond hot- he was as hot as Sahara.
Upon seeing us, he walked towards our place.

"That kid." Yoongi muttered.

"He's so handsome." I gasped.

My brother rolled his eyes.

"Yoongi, Nari." He greeted us.

"Hello." I greeted him back more cheerfully than I would have in sober state.

"Hi." Yoongi was a real jerk to him with his tone.

"How are you Yoongi? We haven't met for months now."

"I'm okay. And what about Yura?"

Yura? Who is she?

"Well, we are no longer together, she left me for someone else."

"What a pleasant surprise." Yoongi said mockingly.

"So... I would like to take your sister for a dance, if you don't mind." Jimin said nervously.

Before Yoongi could answer, I jumped off the stool.

"Of course." I smiled at him.

I didn't want to see my brother's face.

We started dancing and to my surprise, he was really touchy. He put his hand on my waist to pull me closer. He was an amazing dancer, no one could ever deny it. He was like an Adonis, so freaking handsome. Then I felt another pair of hands but those hands dragged me away from my dance partner. It was Hoseok. His eyes told me he was extra pissed off. It was rare to see him like this.

"I told you how he is."

"You had fun with that girl, so I was like why not." I reacted.

"Let's find Yoongi, we will go home." He let out a sigh and locked my hand with his.

"Hobi."

"Hm?" We were walking at the entry after texting Yoongi to come there.

"Am I unattractive?"

"What?"

"Am I ugly?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Maybe not just you are the cause of my single life."

He shook his head right away and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

"You're prettier than you think."

I couldn't reply, Yoongi ran towards us, catching his breath.

We went home and I jumped into my bed. I was half awake when I felt light kisses on my cheek. Who was it? The person didn't say a word at all.