𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘴.

17

third person

"hey yoongs! i got your favorite ice cream," hoseok walks into the boys house unannounced because, the other day, mr.min left and mrs.min granted him access whenever he wanted.

hoseok just got done eating dinner with his family and he decided to go out and by some ice cream because he was craving it, so he got yoongi some as well.

hoseok doesn't get a response from yoongi, but he continues to head toward his room, hoping that the ice cream hasn't melted yet.

he doesn't think twice about knocking before entering yoongi's door, and he thinks he probably should've because once he opens the door, his eyes zero in on taehyung and yoongi who are sitting on yoongi's bed, but there's a twist.

they're kissing.

the two look at the door in hoseok's arrival, eyes widen in horror. yoongi's quick to get up to chase after hoseok but hoseok's already out the door, "hoseok--"

"don't. i'm sorry i invaded, i'll come back later." hoseok gulps and turns around, hurrying down the stairs.

bad things always happen to me, maybe i'm the bad luck charm and it's not jimin after all.

hoseok huffs, fighting back the tears that he had no clue as to why they were threatening to come out anyways. he and yoongi aren't together anyways.

he's not mad, though. no. he's just a bit hurt.

"such a hypocrite," hoseok mumbles as he drags himself down the street to jimin's house.

"jimin!" hoseok calls into the house as he opens the door.

"upstairs!" jimin replies and hoseok forces himself to walk up the flight of stairs, ready to collapse onto jimin's bed.

once he found himself in jimin's room he hands the ice cream to the grey haired boy and face plants into jimin's fluffy comforter.

"oh? what's wrong bub? and thank you for the ice cream," jimin frowns. 

"i think i'm the bad luck charm now," hoseok says into the fluff.

"why? what happened, do i need to cut a bitch?" jimin questions. he puts the ice cream aside and gets up to sit next to hoseok on the bed. 

"no," hoseok chuckles and sat up, rubbing his eyes. "i'm just stupid."

jimin hums and pulls his knees to his chest and stares at hoseok, waiting for him to spill. "you're not stupid, spill."

"okay, fine. i saw taehyung and yoongi kissing and my stupid feelings came in and here i am now," hoseok rushes out.

jimin's quiet for a few moments, analyzing the scenario over in his head. he begins to giggle. "i don't see those two at all, they're best friends like you and i. i say, right now before you talk it out with him, give him the benefit of the doubt. they may be drunk or something. yoongi has eyes for you only, trust me, i've seen the disgusting heart eyes he throws at you whenever he looks at you."

hoseok chooses to ignore the last sentence and nods. "yeah, i guess you're right.  but if they're not together, then that means that taehyung has a better chance with jungkook."

"oh what the hell, the guy got to him first. it sucks that i don't get the boy i like, but it wasn't anything deep. it's probably for the best, anyways, we're friends and it may ruin things. i am not free to like whoever the hell i want."

hoseok grins, "that's good. hey want to get ice cream? i know we have some here but like, sundaes or something."

"yeah sure. i'm honestly craving an oreo milkshake," jimin says grabbing his wallet and slipping his shoes on. he grabs the ice cream, planning on putting it in the freezer before they leave.

"fatty," hoseok teases.

"shut up, i have more muscles than you do," jimin hit hoseok with the long sleeve of his oversized sweater.

"ah, okay jiminie.." hoseok grins.

jimin suddenly lifts up hoseok's shirt, the older gasps, batting at jimin's hands. "yeah i'm right," he says and pushes the shirt back down.

"you're mean," hoseok pouts.

"true. but that's why we're friends, you're the good one and i'm the bad one."

"min, we're friends because in first grade, you thought that it was a good idea to tackle me to the ground and steal the sugar cookie that some girl made for the class because you already finished it. and then you ended up having to make me a whole batch of them because your mom heard about it and she felt bad."

"you have to admit it though, those were some pretty bomb sugar cookies. i even frosted them for you," jimin says as he opens the door.

"yeah but then you ate half the batch before you gave them to me."

"that's also true, but you still wanted to be my friend," jimin shrugs.

"how do you know that? maybe i just wanted to be nice to you because at that time you had no friends," hoseok says.

"okay you know what, i was a very strange kid, okay? you're the only one who dealt with me and i'm actually pretty glad," jimin replies as he locks the door behind them, starting to head to the ice cream shop a few blocks down.

"hm, yeah you're lucky i did or else you wouldn't be friends with sicheng, changkyun and the others."

"oh shut up," jimin laughs.

a/n:  i'm so screwed because i have dance auditions this saturday and i have no self confidence whatsoever ugh