Looking back, Hoseok probably should've seen the obvious signs of the current event happening in front of him.
"Jung Hoseok, will you marry me?"
**
Hoseok was casually walking down the street on his way back from the dance studio when he was suddenly pulled aside from a very frantic Seokjin.
"Hoseok, you need to get back to your apartment ASAP."
"What? I'm all sweaty, stop holding me. What's wrong? Did something happen?"
"No, nothing happened, but you can't be here right now."
"Why? You're weirding me out, Jinnie hyung."
"Just-- shh. Go home. Don't ask questions."
That was exactly what he did. With a very judgmental expression Hoseok finished the short walk home, tossing his gym bag to the floor when he saw the neatly decorated interior. There were stacks of photos lined on the table, complimented by a gift bag and a few lit candles. All the doors were shut, signs put up cautioning not to enter. He didn't. He did, however, sit down on the couch and look through the glossy images. They were all of himself and Jungkook, taken on different dates they'd had in all kinds of different places. Likely taken by Jungkook's friends, seeing as they seemed to be from a distance.
It took him awhile, but he eventually finished the trip down memory lane. He kinda wanted to cry, but he didn't for the sake of his dignity, even if he was alone.
Pulling out his phone, he was surprised to see that he received a message from Jimin telling him to come back to the studio because he'd left something. He could've sworn everything was in his bag..
Hoseok left the apartment soon thereafter, hurriedly moving in the direction of the studio only to be stopped again.
It was Namjoon this time, holding a bouquet of flowers, "Take these and don't question why."
"Why?"
"I literally just said don't do that like five seconds ago, Hoseok."
"I left something at the dance studio, Joonie. I have to go.."
However, Namjoon wouldn't let him go. Instead, he was told to sit on the bench nearby and not go anywhere. 'We'll know if you do,' he had said.
Hoseok was obedient, of course, because his friends could be kinda scary at times. He sat completely still (aside from his shaking leg), waiting for a familiar face come back to tell him it's okay to start moving again. He didn't want to keep Jimin waiting. He fiddled with the bright grouping of flowers, watching people pass his little enclosed bench. Nobody sat down, they all just kept on their day without batting an eyelash at the weirdo sitting alone.
Maybe thirty minutes later, Jimin came strolling up, "I'm surprised you were actually able to stay for so long, hyung! Well, it's time for you to come with me. I'm tasked with escorting you to your next destination."
"Didn't I leave something at the studio? God, Jimin, please tell me what's going on. I'm so lost."
Jimin shook his head, giving him a bright smile, "Of course you didn't, silly. That was just a way for me to get you here without seeming suspicious. Now, will you stand up? We need to go!"
Hoseok reluctantly rose to his feet, beginning to follow the overly cheery boy, "Where are we going?"
"That's a secret! But I'll give you a hint - it's not here."
