It's Our Secret Angel~

Throw Your Worries Away~

Hoseok nervously fiddled around with his hands which were resting in his lap. Every couple of moments his eyes would wander to the side and get a sliver of bright orange in his view. The bright light from the passing street lamps, as well as the dim shine from the phone held below his face emphasised the burning colour and it somehow made Hoseok even more excitedly fidgety.

'Jimin is going to stay at my house.' He continued repeating in his still partly clouded mind. The alcohol was leaving his system gradually and he was so thankful. It seemed the less intoxicated he became, the more beautiful Jimin became.

Jimin may have situated himself as far away from Hoseok, but the older was still able to feel the heat still radiating off his skin, and smell the sweat which had been an outcome of both his dancing and the encounter they had had just minutes before.

Slowly Hoseok brought his hand up to his lips. They still tingled with the delighted feeling of having another's plush presence.

Hoseok desperately wished that Jimin's lips were still attached to his own, but he felt the situation had been wrong. If he was less under the influence and was able to think more logically he might have continued to where things seemed to be going. At the moment though, things could potentially continue. The only issue was that Jimin's desire had dropped massively.

Hoseok could see the small gritting of his teeth. Jimin was upset and possibly even angry. He prayed it wasn't due to his small burst of reasoning. Though, maybe Jimin may not want him anymore, and all this was just an irrational move made by the younger who was in a particular mood. Both sides of Hoseok are fighting over whether that was a good or bad possibility. On the one hand he had stopped Jimin doing something he may have regretted, but then he had also lost his one chance to have what he wanted.

Unknowingly he had facepalmed, bringing Jimin's attention to his gradually sobering and confused existence.

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Jimin loosened his jaw and turned his face towards Hoseok. The slap of a hand against skin had alerted him from his own person turmoil and brought him back to the current situation; being in a taxi riding home with another man. Another man who he should not be going home with because he knows what he wants, and Hoseok is still not in his right mind.

Jungkook is such an asshole.

As Hoseok went to rotate towards him and return the gaze, Jimin dropped his head down back to the phone that was still brightly lit in his hand. The taunting text from Jungkook was pinned to the screen.

Jimin's rationality had kicked back in, and his confidence was now almost non-existent. As everything began to play out he found himself bouncing his leg nervously. So many thoughts of both approval alongside disapproval clouded his mind that he only came out of it all when Hoseok grabbed his shoulder signifying that they had arrived.

That's when he really panicked.

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Hoseok watched as that composed dancer unfolded into a shying mess. As soon as he had touched Jimin to notify him of their arrival the other had melted under his touch and his attention darted everywhere as if something would help him from having to look directly into Hoseok's eyes.

Hoseok swiftly paid the taxi driver and waited for Jimin to make his way to the doorstep. It was then a new emotion was added to Jimin's reactions. Something which could be described as either awe or plain amazement.

It had been a long time since Hoseok had invited anyone over. This house was big enough to house plenty, and yet it only ever had one inhabitant, maybe on the occasion of his sister, two. It made it much more lonesome, but there was loads of room for paper storage.