Hoseok's nose wrinkles in disgust, watching you laugh and walk with someone that is not him.
He was tall, with messy black hair and kind eyes.
Hoseok hated him.
And Hoseok doesn't hate anyone.
You grin, throwing your arms around the unknown man's neck, embracing him in a hug. Hoseok's fingers curl around his cup; his tea spilling over the edge, the more that the paper cup constricted in his clenching fist.
Hoseok didn't know who he was.
He didn't know why you were with him.
Part of him didn't even want to know.
But the the other, less rational, part of him demanded your attention. He stands, tossing his wrecked cup into the trash can beside the bench that he'd been sitting on for the past five minutes. Not bothering to put on his mask or shades, he strides over to you.
You immediately look at him, a smile taking up half your face.
"Hobi!" You lazy toss your arm around his waist, pressing your cheek against his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist protectively, glaring at the man you were with.
"Chanyung, this is Hoseok." You introduce. Hoseok looks down at you, a frown etched into his usually-smiling face. You usually introduce him to people as your boyfriend.
Because he is.
"Hobi, this is Chanyung. My adoptive brother."
Hoseok freezes up, just blinking at you for a few moments.
Then, he begins to laugh.
His arms retract from you, and he bends over, wheezing in laughter.
You watch your boyfriend laugh, nothing short of flabbergasted.
Hoseok stands, red-faced and breathing heavily. He takes his place beside you once more, dramatically wiping at invisible tears.
"That's a relief." Hoseok says, replacing his arms on your waist.
But you weren't having it.
"Were you jealous, Hobi?"
".....Ah....No?"
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Fanfiction❝ Love is complicated concept. It won't be the same everyday until the end. It can be a chore. It can be tiring. You'll want to give up. Move on. Find someone new. But I promise you, darling. Stay, and I'll make you fall in l...