An Online Crush || Vmin FF (✔️)

Chapter 3

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"One, two, three four five, six, seven, eight nine ten." Hoseok and Jimin counted as they did the choreographed dance moves in sync.  

"Again. One, two, three four five, six, seven, eight nine ten." 

10 days later and Jimin has yet to use the number that Hoseok had slipped him. It wasn't because he was afraid or anything- ok yes. He was scared shit less but nobody had to know that.

He wasn't sure what to do with the number but he wasn't gonna throw it away. Hell no. Ever since he got the number he's been coming up with scenarios of what might happen if he should call the number. Some scenarios had him smiling, some had him sad and some had him down right blushing. 

He mad a wrong step and spun right into Hoseok's side, knocking the pair to the floor. 

"Ouch. Seriously?" Hoseok groaned in pain below him and he flinched slightly at the possibility of hurting the older male. 

"Sorry hyung. Got distracted for a minute there." Jimin eased off and stood up to haul Hoseok off the floor. 

"No shit. I bet my left foot I know what or in this case, WHO distracted you."  Jimin's cheeks lit red at the smug look Hoseok was sporting. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, hyung." They fixed their clothes and stood there panting. 

"So you're telling me it's not Taehyung distracting you?" If it was possible, Hoseok smug smile got wider.

"It's not!" The blushed to the very tips of his ears when he remembered what he was talking about. 

Hoseok started laughing. A hiccuping laughter that caused his shoulders to rise and fall with each intake of breath. He fell against the mirror in the dance room they were in.  Jimin just stared at his hyung with a blank look on his face until he eventually started to calm down.

Jimin slid down beside him and Hoseok passed him a bottle of water and he nodded his head in thanks and guzzled it in satisfaction. 

"All jokes aside though, we have to be ready for the next dance competition. We have a month and a half left." Hoseok informed Jimin. 

"I know. Don't worry hyung, we got this." Jimin stated confidently and stretched his right hand out to Hoseok. 

Hoseok turned to Jimin, smiling and closed his left hand around Jimins. "We got this." 

They finished up practicing, adding a few new moves here and there to tighten up their choreography before they called it a day.

Jimin was drying his face with his towel, not paying attention to the Hoseok's phone ringing in the background and the subtle sound of Hoseok answering it. 

"Maybe. What? No. That's creepy. I won't do that! Why should I?" 

Jimin tuned into the conversation happening behind him and looked to see Hoseok pouting and seemingly arguing with someone on the phone. 

"You alright hyung?" 

A scream was heard on the other line and Jimin's eyebrows hit his hairline in surprise.  "Who's that hyung?" Another scream and Jimin's curiosity soared. 

Someone was talking rapidly from what he could hear. Hoseok regarded him with a annoyed look and thrust the phone into his chest. "It's for you." He then leaned over and placed his mouth at the phone. "I hope you suffer!" 

Jimin was both confused and curious as to who the hell was on the phone. He tentatively raised the voice to his ear and breathed 'Hello?' into the phone.