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→ taehyung.
"taehyung," hoseok calls out, getting taehyung's attention, proceeding with his sentence, "I'm hosting a party, pool party to be precise and of course, as my beloved roommate you are invited." hoseok finishes with a smiled plastered on his (very) handsome face.
"hyung," taehyung says, typing something in his laptop, furthering without even bothering to look in the elder's direction, "you know that I hate parties."
"I am very much aware of that, thank you very much, but," he cuts himself, grinning widely like he has something great in mind. "your crush will be there, boy."
at that, taehyung whips his head —so fast, that it emitted a faint sound of a crack— in the older's direction.
"are you serious right now, hyung? or I swear to the inventor of the great mcdonalds– that my jeon jungkook never attends to parties." he finishes it off with a glare that the elder amusedly scoffs at.
"the reason why you don't either, am I right?" taehyung badly wants to wipe that toothy grin off of hoseok's face.
"yep," taehyung sighs, as he leans back against the headrest. "but are you serious hyung? is jeon jungkook really attending that party of yours?" he asks again, disbelief obvious in his tone that didn't fail to offend hoseok in the slightest.
"believ–"
taehyung cuts him off, "I mean, are you even that close with him, don't get me wrong I know that you're a social butterfly like me but," taehyung looks at hoseok with a raised eyebrow, "he is the jeon jungkook, hyung."
hoseok snorts.
"you make it sound as if it were impossible to talk to jungkook, tae. have you forgotten that 'your' jungkook is in my dance team?" taehyung's eyebrows quirks at that.
"holy shit– yes he is in your dance team..." the sudden realization hits taehyung like a truck.
"so, are you coming?" hoseok asks again.
the younger furrows his eyebrows. "I mean, we never know if he'll actually show up. who knows? maybe he just said so because you were trying to persuade him—"
"jungkook's not like you, tae." hoseok counters with a smile as taehyung's face drops.
"wow– fuck you." taehyung spits.
"you coming, taetae?"
"fuck, yes." hoseok scoffs at that, hearing how the younger failed to mask the eager tone in his voice. "thought so."
("ohmygod! hoseok hyung! let's go buy some trunks!" taehyung screams in panic, pulling hoseok from his bed.
"the fuck, tae? it's 2 am, the fuck are you up to?" hoseok rubs his eyes, as he sends a death glare in the younger's direction.
"come with me and let's buy the tightest trunks that exists in the universe!" taehyung cries out.
hoseok sighs.
"I did not sign up for this.")
🐯🐰
→ jungkook.
"jungkookie!" said male turns his head in the direction where his name was called and not surprised to see a much shorter male scampering towards him.
he stops walking, raising an eyebrow whilst waiting for jimin.
"you need something hyung?" asks jungkook, his grip tightening on his backpack.
jimin halts, smiling widely. "has hoseok hyung told you about his party?"
"who is hoseok hyu– oh shit. yeah yeah, the one in our dance team?" jungkook looks abashed for a moment, rubbing his nape while managing a sheepish smile.
"you little shit. how can you forget hoseok hyung– and yeah, the one and only in our dance team, did he tell you about the party he's hosting?" jungkook nods.
"yes hyung, but I don't know if I should go, you know that I'm not a party person at all, so," he lets out a nervous chuckle because of jimin's disapproving eyes.
"you promised him kookie!"
"jesus, stop calling me kookie-"
"well, jungkook, you promised him and if you don't want to see an upset hoseok, you better fulfill it." he crosses his arm in front of his chest whilst huffing like a kid.
"jeez, okay you small nugget– shit, sorry," jungkook quickly apologizes when jimin raised his fist, "as I was saying, I will go, but on one condition," jimin raises an eyebrows in his direction.
"convince me why i should go—"
"do you know my other bestfriend, taehyung?" jungkook's interest was suddenly piqued.
"of course, who wouldn't know him–"
"don't smart mouth me, bitch." rolling his eyes, but continues, "and what do you mean by that?" jimin questions when the younger bit his lower lip, smirking as he noticed his cheeks grew red.
"ah– he's friends with like ninety two percent of people in this uni– and he's beautiful and his ass is thick, shit– and yeah he's an art major and like, park bogum has a crush on him and–" he was cut off by jimin's mocking laugh.
"what," deadpans jungkook, looking at jimin with curious eyes.
"how do you know that much?! and oh my god did you just say something about his ass? oh my god jungkookie! do you have a crush on my taehyungie? because I swear to god you two will make a cute couple like– you two will be dumb and dumber or something, oh my god jungkookie! he's coming to the party," he stops talking, taking in jungkook's shocked expression. "so you should come and who knows? maybe you'll see his," jimin gave him a knowing look, "thick ass."
"fuck you, holy shit," jungkook turns around walking away from jimin, trying to hide his blush because he has a reputation to uphold, but jimin's loud and high pitched laugh didn't help. he stops in his tracks when he heard jimin asking him.
"so, are you coming?!" jimin shouts shamelessly.
"of fucking course!" he runs after, his face hotter than ever while a certain taehyung with tight boy shorts comes to mind.
