want

2.5✿

hoseok felt his heart drop to his stomach when he saw jimin and taehyung in the halls. taehyung's arm was wrapped protectively―that's how it looked, anyways, but anyone who knows taehyung well enough would know it was more of a possessive hold. jimin babbled happily, his pink lips stretched into a smile and would flush a soft pink whenever taehyung would give him a kiss out of random. it hurt; it really did.

"don't be so deflated, hyung." jungkook rolled his eyes, playfully punching hoseok in the arm a few times before steering him away from the couple. jungkook guided him back to the table, "it'll be okay."

"where's yoongi hyung? i haven't seen him today." hoseok mindlessly asked, pushing aside his thoughts about jimin for the time being. jungkook exhaled loudly, pouting exaggeratedly. hoseok snorted, pushing the younger off of him.

"he's sick." jungkook sulked, "he probably won't be back for a couple of days."

"poor guy," hoseok frowned. approaching their table, he saw namjoon threading his fingers through seokjin's hair, the older of the two nearly asleep. hoseok smiled sadly at the couple, wishing he could have something like they do.

"what's wrong with hyung?" hoseok asked. he crossed his ankles under the table and rubbed at his eyes sleepily. namjoon looked at hoseok and raised his eyebrows, putting a finger to his lips, indicating to be quiet, or quieter, at least.

"he hasn't gotten much sleep because of stress from upcoming exams. he's taking a little catnap." namjoon explained quietly. hoseok looked at seokjin, feeling bad for the boy. he had bags under his eyes and looked utterly exhausted―even though he's asleep.

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"why can't i sit with my friends?" jimin pouted, looking up at taehyung. the younger has a tight grip on his arm, making jimin stay in place. "i haven't sat with them in a while."

taehyung glanced at the table and then to his, then back to jimin. he tugged on jimin's arm, pulling a fake pouty expression. "i just want to show off my boyfriend."

jimin frowned, "okay."

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"jimin, would you do anything for me?" taehyung asked, breaking the silence between them as they walked. jimin's hand was tightly engulfed by taehyung's, their hands swinging slightly as they walked.

"i guess i would," jimin answers, "why?"

taehyung cleared his throat and glanced at jimin. "i want you to stop hanging out with those one kids."

jimin stopped in his tracks, furrowing his dark eyebrows. he looked at taehyung as if he had just grown five heads. "why?"

"i overheard them talking the other day and i heard them say they're only friends with you out of pity." taehyung lies easily, able to fake a sad pout toward jimin. jimin's face drops noticeably, his smile falling into a frown. "i don't want my baby around fakes."

"oh." jimin mumbles, shoulders slouching as they begin to walk again. "are you sure, though?"

"of course," taehyung says, "they hate you, jimin. don't be friends with them. they're only using you for how pretty you are."

"thank you for telling me, tae." jimin mumbled, lightly kicking a few rocks out of the way. jimin feels taehyung squeeze his shoulders and kiss his temple.

"no problem, baby."

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yes or no, stripper!jimin jikook au 👀👀