Changing shades, constant feelings

Happy Jimin Day!

Credits for the prompt go to the owner. All I own is my writing. BTS does not belong to me, nor is this real, duh. It's fanfiction. 

"Jeongguk ah, you're staring." Hoseok's amused voice broke Jeongguk's train of thoughts, and he widened his eyes as he whipped his head around to face the said hyung, with a n excellent question.

"Huh?"

Hoseok tried and failed to hold in his snickers, as he ruffled his dongaseng's hair, saying, "Jimin. You're staring at him. Again."

Jeongguk tried to look affronted at the insinuation as he felt a familiar sensation of his ears burning from the blood rushing there, he was sure they were flaming red. "Wh-What? Of course not, why would I stare at Jimin?"

Hoseok sighed, exasperated. "I don't know, you tell me, this is the third time this morning, Jeongguk ah... I get it, Jimin looks amazing with this new hair, I really do, but you gotta stop staring at him with that face, it looks like he is offending you by just existing, and it sends out really creepy and scary vibes."

"What the hell hyung, I'm not creepy. And I'm not staring at Jimin; I was just too caught up in my thoughts." Jeongguk huffed.

"Yes, you seem to get 'caught up' in your thoughts while facing whatever direction Jimin is in, of course. And it's hyung, you brat." Hoseok rolled his eyes, swatting the maknae's head. Honestly, if only the boy could get his shit together, it wasn't as if he wasn't completely obvious with all the shit he did on the camera and even off camera. Who was he fooling, really? ARMY could screenshot the hell out of his 0.25 second ab show and blow it up in HD, exposing the 'golden' maknae was but a piece of cake. What was more infuriating was thefact that Jimin seemed to be more oblivious than Jeongguk, and Hoseok was ready to smash their faces together to make them kiss.

Even Yoongi had been an easier nut to crack, and that man was the king of Tsundere kingdom.

"Do you think Jeongguk hates me or something? He's been glaring at me since morning, and I have no clue what I did wrong. Maybe he found out I stole his shirt, but Tae promised not to tell!" Jimin poked Yoongi, waking him up from his peaceful sleep filled with dreams of a happy sunshine, and was met with the face of a grumpy Jimochi with a pout on his face and crinkled up doe eyes. If Yoongi didn't love the brat so much, he'd have kicked him out of this world a long while ago. Damn Yoongi and his soft spot for Jimin the size of Jupiter.

"Why did you steal his shirt? You know he hates sharing clothes." Yoongi sighed as he woke up, stretching his limbs.

Jimin pouted as he fiddled with his fingers, before softly mumbling, "I ran outta clean clothes and just picked up the first shirt I found from the clean laundry basket... I may or may not have picked Hobi-hyung's T shirt first and then Jeongguk's, but that's only because you guys should share clothes, and it would be wrong if I did it, so..... Tae promised me he'd wash it again secretly!!! I didn't think he'd rat me out!!! Help me Yoongi Poongi hyungie~"

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "First of all, never ever call me that again, or I will rescind all your favorite dongaseng rights. Also, you know I don't mind you taking some of my clothes, and neither does Hobi, so nice try, but NO. And just go apologize to the maknae if he's so pissed, it's not exactly a big deal."

Jimin's pout intensified, "But Yoongi Poongi hyungie is such a sweet name, just like you~ Ah! I get it, you only want Hobi hyung to call you that, it's okay, BUT, I feel, as your favorite dongaseng no 2 annnd as Hobi hyung's no 1 dongaseng, I get certain rights, so I'll call you that anyway." He nodded emphatically, as if to prove his point.