蓬鬆|fluffy°yoonmin

Fluff [5]

“He petted you?”

“Yes.”

“He petted you?”

“Yes.”

“He. Petted. You.”

“Yes, Hoseok! Yes!”

“Huh.” Hoseok scratched his head. “That's just weird.”

Face palming himself, Jimin groaned. “That's what I've been trying to tell you for the last half hour! If only you would shut the damn video game and listen to me!”

Hitting the ‘Pause’ button on the controller he had been furiously rotating, jabbing, pressing and malevolently cussing mere moments ago, Hoseok twisted around in his location to face his, currently fuming, best friend.

“Calm down, you adorable piece of cotton candy, you.” He chuckled at the angry pout formed on the latter's features.

“Don't talk to me like I'm a two year old.” Jimin hmmphed.

Elbowing him playfully, Hoseok grinned. “But you love it when I do.”

Slowly, like Hoseok knew it would, since his best friend's ‘staying angry’ capacity was equivalent to about 0.1 second, the pout transformed into a bashful grin as the crossed arms along his chest unwound and got thrown up in defeat.

“Alright! Alright, yes I do. But don't ignore me when I'm talking to you.”

But you'll just keep on forgiving me no matter how many times I do it.

Though, audibly, Hoseok just leaned back and smiled, turning towards the game again. “Of course I won't. Now, you were saying....?”

“Oh, yeah....” Jimin's cheeks gained the same rosy tint as they had acquired when describing the incident before. “....so then, he just goes to sit on the bed and tells me to leave, so I did.”

“That's nice of him, I suppose.” Hoseok glanced at the latter out of the corner of his eye, worry etched in his irises. Worry, along with a mixture of shame. Shame, with a mixture of regret. Regret, with a pang of Love. No, not that squishy, mushy kind of love. Hoseok considered himself a bachelor, and a proud one at that. No, the love he felt was more of a....protective and brotherly kind of love. A love, he knew, few were able to resist after getting to know the boy sitting beside him on the couch in his living room.

He felt regrettable that he couldn't always be there to protect his friend from dangers (toe-curlingly abhorrent dangers such as the ones he had gone through as were just being described by him, during which Hoseok had currently been present at a dinner at his parent's house, and countless others) or mishaps of any and all kind.

He had once attempted to find Jimin a match, but failed, since all the latter did in front of strangers was blush furiously, and stammer out vocabulary in his own, made up language.

Albeit knowing the kid since before kindergarten, Hoseok still doubted the workings of his brain and thoughts, since sometimes, he would perform an act of such innocence, it became hard to convince yourself you're looking at a boy of about 22 (the most famous example of which was when he had barged in Jimin's room without warning to find the latter playing with teacups and dolls of all things.)

The memory still etched a smile onto Hoseok's face.

And now this; an apparent stranger having saved Jimin, patted him on the head, and told him to leave? Something suspicious was definitely going on. Perhaps the stranger was hiding an ulterior motive; something that would hurt Jimin one way or another in due time? Hoseok wasn't sure. That didn't mean for one second that he was gonna let his guard down. Speaking of letting their guard down....

“Hey, you said you went with Jungkook, right?” Hoseok shot a questioning glance at the latter. “Where did he go?”

“Oh, him.” A chuckle escaped Jimin's lips. “He called me later after it was all over, said he was sorry he left so suddenly and would probably not come home tonight.

“Or tomorrow.” He added as an afterthought.

“What do you....no, wait...” A spark of amusement riddled in Hoseok's eyes as he caught the meaning. “Ah.”

“Ah indeed.”

Both boys exchanged glances, after which Jimin went off into a fit of highly contagious giggles, soon followed by the latter.

A/N; i feel pretty giggly myself, thinking about all that taekook we'll never get to see

oh well