fool | j.hs x reader [✓]

chapter six

; pairing : hoseok × reader ft. dawon (hoseok's sister)

; genre : fluff, angst

; word count 5.2k (final)

; warnings : student!hoseok, student!reader, high school au, crying, somewhat sexual content and 'the talk'

; synopsis : while preparing for the event, hoseok takes a trip to the local flower shop to purchase a little something for his date. and you are reminded of the world's hatred over you and ask the universe some of your own questions

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Hoseok stared at himself in the mirror, feeling too overdressed to even step foot into his school. Hair doused with gel, jacket broadening his shoulders, dress shirt smooth and crisp from the heat of the iron. He ran a few fingers in his hair to push it aside, even he didn't like being under the scrutiny of himself. "Jung Hoseok!" Taehyung whistled as he opened the door of the room and entered with Jungkook and Jimin trailing behind him, a fist on his mouth as he tried to contain the swelling pride beneath his chest of the attire he had chosen for Hoseok himself, knowing the boy got himself a date. And frankly, the three of them didn't have one, just wanting to have fun without a woman to nurse. "I'd tap that," he whispered over to the other two as they all snickered, as Hoseok shyly removed his gaze from himself through the glass and lowered his head, an embarrassed smile decorating his lips.

The three musketeers trampled further into the dorm, mocking Hoseok while licking their palms and styling their own hair in the full body mirror with a squint in their mischievous eyes, running fingers along their jawlines as Hoseok smacked them all in the back and went to the washroom to brush his teeth. Adjusting his crooked tie and snagging his toothbrush and squeezing a dollop of toothpaste while the boys followed him inside and continued to banter with him. Vigorously cleaning his teeth and minding his own business unlike the nosey rats squeaking around him.

"Yuck, with that fresh breath, Kahui's tongue his gonna be down his throat the whole night."

Hoseok choked on the head of the brush and immediately gagged out the foaming soap in his mouth, hunched over the sink as he breathed heavily, rinsing out his mouth and his toothbrush before coldly staring through each man as he wiped his lips off with a rag. Angrily tossing the fabric into the bowl of the sink and pushing past them to leave the room. The tension in the atmosphere was soon severely smothering, the air strangling each boy in the room as the door slammed behind the eldest so loudly it may have rattled the entire dormitory. He carded his fingers through his strands as he briskly stomped down the hall to the exit, friends he knew all throwing compliments for his fine dressing as he blatantly ignored them while quickening his pace. Everyone was then aware of his souring mood when the thudding sound of the main entrance door roared through their ears. Puzzled expressions being shared as Taehyung opened the door to look down the corridor, pursing his lips thinly as the boys in the hall muttered of Hoseok. He frowned with eyebrows drawing together, other men shuffling to him to ask what had happened.

Hoseok's phone buzzed as he furiously fished it from the pocket of his pants, passing by his room's window as Jungkook attempted to apologize for embittering him, not minding the boy frantically pushing up the glass as he pressed the gadget against his ear. "Yoongi Hyung," he sighed, practicing breaths to calm himself.

"Yeah, you can swing by," he chuckled, though Hoseok hadn't said much to earn a laugh from the man, raising an eyebrow as his head tilted before questioning. But the call cut short, the dial tone passing his ears as he swiftly looked at the screen to see Yoongi had ended the call.

"Why didn't he just text me?" he grumbled lowly, his aggravated state unexpectedly mixed with confusion. Nonetheless, his phone returned to his pocket as his hands balled into fists beside him, heavily treading down the road as his brows knitted together.