Dear Hush | Taejin

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Seokjin woke up, to see nothing but darkness around him. He brought out his phone, and checked the time.

"3: 27 AM"g

He shone the light from his phone around him, and panicked.

This wasn't his house.

He sat up quickly, bringing his fists to his chest in confusion and slight fear.

He noticed right away that the owner of this house must have quite a bit of money. It wasn't a mansion, but the house was pretty nice.

He shone the light around, until the light fell upon someone sleeping in the loveseat a few feet from him.

Nervous, he stood up, and bent over to see who it was.

The light revealed the facial features of the male, and before Seokjin realized who it was he couldn't help but think that this man was beautiful.

He gasped, dropping his phone and tripped. He fell forward onto Taehyung, who woke up almost immediately.

Seokjin jumped away from him in embarrassment and fear that he would get beat up again. 

Taehyung rubbed his eyes tiredly as Seokjin began to whimper and crawl away from him.

"Wh-what the hell are you doing here..?" Taehyung asked with a small blush, although it didn't sound threatening at all. 

Seokjin kept his gaze to the ground in fear, hugging his knees and shrugging.

It all came to Taehyung, and he slapped his forehead. "I'm an idiot! But this is better than being caught by a teacher, at least."

He got up, smoothing his messy hair down. "Out," he said, waving Seokjin away, meaning for him to get out of his house.

Seokjin was grateful that Taehyung's brain was too fuzzy to think. Not forgetting his manners, he bowed to Taehyung "Bye bye, Dae-ung."

Taehyung made an annoyed grunt in response, and Seokjin left.

I just slept in Taehyung's living room, Seokjin thought, his heart pounding with a feeling he didn't know. Was it fear? Anxiousness? Excitement?

It was certainly embarrassing, though. But why did he bring me there? I thought that he would leave me on the floor.

Thoughts kept swirling around in Seokjin's mind, and he kept walking until he began recognizing the streets.

He walked into the bakery, and grinned when he saw Yoongi asleep on the counter.

The shop opened in ten minutes, so there was no rush for Yoongi to wake up, but knowing him, Seokjin would have to wake him now.

Seokjin walked up to him, who had his head buried in his arms, which were rested on the counter.

He tapped his shoulder, but to no avail. He shook his shoulder, again with no response.

He leaned down into Yoongi's ear, and just like a child waking their parents he whispered loudly, "Yoogi! Wageggup! Id's dime do oben duh sdore!"

Yoongi's eyes fluttered open, and he found that his face was two inches from Seokjin's.

He jumped back, his heart pounding. "Woah, Jin! Don't get that close, I'm gay!"

Yoongi didn't have feelings for Seokjin, but he was a handsome young man nonetheless.

Seokjin tilted his head. "Gay?"

"Ugh, forget it. I don't want another person judging me."

"You're gay? Gross." Taehyung walked into the bakery with a disgusted look on his face.

Seokjin looked away, feeling slight anger in his heart. His friend was being made fun of, for such a silly reason.

"Love," Seokjin said loudly and slowly, "is love."

Yoongi gave him a tired smile and a thumbs up as Taehyung snorted, going behind the counter.

"You're all weird. I'm straight."

"Yeah right, straight as a noodle. The difference is that you don't have one," Yoongi said, and Seokjin let out a chuckle.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Whatever, lets just open up."

Seokjin left the bakery with a few pastries in his hands.

He couldn't stop smiling. It felt nice to have a friend that was also gay.

He texted Jimin to tell him that he and Jungkook were welcome to come over for lunch.

Then he texted his mom, telling her that he was fine and safe, and that he would come home right away.

Jimin got the the text, and happily agreed to come over in an hour. He texted Jungkook.

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Jimin: hey jin invited us to lunch wanna come?

Jungkook: yeah what's he making

Jimin: jfc

Jungkook: what did I do to deserve that language?!

Jimin: Jin's fried chicken! Jfc! Sounds good, huh

Jungkook: right

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Jungkook put his phone into his pocket and decided to take a nap.

He woke up an hour and a half later, and he panicked, rubbing out the front door to Seokjin's house.

He met Jimin on the way, and greeted him with a "Hi Chim!"

Jimin sighed loudly, speed walking so fast he was almost running.

"Hurry up, we're late!"

They ran to Seokjin's house, and once they reached his doorstep they almost fell on their knees, panting.

Jimin knocked, shouting "sorry we're so late, please don't think we bailed on you!"

He swept his hand through his hair, waiting for the door to open.

Jungkook decided to make light of the situation and mock Jimin by sweeping his own hand through his hair, leaning into Jimin's view.

"Stop it," Jimin said, breaking into a fit of giggles and shoving Jungkook to the side.

They continued to playfully shove each other until the door opened, and Jihyo looked a little disappointed to see the two.

"Uh, hi, can we come in? Jin invited us over," Jimin said, smiling and scratching the back of his neck.

"You mean he wasn't with you?! He hasn't come home, even though he texted me saying he would six hours ago!"

Jimin and Jungkook's eyes went wide, and their mouths fell open.