"Hey, I think someone's at the door, Hyung," Namjoon peeked out from the kitchen into the living room. Yoongi wasn't there yet.
"Hyung?" Namjoon shrugged and got the door himself since he heard his Butler shut his door anyway.
After a bit of struggling with the locks and chain, Namjoon opened the door to his other best friend, Hoseok. Hoseok had orange hair at the moment, and looked like he was freezing to death. "Hey! Hoseok hyung, what are you doing in such light clothes? Come in!"
Hoseok chattered a small shaky thank you and stepped in. He put his shoes near the door and jumped a few times, sighing in content. "Much, much better. Namjoon you have no idea how cold it is out there." Hoseok shook his head with scared eyes.
Namjoon scoffs, "That's because you were wearing shorts, a thin long sleeve, and not even a jacket!" Namjoon pats Hoseok on the shoulder, "That's on you, hyung."
Hoseok rolled his eyes and brushed Namjoon's hand off him. "I know, but Yoongi hyung wanted me to come quick." Namjoon looked to the floor worried. Hoseok stretched his head around, "Where is he anyway?"
Yoongi walked out of the hallway he was lead into; and he blinked when he saw the younger two at the end of the other hallway.
Yoongi nervously chuckled, "Hoseok, I see you're already here." Yoongi beckoned the other two to follow him to the couch.
Namjoon went back to the kitchen to get his other laptop while Hoseok and Yoongi went to the living room.
Yoongi stood on one side, folding his arms and leaning against the wall. "Hoseok, um, I don't have the food..."
"Are you serious?!" Hoseok threw his hands up in the air and fell onto the couch. "I drove an hour here for nothing," he huffed getting out his phone. "Hyung, what do you need me here for anyways?" He said looking at his phone.
Yoongi kept his blank stare. "Well,—"
"Nope!" Hoseok shook his head.
"I haven't even said anything yet!" Yoongi walked over to Hoseok, hurt and appalled.
"Hyung!" Hoseok dropped his phone on the couch and got up. "Whenever you start a sentence with, 'well,' I know it's not going to be good." Hoseok gives him a knowing look and raises his brows. "Aren't I right?"
Yoongi, who is unfazed but knows better, doesn't answer and lets his gaze fall to Hoseok's phone.
Low and behold, Hoseok's Instagram app was opened on the man he despised the most: Park Jimin.
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Blanket Of Lies || m.yg
FanfictionI lied beneath his covers; his blanket of lies. No truth can be uncovered while under the blanket, nor will there be any. The only thing that can be found is betrayal, lust, and dishonesty © ThePurpleOtaku