Actions Against Words (jihope)

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The second Jimin got home, he excitedly wrote down everything on an erasable whiteboard that happened in probably his worst-best hand writing and shoved it in Jungkook's face. Jungkook grabbed it with as much enthusiasm as Jimin had. The heating didn't work, so the house was freezing. Jungkook was wrapped in about twelve blankets, hugging a pillow, with his hoodie's hood up. Jimin sat next to him, waiting for his reaction.

Jungkook smiled and held his arms for. He hugged Jimin, squeezing him with the affection only someone who's been with you through everything could have.

"I'm so happy for you, hyung." Jungkook told him. "Really, I am. You currently have more luck with humans in general than I do."

Jimin smiled, pulled back and wrote something else on the erasable white board.

I have his number.

"Text him." Jungkook practically demanded, bunching up more into his blankets, looking like a floating head in a ball of comfort.

Meanwhile, somewhere else in Seoul, Yoongi and Hoseok were having the same conversation. The room was filled with smoke and was dark, fumes puffed out from the cigarette Hoseok had. Yoongi had learned a long time ago to sit back and deal with the fact that Hoseok smoked, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. Yoongi, in question, was chugging vodka straight out of the bottle, slightly tipsy, so he couldn't really judge Hoseok's life choices.

"What do you mean call him?" Hoseok complained, breathing smoke in Yoongi's face just to piss him off, "he can't talk."

"Text him." Yoongi shrugged, waving a hand to bat the smoke away, "what's he gonna do?"

"I can't just text someone." Hoseok whined. "What do you think I am? Confident?"

"Fine, I'll do it." Yoongi grabbed Hoseok's phone off him and opened his messages. "What do you want me to say?"

Hoseok projectile launched his cigarette into the ashtray (he'd become skilled at such an activity) and went to get his phone back, but Yoongi's feet kicked him back. "Hyung! Don't! I barely know him."

Jimin dropped his phone and exchanged it for the whiteboard, inwardly freaking out.

He just texted me!

Jungkook grabbed Jimin's phone and had a silent debate with him over what to text back. On the other side of Seoul, Hoseok was chugging from Yoongi's bottle of vodka. Yoongi started laughing, not mockingly but happily, proud of Hoseok, who hadn't been in a relationship they were both sixteen. "Dude, he just texted you back."

Hoseok dropped the bottle in shock, and by pure chance, it fell down his throat before he tilted back up. The bottle was now on the floor, Hoseok coughing up vodka from his his burning throat. "What do you mean-" pause to choke, "-he texted me back?"

"Look!" Yoongi thrusted the phone into Hoseok's face. Hoseok read the text Jimin (actually Jungkook) sent back to him (actually Yoongi).

He couldn't stop a smile spreading onto his face.