Dirty Dance Practice • Vhope

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Taehyung's breathe comes out staggered and rough as he watches the closed door in shock.

I love you, too, Hoseok had said.

Taehyung's heart raced with such a possibility. But it doesn't make sense. None of this does.

How can Hoseok kiss his neck, insult him, and confess all in the same range of two hours? It makes Taehyung's head spin with uncertainty.

He's decided that he's done but he can't help the thoughts that flow out of the depths of his mind as he watches the spot Hoseok previously occupied.

Come back. Prove you love me, Taehyung mentally pleads although he knows Hoseok will never return to him. Everything had been a lie to hurt him even more.

Please.

***

Hoseok drags himself down the narrow hallway, heart throbbing in agony. He's such an idiot. How could he hurt Taehyung like that? The one he loves most.

The pain slams into his chest making him stumble and lean on the wall for support as tears escape his stinging eyes. He clutches a space in his chest painfully and digs his nails into his skin. Anything to distract him from this torment. Unfortunately, it's not working.

"Why the fuck are you out here when your whole universe is behind that door?" a voice echoed through the dim hallway. It sounds irritated yet sympathetic as it asks him the question that has been wracking his own brain for the past thirty seconds.

Hoseok blinks rapidly and looks up to see Jin standing at the end of the hallway, arms crossed. His face is stern and confronting as he takes in the sobbing younger, his mother mode activated.

Hoseok sniffles and wipes the stray tears on his cheeks quickly. "Allergies. It's a bit dusty in there." he forces a chuckle that sounds stiff and empty.

Jin rolls his eyes. "Don't pull that bullshit with me. I just heard Taehyung yelling and now you're out here in tears, so now I'm going to ask you this again, slowly. Why are you out here when your whole universe is behind that door?" Jin repeats.

Hoseok considers telling another lie. He considers pretending like everything is alright and maybe, just maybe, he'll be able to convince himself as well.

But he can't. The softness of Jin's eyes make the younger feel like he can spill everything and it'll maybe alright.

"I-I-I lo-lov-love h-him, hyu-hyung-g," he chokes out between sobs. Hoseok looks so broken. Hair sticking up, body shaking with excruciating cries.

Jin's serious form melts as he immediately moves forward to comfort one of his babies. "Sweetheart..." he sighs out, taking the pained younger in his arms.

Sure, not too long ago Hoseok was being an ass and Jin might've been angry but all that disappears when he sees how truly heartbroken he is.

Hoseok clutches onto the front of his hyung's shirt as he weeps, his sobs no longer coming out as cries, more like choked gasps and hiccups. Jin pats and rubs the younger's hair, whispering empty reassurances into his ear.

Finally, Jin pulls back and places his hands on the younger's shoulders. "If you love him, then what the hell are you doing out here, ruining my favorite shirt with your whining?"

Hoseok lets out a chuckle and speaks through his hiccups, "He h-hates me. I ruined e-e-everythi-thing."

It's true. He, like the dumbass he is, decided to hurt Taehyung instead of facing his feelings. Instead of showing the younger how much he truly means to him.

Jin shushes Hoseok. "That boy in there," Jin nods towards the door, "loves you with every bone in his fragile body. That boy sobs, like you just were, into my shirts on a regular basis because of you."

Hoseok's eyes widen slightly and his lip wobbles. Is this supposed to make him feel better? Knowing that he's the reason for so much of Taehyung's pain? He claims to love the younger, yet he causes all of his torment.

Jin wipes his stray tears. "Now, you are going to suck it up and go into that room and be the man that he needs."

Once he's finished destroying the tracks of Hoseok's tears, Jin straightens his shirt and walks away to his and Namjoon's shared room, mumbling under his breath,

"These kids...I just bought this shirt..."

The orange head stands, thinking about Jin's words and his own confused thoughts. Is it true? Does Taehyung love him the way that hyung says? The younger had said that he was in love with him...

Suck it up and go into that room and be the man that he needs.

Jin's last sentence floats in his mind, fresh and stinging. Maybe he should. Maybe he should go in there and be the one to cure the younger's sadness and replace it with his love, even if Taehyung could possibly not return his feelings.

Hoseok sucks in a breath so large, it burns his lungs and turns to room. Well, his ex-room.

***

Taehyung gives up waiting for the elder to prove his feelings that he claimed to have.

More lies. Nothing but a ploy to get Taehyung to let his guard down for more pain to eat away at him. How could he be so stupid? Even after everything that just went down, he still waits at the door like an idiot.

The boy walks over to Hoseok's bed and sinks into the sheets, bunching them into his arms. More wails of hurt pour out of his mouth as he nuzzles into the sheets that were previously warmed by Hoseok's body. The beautiful smell of licorice laced into the threads of the fabric that screams 'Hoseok.'

He cries harder.

Taehyung tries to hate the elder. He tries to find it in himself to not feel so weak for that heart smile and those gleaming eyes. Maybe if he hates Hoseok, the pain will stop. But he just can't.

He think's of the words Jin had whispered to him the last time he came to him crying.

"I know it hurts right now, but don't blame love. Love isn't the thing that hurts. Hoseok isn't the thing that hurts. Fear of rejection is."

Well, it isn't a fear anymore, it's the truth and that thought tears Taehyung's whole body to shreds. Shaking, he sniffs the elder's blankets in search of comfort. Memories of how he'd snuggle into Hoseok's chest when he had nightmares flood his mind and make him ache even more.

Suddenly the door opens and Taehyung jumps, looking up to see Hoseok standing with determination etched on his beautiful face.

"I love you."

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Helloooo again😄😄

So I've gone back to my neglectful ways with this story omgosh-

I've honestly just had a bit of writers block but I'm back on track and this is coming to an end soon😭

My extra ass keeps dragging it out tho. This was supposed to be the last part but since I added things on the fly, there's at least another chapter and an epilogue.

Hmmmm should I put smut?

I was going to leave it but tbh I think I need to quench y'all thirsty asses😏

I'll think about it...😈