"What? Jimin? You dropped your phone?" Hoseok jumped as he was surprised from the sound of the device falling onto the floor of the dance studio.
Jimin was standing unmoving, showing no reaction to Hoseok's words as he stool still.
"Are you ok?" Hoseok moved closer to peer at Jimin's face as he seriously felt scared. What if Jimin's body was taken over by some spirit or something? How would he protect himself without hurting Jimin in the process like in movies?
He felt another wash of fear when he saw tears trickling down Jimin's cheeks.
"Why are you crying?!?!" Hoseok shouted as he pushed Jimin's shoulder to get him to look at him.
Jimin sniffled as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Hoseok stood unsure of what to do and waited for Jimin to start talking.
"S-seokjin subaenim called me 'Jiminie'."
Hoseok opened his mouth to let out a hollow laugh escape him. Then he was howling from laughter as he bent down, holding his sides.
"Whipped culture." Hoseok repeated between breathes as Jimin glared at him while blowing his nose.
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FanfictionHis theatre His story His true self Kim Seokjin is gorgeous, cute, smart, famous, and he even has his own theatre. He's the star of campus; the fourth year Kim Seokjin, head of the acting department. Everyone watches him, everyone wants him. But h...
