HOOT

GORGEOUS // YOONSEOK

jung hoseok hated min yoongi.

it wasn't the type of hate that enemies had, nor was it the type of hate that had them both screaming at each other on a regular basis.  it was something different, a type of feeling hoseok had for yoongi and for yoongi only.

he hated how effortlessly yoongi held himself, how the tip of yoongi's lips would quirk up in a half-smile whenever hoseok made a fool of himself (which was quite often), how yoongi managed to do nothing and everything at the same time.

maybe it was a little foolish, but hoseok couldn't help it.

"hobi-hyung, you're zoning out again."

hoseok blinks, shaking himself back into the sad world called reality.  it was namjoon who had spoken- clever, perceptive namjoon.  hoseok makes a mental note not to think of yoongi in front of namjoon again.

"sorry, joon." hoseok plasters a fake smile on his face.  he can feel the difference between the smile he just gave namjoon and his real smiles, the smiles that would appear whenever yoongi was close, the smiles that were brighter than the sun itself.  he's pretty sure namjoon can see the difference too.  "i was just thinking."

"wow, hyung," teases jeongguk, "i didn't know you could think." for that comment, the youngest is instantly reprimanded by the eldest and the group's big brother figure, seokjin.

"let's go over the choreo for boy with luv again," suggests jimin out of the blue, "we need it to be perfect for army."

hoseok nods, grateful for the interruption.  namjoon keeps his gaze on hoseok, curious, but also cautious.  the seven young men- or rather, bangtan sonyeondan- shuffle into position.

the music starts.

***

after rehearsing the dance for what seems like the billionth time, the seven are thoroughly exhausted, especially seokjin, who complains about it loudly, wanting to take a break.  hoseok doesn't mind- dance may be his escape, but it is only a temporary escape from the dangers of his thoughts.

he struggles to tear his eyes off yoongi, who wipes a bead of sweat off his forehead, that adorable gummy smile of his breaking across his face after jeongguk makes yet another snarky comment that hoseok can't hear.

he forces himself to look away, will his traitorous mind to stop, to stop thinking, to stop wanting to be the one yoongi is smiling at.

he needs to get away.

he yanks the door of the dance studio open, apologizing profusely as he almost hits jimin and a childishly smiling taehyung in the face with it.  he steps out into the corridor, the frigid air-conditioned wind blasting into his face, tousling his hair.

"you could always just talk to him, y'know."

hoseok jumps a little.  he hadn't expected anybody to follow him.  he glances behind him, and sees namjoon- it's always namjoon.  for a person with such accidentally destructive tendencies, namjoon was very quiet when he walked.

"jesus! where'd you come from?"

the green- or is it grey?- haired young man snickers.  "hyung, i'm namjoon, not jesus.  i wish i was jesus, though."

hoseok snorts with a small smile.  "seriously? you've been spending too much time with jin-hyung." namjoon's previous comment sounded like something seokjin would say, more than hoseok would prefer.

namjoon laughs, ignoring hoseok's joking comment.  "like i said, you should really talk to him."

hoseok huffs, crossing his arms almost petulantly. "i don't know what you're talking about."