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Might Be Jealous

"Why are you so nervous?" Hoseok grumbled to himself as he made his way to the lobby to meet up with Jimin. He was just having breakfast with Jimin and his parents, no big deal. He'd had dinner with Jin and his parents plenty of times, so there was nothing to be nervous about.

But the way his palms were sweating, his body obviously didn't agree with his head.

"Hoseok-Hyung!" Jimin called, waving when he saw him.

He couldn't help but smile. Jimin was wearing a dark green sweater and a pair of black jeans, his hair meticulously placed as if he'd spent a lot of time on it. He must be excited about getting to see his parents.

"Are you ready to go? The restaurant is only a couple of blocks from here, so I thought it would be nice to walk there."

"Sure."

Jimin led the way, babbling excitedly about his parents to Hoseok as they walked.

"Sorry in advance," Jimin chuckled when they reached the restaurant. "They'll probably both hound you with questions."

"That's fine," he grinned. "That's why I came along, right?"

"Technically you're my Namjoon-Hyung breakfast date rebound," the blonde teased, punching him lightly on the arm before bounding inside.

He took a deep breath, smiling as he followed after him. Date. He'd called it a date.

Hoseok scolded himself for overthinking every little thing Jimin said. He was teasing him; it's not like he actually considered it a date. After that kiss comment, they'd very firmly not spoken about relationships at all—even teasingly—so he had written it off as Jimin being a flirty drunk and him being an infatuated idiot.

"Jimin!" He heard the happy squeal just in time to see a small woman wrap her arms around Jimin, squeezing him tightly.

He laughed, hugging her back just as tightly. "Hey mom!"

"We were so happy to hear about your trip," the woman smiled. She glanced behind Jimin and saw Hoseok then, her smile turning mischievous as she leaned in closer to her son, not-so-quietly whispering, "And who is your handsome friend?"

He tried holding back a laugh when Jimin's face turned red. "Namjoon-Hyung couldn't come. This is Jung Hoseok. He's our choreographer and dance instructor at the company."

A hand clamped down on his shoulder, and a man who looked a lot like an older, fuller-faced Jimin smiled at him. "It's nice to meet you, Hoseok. Thank you for taking care of our son."

He bowed, smiling. "He's not too troublesome."

"Hyung!" Jimin protested.

"Let's go to our table," Jimin's mother said, leading them towards the back of the restaurant.

"No way!" Jimin gasped, running forward when they neared their table and a tall man stood up, smiling brightly.

"Jimin-ssi!" The other man said, full-on hugging the blonde.

"I didn't know you were coming today! How have you been?" Jimin asked, smiling just as brightly back at the stranger.

"I've been well. Missing my surfing buddy," he chucked, ruffling Jimin's hair.

He swatted at the man's hand. "Come on, Hyung! Not my hair!"

It wasn't until they took their seats, Jimin between Hoseok and the stranger, that he noticed him. "And who's this?" He asked, looking at Hoseok.

"Oh!" Jimin said, as if he had also just realized Hoseok was there, much to his sudden annoyance. "This here is Yoo Chin-Hae. He and I have been friends since we were in elementary school. Chin-Hyung, this is—"