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2seok | they're for you, my love

!hanahaki disease!

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"hoseok! hurry up," namjoon yelled, banging on the door of the bathroom.

the older didn't respond, instead clamped a hand over his mouth to stop the flow constant pain. blue rose petals swam delicately in the toilet before him, splatters of dark crimson tainting the beautiful nature.

he held everything down, his throat beginning to burn as he waited for namjoon to stop scolding him from the other side of the door.

this was— a constant thing the past few weeks. it all started when hoseok had to sleep in jin's room because taehyugs and his bedroom was getting repainted and a fixed up a little. courtesy of taehyung constantly complaining that it lacked life with its gray color, but hoseok thought it was a nice mix with the colorful bedding. apparently not to the younger, and that's how he ended up sleeping in jin's room while taehyung was in namjoon's and jungkook's.

you're crazy if you think hoseok would decide to stay with jin willingly.

namjoon came up with this oh-so- smart idea that they should play a game of mario-kart, and whoever came closest to winning between taehyung and hoseok would get to choose who they wished to stay with. it was a little dumb if you asked hoseok, it was overly complicated, but he didn't say a word because namjoon seemed genuinely surprised with himself that he thought of such an amazing idea.

after hoseok bit his nails down to little stubs during the time everyone got situated, namjoon booted up the game. taehyung, smart little bitch, kept releasing turtle shells when hoseok would get close enough, causing him to spin out. the older would curse under his breath, his eyes searching for a shortcut.

long story short, those stupid fucking turtle shells can suck his dick, and hoseok hoped taehyung stubbed his toe. hard.

so that's how he ended up in this icebox.

ever since hoseok begun sleeping in the same room as jin, he noticed his heart rate picked up and his face warmed when the other did something even as simple as bite his lip. this created a personal hell for hoseok, considering he found himself having a raging hard on when the older licked his lips, or wore loose shirts that showed too much collarbone for his sex drive.

it also didn't help that most nights hoseok would shiver beneath the thin sheets of his bed, small gusts of cold air nipping at his skin from between the cracks of the window. it was december, and the heating would only do so much. jin would always know the younger was suffering, as he slept in and chose the bed closest to the door for a reason. the hallways got oddly warm, the toasty air drifting under the door at late hours of the night. as he was wrapped up in his slightly warmer blankets, he could hear hoseok sniffle from the other side of the room. the first time, he thought he was crying, but the other reassured him his nose just got stuffed at night.

i mean yeah, maybe he did cry a little.

try getting a boner every single time your best friend wears a loose shirt, then we'll see how you feel about yourself. 

also hoseok was emotional, fuck off.

*ahem* anyways,

jin would often find himself frowning at the younger's sniffles, eventually lifting himself from the warmer confines of his own bed in exchange for the cold floor. hoseok would freeze in his spot, surprisingly not literally with the stupid window, as he heard jin's footsteps. the older would delicately hook his arm beneath hoseok's knees, the other fitting snugly behind his neck. hoseok would look away, his eyes blown wide. what else was he supposed to do, make super intense eye contact and make it more awkward then it already was?