Color of My Pain

12| Teal

Hoseok strode to his bus, head high and heart full. He also sported a cheeky smile in response to Yoongi's precious reaction. He slid into his seat, prepared to glare at his phone for 2 and a half hours. Well, he wouldn't glare. His new lockscreen was too cute. He sighed dreamily.

"What's the tea Hobes? Spill it queen." Namjoon plunked down next to Hobi as the bus pulled away.

Hoseok's eyes were glued to Yoongi's silhouette until he was no longer visible, then, reluctantly, his attention was turned to his best friend. With a sigh, he rested his head on Joon's shoulder.

"He's perfect Joon."

"Tell me all about him." Joon shifted lower in the seat, for his own comfort and Hoseok's.

"Well obviously we could only talk for so long. But, he's so sweet. And he's smart, like, ugh Joon he's learned about artists. An intellectual. A cuddly intellectual."

"We know how you need your cuddles." Namjoon teased lightly.

"He kissed me on the cheek." Hobi blushed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Keep it G Hobes, I'm not ready to be an uncle." Namjoon joked.

The pair dissolved into a fit of giggles, Hobi managing to wheeze a broken 'that's not how it works.' They avoided the sleepily irritated looks sent their way by the students who sat nearby, enjoying each others company.

After a detailed account of the day (both of their days) they fell asleep resting against each other.

Hoseok's parents were going to have a lot of questions when he decided to tell them.

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Yoongi's dad was asleep when he let himself inside. He dragged himself upstairs and shrugged off his clothes. He cast a glance at his legs and frowned. If he closed his eyes he could  see Hoseok's eyes crinkling with laughter. He could picture his smile.

He pushed away all of the negative thoughts. Let Hoseok have some peace of mind.

He slipped into his soft covers and held his phone close. Should he call? Was it too late? Well, it wasn't that late, but still. Yoongi picked the safest route.

Just got home, hbu
?

Me too
How was ur bus ride

Awkward ._.

Oops??

~Jung Hoseok is calling you~

Yoongi could hear that Hobi was as tired as he felt. "Was it that bad?"

"Well yes, because I'm awkward and people kept watching you and looking at me."

"Do I need to beat anyone up?"

"Nah, a lot were jealous. They checked you out." Yoongi puffed out.

"Well these goods are off the market. I'm kinda crushing on someone." Hobi drawled.

Yoongi snuggled deeper under his covers as though he had to hide his grin from Hoseok. "And how does he feel?"

"I don't know," Hobi was grinning, "but I've got a good feeling."

"Don't get cocky." Yoongi scolded playfully.

"I love you." Soft.

"I love you too." Yoongi whispered.

"Damn, it's so good to hear it back."

"I like saying it back."

Yoongi stifled a yawn.

"Baby? You tired?"

"No..." Yoongi lied.

"I'm tired too. Let's go to sleep, huh? I'll text you in the morning, promise."

"I'd like that."

"Goodnight Yoongs."

"G'night Hobi."

But neither of them had the strength to hang up. They listened to each others distorted breathing and shifting as they drew closer and closer to sleep.

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The next morning Hobi opened his window and yelled to wake up Sleeping Joonie.

"Namjoon! Pancakes!" He typed out a good morning to Yoongi.

In moments, the neighboring window was flung open by a groggy, shirtless Namjoon.

"YAAAH! PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!"

Joon yawned, "Pancakes," and walked away.

Laughing, Hoseok bounded down the stairs. His mom looked out of thee kitchen, eyes pinched in confusion.

"Joon's coming over for pancakes."

His mom frowned, both of them aware that he had purposely not answered the silent question. He simply flashed a smile and retrieved the mixes and bowls for their breakfast.

Joon let himself in and settled at the table, still wearing his pajamas. He watched sleepily as Hobi and his mom made pancakes.

"Did you tell them yet?"

Hobi glared over his shoulder at the same time his mother's suspicious head turned.

"Tell me what?" She demanded.

"Sit down." Hobi put their batter smeared bowls in the sink and his mom set the pancakes on the table, taking her place next to Namjoon.

Hoseok sat across from her, calmly calling for his dad. "Pancakes are ready!"

His dad jogged into the kitchen, stopping abruptly at the sight of his wife's pinched, slightly angry features. He took up his seat to her left and put his arm around her in a soothing gesture. She relaxed, but just slightly.

"Mom. Dad. I- Something happened on the school trip yesterday."

"What did you do Jung Hoseok." His mom's voice was tight with the strain of containing her anger.

"Nothing big. I met my soulmate."

His dad coughed, choking on his pancakes. His mom stared at him, anger melting into confusion and then joy. She jumped from her seat and his dad's arms and ran around the table to hug him tightly. His dad recovered and joined the embrace.

They let him go and took their seats; Hobi's mom stopped to pat Joon's hair.

"My babies are all grown up," she sniffed.

She took her seat and put on her lawyer face.

"What's his name? What's your color? Where is he from? What does he look like?"

"His game's Yoongi. Our color is Yellow. He's from Daegu." Hoseok leaned forward, presenting his phone for her scrutiny.

She let out a soft breath. "Oh, he's so handsome. He reminds me of someone, though, I can't remember who... You should have him visit soon. His whole family."

"I'll talk to him about it. But for now, I'm hungry." He chuckled. "My pancakes are going to be cold!"

He had no messages from Yoongi. He hadn't read his good morning. A teal feeling of missing him settled over Hoseok like a miserable cloud of emotions, but he tried to push it back and be happy with his family. Yoongi was probably still asleep.